Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Fan He frowned, put his arm around Tong Xiyuan's shoulders and asked, "Shall we live stream together?"

Tong Xiyuan said: "Not good."

Sister Wang was speechless for a moment, then asked Fan He, "Do you want to piss off your fans? Don't you and King Zheng have the same birthday? Their team is planning to do some marketing this year."

"Him?" Fan He sneered, seeming unwilling to cooperate with the marketing over there.

Sister Wang advised, “He wrote the ending theme song for ‘Sacrifice My Country’. The two of you connecting during the live broadcast will also help promote the movie. It’s a win-win situation. You can chat for ten minutes at most. Just treat it as a formality.”

After she said that, Fan He had no choice but to agree.

On my birthday, the live broadcast was scheduled for 8pm.

Tong Xiyuan celebrated with Fan He in advance, and when the time came, he sent him to the study room for live broadcast, accompanied by his assistant Xiao Yang who was entrusted by Sister Wang.

"Yuanyuan," Fan He stopped Tong Xiyuan who was about to leave, with a pleading look in his eyes, "stay here with me."

"It's not good for me to be here," Tong Xiyuan said, "Fans will be unhappy if they see it."

Although many fans have accepted the fact that Fan He is in a relationship, it does not mean that they are willing to see the person they like being affectionate with others in front of the camera. Tong Xiyuan is very good at empathy and can understand the feelings of fans, so he avoids appearing in front of fans.

"There will be haters coming in," Fan He raised his head and frowned slightly, "What should I do if they scold me?"

Xiao Yang was still adjusting the radio at the side. He curled his lips when he heard this. After a man falls in love, he really learns to act pitiful without any instruction. What else can he do? He asked this question as if the person who used to disdain those black fans was not Fan He.

Tong Xiyuan hesitated for a moment, found a chair and placed it opposite the table, and said, "Then I won't appear on camera and will stay here with you."

Fan He immediately smiled, "Okay."

Xiao Yang: ...

Due to equipment debugging, the live broadcast started five minutes later than the scheduled time. As soon as the camera was turned on, the fans who had been waiting came in one after another, and the live broadcast instantly reached a popularity of tens of millions of people watching.

Fan He straightened his expression and started chatting with the fans in the live broadcast room. He was very frugal with words, and the fans were used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The content of the live broadcast was nothing more than thanking fans for their birthday wishes, chatting about interesting stories during filming, and promoting "My Country" which is scheduled to be released at the end of the year.

After nearly half an hour, Xiao Yang stood aside and gave Fan He a wink, pointing at his cell phone, indicating that Zheng Tianwang was ready to connect with the microphone.

Fan He glanced at him and looked away, then said calmly, "There is a surprise guest today. I will connect with him on the mic."

Fans didn't expect this and started guessing who the surprise guest would be.

[Is this a new actor you met during the filming?]

[Could it be that the famous director himself came to send his blessing?]

[Or any relatives or friends?]

[…It can’t be our “sister-in-law” whom we have never met, right?]

As soon as he said this, he was attacked by a bunch of radical fans who had touched on his sad story. After seeing it, Xiao Yang quickly deleted it in the background.

"It's not him," Fan He looked at Tong Xiyuan, who was wearing headphones and holding a mobile phone, and sighed and said quietly, "He doesn't want to appear on camera."

She didn't even care about him live-broadcasting next to her. What on earth was attracting Tong Xiyuan in the phone? Fan He narrowed his eyes and reasonably suspected that the little goblin who seduced Tong Xiyuan in the phone was named He Yingnan.

He rubbed his fingers, thinking of the several endorsements that Sister Wang had sent him yesterday. Xiao Yang said that He Yingnan was trying very hard to get one of them.

The picture in the live broadcast room changed, and a microphone window appeared. A man in a jacket suddenly appeared in the picture.

"Hello, good evening." King Zheng pretended to be familiar with Fan He and greeted him.

Fan He responded indifferently, and Zheng Tianwang spent nine minutes of the ten-minute live broadcast just making small talk.

This resulted in Tong Xiyuan seeing a drastic change in the comments when he finally figured out how to register an account and enter the live broadcast room.

[Is this really a surprise guest? Why do I feel like Brother Fan doesn’t want to talk to me?]

[It’s not like a friend, but more like Zheng’s bundling marketing.]

[It seems that Brother Fan’s face has turned black.]

[Even if it's marketing, it was already discussed. Why is he wearing Fan costume? It makes Brother Zheng embarrassed.]

[It is well known that Brother Fan is a man of few words, so there is no need for Zheng fans to take advantage of this issue.]

[Take Brother Zheng away. We will not cooperate with this company anymore.]

[It’s best not to cooperate. Not everyone can take advantage of Brother Fan’s popularity.]

[Yeah, yeah, let’s save the heat for your “sister-in-law”.]

[I would rather the surprise guest be my sister-in-law, at least she won’t backstab Brother Fan.]

It was impossible to control the comments in the live broadcast room. Not only Tong Xiyuan saw it, but Fan He and Zheng Tianwang also saw it.

On the other side, the two agents who were paying close attention to the live broadcast had uglier looks on their faces than each other. Sister Wang frowned and sent a message to Xiao Yang, asking him to hint Fan He to be more active.

Xiao Yang replied bitterly: Sister, I can’t do anything about it.

Sister Wang is so disappointed: You don’t know how to find a solution!

Think of a way? Xiao Yang scratched the back of his head and caught a glimpse of Tong Xiyuan from the corner of his eye. He moved over hesitantly and put the chat record with Sister Wang in front of Tong Xiyuan, then pointed his lips in the direction of Fan He and whispered, "Brother Fan only listens to you."

Tong Xiyuan paused, stood up and walked towards Fan He.

He stopped in front of the desk, and Fan He, noticing the change in light and shadow, raised his head and asked him what was wrong with his eyes.

Tong Xiyuan edited a text on his mobile phone and handed it over.

After Fan He took it, he only took a look at it and his face darkened. He first glared at Xiao Yang coldly, knowing that he must have taught Tong Xiyuan to say this, and then looked at Tong Xiyuan reluctantly, "I don't want to."

He is willing to talk more with his fans, but he is too lazy to say a word to irrelevant people like Zheng. He has already given him face by agreeing to have a live broadcast with him.

[What don’t you want?]

[Who is Brother Fan talking to?]

Tong Xiyuan thought about it, took out a candy from his pocket, put it on the table and pushed it over.

All that was seen in the camera was a white hand flashing by quickly, leaving behind a green apple-flavored candy.

Fans had a lot of question marks in their minds as they saw their brother Fan, who didn't like sweet food, peel off the colorful candy wrapper, unfold it and put it in a book, then pick up the candy with his fingertips and put it into his mouth.

Fan He avoided the camera and opened his mouth slightly towards Tong Xiyuan. He pushed the round candy with the tip of his tongue and put it back into his mouth. "Eat it."

Tong Xiyuan's eyes were flustered for a moment, and he said in a muffled voice with red ears: "Just do your live broadcast well."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly closed his mouth, but the top-notch radio equipment had already recorded his words in the live broadcast room.

"Okay," Fan He chuckled as he sucked on the candy that had a strong saccharin taste, looked at King Zheng in the small microphone window, and said stiffly, "Happy birthday."