Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

Xu Yihan saw his own face on the pitch-black computer screen, it could almost be said to be a ferocious face, like a wolf with tearing eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and waved to Zhang Li: "Okay, you can go back."

Zhang Li and Fang Wen escaped from the office like rabbits.

Xu Yihan pinched his eyebrows.

He knew that the phone call with Zhao Xin was just a cluster of flames, and the real bomb buried in his body was Deng Yuan.He went home during the lunch break. He couldn't explain why, but he suddenly felt that he had to go back and have a look. It was Deng Yuan's live broadcast time at noon.Of course, he could also watch Deng Yuan's live broadcast directly through the Xiejiao APP, but he couldn't help himself and returned home.

The room originally used for projection was transformed into Deng Yuan's live broadcast room. Xu Yihan specially contacted an interior designer to transform it-but what was changed by that thing?Their squishy beanbags were thrown out, their fine woolen rugs were thrown away, and the white, flat walls were pasted with pink wallpaper and shiny silver patterns, which looked vulgar.

The camera couldn't capture the location of the door, but it would be captured by walking a few steps forward, so Xu Yihan could only stand at the door and look at Deng Yuan.What Deng Yuan was wearing was the red flower lo skirt with a white background, a pair of furry cat ears on his head, a string of white lace chockers around his neck, and a small bell hanging down.Following his movements, the bell rang crisply.

Xu Yihan watched Deng Yuan clumsily raise his fist to his cheek, and said sweetly to the camera, "Thank you brother 'Crotch. There is a snake' for the little cookie, meow~" He smiled coquettishly like those female anchors, Even with the voice changer, he still squeezed his voice and said, "Hey, I'm not a transsexual! Why do I wear women's clothes? Because women's clothes look good, and wearing women's clothes is also fun, don't you like it?"

These were all taught by people from the anchor training company that Xu Yihan specially invited to teach Deng Yuan. The so-called instructor positioned him as a chat anchor, so Xu Yihan was mentally prepared for what he saw and heard at this time.But when he saw a small bead of sweat slipping from the side of Deng Yuan's face, he couldn't bear to feel distressed.Deng Yuan painted very beautiful makeup: fair and glowing skin, warm orange eye shadow, small bridge of the nose, and dots of sequins on the cheekbones, so beautiful.But that bead of sweat just slid across his face, like a mockery of his charm.He felt distressed.After his mother passed away, he hadn't experienced this feeling, but he knew it was distressing. His heart seemed to be pulled by someone, and some blood oozed profusely.Distressed.

Deng Yuan said softly: "Everyone wait a moment, I'll go drink some water~" Then he got up and walked towards Xu Yihan.In those two or three seconds, Xu Yihan had countless thoughts flying through, all of which pointed to the same action: hug him, stop broadcasting, sister, we will stop broadcasting.As long as Deng Yuan calls him "Yi Han", or even if Deng Yuan looks at him, he will hug him tightly. Sister, we will stop broadcasting, sorry.

But Deng Yuan passed Xu Yihan as if no one was there.He actually picked up the cup and drank a couple of sips of water, then refilled his lipstick in front of the mirror, and then he sat back in front of the computer as if no one was there.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at Xu Yihan.

Chapter 75

This Saturday is the turn of Bing Wang to update.

The next day was Yang Ming's birthday, so Xu Yihan went directly to a certain jade shop after get off work, planning to choose a jade ornament for Yang Ming.At six o'clock, only Fang Wen was left in the office.The Meteorological Observatory predicted heavy rain at night. At this time, layers of dark clouds had accumulated in the sky, which were so thick that they seemed to fall to the ground.Fang Wen asked Zhang Li to go home first. He said that Mr. Xu had temporarily arranged a job for him and had to work overtime.Zhang Li didn't ask much, just said that she would go to the vegetable market to buy some food first, and cook a big meal for Fang Wen in the evening.

Zhang Li is from Hunan, and her cooking taste is a bit heavy, but the taste is very good.The sky outside the window was getting darker, and there were already tiny raindrops floating on the glass.Fang Wen looked out through the water-stained glass, the light and shadow outside the window were dense, and the pedestrians walked hurriedly, obviously rushing home.

Bing Wang’s manuscript was only about 7000 words long, but Fang Wen suddenly didn’t want to stay in the office anymore.He ate two pieces of biscuits, but he wasn't very hungry, but he really missed Zhang Li's cooking. What would she do tonight?Stir-fried pork with green peppers?Or taste shrimp?Or cold preserved tofu?Fang Wen decided to take the manuscript home to write, and just avoid Zhang Li. Anyway, Zhang Li is very sensible. If he has to deal with work at home, Zhang Li will wear earphones and go to the next room to catch up. drama.

Fang Wen took out the key to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, Zhang Li rushed forward, knocking him almost out of his hand with the laptop he was carrying.A spicy smell pierced his nostrils, Fang Wen didn't bother to change his shoes, and asked with a smile, "Are you cooking?"

"We'll eat stir-fried tripe tonight," Zhang Li took over the computer for Fang Wen, complaining in a tone of voice, "The weather is too hot, I need some spicy food to dispel dampness."

"Great," Fang Wen kissed Zhang Li on the forehead, "I'm not done yet, I'll go to work overtime first."

"I'll call you when the meal is ready." Zhang Li trotted back to the kitchen.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Bing Wang updated "I Don't Want Superpowers".

After Fang Wen washed the dishes, he took out his mobile phone and saw that the "finishing fee" this time had been charged to his card.

Back in the room, I saw Zhang Li sitting at the desk typing away.Fang Wen walked over: "Are you working overtime too?" Zhang Li looked back at her, and said helplessly, "Have you forgotten, Mr. Xu asked me to...take the rhythm."

Fang Wen was stunned: "...Ah, I remembered."

At ten o'clock in the evening, the original Danquan[email protected]Naive Yuandan Chigua posted a long article titled "Donaldson, I'm Disappointed in You":

I just watched the update of Bing Wang, and I want to calmly talk about my thoughts.Let me talk about Donaldson first. In fact, he is my favorite author. Why?Because he is unique enough.Reading his, I can feel that he is not a person who will take the initiative to please readers, he is not even a person who cares about readers, he has a very chic energy, similar to "I am not used to you" "I don't understand Your problems are not my problems," but at the same time, every one of his stories is so sharp, so powerful, so moving.I have always told my friends who watch Danmei that Donaldson is my treasured author. Why do I say that, because he is not that popular yet—of course he is already popular enough, and he has a very good reputation among readers. But he is not so popular as a first-line author. I think this is because his threshold is relatively high (no other bad words are said), that is to say, readers need a certain life experience and ideological accumulation to understand him. .But some recent events have made me, frankly speaking, rather disappointed with Donaldson.In the last two updates, Donaldson has written more than 20 words. It is obvious that he has also changed his style. He began to cater to more readers. For example, the previous "I'm dirty" stalk was very funny to everyone Well, longtime readers of Donaldson will surely know that this kind of light-hearted, sexually-gimmicked one-liner is never seen in his previous books.This change of Donaldson has brought him more readers and income, the most direct manifestation is that the collection of "Guan Farewell" exceeded [-] last week.The author wants to make money and live. I will definitely not scold Donaldson for making such a change to cater to the public, but to be honest, I am a little disappointed, because I always believe that if Donaldson sticks to the original style of writing, he will be able to make the original The literary and ideological quality has been raised to a new height.Too bad he didn't.

Even though I am slightly disappointed, I am in no position to criticize him for it.The thing that disappointed and angered me the most was Donaldson's aggressive promotion of canned octopus.I don't want to argue with cp fans what is the relationship between the two of them, whether it's a real relationship or online marketing. What I want to say is that Donaldson uses various extreme methods to promote canned hairtail (the most extreme is crazily adding more), this kind of Very, very irresponsible behavior.

Everyone has been in the online literature circle for so many years, and Donaldson himself is an excellent author. I just want to ask Donaldson, can you really not tell the level of canned hairtail?You sell canned octopus to your readers time and time again, and even stimulate them to look at canned octopus in more ways. After all, you use the trust and love of readers for you, and the truth you sell to readers Is it a good work?You ask yourself, is the work of canned octopus worth promoting like this?Having said that, I believe that there will be fans of canned hairtail who will scold me. I want to say that you should scold me. No matter how much you scold me, I will say: the creative level of canned hairtail is not worthy of Donaldson’s promotion. If it is not worthy, it is worthy. No, no good is bad.

I know that now is the time when Donaldson and canned hairtail are crazy about increasing their followers. I hesitated for a long time about this article. If I post it, I will be scolded to death; Many readers were fooled by Donaldson's wild salesmanship.You can say that Donaldson is willing to promote canned octopus is none of your business?I want to say that I don't want to see bad money driving out good money in the circle.