Little Tsing Yi always teases me live [Ancient Wear Today]

The Weibo Sand Sculpture bot posted a chat screenshot today.

"Does any sister know the anchor Fang Wuqiu? I have encountered a lot of things recently, and I feel very uncomfortable. I want to go to his live broadcast room to listen to music. I heard that it can heal emotional injuries?"

"You're talking about Fang Wuqiu from Xiong Miaomiao TV? Show me the way fwq349622, click on the replay of the latest episode... But are you sure you want to be cured? Isn't it worse?"

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"He sings like ghosts and wolves. You think of the sound of chalk sizzling on the wall and nails scraping the blackboard. Tsk, that's the kind, goosebumps on the forehead."

"...??"

"You can still try it, but after it is cured, your emotional injury may become indifferent."

There are tens of thousands of bot fans, and every time a netizen submits a sand sculpture behavior, the comment area is full of laughter.However, it seemed much quieter today, and only sporadic comments appeared in the past 5 minutes.

[Moonlight]: I'm so stupid, hhhhh, it's amazing that someone can sing a little star into a gorilla. What the hell is Xiong Miaomiao TV doing?

[Luluo]: Eighty percent of them follow the sand sculpture route.

[Insulation Pot]: The playback volume of the latest issue of xswl has been five times, how many sisters were attracted by the bot to watch it hhhhh.

The effect of Weibo drainage is indeed very strong. In a short period of time, Fang Wuqiu's live broadcast replay was ranked among the top five on the platform.

But such a result made the platform editor who signed Fang Wuqiu want to cry.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the editor looked at the time and called Fang Wuqiu, who was used to sleeping in.

It's strange today, she just dialed the number for a few seconds, and the other side answered. The editor was thinking that Fang Wuqiu got up early today and deserved praise, when he turned around, he heard a slight panting sound from the phone, which was intriguing.

The editor was stunned for two seconds: "Fang...Fang Wuqiu, what are you doing, or I will hang up first."

The little editor girl who graduated two years ago thought she heard the boys' morning movements, and her face turned red.

Fang Wuqiu didn't understand the panic in the editor's voice, his soft and slender waist slightly arched, and he lowered his legs from the pole by the wall.He wiped the sweat from his face, there was a red mole under the charming peach blossom eyes, which was provoked by the fine sweat, and there was a rush of love.

"Sister Luoluo." Fang Wuqiu opened the window with one hand, and the light wind rushed towards him.The window is facing the side entrance of the university, and young, bright and beautiful college students walk to the nearby supermarkets and restaurants in groups of three or four, or hold books just after class, laughing one after another.This is Fang Wuqiu's favorite scene to watch recently. It is full of vitality, and the students are growing vigorously on campus.

Or the sound of books is a scene that has never been seen in the theater troupe in the previous life.

After Fang Wuqiu regained his composure, he explained with a smile: "Sister Luoluo, I'm practicing kung fu. What's the matter?" He leaned against the window, his eyebrows drooping slightly, and the red phoenix tree planted in the community sent its petals out of his window.

The stone road downstairs is paved with a layer of bright red phoenix flowers. Some students passed by with their feet on the petals. When they accidentally raised their heads, they excitedly pulled their girlfriends to look upstairs.

what to look at.

The most colorful tree in the world, with the most beautiful flowers, stubbornly climbs up to the roof, as if competing with the person by the window for a glimpse of spring.

After Fang Wuqiu took a breath, he turned back and walked into the house.

Editor Zhou Luo heard him say that he was practicing, and instantly slapped his face for his wild thoughts, but was stunned again...Practice?Zhou Luo twitched her lips, not agreeing.

Since last week, every time she called Fang Wuqiu, the latter said that he was practicing, but what could he practice?This person has never been to college, graduated from high school and struggled in society for many years, but still failed to achieve anything. He only joined Xiong Miao Miao TV as an anchor two years ago.Not good at dealing with people, unfamiliar with singing and dancing, and practicing kung fu?Zhou Luo suddenly felt tired, and more than once disliked the original self for going crazy and wanting to sign him.

Probably by the temptation of beauty.

Zhou Luo coughed and said business: "A fan posted your live broadcast on Weibo, and there will be some random comments recently, don't worry about it."

From the moment Wuqiu signed the contract, she knew that this person's mentality was very unstable, he was easily frustrated, and he always felt that others were bullying him.Although Zhou Luo doesn't like him, he still needs to pay attention to his routine mental state.

Fang Wuqiu hesitantly responded, and then heard Zhou Luo say: "Are you ready for the next live broadcast?"

Among Xiong Miaomiao's signed hosts, there is a requirement that the live broadcast time should not be less than 45 hours per week, and the number of live broadcasts must be more than three times.

Zhou Luo urged him a few times this week, and it was Wednesday, and Fang Wuqiu hadn't even started a live broadcast for a minute, and the team leader would always talk to her during meetings.

"Tomorrow." Fang Wuqiu said, looking at the empty furniture and ingredients in the room, sighing silently.

He traveled here in a daze, and before he could figure things out, his mind was filled with the deeds of "Fang Wuqiu".Those strange and fragmented things drifted through his mind one by one, and Fang Wuqiu had no energy to take care of the house at all.

The original body was also called Fang Wuqiu, and he looked exactly like himself.As the anchor of the platform, his live broadcast is like a joke, so he was suppressed by other anchors and ridiculed by fans. He is originally a pessimistic character. If things go on like this, his spirit is very unstable. After the last live broadcast, he passed out .

When I wake up again, things are different.

When he first realized that he had traveled through time, he spent a whole night searching for traces of his previous life.However, the Yu Dynasty he lived in was hundreds of years ago, and the theater troupe in Tanyang Town, south of the Yu Dynasty, was so small that there was no trace to be found.

The house Yuanzheng rented was next to the university town. Although the house was narrow, the surrounding area was noisy and bustling.

Fang Wuqiu is going to buy some daily necessities in the largest supermarket nearby.

He is not familiar with this era, so he can only rely on the original body's memory.Walking on the road, although the pace was hesitant and slow, it didn't make people feel abrupt.

"What a beautiful boy."

"Hey, don't point at people, it's so impolite."

Passing by two girls with blushing faces, they stared straight at the tall slender boy, whether they covered their faces to sneak a glance or blushed, they were full of youthful vitality.Fang Wuqiu shook his head and smiled, not paying attention.

He was brought up in the theater troupe since he was a child, and he learned opera and went on stage, and he was always sought after by spectators, and he was used to such a posture.

It was still early, and the supermarket was very quiet. Fang Wuqiu pushed the shopping cart around the various cargo areas, and within half an hour the cart was full.He didn't have much money left, so he could only focus on buying necessities.

He was pushing the cart and was going to the cashier when a girl who was in a hurry passed by and ran away from him quickly, leaving a small box at his feet.

"Girl, your stuff?" Fang Wuqiu yelled, the girl had long since disappeared, so he had to pick it up by himself.

The small box of powder is not thick, it is probably chewing gum or something, Fang Wuqiu followed the place where the sugar was put and returned the things.As a result, as soon as he walked to the snack area, he heard another girl complaining.

"I just want this kind of candy, why is it not available?"

There was still her boyfriend standing beside her, and when she heard the words, she said in an irritable tone, "They all have similar tastes, so you can pick whatever you want."

“Pink packaging is more delicious!”

"It's all the same, tsk, I don't understand you, it's boring."

The girl was annoyed by what she said, and she just wanted to take the blue box next to it casually, but her eyes blurred, and a powder box was handed over.

The girl froze.

The packaging box of Xiaoxiaofenfen, QQ is cute, very cute, and there are reflective English fonts printed on it, which looks very similar to the candy box she was about to pick up.

But... this tm is by condom!

The girl's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, her lips trembled, and she felt strong sexual harassment!She was furious and was about to get angry when she heard the clear and soft voice of the owner holding the condom: "Are you looking for it? Here it is."

The boy's voice is very special, it is the lingling sound of a trickling stream passing through the cracks in the rocks. When the mountain spring is clear, a branch of peach blossom falls into the stream, and the circle of ripples rippling in the heart.The girl had never heard such a beautiful voice before, and she was stunned for two seconds before she realized it.

Then she looked up the long, white fingers holding the condom.

Good guy, don't judge people by their appearance, you're a rogue with a human face and a beast's heart!

The girl was angry and angry, Fang Wuqiu didn't know what was going on, looking at her red eyes and anger, her beautiful peach eyes were full of confusion, and she was at a loss.But before he could react, the neglected boyfriend rushed towards him with a livid face: "cnm! Are you a man? I will kill you right now!"

The situation was urgent, the boyfriend didn't move at this time, how about waiting, rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, squeezed Fang Wuqiu's wrist tightly, with an angry expression on his face: "You are paralyzed, idiot!"

Fang Wuqiu was forced to take a few steps back, and hurriedly explained: "Wait, did you misunderstand?"

"Hiss—" Fang Wuqiu frowned as his wrist was pinched to the point of being bruised.

The boyfriend also seemed to be putting on airs, charging aggressively, and in the end he just covered his head and swearing, taking into account that he didn't do anything in public.Before leaving, he said, "Don't let me see you next time, cowardly!"

Fang Wuqiu rubbed his blue wrist with a dazed expression.

He took the powder box in his hand closer, and fiddled with the front and back for a while. The box was all in English, and he couldn't understand a single word.At this time, a figure suddenly came over, looked at him and smiled meaningfully: "Hey, buddy."

Fang Wuqiu was reading the words on it seriously, when he was suddenly called out and was startled.

He raised his eyes in panic, and looked at the boy in front of him wearing a mask of the same style as the celebrity, with long eyebrows and a strange laugh: "Are you calling me?"

"Who else is it if it's not you?" The boy murmured, his height advantage allowed him to clearly see the boy's black hair, the ends of which were thin and dense, soft and drooping, and with the sudden movement of raising his head, he drew a beautiful curve in the air radian.

While raising his head, the slender neck was exposed in the most ostentatious posture. The skin there was delicate, white and shiny, and the slightly protruding Adam's apple was small and delicate, just like a girl's house.Seeing that he was still in a daze, the boy's eyes flickered slightly, and he said speechlessly, "You don't know why that person just hit you, do you?"

Realizing that he was not malicious, Fang Wuqiu shook his head truthfully, and asked politely, "Can you tell me?"

The boy uttered a swear word in surprise, his piercing eyes glanced at his beautiful face, and suddenly he reached out, picked up the compact in his palm with his index finger and thumb, and waved it carelessly in the air.

"You don't think it's candy, do you?" The boy pouted, tsk tsk.

Fang Wuqiu blinked and nodded in confusion.

"Fuck! It's not..." The boy didn't know how to explain it to him, so he approached him speechlessly, and leaned into his ear slightly, irritatingly: "This fucking is for doing that kind of thing!...Don't you know?! You jumped out of the rock, I'll wipe it! It's the thing about the couple's bed, roll around, understand!"

Fang Wuqiu opened his round eyes in surprise, his face flushed red.

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There will be a lot of opera-related plots in this article, including the Tanyang opera that Fang Wuqiu inherited. They are all fictional and mixed, and the textual research should not be investigated.