After a night of violent handsome in the fat house

It is a taboo of the company for the staff to give gifts to the anchor.

The staff standing in front of the computer quickly turned off An Haoran's live broadcast interface, switched to another anchor's live broadcast room, and said embarrassingly: "We... are watching the live broadcast..."

Lu Yu glanced at the fitness anchor on the computer who was waving his biceps, and said blankly, "This is not an example."

The crowd nodded like garlic.

After Lu Yu left, the staff turned on An Haoran's live broadcast again, only to find that the live broadcast had ended, and they couldn't help talking about it.

"That little brother just now, his appearance can rank among the top in Yincheng, right?"

"I think he looks much better than those tacky little fresh meat..."

"Yes, yes, he is very recognizable, especially his eyes, like a deer."

An Haoran didn't know that his live broadcast was seen by the staff. He sat far away on the grass, watching the teenagers graciously distributing snacks to everyone, and organizing everyone to play games not very skillfully.

I don't know why, although Jian Shiyu is very good-looking, An Haoran always feels that he has the same temperament as himself.

It's a kind of inferiority complex that others can't detect.

Jian Shiyu's attitude towards everyone is very good. He is obviously a little tired, but he is still trying his best to please everyone.And when everyone didn't notice him, he would turn into an iceberg in the corner, his eyes full of alienation and rejection of the crowd.

An Haoran felt that his idea was ridiculous.He laughed at himself in his heart, why would such a good-looking person feel inferior, someone as ugly as himself should feel inferior.

The keen Cheng Qi also noticed this.

Cheng Qi looked at Jian Shiyu who was sitting in the shade, who was staring at the people playing games in a daze.He doesn't seem to belong to the group and doesn't want to fit in.

Cheng Qi walked up to him, sat down, and asked with a half-smile: "Tired? Why don't you play with them?"

"Ah..." Jian Shiyu came back to his senses and shook his head, "I'm not used to this kind of group activities."

"It's not good to be so withdrawn." Cheng Qi looked at him with a smile, and there was an imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

Jian Shiyu raised his eyelids to look at him, then lowered his head to stare at the grass, and said softly, "I'm used to it."

Cheng Qi didn't quite understand. In fact, everyone treated him well, but he was always on guard, as if he took everyone's goodwill towards him as fake.

Cheng Qi once saw with his own eyes a girl from another hospital muster up the courage to confess to Jian Shiyu, but Jian Shiyu said in a low voice, "I'm not good enough for you" and left.

Because he said this with a very sincere expression, the girl couldn't tell whether it was an excuse or the truth for a moment, and stood there petrified for a long time.

A gust of wind blew, and a few petals fell on the boy's head, and he brushed it away.Not far away, Chen Yikai called him to play Werewolf, he smiled and said, "I don't know how to play..."

Zhang Yan rushed over and pulled him away, yelling, "It won't be right, everyone is rushing to teach you. Teacher Cheng, do you want to play together?"

Cheng Qi shook his head, watching them leave, lost in his own thoughts.

An Haoran watched Jian Shiyu playing games with everyone, and suddenly wanted to be friends with him, wanted to take him away from this group of people, and take him to a quiet place to enjoy the scenery, without forcing himself into such a group.

Until the students in English Class 2 finished their picnic and were about to leave, An Haoran was still sitting on the grass, writing and revising his own score, and glanced at the teenagers in the crowd from time to time.

Cheng Qi glanced at him calmly.

At this moment, An Haoran walked up to Jian Shiyu with his guitar on his back, hesitated for a while before asking him: "Are you free next week, I would like to invite you..."

"Jian Shiyu, you are the one who organizes the outing, hurry up and count the number of people."

Cheng Qi suddenly appeared between them, wanting to take Jian Shiyu away without any explanation.

Jian Shiyu was stunned for a moment, and quickly said to An Haoran: "Thank you for helping me find a book last time, and I will treat you to dinner next week. You can add me on WeChat."

Cheng Qi's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at An Haoran.

An Haoran was flattered and became friends with Jian Shiyu, but he found that Cheng Qi beside him was not very friendly, which made his heart shudder, so he hurriedly said goodbye and left alone.

Class gatherings often end with a group photo, and English Class 2 is no exception.

Cheng Qi took a group photo of everyone in front of the cherry blossom forest with his mobile phone, and then secretly took a few photos for Jian Shiyu in private. Looking at the tall and thin figure of the young man under the cherry blossom tree, Cheng Qi wished he could give him a set of photos.

Jian Shiyu didn't like taking pictures very much. The boys and girls in the class took selfies with their mobile phones, and he was watching from the side, not interested in taking selfies at all.

At this moment, Zhang Yan appeared next to Jian Shiyu like a gust of wind with his mobile phone in hand, leaned into his ear, and said mysteriously, "You've got something wrong."

Jian Shiyu looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Yan handed his mobile phone to him.

Jian Shiyu's eyes widened instantly.

Night falls.

As of 10:[-] p.m., the one-week deadline given by Yincheng Entertainment had come to an end, and the staff of the Internet Department were in full swing to collect various data indicators. Within half an hour, they compiled a detailed document and handed it over to Ming Xueyun.

Ming Xueyun checked the document several times, and after confirming that there was no problem, sent it to Lu Yu's mailbox.

Lu Yu was resting at home. He was wearing a bathrobe just after taking a shower, and took out a bottle of old red wine from the freezer. The rich aroma of the wine filled the whole room.

He was lazily lying on the leather sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. When he saw the email reminder, he reached out and opened it carelessly. The black bracelet on his wrist was particularly conspicuous.

At the same time, Ming Xueyun sent a message on WeChat: "Tomorrow I will personally discuss the termination of the contract with the bottom 15 anchors."

Lu Yu didn't reply to her, and was still carefully observing every item of data, as if he was looking at the profit analysis of a product.

On the report, each anchor's field of expertise, as well as the popularity of the live broadcast in the past week, are listed in detail.

Lu Yu checked it carefully, and after feeling that there was no problem, he replied to Ming Xueyun: "Yes."

Sitting in front of the computer, Ming Xueyun breathed a sigh of relief, sorted out the information of the bottom 15 anchors, and planned to contact them tomorrow.At the same time, the project of recruiting new anchors is about to start, which will be carried out at the same time as the debut of the company's new artists.

"The quality of this year's newcomers is not good, their faces are not good-looking enough, and their bodies can only be regarded as just passing the passing line."

Lu Yu sent another message.

Ming Xueyun's nerves tensed immediately, and she replied with careful words: "I'll talk to those scouts tomorrow..."

"You can figure it out." Lu Yu was noncommittal.

"Ok."

Ming Xueyun felt very tired. You must know that the new trainees that Yincheng had found, regardless of gender, had exquisite facial features, thin waists and long legs, and they were definitely the focus of attention when walking on the street.But President Lu's vision has always been vicious and critical, otherwise it would be impossible to make a large number of newcomers popular every year.

Just when Ming Xueyun thought today's work was finally over, Lu Yu sent another message.

"Send me An Haoran's information."

Ming Xueyun looked at this news suspiciously, thinking that An Haoran seemed to be a very low-popular little anchor, ranked sixth from the bottom, why did Boss Lu want his information.

Confused, Ming Xueyun immediately sent all the information on An Haoran to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu glanced through An Haoran's information at a glance, and then opened the popularity statistics interface of the anchors, his eyes stayed on An Haoran's popularity in today's live broadcast.

Highest number of viewers: 32461.

There is nothing wrong with taking this data alone, and there are many anchors who are more popular than this.But the problem is that An Haoran's live broadcast for the other six days this week has less than 1000 viewers for each show.

Lu Yu frowned.

Although the anchor will be terminated soon, he cannot tolerate data falsification.

So, Lu Yu sent Ming Xueyun a message again: "Xue, call me the replay of An Haoran's live broadcast today, and I want the whole process."

Ming Xueyun didn't understand why Boss Lu suddenly cared so much about such a young anchor, but it seemed like nothing good happened.She called someone from the network department and asked for a live video, which she sent to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu clicked on the playback, and the beautiful scenery of Sangyu Lake appeared on the screen immediately.

Ming Xueyun waited for Lu Yu's reply while applying the mask, but she didn't wait for it.

10 minute later.

Just when Ming Xueyun thought that today's work was over, news of Lu Yu suddenly appeared.

"Before 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, I want all the information of that boy."

Ming Xueyun: "???"

What the hell is this mysterious overbearing president's tone? !

Ming Xueyun: "Boss Lu, who are you talking about?"

Lu Yu: "Didn't you watch the replay? [/smile]" with a bad tone.

Ming Xueyun was so frightened that the mask almost cracked, she hurriedly clicked on An Haoran's live broadcast playback.

The picture is very ordinary, and the popularity is also very ordinary. Only when the cherry blossom forest in the rain of flowers appears, there will be a group of viewers, but the number of viewers remains below 2000.

What's wrong with this live broadcast, isn't it normal?

After Ming Xueyun applied the mask, she began to rub her face with a massager.

At this time, there was still nothing special about the live broadcast.

From An Haoran talking to fans, to when he picked up the guitar and started singing his new song...

The song is pretty nice, but the popularity of the live broadcast room is still around 2500, and there has been no breakthrough.

Ming Xueyun began to wonder.

At this moment, in the rain of cherry blossoms all over the sky, a teenager with a backpack and various bags in his hands appeared in the camera.The boy was tall and slender, wearing an ordinary sweatshirt, and his superior figure could rank among the top even in Silver City.

The young man seemed to have noticed An Haoran. He put down the things in his hand, walked curiously and sat down behind An Haoran, listening to him sing quietly.

Ming Xueyun clearly saw the boy's face.

She opened her eyes wide in an instant, and subconsciously held her breath, only the boy's obsidian-like eyes remained in her mind.

The picture of Jian Shiyu sitting next to An Haoran listening to the song was screenshotted by his fans and posted to his Weibo comments.Many people asked Jian Shiyu who this was, but he never answered.

So, a curious baby saved the picture.

They didn't know who the boy was, but they knew that An Haoran was a student of Xiacheng University of Science and Technology, so they posted the picture on Xiacheng University of Technology's school forum, and took a headline "Xia Li still has such a shocking little boy!" Brother, ask for contact information for a lot of money! ".

In less than half an hour, more than 100 people responded to the post.

This is what Zhang Yan said to Jian Shiyu, "You are in trouble."

In fact, Xiacheng University of Technology's forum doesn't have much influence, and as long as the heat passes, no one will pay attention.

However, because this screenshot is so beautiful, a group of people outside the school followed the clues to find this post and kept putting it to the top manually.

"My mother, what kind of fairy face is this, is it a newcomer from which company?"

"I don't know him, but I know that the one who played the guitar and didn't show his face is An Haoran..."

"My husband misses me. It's nothing more than a passionate video with me in the wild. Do you want to secretly film this?"

"Are you sure it's Xia Li's? I really want to kneel down and lick this face... By the way, sisters upstairs, be more sober."

"I won't take a second look at the reply on the third floor without 3 disinfection."

Jian Shiyu looked at the strange replies in the post, and asked Zhang Yan in confusion: "Can you delete the post?"

Zhang Yan shook his head and said no, because this photo is not a sneak shot, but a screenshot from the live broadcast, so ordinary administrators will not care about it.Even if it is deleted, there must be other places to find it.

"Then what should we do?" Jian Shiyu looked at the increasingly crooked comments, and a group of people shouted "Husband, Husband" incessantly, making his cheeks feel hot.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yan said: "Actually, it shouldn't have much impact on you. As far as I know, that An Haoran is not a big anchor. After a few days, no one will pay attention."

Jian Shiyu looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Yan: "Don't worry, you are a big boy, nothing will happen."

Jian Shiyu hesitated for a long time, and did the one thing he regretted most in his college career - he believed in Zhang Yan.

The next day, Ming Xueyun came to the company early, and after the regular meeting, she issued a contract termination notice to all unqualified anchors and gave corresponding compensations.Of course, this compensation is just a drop in the bucket compared to Yincheng's bonus.

After finishing the work at hand, Ming Xueyun non-stop began to collect information about the boy who appeared in An Haoran's live broadcast.

Lu Yu came to the CEO's office early in the morning, drank a cup of coffee as usual, but was not in the mood to work.He sat on the sofa and tapped his fingers on the table slowly, waiting for the assistant to report the situation.

Ming Xueyun showed up at 9 o'clock on time, took an Apple notebook, and meticulously reported the content of the meeting, and also informed Lu Yu of the progress of the anchor's termination.

Lu Yu listened carefully, taking a sip of coffee from time to time.

After Ming Xueyun finished all the matters, Lu Yucai slowly put down the coffee in his hand, and looked up at her.

"Nothing else?"

Lu Yu's tone was very calm, without a trace of emotion.

Ming Xueyun knew what he was talking about.She handed the computer to him and opened the browser page.

What appeared in front of Lu Yu was a university forum, and at the top of the forum was a hot post with 500 comments.

The title of the post is "Xia Li still has such an astonishing little brother, please contact me for a lot of money!" ".