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Bao was on fire because of a lingering song in the elevator and a tender look in his eyes.

As soon as the Wanrong Donglou program was launched on the platform, it quickly swept the hot list of all major self-media. Lantian's judgment was not wrong. It was the crazy fans' reposts and topic discussions that pushed him to the peak of traffic.

Overnight, Baozhan's likes and rankings on the voice of the box soared, surpassing Wenjiu and becoming the number one in total points. His personal accounts on Weibo and Fenghuolun also soared, with nearly one million followers in 24 hours.

And all of this, Baochan knew in his heart, was not due to his own singing skills, nor the charm of some opera, but just because of a male and female singing, and because a passerby of the same sex abruptly asked for his WeChat.

He sighed, and pushed open the door of the live broadcast room. Today is Friday, and the program team arranged a live broadcast for all staff. The broadcast started at 05:30 in the afternoon and ended at 12:30 in the middle of the night. Ten guests went to the live broadcast booth one by one to interact with fans at close distance .

Today he didn't wear a suit or a gown, but wore a misty blue antique embroidered long-sleeve shirt, which was chosen by Lan Tian himself. The shoulder line poured down like running water, and the long hem dragged on the ground like clouds and fog. With his tough bamboo-like figure, there is a romantic between male and female.

As soon as he entered the door, he and Wen Jiu walked across, that guy had Korean makeup, his skin looked like it had been polished with sandpaper, his whole body was shiny, when he saw him, he wiped it with a cold face.

Baochan and him are not on good terms, but they have a tacit understanding in passing water and sending a text message in private. Since Kuangzheng appeared, their relationship has taken a turn for the worse.

The live broadcast room is [-] square meters, with large and small mobile phones and tablets standing, one of which is mounted on a circular fill light, and the big logos of "Voice of Box" and "Hot Wheels" are printed on the opposite wall, and there are stickers around it. With dense sponsor logos.

Ten guests, plus their respective staff, the room was in a mess. Bao Chan sat down in a corner, took out his mobile phone and was going to review the precautions sent by the company, when someone beside him called: "Brother Bao."

Baozhan looked up, and it was the little angel at Zhang Rong's dinner party, wearing a singing suit with silver glitter, and soft golden-brown color contact lenses: "Xiao Zhou."

"Brother, what time do you start the broadcast?" Xiao Zhou asked.

Baochan was puzzled, and the broadcast time of all the guests was announced in the assistant group: "11:30."

Xiao Zhou nodded first, then smiled wryly: "I am at 05:30."

At 05:30 on weekends, the student party is on the way from school, and the community animals either order takeaway to prepare for overtime work, or pack up their things and make appointments for dinner and movies. Compared with Baochan's "golden time" at [-] o'clock, it is a dead time.

Bao Chan didn't know what to say, Xiao Zhou continued to sell miserably: "I have been ranked at the bottom for three consecutive weeks."

He is following the idol route, with exquisite looks and trendy songs. He is a newcomer with potential, but in a program like "Voice of the Box" that strives for expressiveness and personal charm, he appears mediocre and boring.

"Brother Bao," he said bluntly, "help me."

Baochan is in a dilemma, help him, how can I help, is it possible to switch time slots with him?

"Brother Bao, your points are already number one, so it's not bad for this live broadcast." Xiao Zhou lowered his head, very embarrassed, "I can't, there is no traffic at five or six in the afternoon, so I will accompany you again in this episode. Said... If I don't have exposure anymore, give up on me."

What he said was so miserable, anyone who saw that innocent face would soften their hearts, but Baochan knew his true face. At Zhang Rong's dinner, the waitress burned his hand beside him, but he continued to eat peanuts indifferently. His helplessness and pity are all acting.

Bao Chan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Brother Bao," Xiao Zhou lowered his voice, "please."

He also knew Baochan, Zhang Rong's dinner, Baochan was wearing a famous brand and a famous watch, but he was willing to serve the injured waiter. He was a sympathetic person.

And it was this kind of person that he could use.

The two looked at each other, they knew each other's character well, at this moment, Wen Jiu also came back from the bathroom, saw Xiao Zhou next to Bao Chan, and frowned.

He has been in the entertainment industry for more than ten years. He knows exactly what is in the "Voice of the Box", who goes up and who goes down after several episodes, and who is currently thinking about which moves to take. As soon as this kind of thing gets close to Bao Chan, he will know what fart he is farting.

Wen Jiu also remembered Kuang Zheng's grudge, and even hated Bao Chan, but at this moment, seeing that scheming little idol was even more distasteful to him, he yelled ferociously: "Bao Chan!"

Master Jiu shouted across most of the room, the live broadcast room fell silent, and everyone raised their heads one after another.

With so many pairs of eyes staring at him, Wen Jiu didn't show any fear at all, he pointed to the drink cabinet far away from Bao Zhan, "Bring me a bottle of water."

Baochan was a little dazed and didn't move. Whispering started around:

"Hey, hey, Master Jiu is playing big games."

"The scumbag doesn't have long hands."

"You are not childish, children."

"What?"

"Who is at the top of this week's standings, haven't you seen it?"

Baochan looked at Wen Jiuye, that guy looked over arrogantly, his cold face was actually cold on the outside and hot on the inside, he had helped him more than once by virtue of his arrogance.

"Isn't it true that Baochan snatched him the first place once, and he gave others a blow?"

"Otherwise, Wen Jiu is also at this level, so does he need to play tricks with a new opera singer?"

"Damn it, people's hearts are sinister..."

No, Baozhan knows that Wen Jiu is not that kind of person either, he is indeed old-fashioned, and he has played small tricks, but he will never play with meaningless "big cards". The next second, Baozhan stood up.

"Hey, hey, hey!" There was commotion in the live broadcast room, everyone in the room thought he was going to have a confrontation with Wen Jiu, and secretly poked and unlocked their phones to prepare for the video.

But Bao Chan didn't follow their wishes, he smiled apologetically at Xiao Zhou, turned sideways, and went to get Wen Jiu a drink.

"No way," someone murmured immediately, "so bad-tempered?"

"It's not that you have no temper, it's that you have no bones."

"A singer, how bold do you make him be?"

"Fuck, boring."

Baochan listened to those few words and remained unmoved. He knew that these people were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and they all wanted to enjoy other people's bad luck. He couldn't let them do what they wanted.

"Brother Bao," Xiao Zhou was afraid that he would take advantage of this trouble to "sneak", so he hurriedly followed, "The matter of the time slot..."

Bao Chan didn't reply, the meaning of refusal was obvious, Xiao Zhou got anxious and grabbed his big sleeve: "Brother Bao, do you have to worry about this thing with me?" He glanced around and whispered, "You and The big boss of the platform calls him brother, can he get what he wants?"

He was referring to Zhang Rong, Bao Chan frowned.

Xiao Zhou's eyes were burning: "As soon as you raise your hand, I will have a way out." Speaking of this, his face was ugly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled, "Do you want me to kneel down here for you?"

kneel?Baochan looked at him incredulously, he was serious, his eyes were too stubborn, this man went all out, for one live broadcast, one time slot, he could not even give up his dignity.

"Xiao Zhou……"

"Brother Bao, don't force me."

Baochan felt it was ridiculous. If he didn't want to change his time slot, it would be coercion. He glanced at Wen Jiuye, and then looked at all kinds of people in the room. The biggest news in the background, who did he become in this farce?

It's not worth it for a mere period of time.

"Okay," he nodded, "you can change it."

Xiao Zhou's face lit up, and in an instant, he changed from a dangerous knife to a mass of passionate fire. Wen Jiu also watched from afar, seeing Bao Chan's restraint and gentleness, feeling unhappy.

Bao Chan took the water and sent it to him, Wen Jiu also stared at him, staring all the way in front of him, the grapefruit-flavored sports drink was the kind his assistant always prepared for him, but he didn't pick it up, snorted and dismissed it walk away carelessly.

The people eating melons began to sigh again: "I'll go, Master Jiu is really annoying."

"Top stream is top stream, Fan'er is there."

"Come on, 5 minutes ago he called him a scumbag."

"I want you to manage."

Holding the bottle of water, Baochan stood alone on the spot.

The new time slot was announced soon, and the staff urged Baozhan to go to the live broadcast seat. Xiao Huang was in a hurry, and sat next to him with a pen and paper. !" He stared at the pitiful number of people online, "Look how many people there are!"

In front of Baochan was a bright white fill light. The face on the screen was him, not him. His complexion was unnaturally white, his lips were too red, and his slender eyebrows were raised under his misty black hair, as if he had changed. gender.

"Xiao Huang," he asked, "what's the matter with this beauty?"

"You still care about beauty?" Xiao Huang's chubby face twisted into a ball, "I didn't even dare to call Sister Lan. After a while, she saw WeChat and scolded me to death!"

At this time, a staff member instructed in the headset: "Guests turn on the microphone."

At five o'clock, when the live broadcast started, Bao Chan pursed his lips, smoothed his collar, straightened his back, and faced the screen with a heroic spirit rarely seen by young people today: "Friends who like the voice of the box, hello everyone. "

His throat was a little tight, and he was not used to this communication method. He said hello on one side of the screen, but it was quiet on the other side, only the constantly refreshing fan comments:

Hello brother!

? ? ?baby start? ? ?

After a day of quarreling in Chaohua, I now know who Baojiu is the first brother of the voice of the box (Master Jiu is really the finale!!!

woc who did i see!

Brother is so beautiful!

There is no mistake!Based on the baby's points, 05:30? !

Your family debuted for two months, how much more do you want?

The live broadcast is not your cooking, can you respect the artist?

The number of people online is only over 2. Do you want to respect me?

Passers-by, to be honest, he is considered a star anyway, and his statistics are not as good as Internet celebrities...

05:30, my brother is at a disadvantage, the program team must have done it on purpose!

Baby fans look here!The baby is on the air!Ask the q group to spread!Please post on Weibo!Come to the live broadcast room to gather!

05:30 to [-]:[-], only half an hour!Baby fans, carry the data!

The comments were posted too fast, and Baochan couldn't read them. His first live broadcast, his head was dizzy, and he mechanically followed the script prepared in advance. Half an hour actually passed in the blink of an eye, even though fans kept chatting in the comment area. They waved the flag and shouted, but at 57:[-], the number of online users still had not exceeded [-].

Baochan can ignore the exposure, but Xiaohuang can't. Seeing that time is running out, he has already crossed today's popularity in his heart. It is better to say that he is unwilling than frustrated. At this moment, a message pops up in the comment area. A piece of red hearts, big and small, quickly rolled into a whirlpool, blasting out a screen full of colorful stars.

"Damn it?" He widened his eyes, "Damn it, damn it!"

Baochan doesn’t know what’s wrong, the screen is constantly exploding, countless swirls and stars superimposed back and forth, blurring most of the comment area, where there is now a wall of exclamation marks, on the opposite table, the staff one by one He seemed to freeze, showing a shocked look.

Baozhan retracted his gaze, and saw a new prompt appearing in the continuous screen of red hearts: id is waiting for you on the side of the road to send "the magic power of love in circles" x10.

Love... magic circles?Baochan almost laughed out loud, what the hell is this?

Xiao Huang wrote a reminder to him on the paper: The magic of love goes round and round, the biggest gift of Hot Wheels, worth 99999 wheels! "

Baochan asked with his eyes: Are 99999 wheels a lot?

Xiao Huang wrote again: It is equivalent to 9999 RMB.

Baochan was startled.

Xiao Huang wrote again: He swiped ten at a time, and he has swiped twelve times!

Nearly 120 million!Baochan looked at the screen, the person was still swiping, he was not familiar with the id "waiting for you by the roadside", but in terms of demeanor and demeanor, he was very much like the bead holders in Ruyizhou: "Thank you for this friend's gift, He thought for a while and said tactfully, "Everyone come to watch the live broadcast, I accept the favor, but impulsive consumption..."

Suddenly, in the comment queue of "Surprised Lady Fan", a message flashed by the side of the road waiting for you: I am not impulsive.

Baochan tilted her head slightly, wearing a misty blue embroidered shirt, that "willing to hear more" posture is really beautiful.

There is you by the roadside: I want to order a song.

Baochan raised his eyebrows.

There's You by the Roadside: Coincidence.

In an instant, Baochan knew who he was: "Xiaoxian..." that special address almost blurted out.