can you be more reserved

As soon as he finished class in the afternoon, he went straight to the Internet cafe and opened a private room for one person. The hand-cooked pancakes were still hot in his hands, and he started to gobble them up regardless, and sent a message to the master while eating.

Are you poisonous: Hahaha, my aunt added an extra piece of ham to me when I bought hand pancakes just now

Yansu Diaoliang: Well, a good thing.

Yan Su Diao Liang: Maybe I will pull you to be my son-in-law.

Are you poisonous: you will end up making my aunt's house poor, she might use a broom to sweep me out of the house

Yan Su Diao Liang: Then I'll squat downstairs in her house.

Are you poisonous: why?

Yansu carved beams: picking up leaks.

The two concise words on the screen made Ye Hui blush. Looking at the typed words in the input box, he silently cast aside his impatience and sent the message.

Are you poisonous: God, can you come into my den now? Let me tell you about the operation of the housing management.

Because he was busy with the Christmas Eve competition before, Ye Hui hadn’t released a new song for a month, and the piles of reminders had already been built high, and there were some milk chips who threatened to attack collectively, so he was careful. Gan'er swayed, and quickly sent a message to the audience saying that it will be broadcast live on the audience's platform in two days. It just so happens that there is no class tonight and it is relatively free.

It's just that the great god offered to be a house manager, which caught him off guard. He was still struggling with how to get the great god to come to the live broadcast room, but he didn't expect the happiness to come so suddenly that he almost knocked him unconscious.

"Hello, Ye Hui?"

"Oh...well, God, it's me."

Ye Hui used to listen to the voice of the Great God on the phone at most. This was the first time he had chatted with the Great God through the earphones. The voice of the Great God came out from the earphones. It was clear, calm, and resonated in his brain for a long time. As if awakened again at this moment, began to hum uncontrollably, he swallowed and told himself to calm down.

"I'll set you up as a house manager first, and then you can see...uh, I'll send a message first."

Ye Hui tapped on the keyboard, typed the word "Great God" and sent it.

"Then there's the function of writing a ban on the side. If you see someone posting something indecent during the live broadcast, you can mute it, and you can kick it out..."

"Hmm...it seems to be gone. It's very simple. Is there anything you don't understand, my god?" Ye Hui felt that he was asking in vain if he asked. .

Ye Hui, who had just finished boasting about the strength of the Great God in his heart, was soon slapped in the face. The Great God asked, "Indecent news? How can it be considered indecent news? Your words are a bit vague."

"In addition to those who swear... There are also those who are malicious and have crooked topics. Those who use cp to paint too much, such as me and you, if they use too much, they will be banned.... .." Ye Hui didn't know how he brought the topic to such a strange direction, and his speech was a bit stuck, "If... it's not too much, God, you will be merciful, because... ...because......"

Ye Hui didn't say why after "because" for a long time. He couldn't say that because he didn't mind the barrage of the two of them's cp, the master must have seen the dirty thoughts in his heart at a glance, so he was far away from being pulled. Black is not far away.

"Great God...do you mind?" Ye Hui asked a little cautiously, because there are not a few fans who use CP to get revenge, and there are many people who never get along with each other. He is not willing to do this, if If the master says something that he doesn't like or doesn't like, he will immediately block such comments in his comments. This method is very effective. After the limelight passes, no one will discuss it anymore.

But when he thought that he might lose the only fair and honest opportunity to contact the Great God, he felt inexplicably sad, as if those remaining connections were gone.

Not only is it not easy to like people, but even being a fan of a big god has to be sneaky.