bereavement

The bed at Jiang Yanyu's home was so big, soft and fragrant, Xie Qin wanted to die on it. He slept from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm when he was woken up by a series of fatal calls from the radio studio.

"You log in to the mailbox first, there will be letters written to you by the audience, and then you can sing after you finish the work, and do a lottery lottery before the broadcast," the radio station person asked, "Are you sure about your timing?"

"allow."

Xie Qin yawned and turned on the camera casually.

He went to the toilet to wash his face as soon as the broadcast was aired. The audience thought he was going to dress up, put some powder on, draw a nose shadow, etc. But when the dog Xie Qin came back, the fried hair on the top of his head was not straightened, and his short sleeves were loose. Collapsing, collarbone exposed.

His face was not friendly, dull, gloomy, and he looked like he hadn't slept enough.

The bullet screen was full of question marks, some sharp-eyed asked him if he had moved, and the background behind him was different from before.

"Well, we moved." Xie Qin was rather perfunctory.

After logging into the mailbox, he clicked on any of the 999+ unread emails. He stretched his head close to the screen, half-closed his eyes, and read out while reading:

"I want to know what type of girl my brother likes, and if he is single now."

Xie Qin didn't answer, and asked the radio station, "Didn't you tell them not to ask me personal questions?"

His tone was flat and a little sleepy, but he could make people hear the viciousness.

"This... you can answer according to your own acceptance. Just ignore the insulting and pornographic ones."

Xie Qin randomly clicked on another one, glanced at the general content, and was speechless.

He originally thought that the most asked questions would be about rap, but in the end they were all messy personal questions.

Although the majority of his fans are girls, not all of them come for his face. After all, there must be a small group of talented fans.

The more Xie Qin read the email, the more aggrieved he became. Nima, each of these little girls is full of stinky shit in their heads.

Someone asked Xie Qin how long and wide that thing is, how long it can last at a time, do you mind if girls have hairy legs, are you interested in having sex with boys, will the chrysanthemum tighten when you stand on a high place and look down? , After shitting, wipe your butt with your left hand or your right hand.

"No," Xie Qin abruptly made them laugh angrily, "Can we order something from Yangjian?"

Subconsciously, he wanted to light a cigarette, but then he thought that he was still live broadcasting, and he couldn't spoil the children, so forget it.

After finally opening a normal one, the content is very long, like a thousand-character composition, with a childish student look in the wording.

Xie Qin finished reading in silence, leaned back on his chair and stayed for a while. He didn't know how to reply to the email, and he wasn't sure whether the reply was appropriate.

The sender is a little girl who is about to take the high school entrance examination. She said that she likes people like him. After high school, she wants to find a boyfriend like him because she looks cool.

"How old are you?" Xie Qin asked.

A large number of "14", "15", and "16" appeared in the barrage. When he saw "11", he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He overestimated the average age of his fans. He originally thought that the youngest was only 16 years old. He didn't expect that there were even elementary school students, and most of them were junior high school kids. Adults were pitifully rare.

"Well, let me ask a few things." Xie Qin sighed, "Are there any gangsters in your school, or school bullies?"

The screen is full of "yes".

"What do you think of them?" Xie Qin continued to ask.

He looked at the screen and roughly estimated that 70% of the bullet chats were "cool", 20% were "stupid", and 10% were "envious of wanting to be them".

Xie Qin was a little speechless for a while, but after a few seconds, he said "go to the bathroom", got up, walked out of the range of the camera, and lit a cigarette.

Nature told him "don't care what they like", but conscience told him "go and persuade these little girls".

Xie Qin was hesitating, after all, he had never done any good deeds that could accumulate virtue for him before, and now he had an opportunity before him, it was up to him whether to accumulate virtue or not.

He now realizes that his identity is different. Although he is still a rapper, he is wearing the skin of a public figure, and his every move is affecting others.

Ignorant underage fans may imitate him, worship him, and support some of his bad behaviors. If they are not guided, it may really lead them to walk on paths that they shouldn't take and ruin their lives.

Xie Qin, a junior high school girl like this, has seen too much, with shallow experience and immature psychology, she will blindly love bad boys like him, think he is very manly, cool and attractive, and it will be a face to bring them out. In fact, when they grow up, they will I found that the older you are, the more you like the gentle and stable one.

After Xie Qin smoked a cigarette, he still decided to do good deeds every day, and persuaded them to let these bastards experience what it means to be beaten by society.

He sat back to broadcast live, zoomed in on the mail, and the bullet screen was denser than the rainstorm. Xie Qin pressed the mute, and said seriously to the camera:

"Have you read this email yet? I'm serious, and I'm going to tell you some big truths. It's kind of long-winded. Listen to what you want to hear, and don't want to go away."

"First of all, that sentence, don't imitate me."

The last four words, one word at a time.

"You all have over-perfected me with fan filters, so come and see me for real."

"I have been an errand boy for others, I have knelt down when I was in a fight, stole money from my parents, disrespected my elders, bullied my classmates, made you girls scold and cry, I wore a pair of socks for two months, and my house was as dirty as He's a garbage dump, he has no quality, and he greets other people's parents when he opens his mouth."

"I suck, really, not what you think, there's nothing cool about me."

"I said this to break the me in your fantasy, to see my stinky real face, and stop worshiping me."

"It's easy to be a person like me, just degenerate yourself to death, but the easier it is to get, the less valuable it is, it can be any person, to put it bluntly, a rotten street waste."

"Honor your parents, pass the Qingbei exam, get rich, and donate a lot of money. It's cool to do these things, understand?"

"Please like my songs, don't like me, and don't imitate me."

For the first time, Xie Qin said so many words in one breath, his cheeks were tired and numb, he lifted the ban, disappeared into the screen without even looking at the barrage, and went to the refrigerator to get mineral water.

The mobile phone received a new text message, Jiang Yanyu said that he was going to the city center and would not be able to come back at night.

Xie Qin replied.

As soon as he lifted the ban, the bullet screen exploded, and it was so messy that he couldn't see anything clearly.

Most of them were thanking Xie Qin, praising him for his kindness and responsibility, and a small number were writing "hahaha", catching Xie Qin's phrase "I made you girls scold and cry" and laughed at him.

There were also quite a few audiences who bought presents. Xie Qin saw a big guy airborne on the gift list, and even sent [-] rockets to directly occupy the first place.

It was done when he was going to get water, and as soon as he came back, that person went offline.

Xie Qin clicked on the big guy's profile, hey, I just registered a new account today, the homepage is clean, and it turns out that rich people like to be mysterious.

"Xie Qin! Xie Qin!" The radio station shouted suddenly. Xie Qin was wearing earphones, and the voice almost sent him away.

"Why don't you read the private message notification! Listen to the instructions! Hurry up and say thank you to Bangyi, is your attitude trying to make the fans who give gifts feel cold!"

"Oh, thank you for the gift." Xie Qin said lazily.

"Do you still want to do it? You are not only ruining your own reputation, but our radio station will also be scolded."

"How can I thank you?" Xie Qin became impatient, "Shall I kowtow to him?"

The radio station sent a private message, Xie Qin opened it and almost didn't vomit: Thank you Dad, the rocket, tweet me~

"Get lost." Xie Qin's face darkened.

"What can't be said about this? Go and see those female anchors, this is the most basic thing."

"Get out of here."

"..Did you turn off the mic?"

"Closed."

Xie Qin said that he has learned to turn off the mic before swearing.

"Are you losing face or something?" The radio station urged: "If you can't do it, turn off the camera, don't show your face, and turn it on after you finish speaking."

"..."

"say something!"

"..."

"Where did you go, Xie Qin?"

"The signal is not working?"

Xie Qin got annoyed by her, so he got angry, turned the speaker to the maximum impulsively, and yelled at the screen viciously:

"I thank you, No. [-], I am so thankful to you, you motherfucker, Jiumi."

"Beautiful, Xie Qin!" The radio shouted excitedly.