Small saccharin

In the early morning, Haunted House starts broadcasting.

But today was not as good as before. I saw the anchor Zhuang Jiuxi sitting in the kitchen, staring at the grapefruit candies on the table with a serious expression, and didn't speak for a long time.

And the netizens in the live broadcast room are posting barrages in puzzlement:

"It's unscientific, what's the problem?"

"It looks so good, why does it taste like cinders!"

"Cinder: Offended again."

Zhuang Jiuxi didn't bother to care about these sand sculpture netizens, he patted the table and stood up, and said in a deep voice: "There must be something wrong in some link, we will continue to make grapefruit candy today!"

As he spoke, he opened the refrigerator aggressively, took out the fresh grapefruit delivered by the staff early in the morning, and repeated the work of peeling and cleaning.

Although it is not tasty, his movements are obviously much more proficient, which is probably the harvest.

Then, one morning, netizens watched the dark cuisine in the live broadcast room, and finally discouraged them desperately:

"Please don't do it again. I believe you are no longer a gourmet delivery anchor. That friend of yours really wants to eat it. Can I buy you grapefruit candy now?"

"I don't accept the sky and the earth, so I just accept this pot. I have been destroyed like this and haven't been scrapped."

"I want to buy the same style!"

As expected of a mansion, it really can withstand disasters. Everyone now believes that the anchor is changing the tricks to introduce the functionality of this house.

When Zhuang Jiuxi finally found out the reason and successfully made a stack of sweet and delicious grapefruit candies, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

He was so tired that he slumped on the chair, the broken hair on his forehead was already soaked with sweat, his white jade cheeks were blushing from excessive exercise, but he still had a proud look on his face, bragging about it with grapefruit candy.

Netizens wanted to tease him and felt sorry for him, so they immediately offered rewards like water.

As soon as Zhuang Jiuxi saw the money, he immediately jumped up and down, even if he was too tired to raise his hands, he still showed a friendly and standard business smile to the camera and thanked the money owner's father.

The patron's father greeted gently: "What's for lunch?"

"Let's eat instant noodles." Zhuang Jiuxi immediately revealed his cooking skills.

"...Sure enough, for a kitchen killer, even if he lives in a mansion, he cannot avoid the fate of eating instant noodles."

"Instant noodles are so delicious!" Zhuang Jiuxi retorted righteously, took out three abalones from the refrigerator and threw them in the pot to cook.

Netizen:? ? ?Abalone instant noodles?

Who sympathized with him just now?farewell!

The lunch was delicious, but Zhuang Jiuxi ate a little absent-mindedly.

He drank the last sip of soup, couldn't help touching his tingling scalp, and muttered to himself, didn't you wash your hair yesterday, why did it hurt again?

Obviously there was no wound, but the tingling pain deepened one after another, as if a drill had drilled a hole in his head, which was unbearable.

He let out an unconscious "hiss" in pain.

Netizens are concerned about asking what happened?

"It's okay." Zhuang Jiuxi said casually, "I was wondering if I should learn a new dessert this afternoon."

Frightened netizens: ? ?farewell!

Of course, Zhuang Jiuxi was just talking, and the afternoon was quite comfortable, so he just found some things that didn't take much energy and passed them by.

As always, it will be broadcast at night.

After closing the live broadcast room, Zhuang Jiuxi just lay still on the chair in the restaurant, not because he was lazy, but because he was in so much pain that he had no strength.

The tingling of the scalp became more and more serious, and even his ears were itchy, until finally his thoughts became chaotic.

However, Zhuang Jiuxi knew that he could not ask for leave.

Originally, the live broadcast of the haunted house was a sensitive topic. If he behaved strangely, it would definitely attract bad speculation.

Fortunately, I survived.

Measured the phone screen.

He leaned back on the chair, barely lifted his eyelids, turned on his phone and glanced at it, it was a message from Gui He.

Gui He was the No.1 editor-in-chief he met after he arrived at Xingman Station, and he was also the person who looked up to him the most. Unfortunately, he resigned soon because of disagreements with the boss.

Since then, he has also been like a little cabbage in the field, and his life has become more miserable every day.

However, his connection with Gui He has never been broken.

Gui He's first sentence was: [I heard that the editor of Xingman Station has left again? 】

Zhuang Jiuxi lazily sent an emoji of squatting in a corner and crying.

【…】 Guihe was silent for a long time, and said: 【Zhuang, why don't you go to the temple to worship, this is too bad luck. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi thought to himself, who the hell has money to worship God, he is now the starting male lead under the protection of Brother Li Gui!

But thinking of this would scare his friend, so he kindly didn't tell his own experience, only said that he was earning extra money now and his life was okay.

Gui He: [That's good, by the way, I heard that Xingman Station is about to launch the "Artist" project, and I asked a colleague who used to have a good relationship to reserve a spot for you.

The position of chief writer will definitely not be won, but if your aura is online, there should still be a chance to win another position and earn some extra money. 】

"artist"?

Gui He's tone sounded very solemn, as if it was a big project.

Zhuang Jiu analyzed what he said, and then searched casually, only to find that this is a classic short satirical novel. It was published more than ten years ago, and the author was also a bloody figure back then.

In the past year, the author's other film and television works have been remakes, and Xingman Station was jealous, and quickly bought the copyright of this article, obviously with high hopes.

He originally planned to read what the original book was about and do some homework in advance, but today he was too tired and his scalp was still tingling hotly, so he couldn't calm down.

In the end, Zhuang Jiuxi threw the phone aside, then picked up a stack of grapefruit candies he had just made, and fell asleep on the chair in the dining room.

Yes, he is going to wait for Mr. Li Gui here today, and watch him taste his grapefruit candy with his own eyes.

Zhuang Jiuxi had a nightmare all night.

The next morning, when the sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he slowly opened his eyes, "Hmm..."

He struggled, trying to bury his head in his arm to avoid the light, but when he raised his hand, he felt sore and couldn't lift it at all.

The young man raised his head, his eyes were filled with mist, his chaotic brain slowed down his reaction, and it took him a while to realize that he had slept on a chair in the dining room all night, and he hadn't waited for Mr. Ghost.

Now it's not just the scalp that hurts, he feels like his whole body has been run over, especially the tailbone, he can't move.

Zhuang Jiuxi tried to stand up, but as soon as he got up, the fruit plate suddenly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, accompanied by a crisp sound, it fell into pieces all over the ground.

His brain was dizzy, and then he fell to the ground.

hiss……

Zhuang Jiuxi realized something, he raised his hand and touched his forehead, it was hot, he couldn't tell whether it was the temperature of his head or the palm of his hand.

One thing is certain...he has a fever.

This cold and fever are menacing and completely unreasonable.

"It's all right now, I really can't broadcast live." His voice sounded extremely hoarse.

I waited for Mr. Li Gui all night, but I didn't wait for the ghost at all. Instead, I fell ill. This is really a loss for my wife and a soldier.

Zhuang Jiuxi sat on the ground and was frustrated with his lost income for a long time, then picked up his mobile phone and reluctantly hung up a leave note on the platform, then struggled to get up, walked into the bedroom, and lay on the bed.

Then it was like a dead fish, motionless.

He wanted to buy medicine, but Rongshen Manor, as the top ten haunted houses in China, would never come for takeaway.

But it doesn't matter, he is a strong young man after all, he should be fine after a night of sleep.

He covered the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell into a drowsy sleep again.

This time, Zhuang Jiuxi didn't know how long he slept.

But when I opened my eyes again, it was because the familiar bell sounded in my ears, "Boom—boom—boom..."

He reluctantly opened a slit with his eyelids, and vaguely saw a tall and thin ghost walking towards this side.

Once, that was the existence he was afraid of.

But now, as soon as he saw the ghost, he immediately lifted his spirits. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he coughed suddenly.

Cough piercingly.

For fear that others will not hear.