Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

Wu Queque shook her head, "What's the matter?"

"Ji Cha was hacked, and things got quite big."

Fu Xing knew that Wu Queque and Ji Cha had a good relationship, and he watched the last live broadcast together.

Ji Chacha was hacked?

Wu Queque opened Weibo, searched for keywords, and saw overwhelming relevant reports.

Before I looked carefully, footsteps came from the corridor, followed by Ji Cha's gentle voice.

"came back?"

Wu Queque looked up, and saw that Ji Cha was standing a meter away from him, with a smile on his face, and seemed to be in a good mood, as if he didn't know anything about the internet yet.

Wu Queque nodded, "I just came back."

"Ah."

Ji Cha nodded, "I plan to go downstairs—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw two people around him staring at him intently.

Ji Cha paused, "What's the matter?"

Wu Queque was still thinking about what to tell him, when Ji Cha suddenly realized and asked, "Is it because of something on the Internet?"

"you know?"

Wu Queque was surprised, and even Fu Xing was also a little surprised.

Ji Cha nodded with a casual attitude.

"If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it. Don't take those things on the Internet too seriously."

Seeing that Wu Queque was still frowning, Ji Cha patted him on the shoulder again and said with a smile, "Don't worry about it."

Great.

Wu Queque nodded and put away the phone.

Just about to say goodbye to the two of them and go back to the dormitory, Ji Cha asked doubtfully, "What kind of spices do you use? It smells good."

"No--"

Wu Queque was about to deny that she didn't use spices, but suddenly remembered that she had slept on Lu Xinghan's bed today.

Lu Xinghan's pillow was smoked with sleep aid spices.

"Um……"

"that……"

Seeing his vague words, Ji Cha was suddenly blessed and stopped asking.

"Go back and rest."

Ji Cha waved his hand, "It's nothing serious."

As soon as Ji Cha's voice fell, Fu Xing, who was looking at his mobile phone, said quietly: "It's on the hot search."

Although it is the tail of the hot search, the attention of the matter has greatly increased.

Wu Queque clicked on the entry, flipped through it, and figured out the whole story.

It had something to do with him too.

On the day he and Ji Cha co-hosted the live broadcast, Ji Cha cooked a dish that was called "Deng Peak".

Yesterday, Ai Xiaochu, another anchor in the food area, posted on Weibo, saying that he imitated and plagiarized without consent.

Plagiarism is a serious thing in this day and age.

If the matter is true, the plagiarized person will be investigated, and the plagiarized person needs to be held legally responsible.

Among all the plagiarism, the plagiarism of dishes has attracted much attention.

Because of the relevant legal protection passed in March this year.

Wu Queque turned to Ai Xiaochu's Weibo, and the other party identified Ji Cha's plagiarism at nine o'clock last night, and released the video he posted half a year ago as proof.

The dishes made in the video are indeed [-]% similar to Ji Cha's cooking.

The last Weibo updated by Ai Xiaochu was 10 minutes ago.

Ai Xiaochu: I don't want to pursue too much, I just want an apology. @season tea

The first hot comment: Plagiarism dogs do not deserve to be treated so tenderly, the chef will sue him!

And so are the comments that follow.

"He copied mine."

Ji Cha watched him finish the video and took the initiative to explain.

Wu Queque nodded and laughed. "I trust you."

Having been with Ji Chacha for so long, he believed in Ji Chacha's character.

Fu Xing was chased and scolded by black fans before, and now he was looking at the bad comments on the screen, probably thinking about the previous incident, he frowned irritably: "Then put the evidence and slap your face back."

Ji Cha paused for a while before saying, "Evidence...can't be obtained."

He lowered his eyes to look at Wu Queque, and then looked away, turning a blind eye to Fu Xing's suspicious eyes.

Wu Queque clutched the phone and pondered for a moment, giving him some advice.

"Is there any other way to prove it?"

"Or do you have an earlier video or photo of him?"

Ji Cha shook his head, a little depressed.

When he left, he left everything behind.The previous mobile phone was also smashed, and there were no photos at all.

None.

Wu Queque was also troubled.

"Why do you trust me?"

In the quiet corridor, Ji Cha asked coldly.

Wu Queque was puzzled, and asked him instead: "Why don't you believe me?"

Ji Cha was stunned, and it took a while before he smiled.

"Don't worry, I have a solution, but it may take some time."

he said softly.

He wants to contact some friends whom he hasn't contacted for a long time.

Wu Queque keenly sensed something from his sudden change of attitude, so she nodded and put away her phone.

"Then I'll go back first."

Before Fu Xing understood what the two of them were talking about, he heard Wu Queque say that he was going to leave, and immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"Well, do you have time at noon?"

"I want to treat you to dinner."

These days I have been eating with Lu Xinghan at noon, Wu Queque thought for a few seconds, then shook her head and rejected him.

"Next time."

Fu Xing was lost for a moment, but soon cheered up again.

"The theme of this live broadcast is games. If you don't know anything, you can ask me."

Wu Queque seemed to think of something, her eyes lit up.

"Then we can live broadcast together at that time."

Fu Xing paused, squeezed and let go of the hand hanging by his side.

"it is good."

"It's a deal," he added.

Ji Cha, who was flipping through the address book, heard the voice, glanced at Fu Xing, and said nothing.

Fu Xing looked at him, his heart skipped a beat, and he said in a little panic, "Then I'll go back first."

After the three separated, Wu Queque changed her clothes and went to Wu Yue's office first.

Now that we have made an agreement with Fu Xing, we need to carefully negotiate the live broadcast time and content.

At ten o'clock, Lu Xinghan came out of the conference room and returned to the office.

The office remains exactly as he left it.

The text message on the mobile phone was two hours ago, and Wu Queque said that he would come later that one.

Lu Xinghan's finger rested on the text message box, and it took a while before he sent a message.

Lu Xinghan: Where are you?

Waited for a few minutes with no reply.

After thinking for a few seconds, Lu Xinghan opened his Weibo.

Weibo was clean, the most recent one was a reminder from Ji Cha's live broadcast a few days ago.

Lu Xinghan clicked on the comment section, keenly looking for some clues from a lot of comments.

Friends quarter tea about small tits.

The matter has been fermenting since last night. When Lu Xinghan watched it, even Wu Queque was implicated.

Because he was broadcasting live with Ji Cha.

Because he and Ji Cha are friends.

And Wu Queque stayed in the office at the moment because of arguing with Wu Yue about Ji Cha.

Ji Cha didn't respond all the time, so the troublemaker started to take the rhythm and asked Wu Queque what he thought of his friend's plagiarism, hoping to find some clues from the side.

Perhaps trying to kill two birds with one stone.

Wu Queque wanted to post on Weibo to support Ji Cha, but was stopped by Wu Yue.

"It's not that I don't believe you, or that I don't believe him."

"But what if things don't work out?"

Wu Yue pressed Wu Queque's phone, trying to convince him.

In the entertainment industry, it's not clear whether it's true or not. When Ji Cha releases the evidence, perhaps in the eyes of the public, the two of them have already been convicted.

Wu Queque looked at her with stubbornness in her eyes.

In the end, Wu Yue still didn't get past him.

After Wu Queque finished posting on Weibo, when she saw Lu Xinghan's news, she immediately said goodbye to Wu Yue and ran upstairs.

"I am coming."

Lu Xinghan nodded, and asked him after a few seconds: "What happened today?"

Wu Queque immediately told him about Ji Cha, and finally mentioned Fu Xing, who was not very present throughout the whole process.

"You want to have dinner with him? Do you want to live broadcast together?"