When Aquaman crossed over to the Otome game, the car overturned

It's a pity that before Zhong Jiamu could explain, Meng Gaohan struck again with his small hammer.

"Quiet," Meng Gaohan said expressionlessly, "The audience in the auditorium, please return to their seats."

He Wen looked up at Meng Gaohan, and saw that the people sitting on the stage were still acting impartially, with a hint of a smile in their dark eyes.

"I'll settle the score with you later."

With that said, He Wen let go of his hand and sat back in the auditorium.

When Xi Xingjin saw his name appearing on the video, he froze in place for a moment, feeling a little at a loss.

Yet the video continues.

Everyone can see how the painting was completed bit by bit.

And who is the protagonist of the central painting.

Zhong Jiamu painted very seriously. At that time, his hair was not very long, and the tail of it was cut straight to the corner of his mouth. The fingers holding the paintbrush were fair, and the sunlight spread on the translucent skin, showing light traces of cyan blood vessels.

His pen tip landed on the fiery red hair of the person in the painting.The fiery red hair is prepared with red roses as the base color, the purple that spreads out from the shadows is the modulated violet, and the white that gradually changes into the aircraft cockpit, wings and airflow is filled with stars as embellishments.

[That painting is actually a real person? 】

[Oh my god, I only saw it when there was a video, the person in the picture is so handsome! 】

[Offer a dollar online and ask for the contact information of that handsome red-haired guy. 】

[Add me, add me, I'll pay two yuan! 】

[I heard the voice seems to be Xi Xingjin, right?There is this little brother in today's video, in the VIP seat. 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

[I found it, this little brother is still a racing driver!The video of him racing is so cool! 】

[I found this little brother's Weibo! 】

[You are too incompetent!I want to know where this little brother's bed is, and I want to recommend a pillow mat! 】

[Stay upstairs, chicken coop warning. 】

The live broadcast is still going on, and the popularity on Weibo is constantly brewing. #画中美男吴星津# This topic, before everyone noticed it, the popularity rose sharply.

The Weibo account opened by Xi Xingjin originally had only a few thousand fans, but it didn't take long for the number of fans to exceed [-].

The coach originally helped take care of Xi Xingjin's account, but this afternoon, the weird phone kept ringing.

Turn on the screen, and you will see dense message prompts.

"You added a new fan!"

"You added a new fan!"

"You added..."

"..."

The coach felt something was wrong. He clicked on Weibo and found that in the latest Jiawen Cup video, there were originally only two or three comments, but now it has expanded to thousands.

And it's all rainbow farts, and the tricks are not repeated.

[Oh my god, I found little brother Baozang, he is really handsome and powerful! 】

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah】

[It's a star, I confirm that I saw the brightest star in the crowd! 】

【Absolutely, I can really feel the hormones coming through the screen. 】

[I saw the middle, Xing Xing looked up, and I confirmed that he was looking at me! 】

The coach showed the bewildered expression of an old man looking at his phone. Is today an auspicious day?

Because there are few people on Weibo, the Weibo app didn't turn off push notifications, which caused private messages to flood in like a wave, and some news from scouts were even mixed in.

Major entertainment companies generously sent out invitation letters, and some even called the coach's mobile phone.

All kinds of competitions will submit registration materials, and the coach guesses that someone must have found out the contact information filled in the registration form by relying on connections.It's a pity that because Xi Xingjin dislikes trouble, all he keeps is the coach's phone number.

The coach didn't understand at first, and answered the phone with a head full of question marks.

So he heard, a charming and sexy Yujie's voice, "Little Xingxing, is that you?"

Coach: "Huh?"

"I've seen your video. You're very talented, but your equipment seems to be a bit lacking. People don't want to see a handsome guy being wronged. If you can come to XX bar tonight, I'm willing to equip you with the best equipment in my life."

Coach: "Huh?"

The voice on the phone paused a little, and then said: "Xing Xing, your voice seems to be a little stronger than what I heard in the video...?"

The coach finally understood that this was the naked invitation to adopt.

He also said that the equipment was a bit poor, because he disliked his club for having no money!

The coach was instantly angry. He felt the fat all over his body was tense and burning. He said into the microphone of the mobile phone, "Sorry, not only is the voice a little stronger than what you heard, but my tonnage is also bigger than what you saw. Twice as heavy, I'm two rounds older than you see me!"

The female voice on the phone said with a trace of embarrassment, "Xing Xing, you really know how to joke."

"It's not Xi Xingjin joking with you, it's his coach, I'm fucking joking with you!"

After the last few words were almost roared by the coach, the other side finally reacted and hung up the phone quickly.

But then, another strange phone call came.

The trial was still going on, but under the evidence presented by Zhong Liu, Wen Lan obviously couldn't say anything.

His complexion was very bad, and he glanced at Nianyu incredulously, hoping that this person could do something.

However, Nianyu did nothing.

His eyes stared coldly at the projection screen, and the gentleness he had pretended in the past disappeared completely.

Wen Lan understood that if he didn't do something at this moment, Nian Yu would still be intact, and his career as a painter would be completely over.

His face was pale, and his hands were clenched into fists, but they were still trembling uncontrollably.

Meng Gaohan dropped the hammer and made a final question, "May I ask the plaintiff, do you admit that the painting "Pilot" is a plagiarism of Zhong Jiamu's unnamed painting on the graffiti wall of Noble High School in Z City?"

The events at this time could not be more clear, everyone is waiting, a few hours ago as the master who must win, now he is defeated and admits to plagiarism.

"I don't admit it!"

Wen Lan opened his mouth, and he took a breath, "My drafts were completed in high school. At that time, at that time, Zhong Jiamu beat me every day, bullied me, and even took away all my drafts. Rip off my face."

"And then I switched schools."

"I thought I would never have contact with them again, but I didn't expect that the person who copied my painting was the person who bullied me at Z High."

"How can I admit this kind of thing!"