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The author has something to say: the penultimate sentence via the guide to counting sheep, the non-original Ji Baicen’s brother is Ji Wanxuan (a love letter from the down and out)

What's the reason you don't like summer?

Netizen A: There are too many mosquitoes.

Netizen B: It's too hot.

Netizen C: I am asking the wrong person, I am a summer lover.

Netizen Tangtang: I asked the wrong person, I am a fan of Four Seasons.

Seeing the question-and-answer page on Xia Zhizhu's phone screen from behind, Ji Baicen burst out laughing, and exclaimed, "You're going to make me mad, baby!"

The summer sun in Yancheng is blazing, but the early summer is fine, and the indoor air conditioner is even cooler. Ji Baicen, a local, has been renting a house alone since he graduated from university. Home.

Xia Zhizhu, who was sitting cross-legged in a corner of the lazy sofa wearing a large T-shirt, raised his head in confusion: "I'm telling the truth."

Re-read by the way.

Anyway, no offence.

Ji Baicen, who was so cute by him, couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch his face, which felt so good: "Yes, yes, Xia Zhizhu is right."

They have known each other since childhood, Ji Bocen would not call Tang Tang his stage name only when he was in a strange mood, Xia Zhizhu slapped the boy's hand off unhappy, and the other party was not angry, and walked slowly to the side of the refrigerator, opened the freezer and probed his brain for a long time. When he came back, he handed Xia Zhizhu a box of ice cream.

At the moment of exchanging coolness and ice, the two reconciled instantly.

"So you went to the bar with your male god?"

Summer has just arrived, and Ji Bocen is wearing short-sleeved slippers, sitting on the balcony shackles like an old man, waving cattail fans and biting popsicles.

Xia Zhizhu was sitting in the room separated from him by the balcony door, holding a three-color cup and sharing the three flavors equally one by one. After reacting for a while, he raised his head and corrected him very seriously: "That's not a bar. , just an open-air dining bar."

"Why is the dining bar not a bar? You can't look down on others."

Ji Baicen turned his head and saw his stupid cat nestling next to Xia Zhizhu's legs and acting coquettishly, he couldn't help but "tsk": "Likes flock together, and cats also form groups. Xiaodai is so cute in front of me." Just sleep."

Yingduanjin gradient is a rare breed, but Xiaodai was picked up by the two of them on the side of the road. When it was sent to the hospital, the kitten almost lost one of its infected eyes. At first glance, it was a minor disaster. The owner was too lazy to treat it, and simply abandoned it when it was too late to cure it.

At that time, not long after Xia Zhizhu became popular, he received an email from Song Ci the night he brought Xiao Dai home.

Maomao is their common cat, and their personalities also combine the advantages of both of them. They are bold and curious, not afraid of strangers, very gentle, and never lose their temper or bark.

Xia Zhizhu has wanted to keep a cat for a long time, but he has just had a cat, and he will soon have no time to love it.The day before leaving Yancheng, Xia Zhizhu, who squatted on the balcony and played with Xiaodai all afternoon, took a photo of a cat basking in the sun, and tried to post it on the recording he just downloaded for the first time. .

Half an hour later, he received the first comment from dshdjhajjshd: "Looks good."

"By the way, Tangtang," Ji Baicen finished taking a few bites of the ice cream, came back and squatted in front of Xia Zhizhu with a wooden stick in his mouth, "We will broadcast live tomorrow night, do you want to practice first today?"

Ji Bocen's undergraduate degree was majoring in computer science, which is very popular nowadays, but before he graduated, he signed a contract with Jingyi TV to be the anchor of the game area of ​​the live broadcast platform. In a fit of anger, he almost went cold with the platform. Fortunately, Jingyi was acquired by Xingyan successively as a concurrent project and record, and miraculously came back to life, which also saved Ji Baicen from his father Ji Yuan's second beating.

Doing the math, whether it's Tangtang or Xia Zhizhu, Ji Baicen and Faxiao belong to the same big company.

The entertainment industry is open all year round, and the good leader of Xia Zhizhu stall was given two days off, but there is nowhere to go except the apartment allocated by the company. After Song Ci agreed, he bought a plane ticket to Yancheng, I packed my luggage and went back to Fa Xiao’s home where I hadn’t seen in half a year.Of course, there are conditions. One of them is that during Ji Baicen's live broadcast these two days, Xia Zhizhu will have to spend one day beside him to mic with him - they are all from his own family, so don't let the heat go in vain.

Before he finished eating the ice cream, Xia Zhizhu was afraid that his palm would freeze the kitten, so he kept resisting the desire to hold the little thing who kept acting like a baby in his arms. He asked Faxiao in a thoughtful way: "How to practice?"

Ji Bocen picked up the phone on the side, and skillfully unlocked it with Xia Zhizhu's face. The first page that popped up from the commonly used software "Record Fruit" was the question about Xia that he had just been randomly invited by netizens to answer. He cut it out and clicked on a The small horn button noticed by the owner seriously displays the "Are you sure you want to connect with your islander friends?" pop-up window to friends.

"I have studied your software, and this function is similar to my usual live broadcast, but there is only audio without the video, you can practice it step by step by yourself."

It has been four years since Xia Zhizhu made his official debut after the draft. Although it is rare, it is not that he has not broadcast live, but he looks like a little dumb when he looks at the camera. He only speaks every time because of Ren Shuhan's crazy cue.

The eldest princess was born in the entertainment industry, and she could pick up all kinds of stalks. Xia Zhizhu followed him, and occasionally answered a few words from Ren Shuhan, which was just right, funny and cute. The two attracted a lot of fans because of this, and later they each went solo. , those leftover live broadcast screen recordings have become swan songs, edited and accompanied by various styles of battle songs, and they are still torturing countless waves of group fans and CP fans who came late to the pit on major video sites.

Everyone said that after BOY2 disbanded, the two of them were actually very sad. The specific performance was that Ren Xia had no one to live broadcast anymore.

Xia Zhizhu doesn’t know what’s going on with the princess, but he doesn’t live broadcast himself, it’s really purely because he feels that he can’t make a name for himself in the live broadcast—some things can’t be known until they try hard, but some things are better to try None.

Xia Zhizhu learned this from Ji Baicen.

Like Fa Xiao, Ji Baicen became popular for no reason at first, it was all because of a live recording that was transferred out of the circle.

At that time, there was a hot foreign horror tour in the game circle. The scenes were matched one by one in the horror underworld. The play was close to the face and the heartbeat. There is Ji Baicen alone, if he is absent-minded when playing, he needs to apologize to the four words "heart", "no", "zai" and "yan" in "Shuowen Jiezi".

Obviously other anchors were screaming in the next door at the same time, but Ji Baicen's live broadcast room was extremely quiet. The handsome face in the small window in the lower right corner looked around every once in a while, accompanied by "Where is my cat?" "My cat may be hungry." "Is my cat thirsty?" "Won't my cat forget to breathe?" Get up every 5 minutes on average, miss all the classic horror scenes perfectly, and end up in the plot line where many anchors died countless times like a god The first one passed the customs by paddling all the way.

Ji Bocen's ID is "White Dove Messenger", which is taken from his nickname "Boge". Since the game video went out of the circle, everyone started calling him "Peace Messenger" and left a message hoping that he can broadcast more horror games , but Ji Baicen just went his own way and continued his previous best otome strategy.

——People design is necessary, but success is accidental.

——Success that cannot be replicated is best not to try a second time easily. Once it fails, human interest and love will drop to the bottom in an instant, and we, who have just struggled to get ahead, will be plunged into the sea of ​​people again.

Officially certified as a pet blogger game anchor Ji Baicen taught Xia Zhizhu this way.

It’s just a philosophy teacher, and even though he said some words that the idiot couldn’t understand, the idiot still remembered them in his heart. Every time a live broadcast business came to his door, even if Song Ci didn’t refuse him, Xia Zhizhu would firmly shake his head.

But he still can't be an ostrich all his life.

This time, both the company and Jingyi have warmed up in advance, and the heat is very high, but the one who is with him is the closest Faxiao, Xia Zhizhu thinks it might be okay to try... But he is still nervous, and he can immediately In the past few years, he and Ren Shuhan recited the barrage IDs that were quickly swiped by the side of the screen during each live broadcast with Ren Shuhan.

"Soup soup."

"Soup soup!"

Xia Zhizhu, who was holding the spoon tightly, came back to his senses, and met the gaze of the big boy squatting in front of him.The obvious worry in Ji Baicen's eyes disappeared the moment Xia Zhizhu focused his gaze. Ji's family members were all born with smiling eyes, and the corners of their mouths curled up, and their eyes immediately curled up.

"Don't worry about the live broadcast beforehand, but tell me quickly, how handsome is your male god—our big boss?"

Xia Zhizhu looks different from others.

When he was young, Ji Bocen went home and told his mother that his deskmate was like a little idiot. After being scolded by his mother for pinching his face, he ran to school with his toys and made friends with the little idiot the next day.Since then, no one, including himself, has ever called him an idiot in front of little Ruantang—all those people were beat up by Ji Baicen and his brother called by Ji Baicen.

Ji Bocen felt that his good friend was sometimes stupid and sometimes very smart, but he always seemed to be very nervous, and if he wasn't paying attention, he would turn into a mouthless little bean and hide in the corner.

Ji Baicen was very surprised that his good friend wanted to enter the entertainment circle, but later he understood——Xia Zhizhu fell in love with someone.

A fact so outrageous that no one would believe it: Xia Zhizhu joined the entertainment circle for Xi Zhao.

Although it sounds like a nympho, but indeed, the word "Xi Zhao" is like a spell, which can instantly pull Xia Zhizhu out of those unknown small worlds of different dimensions. come out.

How handsome is Xi Zhao?

How to describe this.

Xia Zhizhu, who had recovered from his nervousness, hollowed out his rhetorical stockpile, once again fell into deep thought and composed sentences for 5 minutes, and finally said frankly: "Super-super-handsome."

When he spoke, he opened his mouth wide and dragged out his tone, as if he was incompetent in rhetoric, so he could only describe it in this concrete way.

It sounds perfunctory, but Ji Baicen said "Wow" as if he was really shocked: "The last person you said was super handsome and didn't even have a dash was Bo Chi!"

Bo Chi is the only Asian male who is listed in the 100 most beautiful faces in the world every year!

"However, I think that list is somewhat biased." Ji Baicen picked up Xiao Dai, and with a smile, he attacked his good friend with a flesh pad. "You should be the most beautiful."

Xia Zhizhu's face was squeezed into a weird smile by his paw holding the cat, but he was obedient and not angry, and even rolled his eyes.

Seeing the boy whose brain froze because of his question "Do you want to try to live broadcast in advance?" started eating ice cream normally again, Ji Baicen suddenly asked: "Tangtang, I have a cousin who is six years older than me. Get your autograph for him, remember?"

Xia Zhizhu nodded, and said "hmm" again.

When he was young, Ji Baicen took him back to his own home and played with his grandfather's house several times. Xia Zhizhu remembered that there was a little brother who was always smiling in the two-story building of Ji's grandfather's house. Later, when he participated in the draft, he heard Ji Baicen say From then on, his brother almost called everyone around him to vote for him.

Ji Bocen: "My brother has temporomandibular joint disorder syndrome."

"..." Xia Zhizhu blinked.

Ji Bocen lowered his voice and began to play tricks: "Because he used to grit his teeth very tightly when he was nervous, but one day, he yawned in the cold wind and suddenly couldn't open his mouth."

Xia Zhizhu covered his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and took a small breath of cool air.

Ji Baicen held back his smile, and said seriously: "So, Tangtang, be a human being, don't always clench your teeth, or your jaw will strike."

The part that didn’t come out, Ji Baicen thought: He himself, his brother, and all the other hard candies, the reason why they like Xia Zhizhu is very simple-although our Ruan Tang looks like a dumb kid, we are actually full of vigor and vitality. Lovely, he deserves to be loved by everyone.

"So?" He persuasively.

"Brother Bai is right." Xia Zhizhu nodded seriously.

Great.

Ji Baicen breathed a sigh of relief: he helped his good friend relieve the professional pressure again (although it seems that I brought the professional pressure this time, I still hope that Tangtang can forget my previous suggestion about live broadcasting).

exactly.

Xia Zhizhu clenched his fists: Little White Pigeon is right, I'm going to broadcast live now.

The sunset is carmine, either rain or wind.

Thousands of miles away from Yancheng, Jiangcheng at this moment is being shrouded in an orange-red sunset, and the sky is full of strange colors in Moments, and even related entries are among the top ten most searched on Weibo.

However, because Xi Zhao doesn't like the sky of this color very much, and he doesn't like it to such an extent that he will suffocate when he sees it, all the French windows in his house are now tightly wrapped by curtains.The Doberman pinscher at home is like a conductor, and the indoor lights follow its running pace, rhythmically lighting up behind the dog's graceful body.

Yu Jianyi came to the boss’s house for a rare visit during the holidays. Seeing Xi Zhao standing aside as if nothing had happened while following the pet’s running path from the corner of his eye and skillfully controlling the light remote control behind him to tease the dog, Xiao Yu couldn’t help laughing. .

It's no good, seeing him again will laugh out loud and be pushed from the balcony by Xi Zhao.

Yu Jian coughed lightly, and moved his fist to his lips to divert his gaze.

Xi Zhaojia’s living room is very large, and one wall is a complete custom-made glass cabinet, which contains souvenirs that Mr. Xi bought from all over the world.

When Mr. Xiao Yu's eyes fell on the partition with the mask of a fox fairy on the same floor as Xi Zhao's height, the man reincarnated as a fox was suddenly in a good mood. He stepped on his slippers and tapped twice on the ground. Listen carefully. He could still be heard humming Schubert's Symphony No. [-] in B minor.

The mobile phone placed on the table rang a short and pleasant notification tone that had never been heard before, and at the same time interrupted the leisure activities of the two after dinner.

Yu Jianyi fell down on the boss's sofa and began to reply messages. Xi Zhao walked to the table and looked at the message "The islander Tangtang you follow is holding a dance party, do you want to join?" on the screen of the phone, as if he didn't understand , watched in silence for a long, long time.

After the screen went dark for four times and was turned on again by him four times, Xi Cinderella Zhao's fingertips finally pressed the prompt pop-up window from the recording under the urging of the fairy godmother, officially choosing to join the "Tang Tang's Ball" ".

Tangtang is singing.

a cappella.

This time it's a Chinese song, the lyrics are weird and sweet.

/ant lying on the beach

/ had a dream

/dream of a herd of elephants

/They say you have to take some time to catch up

/The most beloved girl (IcePaper "The Tower of Ivory")

The Doberman pinscher playing wildly at home slowly stopped in the boy's singing, and a moment later, Lily named Simba obediently fell on the ground.

Xi Zhao raised his eyelids. This was the first time he heard Tangtang's voice in an environment without sound effects, but the timbre was almost exactly the same as he had imagined.

Maybe it shouldn't be described like this, but Xi Zhao thought to himself, this voice sounds a little small, as small as the little snowman he made from the snow under the eaves when he was a child, and it seemed to melt after covering it for a while.

But in the ears of Mr. Xi Zhao, the world's most picky music critic, this is a tone that can be classified as "very pleasing".

And it sounds like there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Inexplicable, familiar, these two words should not appear in his dictionary, especially when they appear side by side, Mr. Xi, who has a strong sense of urgency, immediately plans to mention this to Zhao Chuhe tomorrow.

Yu Jianyi, who was nestled on the sofa at his home after playing a game, finally heard what Xi Zhao was doing. He took off his bluetooth headset, raised his body from the cushions piled up behind him, and said with great interest: " Eh? Xia Zhizhu broadcast live in advance?"

"..." Xi Zhao blinked: "What?"

Yu Jianyi raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you watching his live broadcast?"

Xi Zhao's tone became weird: "Why am I watching his live broadcast?"

Shocked by this person's sophistry, Yu Jianyi jumped up from the sofa, walked over a few steps and poked his head in front of the screen of the mobile phone that Xi Zhao hadn't had time to cover up, and looked at the live broadcast page of the recorded fruit. Suddenly, he became enlightened. Thoroughly: "Damn it! Your netizen is Xia Zhizhu!"

The Xi family's family education is very strict. Compared with the illegitimate son Xi Yue who just took home, the life of the eldest son Xi Zhao in the first 18 years can basically be described as "dull" and "clear monk".

When he was studying, his mobile phone basically had no social functions, because all messages would be checked by his mother in advance.

For Xi Zhao, "netizen" was once abandoned by parents just like freedom, very, very rare, and one of the thousands of things that cannot be owned by oneself.

Xi Zhao closed the microphone, but Yu Jianyi seemed to be completely unaware of the boss's shock, and asked with great interest: "Have you never heard him sing? It's very characteristic. When I participated in the draft, I also gave Our little star has voted."

Xi Zhao was completely silent.

"By the way," Yu Jianyi tilted his head in the direction of the window indifferently, "I almost forgot, didn't you keep asking me to find that kid you met in Osaka five years ago?"

The only clue is the mask he got at the temple fair.

"I finally found it yesterday."

Under Xi Zhao's silent gaze, Yu Jianyi narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly: "Congratulations, you also found it."

/The sky here is bluer, the lake water is clearer, and the people are more pure

/ Only the weather is unpredictable

/don't wake me up wake me up please go around

/I have my dreamland my scenery welcome

"Welcome everyone... although there seems to be only one of us."

At the end of the light wave connection, a gentle male voice read out the ID of the only listener in the live broadcast room one by one: "dshdjhajjshd, hello."

Passers-by are bustling, and those who love you are in the clouds.

good night everybody.