I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

After eating dan dan noodles, clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Jiang Ye followed Song Zuan back to the room on his own, and suddenly said: "I want to watch your live broadcast."

"Don't be like this, I'll be nervous if you look at me."

Song Zu'an had a thin skin, if Jiang was also watching, he might not even be able to say a complete sentence.

After Jiang Ye's accurate interpretation, he raised a question: "Are you so afraid of me?"

"Who's afraid of you..."

Stop putting gold on your face, really, who am I, Song Zuan, afraid of in my life?

"Since you are not afraid of me, it shouldn't be a problem for me to watch your live broadcast from the side."

"(￢_￢) It's not fear, it's nervousness, understand?"

Jiang also stalked, just wanted to see how An An broadcast live.

Although I have seen it on the screen several times before, the feeling of seeing it with my own eyes is definitely different.

He continued to lobby: "I don't speak, you can completely treat me as air."

Treat him as air?

What kind of joke is this?

Song Zu'an retorted helplessly: "A person who looks like you sits next to me, how can I remain indifferent?"

Jiang also burst into joy.

An An is praising him for being handsome.

These sweet words were actually useful to Jiang, he happily left the bedroom and closed the door gently.

He didn't go home, but went to play with Song Nuannuan, and by the way, he took a look at Teacher Song's live account from his mobile phone.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other in just a few months, Teacher Song's number of fans has changed from about 200 million to more than 100 million.

"Why are you losing powder so badly?"

Jiang also didn't understand that there are people in this world who don't like An An.

Teacher Song's live broadcast was scheduled late at night.

Song Wennuan, who was tired from playing, had already fallen asleep.

Only Jiang Ye was still on the sofa downstairs waiting for him to start the broadcast.

After the broadcast...

What Ling Jiang didn't expect was that Mr. Song's live broadcast room was really filled with a peaceful academic atmosphere.

It does not have the sleazy and greedy nature of the Internet, but only a group of true scholars who are dedicated to learning.

"It's no wonder why the fans are so serious..."

Except for those who really love to learn, who would watch such a boring live broadcast.

What's more, Song Zu'an was still wearing a hood during the live broadcast, looking so silly and dumb.

If he showed his face, where would he lose fans?

But it's best not to show your face, and Jiang is also very satisfied.

He re-logged into the dusty "Sister Water Worker" account.

Change the name to "Brother Water Engineering" and click into Mr. Song's live broadcast room.

Gone is the most expensive gift.

I have to say that Jiang Ye and Song Zu'an got along very expensively.

Both cost money.

It can be said that the rich finally get married.

One minute after he delivered the gift, he received a message from Song Zuan upstairs.

[An'an]: Go to bed early, don't make trouble.

[Jiang Ye]: I also want to sleep, but you are still live.

[An An]: I still have more than half an hour here, you go to bed first.

[Jiang Ye]: Where do you sleep?

[An'an]: The door is unlocked, come in and sleep on my bed.

Jiang also immediately went upstairs full of energy.

With his energy, how could he want to sleep?

I just want to sleep with An An... Ah bah, I just want to watch An An's live broadcast for a while.

He entered the door very quickly and got under the quilt.

Holding his head with one hand, he looked at An An's side face which was being broadcast live.

That headgear is so silly...

Although Song Zu'an didn't pay special attention to Jiang Ye's movements, he seemed to be able to sense that hot gaze.

The whole person began to feel wrong, talking or stuttering one after another.

So he picked up his phone and sent a message to Jiang Ye who was in the same room.

[An An]: Hurry up to sleep, don't look at me.

[Jiang Ye]: I want to see it.

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