After the live broadcast broke the news, I became popular [entertainment circle]

Jian Cong was still a little dazed until he really saw Yu Changmu appearing outside the door.How do you say it really came, what level of consecration is he?

He looked at Yu Changmu, and Yu Changmu was also looking at him.

The person lying on the bed is wearing bear pajamas, with potato chips in his left hand and a mobile phone in his right hand. There are several layers of soft pillows on his back. The quilt on his knees is full of snacks piled up like hills, and he is surrounded by tablets playing TV dramas. among them.

Yu Changmu greeted him in neat casual attire: "I haven't changed my pajamas yet." After three or four years, it's still the same one I wore in college.

Jian Cong's forehead jumped when he looked at him, and subconsciously covered the bear's eyes on the front of his pajamas with his hands: "I just like this one, you don't mind me!"

Jian Cong is really a very lazy person. He is used to something and rarely looks for new options to change. So in the past few years, he has changed several sets of pajamas, but they all click on the same link to buy them. Not even the color has changed.

As soon as the two of them looked at each other and said these few words, the third person in the room, Ringer, had already disappeared back into his bed in an instant, only showing a pair of kind eyes outside, watching the two "flirting", feeling in his heart A series of "knocked" barrages continued to pop up.

"Why are you running into other people's rooms in the middle of the night, and you don't care what other people wear." Jian Cong looked at Yu Changmu, who had a strong smell of gunpowder when he opened his mouth, with a cautious look of "Look, you still can't wait anymore", guarded The level is raised to the highest in an instant, and I am afraid that this person will not care what he is doing.

But Yu Changmu just strode over to open the first drawer of his bedside table, and the post and pen left here last time were still there.

Jian Cong blushed when he saw the clean post. Things have been messed up recently, and he completely forgot about it.

Yu Changmu really took out those things and put them on his snacks: "I know you forgot, but you need to use them in the play. Director Li asked me to be your supervisor."

But Jian Cong unpacked bags of snacks on the quilt, and a slight movement of his legs was a catastrophe. His hands were filled with potato chips and mobile phones, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Yu Changmu was so familiar with this scene that he understood it at a glance.

With his straight waist bent down, he helped Jian Cong tidy up in an orderly manner, first took his mobile phone and handed over the toilet paper, liberated Jian Cong's hands that were soiled by potato chips, and then placed the crooked snack bags on Jian Cong's quilt onto the narrow bedside table top.

The whole set of movements was smooth, Jian Cong did almost nothing extra, just wiped his fingers clean, and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"When exactly do you want it? Are you in a hurry?" Jian Cong turned around and glanced at his and Ringer's room, "I don't have a place to write here, why don't I go to your room?"

Jian Cong counted with his fingers, and it has been more than two months since he took over the commission. The film crew never asked him to urge him once, but he really didn't move a word, and he felt really sorry.

Yu Changmu originally wanted to say that he couldn't finish writing today, and he could write tomorrow, but since Jian Cong took the initiative to go to his room, he said vaguely: "Just come to my room for these two days, nearly two thousand words , the content is a bit much."

When Jian Cong heard the two thousand, he immediately became nervous. His expression was exactly the same as that of a student who had to hand in his homework the next day but hadn't written a single word at twelve o'clock in the evening. He put on the disposable slippers in the room and rushed out: "Two thousand, why are you talking nonsense with me, hurry up!"

Ringer wanted to say that it was cold at night and asked Jian Cong to put on a coat, but Jian Cong had already hurried away and disappeared.

Only Yu Changmu was left to tell him: "I have clothes over there."

Ringer took Cupid's arrow in his heart again, and he was happy to see his CP as if he was on good terms with others: "Then brother Jian, will you come back tonight? You take our room card too? Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep and call don't wake up."

Yu Changmu had already walked to the door of the room, held the doorknob sideways for a while, helped him put it on and said, "It might be a little late, so I won't bother you, let him sleep by my side."

The door panel slammed shut, and Ringer was completely killed.

He clutched his heart and paralyzed under the quilt for 30 seconds to save himself. The first thing he did when he recovered was to passionately touch Weibo again and comment under the one he posted earlier.

[@林格: Nibbling cp is really the best! ! ! 】

【? 】

【The child is completely crazy hahahahaha】

[Which pair is knocking, why are you so happy, let me knock too, lemon.jpg]

There is no light pollution from the city, how dark the pasture is at night, Jian Cong has fully experienced it in the woods last time. Fortunately, small lights were installed on the ground on both sides of the corridor of the villa, so that he would not dare to go out at night. .

But Jian Cong didn't feel it when he was in the room. Now, as soon as he rushed out with the copybook, he was immediately blown by the noisy night wind on the open-air corridor. The chills started from his ankles, and his whole body shivered several times in the wind. Goosebumps swelled all over his body, his feet couldn't move for a while, and he hid at the entrance of the corridor as if he was dead.

Yu Changmu quickly came over from behind: "It's colder standing still."

Jian Cong couldn't figure out how Yu Changmu could act like a normal person with the same thin and thin piece.He hunched over, hugged himself tightly, closed his eyes, and took that struggling step like a strong man breaking his wrist, exposing himself to the corridor.

The howling wind filled Jian Cong's skirt in an instant, and the back of his little bear pajamas seemed to be carrying a balloon, which might take him away and float into the sky at any time.

Her hairstyle and image were all gone, Jian Cong didn't even know that the wind in the middle of the night was so strong, it seemed to be blown on the face with edges and corners, like a knife cut!

The way he staggered and struggled through the corridor reminded Yu Changmu of the little match seller for no reason.

The clothes are thin, and the sky is snowing heavily, probably so pitiful.

Yu Changmu stood side by side with him, the movement of wanting to pull him into his arms was subconscious, and Jian Cong's movement of looking at Yu Changmu for warmth like a little chicken was also subconscious.

But they coincidentally changed their minds and remembered their current relationship. The two of them were silent for a while, only the wind and silence remained.

Jian Cong's heart suddenly felt cold, and the physical cold became less difficult to bear.For the first time, he felt that the corridor was so long, and it seemed like a century had passed from one end to the other.

And once again scolded himself in his heart, he said how could he live so comfortably during this period of time, he dared not do what he should do.

However, not long after Jian Cong and Yu Changmu left the room, Ringer heard a voice call from the mobile phone.

He first looked at his mobile phone and found that it was not there, and then he remembered that Jian Cong hadn't taken it.

He dug out Jian Cong's mobile phone from the pile of quilts, and there were only two English letters "hi" written on the call reminder, but Ringer's super intuition came online suddenly, and he felt that this person was the man in Jian Cong's mouth. Friend, pick it up for him.

As a result, the voice of the man on the opposite side was unexpectedly pleasant, and Linge swore that he only climbed the wall for a second.

"Why didn't you reply to the message?"

Linge cleared his throat and tried to look imposing: "Are you looking for Brother Jian Cong? He is not in the room now, and he forgot his mobile phone."

Qi Chen paused with his fingertips as he opened and closed the cap of the pen: "Did he go out alone so late?"

It was his sentence that Linge was waiting for. After finally saving up a lot of bad water, he deliberately turned up the volume on the phone and emphasized: "Brother Jian Cong and Yu Changmu have returned to the room, and they may not come back tonight. Is there anything urgent for you to ask him?" ?”

Linge was worried that Qi Chen wouldn't understand who "Brother Yu" was, and even called Yu Changmu by his full name just to scare him.

But that "hi" didn't seem to feel his provocation at all, and just asked: "What are they doing out there?"

Linge held back his breath, and hypnotized himself in his mind to answer "do what you love", but the last words he uttered were still only: "...Brother Jian wants to write an inscription for the film team. There is no table in our room. Brother Yu There is a desk by the side, so I went back with him."

Ringe was crying in his heart almost as he spoke, he was almost mad at himself, why was he so unbelievable, he couldn't even say a lie, and he was Yu Changmu and Jian Cong's cp fan in vain!

Sure enough, Qi Chen accepted it calmly, and even thanked him before he finally hung up the phone call. He was very polite and measured.

Compared with his careful thinking about picking things up just now, Linge was a little ashamed. After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to put on his coat and take a run, and sent the phone to Jian Cong.

[Linge: Brother Yu, Brother Jian forgot to take his mobile phone, his boyfriend called him, and I will send you TT]

[Male God: Come here, we are going to broadcast live, if you have a mobile phone holder, you can bring it with you]

[Ringer:? 】

[Ringer: I don't have a brace, but I can be a brace!let me! 】

The decision to live write the marriage letter in brush calligraphy was a temporary thought of Jian Cong.

Because the handwriting he wrote in the variety show was good, he was singled out to talk about it, but many people did not believe in evil, thinking that he used a substitute, and those words were not written by him at all.

Now that there is an opportunity to catch up with homework, Jian Cong simply does nothing and broadcasts it live for them.

But a huge desk was divided into two halves, Yu Changmu was in the other half, and he was in the other half. There was no extra mobile phone holder in the room, and Yu Changmu hadn't finished his shift yet, so he didn't have time to accompany him.

Jian Cong was worrying about having no place to put his cell phone, and Ringe came with his heart full of joy.

He heard that he was able to help Jian Cong take pictures, not to mention how happy he was. Jian Cong always joked that he was the same as a bumpkin seeing a star for the first time, but he was also a star.

"That's different!" Ringe retorted solemnly every time, and even raised his mobile phone to point at Jian Cong impatiently, "Brother, are you alright? I'm going to open it!"

Jian Cong prepared paper, pen, and ink, thinking that when the live broadcast room starts live broadcast, his mobile phone will definitely be frantically bombarded with messages again, so he wants Ringer to change it: "Or use your account for live broadcast? By the way, give Your Weibo is getting more fans."

Of course Ringer is willing to do so, with bright eyes: "Is it really possible?"

Jian Cong glanced at Yu Changmu who was seriously facing the computer screen on the other end: "I still have to reply to my boyfriend's messages on my mobile phone, which is inconvenient, so I can use yours."

It was said that Yu Changmu himself hadn't responded yet, and Ringer's little face was the first to collapse. He even started the live broadcast and talked in the live broadcast room with some resentment. From time to time, he would take a shot of the back of Yu Changmu's head next to him, hinting wildly The two stayed in the same room most of the night.

So I was curious about which pair of CP netizens Ringer was licking, and then there was a live broadcast without warning.

The camera shot was taken from Jian Cong's side and behind him.

Jian Cong didn't take care of her hair carefully, and didn't put on any makeup. She appeared in the photo without makeup, and she was wearing a cute bear pajamas. The whole person looked like a freshly baked, just dug out of the bed, a small piece His face was listless, in stark contrast to the huge copybook spread out on the table in front of him.

Three points are childish, five points are helpless, and two points are Jingwei filling the sea and Yu Gong moving mountains.

Holding his mobile phone, Linge helped the protagonist in the live broadcast room, Bear's pajamas, to open the scene, and said in a small voice in a breathy voice: "Good evening, everyone—this is Jian Cong, a primary school student, and the midnight scene of a large-scale disaster to make up for homework on the eve of school—"

The barrage was amused by Ringer.

Jian Cong himself thought it was funny, and the words and ideas were interesting, but he had just finished replying to Qi Chen and asked him to watch the live broadcast on Ringer Weibo account, when Ringer followed up with the next sentence: "Then Jane Brother Yu was caught and locked up in the room—”

Jian Cong, Danmaku, Qichen: "?"

[Just shut it up?I'm not right]

[How to catch and how to close, expand and talk about it?I hope that Xiao Linzi will not be ignorant and force me to kneel down and beg you, my face is yellow.jpg]

Ringer doesn't need them to kneel down and beg, he won't tell lies, and he won't make troubles!

He continued to add in a breathy voice: "Now everyone knows who I'm drinking—"

The cap of the pen on Qi Chen's fingertips paused again.

【? 】

【? ? 】

As expected, the barrage went crazy.

But not only because of Ringer's words, but also because of Yu Changmu's flash of acquiescent chuckle outside the camera.

I don't know if it's because we haven't been able to see Yu Changmu's face for a long time, but everyone is extremely sensitive to Yu Changmu's voice, especially when laughing.

Every time is still fresh in my memory.

So among all the people, there is probably only Jian Cong who has not seen that Weibo until now.

He looked at Ringe, who was excited about something, his eyes were blank, but Ringe was already crazy, and he ignored him at all: "It's the best when rivals fall in love and kill each other! Don't talk about me and Brother Jane! It's too late to jump out of the car now. -"

Jian Cong: "...?"

【Hahahahaha Kobayashi takes the lead in dancing cult No.1】

[xswl Jian Bao: Who am I and where am I, isn't it just homework...]

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Jian Bao:?That's right, isn't it just making up homework? What are you guys doing?

The treasures in the comment area seem to have run away again, let me see how many are left, I will try to make more tomorrow