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

It took Jian Cong a long time to make up the lessons he missed and figure out what happened.

But maybe because he doesn't drink CP himself, he didn't have any idea about Ringer's excitement, he just yawned under the camera and picked up the brush: "Other people who use CP will talk behind their backs, and you dance in front of the master. "

Linge subconsciously replied truthfully: "That's because Brother Jian, you dote on me, and you don't blame me for anything."

Linge didn't feel that he said anything wrong at the time, and Jian Cong never blamed him!

But Zhang Sinan, who heard the news and rushed to watch the live broadcast, was in a bad mood. He received a notice from his manager in the middle of the night and temporarily got up from his wife's kang.

After the last time, he was now under the stress reaction of the Internet public opinion. Every time he heard Jian Cong's live broadcast, he immediately clicked on it.

And not only to watch it by myself, but also to check with the PR company to confirm that someone on their side is also watching it together, so I am afraid that something will go wrong so I can solve it as soon as possible.

Then, as soon as he sat in the living room and took out the cigarette case and lighter, he was surprised by the speech of the most well-behaved artist in his company. In the middle of the night, the lighter almost burned from the cigarette butt to his mouth.

[Xiao Linzi is really promising! ! ! 】

[Lin Jian and Yu Jian are both in ecstasy! 】

【Why we Jian Bao are ranked behind on both sides hahahaha】

[That is to say, if you get along with Yu Changmu, you get it, and if you get along with Xiao Linzi? xswl]

[It must be shou, why not, isn't it nice to be scolded by Ride?]

[Curse while doing it, until the end I really don't do it, I must be blushing and scolding louder, doge]

[May I ask why the previous teachers quit the literary world back then? 】

[Jian Bao already dotes on Xiao Linzi so much, so it's not surprising that he dotes on Xiao Linzi again, doge]

In the picture, Jian Congming is already preparing to pick up the brush and write seriously, but Zhang Sinan can't even see a single hair on the brush, and the sky is covered with barrage.

Seeing that Zhang Sinan's remarks were getting more and more outrageous, and his head was getting bigger, he made Linge stick to Jian Cong more, because he wanted Jian Cong to be influenced by Linge's well-behaved, but it turned out to be the other way around.

Ringer was also excited to live broadcast to Jian Cong: "They said that my cp and your cp, you are the bottom brother Jian!"

Jian Cong let out an amused "ha", and the tip of the brush fell on the red post, quite generously: "How do you say that, cp fans are so cute? You can form a like-minded group with them."

Then the world is clean, because...

[Is Jian Bao's calligraphy real?It's so pretty! ! ! 】

Facing the model essay given by Li Haibo, the sleepy young man wrote on the paper beyond everyone's expectations.

Before, everyone had only seen his hard-tipped calligraphy in variety shows, and thought that the brush would be more flamboyant, but it turned out to be standard lowercase.

Obviously just a few waved arms, but the font is exactly the same as the printed one, with both rigidity and softness, fat and thin, and well-proportioned flesh and bones.

There are generally several aesthetic standards in lower case, calm and simple, simple and natural, rigorous in law, vigorous and strong.

In the barrage, someone said that Jian Cong's lower case is the closest to Wang Xizhi, which is not as strong and masculine as the zodiac Zhou, nor is it like Zhao Mengfu's elegant and swaying, feminine and unrestrained. What he pursues is more of a harmonious beauty, moderate but not mediocre.

Highly elegant, pure and beautiful, calm and welcoming.

【The contrast with his cursive writing is so big】

[I feel that Jian Bao is a real hammer from a famous young man]

[I'm also practicing lower script. I don't have seven or eight years of writing skills to write like this. Of course, if Jian Cong is talented, then take it for granted that I didn't say it.]

[Hard brush calligraphy is purely his self-created Jianghu style. It can only be said that the writing looks better than ordinary people, but now this brush calligraphy is really full of inner flavor]

[I haven't practiced words and can't understand, but I was shocked, it's really beautiful]

[Let's just say that, to the extent that you can go out and earn a lot of money, the price is calculated according to the size]

On the other side of the ocean, Grandpa Jian Cong wore presbyopic glasses, watching these bullet screens like catching a bug, and praised his grandson.

[Grandpa: Netizens are quite knowledgeable, laughing heartily.jpg]

What Jian Cong saw along with it was the news of Jian Weimin.

[Jian Weimin: They said they were going to give you a bigger room!Write a word now and get it in Yu Changmu's room, angry.jpg]

Jian Cong kept writing, curled the corners of his mouth and ignored his father, and said to the camera: "My grandfather praised you for knowing the goods."

【Looks like grandpa can also do calligraphy, doge】

Jian Cong teased himself: "I learned calligraphy from my grandfather. I only started learning calligraphy in high school. He is very good. I can't even catch my calligraphy with him. I can only fool you who don't know how to do it."

The speed of his calligraphy is not as fast as that of hard-tipped ones, stroke by stroke, neither fast nor slow, and wearing a bear pajamas can't hide the calm and noble air of raising his hands and waving his arms, which is pleasing to the eye and smooth.

[Obsessive-compulsive disorder expresses great satisfaction]

[I can watch Jian Bao write for a whole day, so comfortable and comfortable]

[This word is still not up to par, how handsome is grandpa]

[Excuse me, has Director Li Haibo asked someone to write [-] words and paid for it @李海波]

[I used to suspect that Jian Cong's words were a double hype. It seems that I was naive and underestimated people. I came out and stood at attention and was beaten and knelt down.jpg]

[Tongzigong really shed tears, Jian Bao's level actually started practicing in high school]

[I feel that Grandpa’s calligraphy can only be top, and immediately start Baidu Xiaokai Pyramid who are the big guys now]

[It is now known that Jian Bao has a cousin who is a professional, and a grandfather who is superb in calligraphy]

[Just ask if you don’t understand, do you only practice one type of calligraphy in general? 】

Linge conveyed everyone's questions to Jian Cong.

Jian Cong just finished writing the last two words in that column, and poked his head with the pen holder backwards to scratch his head: "It's not a religious belief, and no one stipulates that you can only practice one kind, so write whatever you like."

Writing is really exhausting work, especially Jian Cong has to pay attention not to make mistakes.

The nearly [-]-word post has to be started again if one is wrong, so he looks casual, but in fact he is highly focused. Right now, after a few lines of words in the post, Jian Cong has already begun to feel sleepy, not the same as before The spirit of eating snacks and watching Korean dramas.

[Then what else can you do? 】

Jian Cong lazily pulled the corner of his mouth: "I can do whatever my grandfather knows."

The bullet screen was indeed on the hook.

[What does your grandfather know? 】

Jian Cong put his shoulders on his shoulders, closed his eyes and smiled: "I didn't want to, but you insisted on chasing me and asking, my grandfather knows everything."

The translation means that he knows everything.

The bullet screens began to read "Damn, he pretended to be there again", Linge asked Jian Cong very understandingly: "Can you show me how to write two others?"

Jian Cong scratched his head, and began to search around with his eyes that were clouded by yawning.

Everyone in the live broadcast room only heard Yu Changmu say out of the camera again: "The stack of papers next to you can be used."

Jian Cong yawned again: "...Oh."

Then he randomly picked up an A4 paper that he didn't know if it was an abandoned contract page, or some company document, and turned it over: "Come on."

Ringer didn't react the first time he heard these two words, it was the bullet screen reminding him that he woke up.

[Jian Bao asked you to write the name of the dish! 】

But Linger didn't know any calligraphy fonts, so he told him that his mind was blank. Before he started reading according to the barrage, Jian Cong couldn't wait: "Forget it, I will write along the lines myself."

Then Jian Cong read one and wrote one according to the draft paper: "Traditional Chinese calligraphy has five categories, namely seal script, official script, line script, regular script, and cursive script.

Jian Cong has messy and unmanaged hair, and the five elements are clean and refreshing. "Jian Cong is a genius" brushstrokes like flying, and each font is in place, and people can tell the difference at a glance.

After Jian Cong finished writing the five major categories, he began to write subdivisions one by one, continuing after each major category like drawing a tree diagram: "What else do you want to see? There are big seal script and small seal script in seal script, Wei Bei and Tang Kai script in regular script, and chapter cursive script in cursive script. , Jincao, Kuangcao..."

Linger and the barrage were directly amazed by Jian Cong's highly systematic writing on the blackboard.

【Give the big brother tea to my mother】

[Jian Bao once again reminded me of his A degree, handsome!arrive!burst!fry! 】

【This is someone else's child, right? I understand it】

Looking at the rainbow farts on the screen, Grandpa felt comfortable, Jian Weimin felt comfortable, and Zhang Sinan felt comfortable too. Only Jian Cong himself was ignorant, and kept pressing the A4 paper to open branches and leaves.

After writing the common fonts, write some uncommon ones.

Just waiting for the piece of paper to be filled with countless "Jian Cong", Jian Cong moved his pen tip, and his straight waist immediately collapsed, returning to the sluggishness before he started writing, and sighed lazily at the blackboard writing: "... tired."

["Tired", why do I feel that I have been pretended for these two words! 】

【I want to give Jian Bao some after-the-fact cigarettes, doge】

[It's really too showy, Jian Bao's pit is really getting deeper the more he waits 555]

[Rub Jian Bao's little hands, hurry up and do your summer homework, school starts tomorrow, doge]

[Passers-by finally decided to buy a house today and live in Jianbao after careful consideration of the road]

[Director Li turned on his phone and saw Jian Cong's live broadcast: What are you doing in the middle of the night wasting time!Good job writing a post! 】

[I really want this piece of paper]

Linge's eyes lit up when he saw the last piece of paper, and he immediately took advantage of the geographical advantage and said excitedly: "Brother Jian, can you give me this piece of paper!"

Jian Cong thought it didn't matter, but a hand suddenly came in from outside the camera, and took the paper away: "Confidential documents, don't pass them on."

Translated, this piece of paper can only belong to Yu Changmu.

Ringer, Barrage: "?"

Ringer, barrage: "You did it on purpose from the beginning!"

Linger's angry male god didn't recognize him anymore, he turned the camera directly to look at Yu Changmu, but Yu Changmu had already sat back in his office, and he didn't even use the back of his head to face him, and didn't refute at all.

Jian Cong has not recovered from the collapse of writing on the blackboard just now, and has no time to take care of their fights. He is full of marriage letters that he can't finish writing in the foreseeable future, and starts to do his homework honestly again.

But then it was too late, and Ringer couldn't stand holding up his mobile phone to Jian Cong all the time.

He was about to say in the barrage of reluctance that today will be the end of the broadcast, when the door of the room was knocked by a staff member who did not know which crew, saying that he had a lot of mobile phone holders over there, so that Jian Cong could continue the broadcast with his mobile phone.

Only then did a few people know that Xiao Huzi and Li Haibo had collected mobile phone holders from the large group of the crew since just after twelve o'clock, and after asking around, they finally found one for them.

Linge was better than obedient, he helped Jian Cong adjust the angle and handed over the phone to him with peace of mind, and went back to his room to sleep, without any intention of keeping the phone in mind.

Jian Cong's mobile phone is still receiving and replying messages frequently, and Qi Chen is chatting with him every now and then.

[Qi Chen: You have to shoot tomorrow, do you have to finish writing tonight? 】

[Jian Cong: I have procrastinated for too long. In fact, I can continue tomorrow, but tomorrow I have to readjust my status. It is very annoying. I will write it now, and I will cry. jpg]

Now the time is pointing to one o'clock in the morning, and Jian Cong's speed is the fastest, and he has only written [-], and there are [-] left.

After Jian Cong replied to the message, he lay down on the table facing the camera, holding a pen and poking his mouth, just like everyone who was unwilling to do their homework when they were young, almost half-closed their eyes to write.

The barrage was afraid that he would accidentally make a mistake, and then the seven hundred that he managed to get together would be gone.

At about 01:30, Yu Changmu sat in his seat and glanced to his right. When he found Jian Cong, he quickly covered his eyes with a toothpick: "Go to my bed and sleep, come and write early tomorrow night."

Jian Cong was quite stubborn: "I don't, I'm done with it today, and I'm liberated today."

Yu Changmu had seen this mentality of "doing it all at once" several times when he lived in the same dormitory with him, and knew that persuasion would not work, so he simply gave up: "Then you are sleepy and go to sleep by yourself."

Jane Cong said: "Oh."

Since Ringer was gone, the barrage has been entertaining itself, and they have been chatting with each other for a long time.

【It's already this time, Yu Changmu is still not asleep】

[Before I looked at it, I felt like I was working overtime]

[I suddenly don't envy rich people anymore, I work overtime every day to make it so late]

【Hey, these two people are actually really sweet】

[Just now when Yu Gou asked Jian Bao to sleep on his bed, I was so sweet that I cried]

【Jian Bao is really working hard, Director Li has to pay more, angry.jpg】

In City A, it was about 01:30 in the morning when Qichen arrived home from the company. He packed himself up, washed up and was ready to go to bed at about a quarter past two.

During this period, he took time to watch the mobile phone broadcasting the live broadcast from time to time, and Jian Cong still held his breath in his throat, lying on the table non-stop.

But when he looked at it again after changing his pajamas and going to bed, Jian Cong didn't know when he tilted his head and fell asleep completely on his arm, with the tip of the writing brush pointing up and pinching it in his hand.

The barrage is in a hurry.

【Help, I really want to follow the network cable and pass through the screen to help Jian Bao remove that writing brush! 】

【I also! !What should I do if I slipped out of my hand and rolled onto the paper]

【Mother's heart is broken, look at making up homework for the child】

[Although, Jian Bao looks so cute when he sleeps, woohoo, something is wrong with me]

[Jian Baoke, don't drool, it's a trivial matter to be seen by everyone, but a major matter to rewrite the post if it gets dirty]

[Where is Yu Dog!Stop working overtime!Come and help Jian Bao take the pen away! 】

[If the staff is still awake, go to Yu Changmu's room and knock on the door! 】

Qi Chen looked at Jian Cong's peaceful sleeping face, and actually hesitated for a second. As the biggest competitor, he had Yu Changmu's WeChat on his list.

But before he could make up his mind, there were two very light chair dragging sounds outside the live broadcast camera - Yu Changmu noticed it himself.

Yu Changmu didn't know how long Jian Cong slept in that position, he only knew that when he finally settled the matter at hand, Jian Cong had already slept like a piglet on his desk, the kind that couldn't be woken up easily.

But the live broadcast was still going on, so everyone first saw a pair of well-articulated, porcelain-pale hands protruding from the camera again, and then Yu Changmu's lower body almost stuck to the height of his waist.

The man helped Jian Cong take down the pen and put it on the pen holder, put the ink cap back on, removed the paperweight and inkstone, and put it away on the table lightly. Take it out from the bottom and spread it to a farther place to dry.

How to move Jian Cong from the chair to the bed next!

Just when the barrage thought they were about to see the most exciting princess hug, Yu Changmu leaned over Jian Cong's head and said, "Jian Cong, get up and go to bed."

The voice of the man after staying up all night was particularly deep, but at this moment it was restrained very lightly, softly and slowly, with every detail, bit by bit, it penetrated into the hearts of every audience watching the live broadcast room.

Qi Chen raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Yu Changmu to be such a "gentleman", and the barrage had already begun to hate iron for steel.

[What a great opportunity, I don't even know how to grasp it! 】

[I'm convinced, don't call me Yu Changmu anymore, follow Liu Xiahui's surname and call him Liu Changmu]

[Yu Gou is worthy of being Yu Gou, this man has a heart of stone, he actually has the heart to wake up someone who is sleeping so soundly]

But Jian Cong's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations.

The memory of the brain is always inferior to the memory of the body.

As soon as Jian Cong heard Yu Changmu calling him up in his sleep, he subconsciously thought that it was still the time when he was catching ddl at the end of the university, so he stretched out his hand to Yu Changmu in a daze, with a sticky voice: "...you carry me. "

Barrage, Qi Chen: "?"

Yu Changmu smiled.

While catching Jian Cong's arm, he said "good night" to the camera, and then the live broadcast room was closed without mercy, and the two were no longer seen.

At that moment, all the people in the live broadcast room who were holding their mobile phones with a black screen were dumbfounded for a few seconds, and then there was a series of question marks.

【...There seems to be something wrong】

【Of course not! ! ! ! ! ! 】

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