After adopting paranoid gods

After Ji Tang finished posting He Zhiye's support group promotion Weibo, he was ready to go to bed.

I don't know if anyone will pay attention to this Weibo.

After waking up, the first thing Ji Tang had to do after eating breakfast was to check the Weibo of the support team.

The result was as expected from Season Sugar.

There are only a few scattered readings on Weibo, and even zero comments and likes.

Ji Tang: "..."

Maybe it's because Weibo was just posted in the early morning, and it's a new account.

Scratching his head, he can only poke at his friend group and ask for help from his friends.

He didn't mention He Zhiye's name, but said that he became a fan of an actor from the old era, established a support group, and tried to find a fan on Weibo, but he couldn't find anyone.

In the small group, there were many kinds of replies.

[Toffee is also chasing stars!What kind of little brother hooked our toffee away! 】

[Toffee, is the support group account you created a new one? 】

【Curious about what kind of actor!Handsome? ! 】

Ji Tang picked a question to the point and answered: 【Yes, the support team account I created is a new one. 】

The other party responded quickly.

[That's normal.The number of new accounts is limited, and the actor you like is also from the old era, so it is inevitable that no one will pay attention.You can try to use your account to promote directly to ensure traffic. 】

During this period of time, Ji Tang's supernatural blogger's Weibo account fans have almost doubled.Countless advertisers are vying for Ji Tang to take over the advertisement.

Ji Tang was stunned.

Directly use a large size to promote...?That is equivalent to announcing to all netizens who his idol is.

Ji Tang: "..."

His cheeks blushed inadvertently.

But in order to help He Zhiye realize his wish, he still decided to use his tuba to publicize the matter later.

He Zhiye must also really want to be remembered again.

Ji Tang returned to the bedroom, opened the small cabinet, and found that the small projector was still stubbornly guarding the stubborn corner, protecting the shirt he had snatched.

He reached out, trying to take out the small projector, and a small black air ball immediately emerged from it, making a vicious chirping sound, like a milk cat protecting food.

Ji Tang raised his hands pretending to surrender, and said with a light smile, "I'm not trying to grab your shirt, but I want to tell you something."

The little black ball disappeared, and Ji Tang was able to take out the little projector.

He put the projector on the table, then turned on the phone, ready to use a large size to post a new Weibo about the establishment of He Zhiye's support group.

@奶糖: [I recently became a fan of an actor named He Zhiye, and set up a support group for him @沉知夜抱力团!Interested netizens can follow this Weibo account. At that time, we will hold a fan tea party about Mr. He Zhiye. 】

This Weibo, which is different from Ji Tang's previous style of painting, attracted the attention of many people as soon as it was posted.

[He Zhiye?Which actor is it!Why haven't I heard of it! 】

【I feel good~ Follow me! 】

[Why can't I find He Zhiye's information on Baidu! 】

[This name sounds good!He must be handsome too! 】

Ji Tang flipped through the comments, and finally saw a Weibo post belonging to He Zhiye's fans.

[Coincidentally, my mother was his fan when she was young!I also know Mr. He Zhiye, he is very handsome, I like him too! 】

Many netizens commented on this fan reply.

【How handsome is He Zhiye?What kind of person! 】

【It turns out they are from that era!I heard that people in that era were very charming! 】

[Why can't I find his information on the Internet! 】

This strange fan answered every question seriously and helped netizens understand He Zhiye.

The news that Ji Tang had an idol was known to many people at once, and there were also many people in the entertainment industry who paid attention to Ji Tang.

Many celebrities helped repost this promotional Weibo, looking for Mr. He Zhiye's past fans together.

When Ji Tang clicked on the Weibo of He Zhiye's support group again, he found that the number of fans was zero yesterday, but now it has increased a lot.And there are quite a few people who comment on Weibo and want to go to the fan tea party.

If it continues to grow like this, there will definitely be a considerable number.

And there are also netizens who are collecting information from people who have an impression of He Zhiye, and are preparing to create a new encyclopedia entry.

Ji Tang is going to send the He Zhiye message that Lao He gave him to the person who wants to create an encyclopedia entry.

Since He Zhiye's information has been blocked.There is no encyclopedia entry, no fan base, and no support group.

——The big deal is that Ji Tang can recreate all this again.

Now that He Zhiye has become a member of Ji Tang's Ghost Asylum, Ji Tang will definitely not let him be forgotten by the world.

After Ji Tang fiddled with the phone, when she raised her head, she saw He Zhiye appearing in front of her at some time.

The stern and pale young man, wearing black cloth, stood motionless in place.

He can't see Ji Tang building a support group for him, and he can't touch Ji Tang, he can only stay by his side.

"Mr. He?"

Ji Tang couldn't wait to tell He Zhiye the good news.

He wanted to pick up the phone and show it to the other party, but thought that the other party could not see it.He could only explain with a smile: "Mr. He, I have built a support group for you."

"Backup group?" He Zhiye frowned, not knowing the words of the new era.

"It means fan club."

He Zhiye was slightly stunned, showing a little doubt: "Do I still have fans?"

He had been dead for so long, long enough for a man to grow from a boy to an old man.

No one should remember him anymore.

It is very lonely and painful for an actor to fall from the peak of attention to the bottom of darkness and loneliness.

But He Zhiye was already used to it.

Ji Tang nodded, and said something that surprised He Zhiye: "Of course, and there are quite a few."

"..."

There was a moment of astonishment on the young man's expression, an incomprehensible long-lost emotion, suddenly overflowing his chest, as if the world that had been frozen for a long time had finally welcomed the first ray of sunshine.

He has fans.

Ji Tang clutched the corner of her clothes, scratched her head, and said shyly: "I even created a fan group for you. In this way, I am also your little fan."

He thought about it, and felt that the description of "little fan" was a bit inappropriate, so he simply said straightforwardly: "Wrong, wrong, not a little fan, I am your fan!"

The kind of big fan who can control an entire fan base, even the idol himself will shake when he stomps his feet.

He Zhiye listened carefully to Xiao Fantou's words.

...Did the fans also be called by Ji Tang?

The surprises he encountered seemed to be created by teenagers.

The boy seems to have the magical power to bring back to life everything that has already died.

He was only one step away from Ji Tang, and he could smell the faint scent of milk from her.It smells good, like a toffee soaked in mellow milk for a long time.

Somehow, he really wanted to reach out and hug each other.

He wants to touch.

But this kind of touch will arouse the most primitive power belonging to the ghost, and it will affect the young man who is a living person.

Can't do that.

Can't do that.

He Zhiye bit his lip, took a few steps back, hid his hand behind his back, and pressed it so tightly that even the veins came out.

Ji Tang frowned, he seemed to see He Zhiye's small movements, as if trying to suppress something.

He wanted to touch the other person's head, but suddenly remembered that the other person didn't like being touched, so he could only put his hand down.

Why don't you like being touched physically?

Can't touch a little bit?

Ji Tang shook her head, unable to figure it out.

It may be because of some characteristic of the ghost.

Kind of a pity.

Ji Tang sighed lightly, he rubbed his temples, subconsciously trying to help He Zhiye solve this problem.

After a long time, he quietly came up with a solution that could be solved.

Ji Tang blushed, raised the corners of her lips, and said mysteriously: "Mr. He, go and lie down on the bed."

"...?" He Zhiye was a little confused: "Why?"

Ji Tang rubbed the corner of his clothes, without explaining, he just bit the bullet and said: "You just lie on the bed, I... give you a surprise."

It's not easy for He Zhiye to refuse Ji Tang's gentle words, so he can only follow suit.He groped to find Ji Tang's bed and lay down on it.

Jitang's bed is very soft, with a fragrant milky shower gel aroma.Lying on it is drowsy.

Ji Tang's cheeks became hotter and hotter. Standing by the bed, he made a somewhat strange request: "Mr. He, can you sleep?"

He Zhiye hesitated for a while, then explained: "If I want to sleep, I can fall asleep."

Just like eating, although Li Gui doesn't need to eat or sleep, he can still do these things.For example, Guoguo, who obviously doesn't need to eat or sleep, still sleeps on Jitang's bed every day, and wants to eat canned cat food after sleeping.

"Then why don't you sleep for a while?"

Ji Tang said carefully.

He was embarrassed to carry out his plan when the other party woke up.

He Zhiye: "..."

He Zhiye: "Okay."

Ji Tang sat aside and waited for a while.He saw a tall and handsome young man lying motionless on the bed, as if he was asleep.

He straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, blushed, and walked to the bed.

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He Zhiye did not fall asleep.

He just closed his eyes and kept his body still.

He wants to see what his little fans want to do.Slowly, he heard the rustling sound of cloth rubbing, and Ji Tang might have gone to bed too.

The boy's voice rang quietly in his ears.

——"Since you can't be touched physically, then I can only use another method."

Hearing this, He Zhiye's heart seemed to be beating wildly at this moment.

Immediately, He Zhiye smelled the smell of milk coming towards him.

The boy leaned over and kissed his eyes through the thick blindfold.

That can only touch your heart.