Ji Xingchen couldn't help laughing because of the irritable brother's online kneeling in the barrage.
Seeing the audience's full screen hahaha, he and Jiang Mu briefly chatted, and then urged the other party to hang up the phone quickly.
Jiang Mu performed very well tonight. He heard his teammates and boss on the other end of the phone calling him to eat hot pot for a celebration banquet.
Ji Xingchen sat back on his live broadcast position again, and found that the popularity of his live broadcast room had exceeded one million at some point.
He also joked with Jiang Mu in the morning to brag about his millions of popular anchors, but he never thought it would be realized so quickly.
Although only temporarily.
Ji Xingchen saw it, and the fans who had been staring at the popularity of the live broadcast room naturally found it, and took screenshots one after another.
[Sisters, I have taken a screenshot to commemorate Xingxingzi's first million hits]
[Commemorate the first time of Xingxingzi]
[Xingxingzi's beautiful first time~Kacha]
[The anchor's first time? ?]
[Hey, who did you meet for the first time...]
[Brother Ye Wang wow!]
[dirty dirty dirty dirty]
"What are you talking about, I can't understand it at all when I'm young." Ji Xingchen opened the microphone and interrupted the start signal in the live broadcast room, "It's rare to have a million hits, or I'll add another one tonight. Hour, let's play qualifying, after all, it will be played back to its original shape tomorrow."
After finishing speaking, Ji Xingchen cut the live broadcast screen to his mobile phone and started to log in to his account.
It is now 9:30 in the evening. According to past habits, Ji Xingchen should be off the air around 10:00.
But tonight is a special situation. The popularity of the live broadcast room is so high that it would be a waste of time to live broadcast at this opportunity, so he temporarily decided to broadcast another hour.
When the old viewers in the live broadcast room heard that Ji Xingchen was going to play in the rankings, they immediately understood that he was going to use the middle road show again.
[gkdgkd (to hurry up)! ! I waited all night just to see you pretending to be a girl and flirting with your little brother! !]
[Sisters prepare tissues, Neptune's exciting part of teasing is coming again!]
Ji Xingchen smiled, "What is the Sea King not the Sea King, I am clearly making friends with the little brothers."
Before Ji Xingchen finished speaking, a cool golden special effect appeared in the live broadcast room.
Then the system reminded everyone that [Night Wind Picking the Stars] entered the live broadcast room.
[Ah, Boss Wanfeng is here! ! ! !]
[Line up for Brother Ye Wang! ! !]
As the super boss of Ji Xingchen's live broadcast room, fans all recognize this id.
"Hello, Brother Feng~" Seeing that Boss Wanfeng was watching the live broadcast, Ji Xingchen's tone suddenly increased a little, and he brought a bit of joy unconsciously, "Brother Feng, I'll play qualifying right now, do you want to double row together? ?"
The other party didn't seem to hear it, but he replied with two other words.
[House Management] [Night Wind Picks the Stars]: Flirting
Ji Xingchen: ? ? ?
After the boss Wanfeng came to the live broadcast room, the first two words sent out with a question mark directly choked Ji Xingchen.
When the **** boss came, he saw something that shouldn't be seen!
Most of the viewers in the live broadcast room are the love between Ji Xingchen and the boss Wanfeng, oh no, the witness of friendship, seeing the boss questioning Ji Xingchen's teasing questions, they gloat over the misfortune.
[Hahahahahaha the boss is jealous online]
[Question from the depths of the boss's soul hahahaha]
[The boss is still there, Xingxingzi is still thinking about flirting with Han, really big courage]
[Watching Xingxingzi roll over]
"What flirting? They're talking nonsense." Ji Xingchen quickly explained, "I only play with the boss tonight!"
[Tonight only play with the boss ♂]
[Play of the boss and the little anchor~ I understand!]
[Ah~]
[suddenly indescribable]
[Housing Manager] [Night Wind Picks the Stars]: I'm at work
[House Management] [Night Wind Picks the Stars]: Come in and have a look
[Housing Manager] [Night Wind Picks the Stars]: Don't worry about me, just follow your plan
Among the coaxing audiences, Wan Feng's solemn explanation can be described as a breath of fresh air.
"Aren't we going to qualify together tonight..." Ji Xingchen's tone was a little lost.
"Then let's double-queue next time." After he finished speaking, he picked up the mobile phone that was already on the game and started to qualify.
Ji Xingchen didn't look at the interface when he took the phone, accidentally slid his hand, and the phone was cut to the background split screen.
Later, everyone in the live broadcast room, including Ranfeng, saw that in the gallery on the left side of Ji Xingchen's split screen, there was a high-definition beautiful picture of the big star Ranfeng! ! ! !
Ji Xingchen reacted almost immediately, and he quickly switched the interface back to the game to cover up the facts.
But it was too late.
[Wow, who did I see from the streamer's phone! ! ! ! !]
[It's my husband! ! ! ! ! !]
[I will say why every time I come to the Xingxing live studio, he is either playing Ranfeng's song or on the way to Ranfeng's MV, and even secretly hides my brother's picture, admit it, Xingzi, are you also ifeng?]
[Ah, ah, I'm so excited, it turns out that the anchor I like and I like the same idol]
Everyone found out that they had a picture of dyed maple, and it was impossible to deny it at this time.
Ji Xingchen laughed, and followed them half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Yes, I have liked your brother Ranfeng for many years."
Seeing Ji Xingchen's admission, the little fans are more enthusiastic, and those who didn't speak when diving were also excited to open the microphone.
[How long have you liked it? Anchor, have you been with me for a long time, I have liked Ranfeng since his debut]
[Sister, you really have vision, you like it when you debut, old fan?]
Watching this barrage pass by, Ji Xingchen was in a trance for a moment.
How long have you liked it
How should this be calculated
Ji Xingchen smiled.
He is not the same as these fans.
He used to really like dyeing maples, the kind that he likes when his lover comes.
It's been a long time since I've been asked about Ranfeng like this. When I suddenly mentioned it, Ji Xingchen's memory was like a tide, rushing uncontrollably in his mind.
When did you start liking dyed maples
It was probably the first day of his high school transfer to Mingyou No. 1 Middle School.
In the self-study class, the teacher called him to the podium to introduce himself.
He remembered very clearly that as soon as he stood up and said his name, the girls began to whisper frantically, and the boys also coaxed with good intentions.
"Fuck, this new classmate looks better than our classmates."
"It's miserable, we already have a dyed maple in our class, and now there is another star. Damn, who will look at us more in the future."
Ji Xingchen has attracted everyone's attention since he was a child because of his outstanding appearance. He has been used to being scrutinized openly and secretly. When facing the unanimous gaze of almost everyone in the class, he is not cowardly.
He even took advantage of the time when everyone was looking at him during self-introduction, and glanced at a boy sitting in an inconspicuous corner by the last row of windows.
The other party was randomly turning the ballpoint pen in his hand, looking out the window one by one.
His eyes are sloppy, but the bridge of his nose is as straight as a gun, and his outline is beautiful and sharp, but he is reluctant to take his eyes away.
Such a person, standing in a noisy and impetuous classroom, he could not ignore.
Ji Xingchen felt as if he was bewitched at that moment, so he looked at the other side blankly.
It wasn't until he met the casual glance of the other party that he was as if electrocuted, and he hurriedly retracted his gaze.
I don't know if it was his illusion, he saw the corner of the other's lips inadvertently tick, and a faint joke flashed across his eyes.
It seems that he has fallen in love with him since then.
Counting, it has been about six or seven years.
Ji Xingchen pulled away from his memories. The little fans on the barrage had already talked about a few topics, and they began to complain about the fact that dyeing maple did not update Weibo and did not post photos.
[Ah, speaking of Weibo, I just rushed home from out of town today, and my phone was out of power after a ten-hour ride, so I forgot to make a list for my brother!]
[What are you doing, sisters, go immediately!]
"I haven't made the list today." Ji Xingchen followed.
[Fuck Xingzi, you are really a model of star-chasing boys, you even know how to make a list!]
"To be honest, I sign in for Ranfeng Chaochao every day. After the broadcast, I have to go to the list. Otherwise, why do you think I only live broadcast until ten o'clock every day?"
[Hahahaha, the mystery of Xingxingzi's broadcast at ten o'clock every day has finally been solved]
Seeing that everyone made fun of him and began to question his feelings for Ranfeng, he realized that what he said was not good for Ranfeng, and he quickly began to remedy.
"Well, I lied to you, the photo was just sent to me by Fang Fang, and she showed me that his brother is handsome." Ji Xingchen chuckled and explained casually, "How can I be a boy chasing stars, what is ranking? I don't know at all, but I was usually coerced by Fang Fang to go to Chaohua to sign in a few times... He is a fan of Ranfeng, and I thought you all knew it."
While Ji Xingchen spoke, a system broadcast floated out of the live broadcast room.
Broadcast: [Night Wind Picks the Stars] Send a grand magic meteor shower at [55555788]~ The meteor shower is gorgeous, hurry up and watch it!
Without warning, Wanfeng Zhaixing sent Ji Xingchen another magical meteor shower.
"Song and MV are also her..." Ji Xingchen's words were interrupted by this broadcast, he was stunned for a moment before he realized that he should thank others.
"Thank you, Brother Feng! Brother Feng is so arrogant, and you're spending money again."
Broadcast: [Night Wind Picks the Stars] Send a grand magic meteor shower at [55555788]~ The meteor shower is gorgeous, hurry up and watch it!
Ranfeng sent another ten magic meteor showers to Ji Xingchen one after another.
He was almost cathartic, giving gifts as if in a fit of anger.
But in fact, the first gift he gave in the live broadcast room was filled with excitement and joy.
When he saw Ji Xingchen's photo stored in his mobile phone, and listened to the other party saying that he liked the fact that he wanted to make a list for him, at that moment he thought that Ji Xingchen had not forgotten him.
As a result, Ji Xingchen suddenly said that he did all this because of others
What was their friendship during their senior year of high school
Just ordinary classmates
Ranfeng felt that God was joking with him tonight.
At first, he almost couldn't help but want to call Ji Xingchen and tell him who he is...
When the twelfth gift was delivered, Ranfeng gradually calmed down.
He remembered that someone was so sluggish before that he didn't see that he liked him at all...
So... his attitude towards himself now seems to be normal...
"Brother Feng, you sent so many gifts again..."
Ji Xingchen's voice sounded again finally made Ranfeng regain her sanity.
He stared at Ji Xingchen's name in the live broadcast room, his eyes narrowed slightly.
It's not too late to catch up now.
[House Management] [Night Wind Picks the Stars]: It's okay
Ji Xingchen, who was dazed by the sudden gift from the boss, remembered that the other party had not replied to his WeChat, and reminded, "Brother Feng, look at your WeChat."
With Ji Xingchen's reminder, Ranfeng took out another personal mobile phone of his own.
Ji Xingchen's message instantly jumped in front of his eyes.
Want to give yourself a gift
After Ranfeng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the monotonous game screen in the live broadcast room, he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, his eyes dark and gloomy.
Ten seconds later, his slender fingers pressed lightly on the keyboard of the mobile phone.
Feng: Send me a picture of you
When Ranfeng sent a message, Ji Xingchen, who was waiting for the countdown, also chatted with the audience in a relaxed tone.
"I don't need sister Zhaojun tonight... I use Da... er..."
Ji Xingchen's voice suddenly stopped after reading Wanfeng's words.
He didn't speak for a long time after that.
The live broadcast room suddenly fell into a strange silence that lasted for several minutes.
Just when everyone thought that Ji Xingchen was going to pee while everyone was not paying attention, he opened his mouth with a hoarse voice and a bit of embarrassment.
"Feng, Brother Feng... Are you still there?"
[Housing Management] [Night Wind Picks the Stars]: In
"You...the one you said...are you sure?" Ji Xingchen was obviously still a little incoherent.
[House Management] [Night Wind Picks the Stars]: OK
There was another eerie silence.
A few seconds later, Ranfeng heard the other party sigh softly, and said ok in a very weird tone.
Dye Feng frowned.
Just post a photo, is your request so excessive
Didn't Ji Xingchen especially like to post po photos in the circle of friends for him to like it
At this time, Ranfeng's mobile phone rang. It was a call from the agent. The other party confirmed with him the schedule of tomorrow's magazine shooting.
"Okay, I remember."
After hanging up the phone, Ranfeng re-logged into the live broadcast room.
Because he was a little absent-minded, when he entered Ji Xingchen's live broadcast room, he slipped his hand to the wrong lottery broadcast.
Then he was automatically transferred to the room of a female anchor in Yixingxiu District.
The sweet voice of the female anchor in the room sounded.
"Thank you brother for the gift, uh~ brother mua~mua~ brother, remember to add me on WeChat later, I will send you a photo, mua~~"
After listening to the female anchor's remarks, Ranfeng suddenly thought about the conversation between him and Ji Xingchen asking for photos—
Star: I want to give you a present
Feng: Send me a picture of you
Suddenly, he seemed to understand why the other party was so silent before...
The feeling of asking the anchor to send a photo of himself...
how a bit...
pornography