At that moment, the voices around Qi Jin rushed in like a tidal wave, but he couldn't hear it at all.
All I could hear was "bang", "bang", "bang", a low-pitched sound that was stronger than one time at a time—it was the heart, and the pounding sound of the heart drowned out the clamor of countless audiences in front of it, like Someone accidentally pressed the mute switch. He sat in the blank space, only to hear his own breathing that was gradually quickening.
There is a... feeling of having a low-grade fever.
The body temperature can't be suppressed.
After Shen Yan reported the ID, she didn't explain why, and she didn't need to explain. She quietly nodded to the person who asked the question, indicating that she had already answered.
To the audience, he didn't need to explain, because just hearing this ID was enough to get the audience excited.
For Qiqin, he didn't need to explain - because Qiqin should understand.
Qi Jin understands.
Because he understood, he almost stood up from his seat when he heard the answer, but restrained himself.
At this moment, he suddenly had an urge—different from the urge to stand up and run to the stage just now. It wasn't the urge to ignore anything when his mind became too hot, but he knew what the consequences would be, his reason was still there, and he was quite calm. But he still chooses to do something he would never do normally.
Shen Yan had one last question to go down.
Last question and last chance -
Seeing that the host on the stage had stepped forward and was about to choose the next person to ask the question, he moved his Adam's apple slightly, made up his mind in an instant, and suddenly raised his hand high.
"Hello..."
Qiu Tianyang, who was beside him, was really shocked by his actions, stared in astonishment, and couldn't help but hurriedly called out twice, trying to remind him.
His heart skipped a beat, but the smile on his face was very magnanimous, and the warm stuff in his chest made him determined to keep raising his hand. In a show of positivity, he even waved his hand towards the stage to make sure he could be noticed.
Shen Yan noticed it and couldn't help but froze.
When he saw Qi Jin raise his hand, he was deeply stunned for a while, but he couldn't react for a while, and he gave him a questioning look in surprise. Qi Jin's eyes met with him, and his smile grew even brighter. He held his hands high, with no intention of letting go, nor was there any fear or hesitation—it seemed that he really wanted to ask questions of his own accord.
At this time, Shen Yan suddenly moved her lips and hurriedly called out Yang Chunqu: "... host."
"Ok?"
Yang Chunqu was still struggling with who to choose, and when he heard him call him, he turned around and looked at him blankly.
Shen Yan lowered her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "The last person to ask a question... Can I choose it myself?"
It was this thing. Of course, Yang Chunqu would not refuse: "Yes."
After all, he put the choice back into his own hands.
Hearing that Shen Yan wanted to choose by himself, the fans below raised their hands more enthusiastically, trying their best to ask for the right to ask the last question. Some people raised their hands and shouted "Dad cat, look at me", and others People stand up straight, waving their hands together, and jumping up and down to make themselves more conspicuous.
However, in Shen Yan's eyes, all these seemed to be printed on a black and white film, but the smiling man sitting in the last row was so bright that he couldn't take his eyes away.
So he took a slow breath, raised his hand, and pointed it there.
"The last row," he whispered, "the guy in the last row who raised his hand—"
At the same time, everyone turned their heads in the direction that Shen Yan pointed to, and the eyes of the audience were instantly focused on Qi Jin. Among them, some were curious, some lost, some envied, and some blamed him. He was full of resentment for grabbing a spot. Facing the attention from so many eyes, Qi Jin was still as calm as ever, smiled calmly and put down his hands, quietly stood up and took the microphone handed over by the staff.
He could hear the whispers of the audience clearly.
"Hey, the person asking the question is a man!"
"Hey, he looks quite gentle!"
"I always feel that men are fans of the original book or games, and they can't ask any questions we are interested in, good, sad, sad!"
"This little brother, this little brother, can you help us ask the question about not asking the return date! You are the last one, if you don't ask, you won't be able to ask, please~"
People all cast extremely strong expectations towards him. After all, in this case, they can only hope that he can dig out the information about "no return date" from Shen Yan's mouth.
Facing the people at the scene who were staring at him, especially those who begged him to ask him about "not asking the return date", Qi Qin smiled and cleared his throat unhurriedly. Then he tapped the surface of the microphone with his finger for an audition, and finally opened his mouth slowly: "Well... First of all, thank you for your answer to the previous question, I'm honored."
His voice came out slowly through the loudspeaker, and the scene was suddenly silent for a second.
The next second the audience screamed.
"Oh my goodness!"
"Don't ask the return date? Don't ask the return date myself? Ahhh..."
"Oh my god, this voice doesn't ask about the date of return, and he also said 'very honored', it's definitely him! I almost had a heart attack!"
The reaction of everyone chirping like frightened birds made Qi Jin want to laugh, but he held back and stood lazily in a very casual posture.
The heart is still a little noisy at this moment, but he is not panic, nor busy.
At this time, Shen Yan responded to him: "You're welcome. Those are my sincere words—"
With this way of responding, anyone could hear that he was not at all surprised by Qi Jin's true identity, and obviously knew who the other party was from the very beginning. The atmosphere in the venue quickly turned white-hot, and the fans whispered, unable to suppress their excitement. This unexpected development made many people tremble with excitement.
"hehe… "
Qi Jin smiled. When laughing, the breath is light and soft on the surface of the microphone, and others can almost hear the pleasant taste inside.
"Okay, I'm really here to ask serious questions, otherwise everyone will hit me."
Before the seriousness, he also said this jokingly, which made the little girls in front giggled for a while, and then looked directly into Shen Yan's eyes and asked, "In all your competitions so far, have you had any? To commemorate Grandpa, there are challenges for yourself, and there are various other meanings and commemorative values. So, I want to know - which is your favorite one?"
The people off the field collectively stopped the discussion for a while and pricked up their ears to listen.
Only Shen Yan smiled faintly, her voice low and sincere: "The one that played against you in the final."
"Oops-"
When people heard this, they couldn't help crying out with rippling emotions. Some people were already editing Weibo with their mobile phones down, and they could not wait to tell their friends in the circle these words immediately.
The parties just looked at each other and smiled slightly, no need to elaborate further.
"Thank you, Ayan."
It was the second time that Qi Jin called him so publicly in front of everyone. There was a slight glimmer in Shen Yan's eyes, and after a while, he slowly nodded towards him without saying a word.
After that, Qi Jin indifferently handed the microphone back to the staff, and sat down in a candid manner in a scene that was already a little out of control, without changing his face. However, this did not stop the audience from rushing to look at him, discussing the scene just now with friends in surprise while watching, and several of his little fans frequently waved to him across a few rows of seats and shouted, "Returning adults, returning home. Sir, I miss you."
He all waved to him with a gentleman's smile, and continued to listen to his introduction meeting with peace of mind.
Qiu Tianyang finally regained his senses at this time, stared at him speechlessly for a while, and murmured, "...you, do you know what the consequences of this will be?"
"Huh?" Qi Jin rolled her eyes in a good mood, looking like she didn't care, "It doesn't matter, once you miss this opportunity, it will be hard to have another chance - and this answer makes me very satisfied. That's enough, let the gangsters make trouble as they like."
Yes, suddenly it doesn't matter-
Shen Yan can face everything calmly, both during and after the game, as well as herself.
The mouth grows on others, the more you want to control it, the more you can't control it, it's better to leave it alone. As long as the two of them have a tacit understanding between them, it will be fine to stick to each other as always.
"Only people with a guilty conscience hide it. I haven't done anything wrong, why should I be sneaky." He smiled brightly.
"Alas," Qiu Tianyang sighed helplessly when he heard this, "it's okay...you just need to put your mind right..."
At this moment, Qi Jin turned his head and added another sentence.
"Rather than worry about us, worry about yourself."
"What's the meaning?"
"Shen Yan has both a supporting role and an NPC role, so his appearance order is arranged between these two groups - that is to say, it is time for the players in the NPC group after him," Qi Jin narrowed her eyes. After appreciating the other party's slightly changed face after hearing the words, "You yourself went tit-for-tat with the Great God of Tongjatai on Weibo over the rice noodle issue. Now everyone knows that someone will definitely ask this, do you believe it?"
Qiu Tianyang didn't have time to say the word "letter", and he had already heard Yang Chunqu announce on the stage: "Next, we will continue to invite the next contestant in the NPC group, the dubbing of Xiaoshutong 'Reed' 'Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles', talk about Contestant Zixian! Everyone is welcome!”
The ID of "Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles" is very famous and has a lot of fans. When the host said this, everyone couldn't sit still.
"Ah, the millet line is coming out!"
"Which one is it? Which one is it?"
There was a large group of people under the stage, all poking their heads, craned their necks and looked up, looking expectantly.
What everyone is looking forward to is a "clear boy". Or, to be more realistic, "youth as clear as water" will do. And it is best to have thin eyebrows and small eyes, be shy and delicate, and not eat human fireworks or anything...
As a result, what came out was not the pitiful little white rabbit in their minds at all, but a stern man in a black suit and dressed as a typical elite. Although the appearance of a man is very outstanding, it is so different from the image that people make up in the brain that it only has the effect of being dumbfounded and not eye-catching. When he walked to the front of the stage without saying a word, he fiddled with his collars slightly, straightening them, not allowing any mistakes.
All the girls under the stage were stunned for a moment, and they all made a stunned sound of "Huh".
"what?"
"This... this person is Xiaomi Line?"
"Okay... so handsome and stylish... "
"Liar! He absolutely can't be a cute little millet line! Liar, lie, lie!" He shouted to lie, but his eyes were still involuntarily caught by that face, and he even denied it. are getting weaker.
There was a commotion at the scene.
Tan Zixian was calm and composed, and a faint sentence resounded through the audience: "I just shouted so loudly, don't you have a deadline party among you? What is your position?"
Fans were taken aback.
Qiu Tianyang was stunned.
Qi Jin was also stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely—Mixian-kun, your way of diverting attention is too individual!
Personality is personality, but the effect is extraordinary. As expected, the fans suddenly took their attention away from Shen Yan and Qi Jin, and Xing Xing stared at him, fascinated.
"Yeah~ This voice is really a millet line~ I, a die-hard rice fan of mine, will never hear it wrong~"
"I'm a deadline party! Although I admit that I have a little cute cat dad and a return date just now, but! My favorite is the deadline!"
"The deadline is king! Uh, but now I think there is a deadline too!"
"Xiaomi line... Oops, now I think the name Xiaomi line doesn't match me at all. What should I do, I didn't expect that I would be so mature—"
- I knew you would react like this. Qi Jin was filled with emotion, and at the same time glanced at Qiu Tianyang silently.
Qiu Tianyang smiled unexpectedly.
It's just that compared to the uncontrollable laugh when "Second Child" appeared, this time he just smiled silently, his eyes fixed on that person, and he didn't move for a long time. Qi Jin was about to say something, but the question-and-answer session on the stage had already begun, temporarily diverting his attention.
Like others, Tan Zixian also gave Yang Chunqu the right to choose.
But this time, there were a lot of people raising their hands, and it took Yang Chunqu a lot of effort to finally choose the first one.
"Xiaomi Xian... ah, no, Mi Xian-sama, your appearance in reality is really surprising!" The first person really mentioned this as soon as he came up, which perfectly represented everyone's heart, "I heard you. In many works, most of them are juvenile voices or young voices who have just grown up, and the impression of you is also a very young and youthful person, but today has been completely subverted! So I am very, very curious now, how old are you? "
The rice fans in the audience agreed one after another, holding their breaths and waiting to answer.
Tan Zixian didn't answer directly, just asked softly: "I believe that 90% of the people in the audience are the age that starts with the word '2'. Am I right?"
Most of the people, including Qi Jin, nodded subconsciously.
Not to mention the beginning of the word "2", there are also a large number of little girls starting with the word "1". There are especially many young people in the rice noodles. Besides, CV fans and game fans are not too old.
Tan Zixian raised his chin slightly and raised his eyebrows at this moment: "Those of you whose age starts with '2' or below should call me 'brother'—"
…
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... what was that just now? Auditory hallucinations
Qi Jin's three views are not about "F5" but about "DEL", which is even more shocking than when he heard that "Second Child" is a teacher. The fans directly screamed out his inner sense of galloping pictures: "Huh? Difficult, are you over thirty years old?"
Tan Zixian smiled slightly and did not deny it.
The audience below nearly dislocated their jaws.
This time, Qiu Tianyang finally burst out laughing, and he had the confidence to wave his hand to Qi Jing who was looking at him in astonishment, and looked out of the way: "Don't look at me, I'm an exception, and I'm also the age that starts with the word '3'. And I'm older than him, so I can still call him 'Xiaomi Line'."
"Why, why does a person like Mi Nian Da tell us fairy tales on the channel?"
The person who asked the second question was only 18 or 19 years old. He was even a little white rabbit when he talked, and he was a frequent visitor to the fairy tale program on Tan Zixian's YY channel.
To be honest, Qi Jin was also very curious about this.
The reason given by Tan Zixian was unexpected: "I once came into contact with some people at a school for blind children because of my work. They were recruiting volunteers to record audiobooks for those blind children. They asked me if I was interested. I agreed. Some of the recordings included recitations and stories, and several people were required to record their roles together, which became part of the reason why I became interested in supporting dramas in the future.”
"Oh..." When Qi Jin heard about this for the first time, like everyone else, she exclaimed.
"Ah, this original intention is very good," the little fan was surprised and delighted, obviously very proud of his idol helping blind children, "So rice noodles tell fairy tales, is it a habit?"
"Well, because I have been in contact with that school since then. Apart from them, there are other non-profit organizations that are also doing this kind of thing, but such activities may not be organized. Now I have recorded myself and passed it on. Give it to them and use it wherever they can." Tan Zixian said lightly, "I'll practice it again before recording to get a feel for it, so I'll talk about it on my channel first."
I see…
Qi Jin has a new understanding of this person. Maybe, he himself is not as "cold" as he looks
While applauding with the audience, he glanced at Qiu Tianyang involuntarily.
I saw that Qiu Tianyang was holding half of his face, sitting quietly on the chair, his eyes fixed on the people on the stage, he didn't know what he was thinking about, only the slight upward curve of the corners of his lips gave Qi Wei insight into his current situation. His mental state—he seemed to be immersed in some pleasant memories, with light jumping in the depths of his eyes.
If you put a mirror in front of him, he might be stunned for a moment - that kind of expression is so gentle that it's a bit foul...
Qi Jin looked at him quietly for a while, remembering that the two of them had been emotionally bumpy before, and Qiu Tianyang was not a born comrade, and was worried that Tan Zixian would go down the road of no return like his own dark history. Now it seems... Maybe it's time to reevaluate.
"Do you know about this?" Qi Jin was referring to the obligation to record audiobooks for blind children. He was not sure how much Qiu Tianyang knew about the other party.
"I know," the man didn't move his eyes, just moved his lips slightly, "It's precisely because I know... that I pulled him into this circle."
Qi Jin was taken aback.
"He..." Did you pull it into the net matchmaking circle
It turns out that the two of them met first in the third dimension
The question was only halfway through, and the host on the stage had already selected the third fan to ask the question. Qi Jin had to put her question aside for the time being.
The third person coughed silently before speaking, to build momentum for the next question.
"I think everyone here should know about this if they are mixed with the Internet - the legendary great god CV Kuaima Qingqiu, who has been retired for four years, has come to life on Weibo, just to vent your anger for you, and Tongque The gods of Taidai criticize each other, and there is currently a lot of trouble on Weibo. So, what is your relationship with Lord Qingqiu?"
-coming.
Here comes the point.
Qi Jin let out a slight breath, kept silent, and stared at her without blinking.
Tan Zixian glanced at Qiu Tianyang in the last row, Qiu Tianyang looked back without moving, looked at him without making a sound, and waited patiently.
For a long time, his eyelids drooped, and he faintly threw out four words that people could not guess: "Party A, Party B."
The standard lawyer's tone of the case is used.
Then, another four words were added. It's just that there is a little more smile in the last four words.
"He owes me."
The author has something to say:... The author of this chapter is wearing high-strength sunglasses and silently wrote it... (I originally thought that the winter solstice festival did not catch up with the results, lying _(:з"∠)_）
But, so happy (hello).
So in the process of writing, I made up a small theater:
Rice Noodles: Author, what is your position as the leader of the deadline party? →＿→
Lotus: QAQ I... I... I'm sorry I'm back...
Rice noodle: →＿→
Lotus: QAQ but people are also very cute with deadlines...
Rice noodle: →＿→
Lotus: QAQ Well, I’m still cute with rice cannons lately…
Rice Noodles: Eat lotus soup in winter solstice.
(Er Yan is smiling in Daddy Cat's arms, watching the rice noodles cook lotus soup)