The live broadcast room was quiet for a moment, then it exploded in an instant, and the bullet screen was densely jammed, like a short-circuited black and white TV.
#Yang Yue Live Room#
#He Jiang object#
#Telecom Fraud#
Key words are rocketing up to the hot searches one by one, unless a meteorite lands and smashes the computer rooms across the country, otherwise it will not be pressed at all.
"Who turned on the screen recorder to record Yang Zai's singing, but recorded a big news! It's me!"
"Don't sleep on the parachute, your house has collapsed and empty bottles!"
"The owner of the live broadcast room is already popping champagne to celebrate, don't grab the wool of the capitalists, the wool comes from the sheep, it's either yours or your friend's."
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"Payment will be deducted for invalid live broadcasts, and no additional money will be charged for burst live broadcasts!"
"The boss of the studio gave Yang Zai more money!"
"It's broken! I feel sorry for the programmers, and I work overtime at three in the morning."
"Distressed +1"
"I'm Linlin, big sister, don't fall asleep and make public relations!"
"The air is shaking and cold, why does no one care about He Jiang's illness?"
"One thing to say, He Jiang's partner has a nice voice and looks very polite!"
"I'm a fan, and I've already cried. Three years ago, I felt that he showed signs of falling in love. After all, I still wait until this day."
"Wait for He Jiang's studio to issue a counterfeit statement."
"Maybe it's just that the voice is similar, don't you think it's different from He Jiang usually?"
"Of course the voice is different when you are sick."
"Don't think about it, look at Yang Zai's reaction, they have been friends for many years, can he not hear someone pretending to be He Jiang's voice?"
"Grand Prairie! I really believed in the brainwashing package of the three of them being incompatible! What a touching brotherhood!"
"I believed Teacher Cen to go to bed at 9:30, and He Jiang didn't call Cen Feinuo, knowing how unreliable Yang Zai is!"
"..."
Yang Yue quickly downloaded the broadcast, and said, "Telecom fraud is becoming more and more sophisticated, and it can also synthesize similar voices. Everyone pay attention to precautions."
However, no one believed him, and they were all saying "Then what are you hanging up for! Continue!"
"Explain why the scammer has your phone".
"The agreed live broadcast will last for three hours, is there half an hour?"
"Is my favorite part of the phone ringing off the air?"
"I want to hear He Jiang swearing."
While jogging to the garage to drive, Yang Yue called the people in He Jiang's studio one by one.
Lin Lin turned on the phone 24 hours a day, and soon received a call. After listening to it, she froze for a moment: "Are you going to pick up He Jiang?"
Yang Yue: "I'm sorry, Sister Lin, I really can't think of..."
Lin Lin: "You can ask him what to do when the time comes, he plans to make it public anyway."
This time it was Yang Yue's turn to be confused: "When did he find a partner?"
Yang Yue realized it by himself: "Is that his ex-boyfriend?"
Lin Lin: "Did you stay in the recording studio all day today?"
Yang Yue: "Yes."
Lin Lin understood, He Jiang invited Yang Cen and Yang Cen to put on a variety show together. This idea was mentioned to both parties today, but Yang Yue didn't care about anything when he recorded the song, and this matter belongs to the category that he will definitely agree to, so there is no need to ask for opinions. Yang Yue's manager didn't bother him on purpose, he just checked the schedule with He Jiang and planned to talk about it tomorrow.
Lin Lin: "It's okay, you can help send it to the hospital first, and pay attention to the paparazzi."
While waiting for Yang Yue to come, Shang Jing wrung out a wet towel and put it on He Jiang.
Seeing He Jiang sick for the first time, Shang Jing felt a little strange. After thinking about it, he felt that it was a mood that he couldn't bear to do.
Who still does it when facing patients? normal.
He Jiang had a headache from the fever, and occasionally opened her eyes to see Shang Jing obediently lying beside the bed, like a puppy, and felt that the pain was not so great again.
He said: "Go to sleep when Yang Yue comes."
Shang Jing: "I'm not sleepy."
He Jiang felt that he was trying to hold on, and said, "It's not that I want to go into the operating room, I don't need so many people."
Shang Jing: "..." But he is really not sleepy.
It took Yang Yue eight minutes to get to the gate of the villa, and another ten minutes to send He Jiang to the emergency room.
Ten minutes later, He Jiang half-lyed on the hospital bed and hung up the hanging water.
For Yang Yue, this half hour was simply fidgeting and living like a year. One of the young couple is sick and the other is in a hurry. They have never looked at the phone at all, and they don't know what happened.
The culprit, Yang Yue, swipes his phone from time to time to see what's going on online.
At three o'clock in the morning, the Internet is buzzing, probably He Jiang's fans on the whole network have been woken up, and they can be seen everywhere saying "Don't spread rumors or believe rumors, wait for the official statement", "Caring about He Jiang's body, don't care about private life" …
The hot-tempered fans even got involved with Yang Yue's fans.
Yang Yue's fans also felt aggrieved and cursed back unconvinced.
The hot search is messy, for a while "He Jiang is sick", for a while "Yang Yue died", and for a while "Ms. Cen is still awake"...
Yang Yue: "..." What kind of underworld entry is this!
The cool saline flowed into the blood vessel along the needle, and He Jiang closed her eyes for a while, the pain in her temples eased, and her mind cleared up.
He glanced at Yang Yue, frowned and said, "What happened?"
Yang Yue paused for a moment, then handed the phone to He Jiang with both hands: "I dare not say."
Shang Jing raised his eyebrows, leaned over with interest, and looked at the phone with He Jiang.
He Jiang: "..."
Business scene: "..."
Shang Jing poked He Jiang: "Have you finished writing your essay? Hurry up and post it!"
He Jiang closed her eyes and wanted to go home and tear up her seven-page plan: "I didn't write it."
Shang Jing: "Then how do you plan to respond?"
He Jiang thought for a while, stretched out the hand that pricked the needle, and said, "Take it here."
Shang Jing thought he was going to the bathroom, so he quickly put his hand under He Jiang's palm, as if serving the empress dowager.
He Jiang folded her fingers together, interlocked with Shang Jing's, pressed against the quilt of the hospital bed, and took a photo.
He opened Weibo, added a text, and sent it.
My little scene.
Looking at these four words, Shang Jing introduced his identity in a very ordinary way, without any pretentious embellishments, let alone an inspiring confession, but his heart beat like a spring grass sprouting as if it had been hit hard by something.
The palm of the hand held by He Jiang started to feel hot, and he could not help but clenched it tightly. He suddenly realized that He Jiang was hanging a bottle on the back of his hand, and immediately stopped his strength.
He Jiang replied to fans in the comments that she just had a fever and was discharged from the hospital after hanging the water. Thank you for your concern.
Half of the comments asked He Jiang to take good care of herself, and the other half were curious about what the object looked like.
"Hands are so pretty, licking, I want to be held like this too, any one is fine, just pick me up and throw me away."
"I hope my brother won't marry a good man and live a good life."
"I hope my brother is a good-looking dog, who understands this feeling?"
"I understand my family members too well! A male god should match a male god."
Shang Jing glanced at the comment section, and at a glance, he saw fans praying that He Jiang would not waste the male god's popularity by looking for traffic.
This article has 500,000 likes.
Business scene: "..."
How do these fans have God's perspective
Fortunately, he chose the character of a charming wife in the variety show.
He Jiang put down the phone, looked at the business scene, and said calmly, "Why are you in my room?"
Yang Yue who was unable to connect to the phone after handing over the phone: "..."
am i still here
Shang Jing looked at the ceiling of the ward, then at the shoes on the floor, and said, "Well, I came out to drink water, and I heard that you didn't feel well."
He Jiang: "Hear? I don't seem to have made a sound, right?"
Shang Jing poured him a cup of hot water to warm his hands: "Shut up and drink water."
He Jiang put the water aside, with a stern face: "Be honest, are you playing games?"
Shang Jing sat at the end of the bed, far away from He Jiang, and firmly refused to admit it: "I obviously sacrificed my sleep to take care of you with good intentions."
Yang Yue watched the two quarrel because of the game, no one took the disclosure seriously, and suddenly felt sad and angry, why is he the only one worrying about it!
He Jiang glanced at Yang Yue, and suddenly said, "Add Shangjing WeChat."
Yang Yue immediately took out his mobile phone and made a particularly conspicuous note for Shang Jing.
He recalled how Shang Jing called him, and suddenly thought that Shang Jing might have the phone numbers of all of He Jiang's friends!
It is true love that He Jiang is willing to give it.
He Jiang borrowed Yang Yue's cell phone and tapped it a few times.
Yang Yue also downloaded PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. On the friends page, a new business scene immediately appeared, showing that he was offline four hours ago.
The evidence is overwhelming.
Just set up a hidden business scene in his game app: "... just played one or two rounds, elementary school students are not so strict in preventing addiction."
He Jiang laughed angrily: "How dare you beware of addiction—"
He Jiang paused, then turned to look at Yang Yue: "You can find a place to rest."
Yang Yue: "..."
Fuck, is this how the live viewers feel when they see half of the broadcast
"Okay, you keep the money."
When he thought it was a telecommunications fraud, he teased, "Will it be 100,000 or 80,000?" If he said it, it would be really inappropriate not to give it away.
When Yang Yue left, He Jiang pinched Shang Jing's chin and took a deep breath: "Is it about playing one or two rounds? Don't you suffer from insomnia when you play gun|fight?"
What? His insomnia has a psychological factor
Shang Jing was shocked in his heart, and he didn't dare to show it on his face, so he admitted his mistake cooperatively: "My hands are itchy."
He Jiang: "Then can't you play on mute?"
Shang Jing: "How can Jingyin hear the sound of footsteps and gunshots nearby? I don't know how to die."
He Jiang couldn't put it into words: "With your skills—forget it."
Shang Jing automatically made up in his mind—with my technology, I can eat chicken without hearing.
It turns out that his technique is so good.
He Jiang asked Lin Lin to keep an eye on the bloody storm on the Internet, as long as there were no posts maliciously attacking Shangjing.
After hanging the water, he observed in the hospital for another hour, and when it was daylight, he set off for home.
The vehicle drove to the gate of the villa, the sun rose from the city horizon, and the sky was full of rays.
Shang Jing was still awake when he got out of the car, but he was extremely sleepy when he entered the house.
He yawned, helped He Jiang onto the bed, and lay down next to him: "I can't do it."
He Jiang looked at Shang Jing, who was in a deep sleep, and glanced at the time, it was half past six in the morning.
Before he knew that Shang Jing would lose sleep because of playing games, Shang Jing never told him.
At that time, it was always like this every time, the sun came out to fall asleep, did I get up and go to class after a short sleep
He Jiang turned Shang Jing over, took off his coat, wrapped him in a quilt, and walked to the balcony, intending to urge the psychiatrist.
As soon as I put my finger on the call button, a sentence was sent from the other side——
"I'm on the plane, get your little one ready."
…
Shang Jing slept until twelve o'clock, but was still awakened by the smell of dumplings.
As soon as you smell it, you know it's the dumplings made by yourself.
I don't know when, the dumplings he made became public food, and He Jiang ate a big plate every time.
Shang Jing picked up a dumpling with pain in his eyes, every pleat was carefully wrapped by him.
Aww, it's gone in one bite.
Really fragrant.
He Jiang put down her chopsticks, and said after deliberation: "About your insomnia after hearing gunshots, would you like to talk to a psychiatrist about the underlying reason?"
With a dumpling stuffed in his mouth, Shang Jing froze.
Amnesia how to talk? Is it possible to make up a childhood shadow now
Shang Jing buried his face in the big bowl of dumplings, "I don't really want to talk."
He Jiang: "Don't you like playing games? You can play after you are cured."
Shang Jing's slender fingers pinched the edge of the bowl tightly, and he was extremely worried that his amnesia would be exposed. He Jiang knew more about his past than he did, and it would be risky to talk any more.
Shang Jing said with a guilty conscience, "What's the point of spending money to find a doctor when Jingyin can solve it? I, I'm full."
He Jiang looked at Shang Jing's fleeing figure, frowned, and sent a message to the psychiatrist Jiang Wen: "He is very resistant to treatment."
Mental illness requires patients to actively seek treatment, and active cooperation is more effective, and it is useless to tie them up.
Jiang Wen replied: "Then let's talk about it from the perspective of a friend first."
On the other hand, Shang Jing went back to the house and turned on his phone. He wanted to check the comments on him on the Internet first, but he saw the news from the three groups first.
-Yang Yue's fiancee: [hug][hug][hug...][come on][red envelope]
-Cen Feinuo's mysterious girlfriend: [hug][hug][hug...][come on][red envelope]
Shang Jing raised his eyebrows, and happily opened the red envelope.
Yang Yue's fiancee sent 88, and Cen Feinuo's mysterious girlfriend sent 8888.
It's understandable, because Yang Yue paid too much money last night, and a fiancée is similar to a husband and wife, as long as the couple work together.
Cen Feinuo's mysterious girlfriend gave it alone at first glance.
He happily typed: "Thank you both for your money, I will definitely invite you to the wedding."
in a minute.
-Yang Yue's fiancee: This realm is amazing!
-Cen Feinuo's mysterious girlfriend: High, really high!
Shang Jing was modest, and he didn't have any clever means. He just acted like heaven and earth, and agreed to He Jiang.
Business scene: Come on! I believe you can too!
-Cen Feinuo's mysterious girlfriend: I heard that Mr. Cen is going to be on a variety show, and I really hope to be his partner. I don't need to pay.
Shang Jing speculated that Cen Feinuo's mysterious girlfriend was also in the circle, and hesitated for a while. The variety show was invested by He Jiang. There were real couples in the variety show, as well as interns. back door? He thought this mysterious girlfriend was pretty good.
He immediately ran to ask He Jiang.
He Jiang: "So anxious to become the proprietress of the studio?"
Shang Jing blushed and became angry from embarrassment: "Can't you?!"
He Jiang smiled: "Okay, little proprietress."