After successfully settling down on Yunjiansu's WeChat account, Pu Tao went to chat with him almost every day.
Sometimes the other party responds very quickly, and sometimes she can't wait for a message for a long time. She guessed that Yunjiansu is a master of hard-to-find, and she is only satisfied when she hangs up and down every day.
Almost a week has passed.
In her spare time, Pu Tao made a table to record the number of sentences she chatted with Yun Jiansu every day. Generally speaking, she passed the passing line, and the content was back and forth, but what was more depressing was that she The words she spoke were three times that of Yun Jiansu, and she took the initiative to speak up every time.
This reflects a problem that needs to be solved urgently, that is - Yun Jiansu is not very interested in her.
At least not once did he come to speak to her first.
Pu Tao shared this form with Xin Tian.
Xin Tian, a liberal arts student: "What?"
Pu Tao: "This is a chart of my recent chat with Yunjiansu."
Xin Tian: "… "
Xin Tian took a closer look: "It's not good, you guys are talking every day."
Pu Tao: "It's not good at all, he didn't take the initiative to find me."
Xin Tian: "It's you who has to make an inch, and he will reply to you every day when you pester him. That's not bad. You've only known him for a few days, and it's up to you that they're going to die soon?"
Pu Tao thought that what she said was very reasonable.
Still, she decided to take a day off.
The time is set for today, Tuesday, at 8 o'clock in the evening, there is a live broadcast of Yunjiansu.
This setting is quite ingenious. Without private communication, she can use his live broadcast as the energy of the day, absorb nutrients, and use it to run the next conversation.
After finishing the day without racking her brains, that night, Pu Tao gave up her habit of procrastination, showered and changed clothes as soon as possible, unpacked the yogurt, and sat at the desk waiting for Yunjiansu to start broadcasting.
This voice live broadcast software can be directly associated with Weibo, so it does not present more information to the audience.
At eight o'clock.
Yunjiansu entered the live broadcast room.
It seems he is a punctual man.
Pu Tao excitedly licked the yogurt lid clean in two or three mouthfuls and sat upright.
The number of rivals in the upper left corner is doubling.
She stared for a while, covering it with her thumb, out of sight and out of mind.
And the almost crazy confession in the lower left corner can't be hidden.
is it necessary? Isn't it just a voice
Pu Tao took a big mouthful, put the spoon in his mouth, and complained about himself in disguise.
Yun Jiansu didn't waste any time, and after a while, he said, "Can you hear me?"
-audible!
The text in the barrage screamed like a wave.
Pu Tao suddenly froze.
Yunjiansu, the male version of Medusa, the voice has dual effects of magic and physical attack.
She slowly removed the spoon, carefully swinging it back. This peerless voice, listening to it while eating is blasphemous, and any movement will interfere with this listening mood.
"Oh," his voice sounded a little cold today, like a moonlight infection: "Just hear it, I'm still reading private messages today."
The final sound is clearly lazy and indisputable, but the tone is completely non-negotiable, and it will be implemented the next second after speaking.
This man is spoiled, no matter what he says, the fans are all good, just look at the reaction in the barrage.
"Let's take a look," the man seemed startled: "Wow, is that so much."
This "wow" actually has a dull and cute effect.
Pu Tao showed her aunt's smile without knowing it, kiyo~ so cute.
In the lower left corner of the screen is Fan Yishui's "Flip Card".
"Well..." Yun Jiansu pondered: "Wait for me, just a minute or two."
In the live broadcast room, it was temporarily quiet, only the man's slightly heavy, steady breathing, barely audible, could be captured by the thousand-yuan earphones.
Pu Tao couldn't help but wonder if every breath of this person had been carefully calculated, why such common slight noises were so unique and intoxicating.
Suddenly.
The man in the headset chuckled lightly.
A syllable that rolled out of the nasal cavity was an uncontrollable low-pitched squeak.
The barrage exploded instantly.
"Previous statement,"
Yun Jiansu's tone was suddenly serious, almost broadcasting, "I didn't mean to harass you,"
"It's my ears," he said clearly and cleanly, "has been yelling at me for a day and a night."
"It said," he paused aptly and intriguingly, "that it wants to get to know you, and would like you to find time to give it an answer if you want."
"Thank you."
Pu Tao: …
She was so stupid that she couldn't react for a while, and she blinked one after another.
If she didn't listen, was it her Weibo private message
Fans are swiping the formation in full swing:
[Ah, ah, my ears also say that I want to know you]
"It's polite," Yun Jiansu said without hesitation, "but I still want to ask, is it your ears that want to know me, or do you want to know me?"
His tone was mixed with a little deliberate confusion. It is this kind of deliberate action that is the most fatal.
She was publicly executed by this seemingly understatement voice.
Pu Tao blushed, she couldn't hide her joy in her shyness, completely changed from a grape to a red grape, no, a cherry tomato.
…
…
Pu Tao didn't know how to spend the next twenty minutes.
She only knew that since Yun Jiansu finished reading her private message and made a comment, her whole person was as tormented as she was in a magma calamity.
As soon as he was off the air, she went to find him.
Her "Extraordinary 6+1" plan came to an end on the first day of implementation, and she couldn't hold back.
She has something to ask, but she is still very vocal: Why do you want to read my private letter
Yun Jiansu's reaction was what she expected: Which one
Install, continue to install.
Pu Tao: I don't believe you don't know that Pu Pu Pu Tu is me.
After all, they were on a list together.
Yunjiansu: I don't know.
His indifferent response did not repel her: since you asked the question in good faith, I will now officially answer you, listen carefully, there are.
Pu Tao: Whether it's my ears or me, I want to know you.
Yun Jiansu was silent for a moment and asked: Did you listen to my live broadcast
Pu Tao: Well, I found that I am more suitable to be a fan girl.
She said sourly: When you are one of your thousands of fans, you don't have to wait for your news, you don't have to think about finding a way to talk, you just need to read your private message to the public and be your live broadcast tool.
Yunjiansu: I didn't mean it that way.
Pu Tao: Then what do you mean
Yunjiansu: Reading private messages is my live broadcast tradition.
Pu Tao: I know, I'm just making trouble out of nowhere. Whoever made you think about me, I'll come to touch the porcelain. Anyway, I have already sat in front of your car and covered it. You can decide what to do with it.
Yun Jiansu probably laughed: Can you stop being so funny
Pu Tao seriously: I don't.
Yunjiansu: Okay, please come down first, and we will communicate well.
Pu Taobuyi: No, tell me first, do I know you
Yunjiansu: Why not.
He returned so quickly, the haze dissipated, and Pu Tao's heart was suddenly full of sunshine and a hundred gardens.
Pu Tao pinched the laughing muscles with her fingers, trying to relax them: how to prove it
Yunjiansu: Still need to prove
Pu Tao: Yes.
Yun Jiansu asked the same thing as her: how to prove it
Pu Tao: You said good night just now before the broadcast, right
Yunjiansu: Hmm.
Pu Tao: If you say good night to me in private, I will believe that you agree that I know you.
Yunjiansu: Good night.
Pu Tao: No!
Yunjianju: [Voice message]
Look, this person is so bad that he's going to die. He clearly knows her needs, and he's putting his desires aside before suppressing them.
Pu Tao pressed the earphone with both hands and clicked on the voice.
"Good night,"
One second pause:
"Do you believe it?"
Omg.
So serious.
It is no different from the male protagonists in his radio drama.
If it weren't for the fear of being reported by the owner next door or downstairs, Pu Tao would definitely stomp and run in circles.
She subconsciously probed her forehead, suspecting that she had a fever, and the source of the disease was Yunjiansu.
Pu Tao pursed her lower lip, trying to block those wanton smiles like melting effervescent tablets: I believe.
Her attitude suddenly weakened by a hundred degrees, as if the arrogant person just now was not herself at all: Then... Can I hear it every day in the future
Yunjiansu: I called the traffic police.
Pu Tao: Don't.
She is enough: good night.
Anyway, there is no hurry for this day, she will think of a new way tomorrow.
The author has something to say: grass (a type of plant)
I really like this ambiguous period