The micro-horse finished running and the money was donated. Suddenly, a man of the school who called Wu Tong so affectionately, Hu Tingsong, was no threat at all. Naturally, Meng Fan smiled and said hello and left.
Seeing Meng Fan walk away, Hu Tingsong felt a little proud, the fat man was quite sensible.
Seeing that these staff members looked at him differently, Hu Tingsong knew that he had achieved his goal. He was so handsome, studied well, had a good family background, and was so caring. In addition, Wu Tong studied under his uncle. In this relationship, Wu Tong will be his own sooner or later!
"Then you are busy first, I will go back."
When the goal was achieved, Hu Tingsong waved his hands in a cool manner, turned around and left, and didn't even ask for a donation certificate, which is not generous.
"Baba came here to donate 3,000 yuan, and it's a shame."
The master with extremely gentle eyes waited for Hu Tingsong to go far away, and then he couldn't hold back and said to Wu Tong like a confidant elder sister: "This pattern is not a little worse than that little fat guy just now. He looks just average. Poor temperament, at first glance, it is a person who will take out his wife if things go wrong after marriage. The clothes on his body look like famous brands, but they are all off-season discounted products, and the family conditions are at best. The belt buckle, tsk tsk, don’t be too lousy .And those nails, oh my god, I can't stand boys with pinky nails..."
A female goddess standing next to Wu Tong chuckled: "God right, you are so full that you don't know what a woman is. Your standard is good, but you can find a man who meets your standard. We are I can't find it!"
The name is Xu Junnuo, who took apart the last name and took the nickname Caoyou, this great god with gentle eyes smiled happily when he heard this: "That's right, my standard boys wouldn't like you rough girls." Women. It is said that fitness is the best skin care product for women. There must be a prerequisite for this. At least when you are exercising outdoors, you should apply it, spray it, and wear it... "
Wu Tong listened to the sunscreen that You Shen Amway recently purchased, while continuing with her current business. She still likes the atmosphere of running around here.
"fat."
Around Zhang kept up with his mobile phone. After walking a certain distance, he laughed awkwardly and gestured at his mobile phone, "Well, just now, it was all live broadcasted. The water friends seem a little...excited."
Zhou Zhou took Meng Fan's mobile phone to confirm the donation amount, but he didn't have time to return it to Meng Fan, so that everything that happened after Hu Tingsong came was photographed by him.
There are more plots of pretending than punching in the face in movies and TV, but it is rare in reality!
For the water friends in the live broadcast room, the one just now is a standard routine of pretending to face.
Hu Tingsong donated 3,000 yuan to show off, so that he could not die, and he asked Meng Fan how much he donated, and he said that it would be the same if he donated more or less. It is more than three times as much as yours!
It's a pity, this sand sculpture anchor is not up to the mark, he didn't grasp such a good opportunity for face-slapping!
What are you thinking brother dei, chasing girls, low-key!
Take out the donation certificate and throw him in the face, what are you waiting for!
Rival in love, the shoehorn's face is all on the sole of your size 45 shoe, and you don't step on it at this time, what kind of mercy are you playing!
Of course, there are also different opinions. They feel that Meng Fan has already slapped him in the face and pretended to be a comparison, but this slap in the face belongs to stamina, and it hurts when Hu Tingsong understands it. As for the comparison, it is more introverted.
Rivals in love, chasing girls and so on, don't girls see this in their own eyes
All in all, because of Hu Tingsong's sudden intrusion, there was a lot of excitement in the live broadcast room. The barrage was full of discussions about face-slapping and costume comparisons, which looked like a seminar on facial-slapping skills for online writers.
"Is it all broadcast live?"
Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, and took the mobile phone handed over by Zhang Zhou. He really didn't have time to look at the virtual projection screen in his mind just now. After looking at the bullet screen, he really didn't know what to say.
However, around Zhang said: "Shui friends want you to say a few more words."
"Yes, say a few words!"
"I want to know what the anchor thinks!"
"You're so humble!"
The water friends in the live broadcast room heard what Zhang Zhou said, and Zhang Zhou helped film such a wonderful scene, but the incident of throwing the mobile phone on the ground before was offset by half.
"What do you think?" Meng Fan felt that after all, there are 70,000 to 80,000 people online in the live broadcast room, so it must be to promote positive energy. .Don’t look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the money, and you can’t let people down.”
"Whether you look down on me or step on my face to pretend to be compared, that's a trivial matter. Anyway, whether you step on it or not, and whether you pretend to be successful or not, the people watching know, you know, that's all. Does he know what's important? People are not allowed to spend 3,000 yuan to enjoy themselves. It’s so boring to figure out everything so clearly!”
Meng Fan originally wanted to say that he knew that there were alumni in the live broadcast room and told them not to speak out, but he thought it was a bit false, and it didn't fit the theme of positive energy.
Besides, there was really nothing wrong with Hu Tingsong, and with his virtue, the possibility of chasing Wu Tong was almost zero, so there was no need to lose any more.
After getting along for so many days, I dare not say anything else. What Meng Fan can guarantee is that Wu Tong doesn't like Hu Tingsong's style. After all, Wu Tong is also a contestant with 18 older brothers and 13 younger brothers. They all treat her very well, how can ordinary men catch her eyes.
"Then, the live broadcast ends here."
Meng Fan pointed the phone at himself, smiled, waved his hand, and said, "I won't go to Songcheng this afternoon, I'll get a good night's sleep and try to broadcast it on the studio at night."
downcast.
After looking at the data, the online peak was more than 87,000 people, and the number of viewers was nearly 300,000 including the runners who frequently turned back to the scene!
[Live Streamer] Process 3: 720,000/1 million.
The up level is raised to level 20.
[Scattering Wealth Boy] has also entered the second stage, and has already distributed 13,000 yuan, and the requirement of the second stage is to distribute 100,000 yuan.
"It's really time for you to show up."
Seeing that Xing Tage had already driven the car over around Zhang, he couldn't help cursing. No one knew how difficult the little donkey that Wu Tong borrowed was hard to ride.
"Brat!"
Xing Tage ignored Zhang's surroundings and gave Meng Fan a punch. He watched the whole live broadcast on his mobile phone, and he had nothing but admiration for Meng Fan. "Go back? Or have a meal first?"
"Of course go back."
If he doesn't take a bath, Meng Fan will go crazy.
"Then let's go."
Xing Tage opened the car door, saw that Zhang Zhou was also coming up, stopped him, pointed to the guardrail over there, and said with a smile: "You want to escape before the traffic accident is dealt with?"
"The wool traffic accident, the railing is fine, the little donkey is fine, it's just me, can't I keep it private with myself?"
"Then you have to return the little donkey."
Pa, Xing Tage closed the door, started it, and left in the dust, leaving Zhang around alone in a mess under the wind and scorching sun.
I still have to drive ten kilometers back!
Why am I here to join in the fun!
What can be done
Resign yourself to fate!
Go back to the little donkey, ride on it, and check the battery. Zhang is not sure if the battery is enough to go back to Huanglong Stadium!
"Student Wu Tong."
Zhou Zhou came to Wu Tong's side with a glimmer of hope, and pointed to the little donkey: "This car..."
"Oh car, just drive to the gymnasium and hand it over to Uncle Sun." Wu Tong asked again, "Did Meng Fan go back? Tell him to go back and take a shower early to avoid catching a cold."
Are they all devils
No one cares about me, right
Full of grievances, Zhang Zhouyou could only call Wang Yanan for comfort, and the call was connected quickly.
"I'm in the library."
Just say a word and hang up.