Lin Jiu finally realized that Yun Hui might have misunderstood something, and subconsciously sat up straight and wanted to explain. However, at this moment, a head suddenly stuck out from the door of the ward, and Duo Le stood outside with a fruit basket and waved at him: "Hi~ Brother Xiaojiu."
After she said this, she saw the situation in the ward clearly. Seeing Yunhui grabbing Lin Jiu's collar, his mouth opened into an O shape in surprise, and the fruit basket fell to the ground with a bang.
Yun Hui turned around when he heard the movement, but saw Du Le, he slowly loosened Lin Jiu's collar and straightened up: "Why are you here?"
Duo Le was always apprehensive and remorseful when he saw this, and he secretly hated himself why he came here at this time. She picked up the small fruit basket on the ground again and slowly moved into the ward: "Mr. Yun, I'm here to deliver something, and I'll leave after delivery..."
Yun Hui said, "You don't have to go."
Dole was surprised: "Huh?!"
Yun Hui picked up his coat and put it in his arms, glanced at Lin Jiu, and said to Duo Le, "You stay in the hospital to take care of him, and I'll come over at night."
He has cleanliness. Staying in the hospital overnight without changing clothes is the limit, not to mention it was raining on the day of the accident. The clothes were wet and dry, making them uncomfortable. Going to go back and get some clothes.
Lin Jiu called out to him subconsciously, but hesitated: "President Yun—"
Yun Hui paused as he walked out, looked back at him, and said in a cold voice, "What do you call me?"
Lin Jiu was a little unsure of his thoughts: "… Yun Hui?"
When Yun Hui heard the words, he snorted, looking slightly satisfied, and then turned to leave.
Seeing Yun Hui walking away, Duo Le hurriedly pushed Lin Jiu's shoulder: "Did Mr. Yun want to hit you just now?"
Lin Jiu's brain system is disordered, and his language has not yet been organized.
Seeing this, Duo Le thought that he had acquiesced. He said in an anxious tone, and lowered his voice: "I told you a long time ago, don't make him angry, he practiced Sanda, and it's not necessarily who wins or loses in a fight!"
Lin Jiu said, "Of course I won."
His physique may not be able to be strong enough to be in a heaven-defying state, but it is still stronger than a mortal human being.
After Lin Jiu finished speaking, she got off the hospital bed, found her mobile phone, and said to Duole, "I'm going to be discharged from the hospital."
Dole's face wrinkled into a bun when he saw his injury. Unconsciously rubbing his arms, he felt inexplicably hurting his hands: "Your injury is not healed yet, what hospital are you going to be discharged from? Besides, President Yun will come at night."
It was him that Lin Jiu wanted to avoid: "It's okay, I'll tell him when the time comes."
Duo Le couldn't beat him, so he had to go through the discharge procedures for him, and drove Lin Jiu home by the way. I don't know what I remembered on the way, and suddenly asked: "Are you still going to the grand ceremony tomorrow?"
Let's go, Lin Jiu's hand doesn't seem to be very good. It's a pity not to go, after all, it's also a chance to show your face.
Lin Jiu didn't think about it too much, just regarded it as work, and nodded: "Go, everyone else is gone, it's not good for me to be absent."
Dole is not like him, he doesn't listen to things outside the window, and only looks for big scumbags. After telling Lin Jiu about the recent situation on the Internet, he sighed: "I don't know if it's a blessing in disguise, but now there are finally not so many people scolding you, and there are a few more fans, which is gratifying."
Lin Jiu looked out the car window. Seeing the scene receding rapidly, if seeing the time reversing, he slowly said a word. The voice was vague and almost inaudible: "Well, good people have good rewards..."
He remembered those former hosts. Reliving the first life is on the right path, and the ending is always better than the previous life...
Dole disapproved and shrugged: "With all due respect, this sentence is vulgar."
She sent Lin Jiu home and left, making an appointment to pick him up to the gym the next day.
Lin Jiu took a bath alone, and then put on her clothes with difficulty. Without wiping his wet hair, he sat directly at the desk and turned on the computer, and looked at his latest score ranking in "Shenwujing"—
Because there are too many ahead of others, the ranking has not dropped yet, but if you don't play the points game for a long time, you will definitely be overtaken by others.
Fans noticed that Lin Jiu didn't move for a long time, and they were obviously quite puzzled. After all, the end of the month was the critical period for promotion, and many people were privately asking him if something happened.
Lin Jiu unconsciously touched his injured right hand. Even if he uses mental power to speed up the healing of the wound, it will take a month at the earliest to fully recover.
After thinking for a moment, he still logged out.
Lin Jiu was about to go to sleep when she suddenly remembered another thing. He picked up the phone, typed with one hand, edited for a long time, and sent a message back to Yun, telling him that he had been discharged from the hospital.
As for what the other party said about reconciliation today, Lin Jiu was 100% sure that Yun Hui had misunderstood something. He was willing to explain, but when he thought of the other party's temper, he was a little hesitant.
I always feel like I'll be killed if I explain it clearly...
Lin Jiu stared at the screen and pondered for a moment, and finally decided to find a chance tomorrow to clarify with Yun Hui. I put my phone on the bedside to charge and went to bed.
At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, the gymnasium opened its internal entrance on time. This popular anchor selection is an event jointly organized by the three platforms. It is no exaggeration to say that most of the Internet celebrities will be present, so one can imagine how lively it is. Tickets are even more expensive.
The presenter needs to come in early. The guest seat area under the stage has been filled with people one after another. Looking at the handsome men and women at a glance, I only feel that half of the Internet world has come. The cameraman is carrying the lens around to record, and the Yogurt platform will also broadcast the whole process.
Lin Jiu entered the venue through the special channel of the guests. At this time, the audience hadn't come in yet. Only the anchors who participated in the event were putting on makeup and preparing for the show in the background.
Dole wears a blue job badge around his neck, a sun hat, and black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. She led Lin Jiu to the guest area, and said worriedly, "I'll go to the auditorium when the ceremony starts, please don't make a fuss, just sit in your seat and wait until the end of the show. You can go."
On such a grand occasion, most male anchors are dressed in formal clothes, and some even wear makeup.
Lin Jiu seemed to be simply overdoing it. He was wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a thin coat draped over his arms, blocking his injured right arm, which was in line with his usual low-key style.
The sun is bright and hanging in the air, such a fresh and clean man can't help but make people look at him again and again.
Lin Jiu nodded to Duo Le: "Then I'll go and sit first, you can also find a place to sit."
There are many people around him secretly looking at him, all kinds of eyes fell on him, intertwined into an airtight net. Lin Jiu went to the rehearsal position that day and wanted to sit down, but found that someone was already sitting in her seat, and couldn't help but startled.
The person occupying Lin Jiu's position was a beautiful girl, who was probably also the anchor of station Y, who looked familiar but couldn't name her.
As usual, Lin Jiu would probably let her, but the guest seats were all seated according to nameplates, and there was no way to change the position.
Lin Jiu reminded: "Hello, are you sitting in the wrong seat?"
Unexpectedly, the girl shook her head, turned her brand name over to show him, and pointed to the front kindly: "Lin Shen, this is my position, yours is in the first row."
She was a new anchor, and out of respect, she called him Lin Shen.
Lin Jiu followed her gaze, but saw that it was the outermost position in the first row, and was a little surprised: "But my position was here during the last rehearsal."
The girl hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and whispered to him: "President Yun just asked the venue organizer to change it."
After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but glance at Lin Jiu, the spirit of gossip was burning, and the villain in her heart screamed and covered her mouth: God, it is said on the Internet that Yunshen and Lin Jiu will get back together, shouldn't it be true?
Lin Jiu finally understood what a headache was now. He bravely walked to the outermost vacant seat in the first row and took a look at the name tag next to him, only to find that it was indeed his name.
"Lin Jiu?" A man next to him suddenly called out to him.
Lin Jiu heard the sound and looked, but saw that it was Xiujie. There was a vacancy between the other party and him, and instead of his usual attitude of treating him coldly, he asked aloud, "Is your injury better?"
Lin Jiu nodded: "It's much better, thank you for your concern."
He didn't deliberately show off the injury he left behind in saving people, and covered his arm with his coat. After entering the venue, there was no conversation around, and the low-key attitude made people feel good.
Xiujie hesitated. He actually wanted to ask if Lin Jiu's wound would leave any sequelae, which would affect the live streaming of games in the future. But I felt it was too direct, so I swallowed the words and said, "Take care of your injuries, and we will broadcast live together when you have time in the future."
First-line gods like him and Yunhui, in fact, rarely live broadcast with others. This sentence is just a disguised help, and I want to help him attract popularity for free.
Lin Jiu remembered her trumpet, and shook her head slowly and refused: "Thank you, no, I'm not very good at games."
Every anchor has his own usual style of play and combat, and familiar fans can tell at a glance that it is a little dangerous to broadcast live on a large scale. Lin Jiu kept in mind Dole's advice, that if you lose your mother, you can't lose your horse.
Xiu Jie knew that he was good at cooking, so he didn't think much about it when he heard the words. He touched the tip of his nose and comforted him casually, "Just practice more. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
Lin Jiu was humble and nodded: "Well, good."
Yun Hui came over at some unknown time, just heard their conversation, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Xiujie: "Does he need to ask you?"
No.1 in the overall ranking of anchors in the three major platform game areas has always been Yunhui. How could there be a reason for not asking the first question, but instead asking Xiujie, the second child of ten thousand years
Xiujie raised his hand and surrendered, not arguing with him: "Yes, yes, if I want to ask, I will also ask you."
Yun Hui put one hand in his pocket, looked at Lin Jiu again, and tapped the edge of the table in front of him: "Get up."
His place is inside.
Lin Jiu's eyelids jumped when she saw Yun Hui, and she felt a rather thorny feeling for some reason. Wen Yan got up from the chair and made room for him.
Yun Hui walked in and took a seat, glanced at Lin Jiu's arm, remembered what happened yesterday, and began to look through old accounts, frowning, "Why didn't you wait for me at the hospital yesterday?"
Of course to hide from you.
No matter how stupid Lin Jiu was, he knew that he couldn't say these words, but he was not good at lying, so he could only touch the tip of his nose, and said after deliberation, "The discharge procedures that Duo Le did for me..."
I'm sorry, I can only use her as a pot.
Yun Hui's expression softened a little when he heard that, and he glanced at him with an awkward tone: "Your injury is not healed yet, what kind of hospital will you be discharged from, you will listen to her when she says she will be discharged from the hospital?"
The author has something to say: Dole (looking up at the sky, crying bitterly): God! Injustice! Is Dou E wronged by me? ! Lin Jiu, you dead white lotus!