Su Cheng said that she was hungry, but it was just an excuse to take Bol away.
Besides, the dining tables of these media staff are far away from the KPV, so she can't cross the rules and enter the infield table, and it's not easy to bring Bol to her.
There is no other reason. When I first entered the scene, I complained to the two male classmates who were walking with me, and I could see that the two gossiped a lot. Although the two of them don’t play PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, there is no guarantee that they don’t know each other. KPV, if the two of them see her and Bol walking together at that time, who knows if there will be some gossip.
In short, everything must be careful, so as not to cause trouble for Bol first.
Hey, Su Cheng thinks that she is really a reasonable woman.
I don't know which man will be so lucky to marry her as his wife in the future.
But to avoid suspicion, she didn't forget the business that Tang Jiaxin had been talking about.
"Oh, that's right, that's the one..." Su Qiang lowered her head and clasped her hands restlessly, "I have a very good friend, my roommate, named Tang Jiaxin, nicknamed Sandwich, She likes you very much, can you help her get an autograph of the four of you, she wants to keep it as a family heirloom... "
After hearing this, Bol agreed almost without hesitation: "Yes."
"She also specially brought a team uniform, which she wore to the game with me last time. It is of commemorative significance to her. She wants to sign it, is that okay?"
"Okay," Bol glanced into the banquet hall, but didn't catch a familiar figure, "But I don't see my teammates now, why don't you go and get that team uniform first?"
Su Cheng patted her head, almost forgetting the most important thing.
The team uniform is in Tang Jiaxin's backpack, and she is still watching the camera at the entrance of the banquet hall.
In the current situation, she can't swagger and lead bol to go with her...
She didn't even dare to think about the rate of turning back.
She said, "Why don't you wait here, I'll go find Sandwich and let her come to you?"
Someone had to watch the machine, and Tang Jiaxin wanted to see a real KPV person crazily, this was the best way she could think of.
"But I prefer you to come to me..." Bol blinked, his eyes were as bright as stars.
It seems that the reluctance to meet strangers is written all over his face.
"That, that..." Su Cheng couldn't make sense of the myth when she saw that stare, and said with a blushing face, "Why don't we come over together, because Sandwich really likes you, and she will be happy when she sees you." Very happy, she is my good friend, I hope she is happy. If it is difficult... … "
If it's difficult, she'll think about it again.
Bol shook his head: "There is nothing difficult, you guys come here together."
He snapped his fingers again: "I almost forgot, the organizer arranged a lounge for us, why don't you come and find me in the lounge. Just in time, you haven't eaten yet, right? There is food in the lounge."
"Then how embarrassing..." Su Qiang said so, and immediately turned around and went back the same way, "Wait for me, we'll be right over."
When Su Cheng returned to the door, Tang Jia said heartily, "You've been going to the bathroom long enough."
Su Cheng made a face at her.
Hurt me as much as you want now, and later you will hold me and cry to thank me for my share.
She said to another girl: "Xiao Xiao, can you help us check the opportunity first, let's leave for a while and be right back!"
"Success." The classmate surnamed Xiao had a good temper and readily agreed.
leave? Where are you going
Tang Jiaxin was confused, and was dragged by Su Qiang to the corridor.
"Shortbread, why are you going?"
"Take you to a good place."
She took Tang Jiaxin's hand, followed the instructions given by bol, and found the upstairs lounge.
Su Qiang knocked on the door, and a man who looked like an assistant came to open the door.
Tang Jia was puzzled, so she turned her face sideways to look at Su Qiang, turned her head, and saw Bol sitting on the sofa, and instantly lost her composure: "Bol, God Bol... this, this, this..."
She turned her head to look at Su Qiang again, blinking wildly, with doubts written all over her face.
Bol took two steps with his long legs: "Shortbread said you want kpv's signature, I think it will be more convenient in the lounge."
"Yes, yes, me, me, my team uniform!"
Su Qiang tapped her on the head: "You look less promising than me, your team uniform is in your back bag."
"Hehe, yes." She remembered.
Tang Jiaxin took out the jagged team uniform from her bag, and handed it over with both hands: "God Bol, please sign it."
Bol signed the elegant name: "The captains may be busy now, I don't know when they will come over."
"Then..." Although she can wait, but work does not wait for anyone, and it is already very unprofessional to slip away for a few minutes, so I can't bother Xiao Xiao to keep looking at the camera.
"Why don't you put the team uniform here first, and I will contact Shortbread after signing."
"That would be wonderful."
"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Bol pointed to the table behind him, "There are snacks here, eat some."
Not to mention dinner, the two of them have been busy all day, and they didn't even bother to eat lunch.
Su Qiang and Tang Jiaxin couldn't resist the temptation, stretched out their sinful hands, and quickly settled a small cake. After wiping their mouths, they had to rush back to the venue to work.
Before leaving, Su Qiang was holding the door open and refused to leave, wanting to look at bol more, but Tang Jiaxin forcibly pulled her away.
On the way back, Tang Jiaxin grabbed Su Qiang's arm and asked, "Tell me, when did you and Bol get to know each other so well?"
"It's okay, I'm not too familiar..." Su Qiang held her face, looking like she wanted to laugh but felt embarrassed.
Tang Jiaxin looked at her expression, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "That's okay? If you're not familiar with me, he can let you go through the back door like this, enter the lounge if you say it, sign it if you say it, and give it some snacks, huh? It doesn't matter. Why?"
"Oh, don't think too much, bol is such a kind and enthusiastic little cutie..."
With such good intentions, Su Qiang might still be suspicious if she put it on someone else, wondering if the other party was planning something, but if it was a bol, she wouldn't think too much about it. What's more, after experiencing the oolong of misunderstanding Bol's sleepy fan last time, her guilt towards Bol has not allowed her to have any crisis of trust in Bol.
"Look at you, bol left your team uniform just to help you collect kpv signatures, what about you, you are still arranging him here, you talk about you, you touch your conscience, ask yourself , do you think you did the right thing?"
"You're right, my thoughts are dirty." Tang Jiaxin was so ashamed and speechless by Su Qiang's words, she began to reflect on herself.
Bol is so innocent, so cute, and so generous to help her sign, how can she doubt the other party with a villainous heart!
Bah, bah, bah, she's really not a thing.
…
After Su Qiang and Tang Jiaxin left, Bol kept in mind that he wanted to help Su Qiang's friend get an autograph, so he easily put the black pen into his pocket, but his fingers touched something hard in his pocket.
He frowned and took out something, it was a room card.
Many of the anchors who came here today are not locals of City A, and the live broadcast locations are not usually in City A. They come all the way, and a platform with deep pockets like FCTV will naturally be responsible for the accommodation.
What's more, at the annual meeting, drinking and bragging is naturally indispensable. Fc specially thoughtfully opened a room for each anchor in the hotel, intending to let everyone open up and drink, don't worry about getting drunk and not going home.
As for the two female anchors just now, even though they got the seats by spending money on their own, as long as they attended, the treatment is the same, and the organizer still arranged rooms for them.
The slightly different thing is that the level of kpv is the presidential suite, and they can live in a luxurious room at most.
At that time, one of the female anchors put her hand into his coat pocket, and it wasn't his purse that he thought of.
Instead, he stuffed a room card into his pocket.
There are also two lip prints on the room card, one is bright red and the other is a little purple.
Bol thought about it, and it seemed to be exactly the same color as the two girls' lips.
Is this fucking inviting him to their room
Still want three people together
! ! !
Disgusted and terrified, Bol threw the key card into the trash can vigorously, and he was forced to find a wet tissue and wipe his fingers without being a clean freak.
After wiping his hands, he still felt uncomfortable all over, so he took off his coat in a daze.
Chance happened to see this scene when he came in: "Too hot?"
Although there was a heater in the lounge, it wasn't that hot.
Bol responded perfunctorily, and took the team uniform from the side: "You sign it."
"Huh? Who is it for?" Chance asked while signing.
"My friend's friend."
"Which friend of yours? At the scene today?" Chance felt strange, logically speaking, he knew all of Bol's friends, and almost all of them were acquaintances in the e-sports live broadcasting circle. Come over with a team uniform, and I won't pick today's day.
"You do not know."
Chance realized some time ago that bol seemed to know a special friend, and he kept it a secret. Bol looks like a deceitful person, but when it comes to critical moments, his mouth is very tight, and he is determined not to utter half a word if he doesn't want to say it.
He gave up asking and looked at his watch. The dinner party was about to officially begin: "Let's go first."
"Oh." Bol got up and left.
Chance pointed to his coat with his chin: "Put it on."
The temperature in the corridor outside is not much lower than that in the lounge. Bol only wears a thin T-shirt, so he catches a cold easily.
"No, dirty."
"..." Chance, the clean freak himself, said that he didn't see where the new clothes were dirty at all.
Chance didn't know what his temper was, but he just asked lightly, "Your friend will be there later."
"exist."
"Oh—" Chance dragged on, "When the time comes, all the men will be wearing jackets, well, you're the only one wearing short sleeves, what do you think others think of you?"
How else to look at it, the audience is either in suits or overcoats, but he is wearing short sleeves, others must think that this person is weird and looks like a fool.
Chance added to the fire: "It's okay, young man, it's okay to be a maverick, as long as your friend doesn't think you're stupid."
"..." Bol picked up the clothes, thought for a while, only the pockets were dirty, and it seemed that he could barely wear them.
The author has something to say: bol: I’m not stupid at all:) Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who voted for [Mine]: 1 book of tiredness;
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5 bottles of Dummer;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!