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The hostess was a little confused.
The director's reaction was the fastest. Seeing the soaring topic volume, he quickly raised a sign: "Let him mention it!"
Those who do this line of work can write very quickly.
The hostess immediately replied: "Yes, if you have any comments, Feng... this audience can speak up."
"I hope your program will receive calls for help in the future, especially how to make your boyfriend happy." Feng Nai paused after saying this: "Please give me some specific reference advice from your program."
"Specific reference?" The hostess was confused. They are emotional programs, how specific are the specific opinions
Feng Nai's voice was light: "For example, don't just send three messages and stop sending them. If you really care about it, keep sending them."
At this time, the army of k-fans who had just watched the base's live broadcast just arrived at the show, and heard their k god's words.
I really don't know what expression to use to express my heart.
"Uh..." The hostess is still very adaptable: "Everyone has heard what this audience said. In the future, you must send at least four messages to your boyfriend."
In the internal control room, someone raised his head: "Speak softly, why do I always feel that my boyfriend has to send more than four messages to coax me when I am unhappy, is it the other way around now?"
"Cover your face, the old fan expressed that he wanted to take away his great god, so don't let him talk about it."
"No, you can't stop him, is it too late to turn into a Bey fan?"
"I think Bey fans will despise us. The god I'm a fan of is too pitiful for his assistant brother."
"Don't dislike it, welcome, welcome, we are all one family."
Feng Nai couldn't see the comments from the internal control room, but even if he did, it wouldn't affect what he wanted to say next: "For example, any text message is not as effective as meeting in person. Standing face to face When hugging or kissing each other, it will make people feel safe."
The hostess was stunned: "This... This seems to be a way to coax girls?"
"I feel sorry for the little goose."
"The little goose probably doesn't know yet. When the assistant brother is here, I am a k-god. I don't even need to use my hands. I rely on feeding."
"I am God K, the best white lotus heroine, no one should compete with him! What kind of advice is there? I clearly want God Bey to go find him now, and then... hum!"
After the hostess watched the show, there was a one-second delay because she didn't know how to answer the conversation.
Feng Nai was very calm and unhurried: "Since men and women are equal, the solution should naturally be figured out."
"...I want to vomit blood!"
"Gender equality can still be used like this?!"
"I lost, I lost. In terms of eloquence, I, God K, really won't lose."
The hostess coughed heavily: "We will learn from experience, the opinion raised by this audience is indeed no one has mentioned it before..."
After all, who is the woman coaxing a man
Miss the past at most.
A man wouldn't call the hotline like Feng Shao did.
Simply a career challenge!
"Did you hear that?" Just as it was about to end, Feng Nai casually said another sentence, even in a slightly low tone.
The hostess smiled and said: "Don't worry, the audience and friends have heard it, and the messages in the internal control room are also very popular. We will take your suggestions to make up for ourselves."
Hearing this, Feng Nai's eyes flickered: "She's not here?"
"Her?" The hostess didn't respond for a while.
Feng Nai frowned slightly, and said in a low voice again: "It's for nothing."
"Huh?" The hostess wanted to regain control of the scene: "What does Mr. Feng mean?"
Feng Nai didn't speak, but only raised his eyes, with one hand still in his trouser pocket, the flow of people in the entire square can be imagined.
He called.
She is gone.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes, as if he was smiling, but that smile was completely different from the one just now, there was no warmth in it, and even when the traces of the smile gradually disappeared, the night wind blew past, and the broken hair fell down, covering his eyes for a moment , some indescribably lonely.
The radio station didn't know the situation: "Hello? Mr. Feng? Hello?"
"Dididi..."
It was the sound of the phone hanging up.
The director patted his head annoyed.
But he is also content, this time, everything is enough!
Both the volume of follow-up and the volume of discussions have broken the previous records of the radio station!
Of course, the speed of speech has always been fast.
It's just that after Mo Bei finished these things, he turned off the radio and didn't listen.
It was because her right hand was injured and she needed to take medicine and recover on time.
Rehabilitation activities are different from others, minesweeper plays mini programs.
When she was doing the fifth set, her eyebrows twitched.
The program was wrong because of the deviation when she swiped the mouse.
Mo Bei looked sideways, reached out and held down his wrist, just looking at the side of his face, he couldn't see the slightest emotional change.
No one will know.
Bey's reaction was slow...
All of this was well hidden by her.
As Yun Shen said before.
When Mo Nan is hiding something, you can still detect it.
Bei is different, what she doesn't want to tell you will always be tight.
If not such a character.
It is impossible for Mo Bei to complete this overseas mission.
In terms of hiding, she is more meticulous than anyone else.
So much so that even Feiying who came to Quancheng with her didn't know that her right hand hadn't fully recovered.
You can do other things normally.
But e-sports itself is a project that consumes the wrist and stretches the muscles. The more detailed the movement, the more it requires the control of the wrist.
To some extent, this was a chronic injury to Mo Bei's hand.
But it's all come to this point.
She can't wait for the next three years.
Not just promised him.
Even the older brother came back and joined the team.
She wants to keep fighting.
Not next year.
Not next time either.
It is this year.
She's going to get that championship!
The night darkened bit by bit.
The one that is not affected by time is probably only the square.
The crowd not only did not disperse, but more and more.
Surrounded by the crowd, Feng Nai buttoned up his mask, his eyes pale.
There were already people he had called in advance over there, and they all came to disperse the crowd when their young master gave an order.
But I didn't expect the young master to give them a look of staying in place at this moment.
why is that
Just when they were wondering.
The young master's call came.
The voice was lazy and careless, and there was a little buzzing through the mask: "Just take a photo of me like this, send it to Hongying, and let him show it to someone."
The bodyguards in black knew who someone was referring to.
The shadows are not here at this time, because the young master sent to protect Miss Bei.
However, they really don't understand why the young master would do this...
(end of this chapter)