I can really play with it

Chapter 344 I Believe In Your Acting Skills
Xiao Sai went straight to the broadcast, and he couldn't accept the "Joker" barrage that filled the screen.

What is a clown?

"Performing" with painstaking efforts, thinking that he is right, and going all out to prove it, only to find that he was wrong too much in the end.

This seemingly very common Internet title became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Even his comrades in his small group didn't know how to comfort him.

Because this is really outrageous.

It's like a young couple playing a sex game, and an outsider suddenly rushes up to "declare justice", and even makes things big, and fights with all the fun people who see the truth clearly.

It belongs to the level that you can dig out a three-story villa on the soles of your shoes just by hearing it.

"Take it as black and red. Black traffic is also traffic."

"It's not black and red. I don't understand, but it doesn't feel like it"

"Actually, not many people attacked directly. They were all laughing? 』

"Xiao Sai avoids the limelight and asks the labor union for a few days off." 』

Everyone was discussing this in the group.

"Okay, okay, everyone, let's go, the problem has been solved, misunderstanding~"

Cheng Xuetong appealed to everyone.

""Misunderstand""

"But people downloaded it. 』

"I still have something to do, I'm leaving the microphone first, and I'll leave it to other room managers today~
Qiqi broadcast well, don't leave early.

Goodnight everybody. "

There was a faint sense of triumph in Cheng Xuetong's words, and she expressed the most triumphant mood in the most peaceful tone.

Before Lin Qi could greet her, she had already turned off her voice.

"Tongzi: Let's talk about today's matter tomorrow, I'm a little tired."

『Lin Qi: Well, good night, Hitomi-chan. 』

"Hitomi: Ann. 』

Cheng Xuetong took off the cat-ear earphones, the ease and smile on her face disappeared within a second, her mouth was tightly pursed, and she stared straight at the keyboard on the table.

She rarely wears headphones when she's not working, but today she did.

It all went off the rails from that phone call.

Yes, she shouldn't have answered that call in the first place, no matter how much she wanted to answer it, she shouldn't have answered it.

I had obviously changed my WeChat signature to warn myself, but it was of no use at all.

At this moment, Cheng Xuetong dared not raise her head, did not dare to look to the right, to look at the person she likes the most, is the closest, and is also the person she feels the most guilty about.

Cheng Xuetong suddenly remembered that when she just came back, she came over and rubbed her hair as usual, and asked herself what she did today. It seems that there are not so many classes. She is so boring in the dormitory by herself.

But I understand that this seems to be a question, but it is not in essence.

Because the answer to this question is not important to her, she just wants to express her little emotions after a boring day.

The sentence "It seems that there are not so many classes" in the question is not what she said after checking the class schedule.

She would never investigate anything specifically for this kind of thing.

Because that's who she is.

Even if she uttered an extremely bizarre answer, so bizarre that a person would give up halfway through the answer and turn away, she would listen to it very carefully, and then think seriously for a minute, blinking, and stupidly Say something like, "Are you kidding me again?"

Because she wanted to listen to every word she said, even if she was tricked, she would treat it as a kind of "training" - if she didn't fall for the same trick next time, it would be considered a success!
She is a silly girl in front of herself, or a pure girl, but only in front of herself.

Because she is the person she trusts the most.

But today the most trusted person did something.
So Cheng Xuetong didn't say any reason at the time, but just covered the hand she was rubbing her hair with.

It seemed that he just wanted to see if a person like himself was qualified to have the same body temperature as her.

"Did you go outside to find inspiration? Let me tell you that you don't have a bottleneck."

As she said, there was a hint of complacency in her tone.

It's like showing off your little discovery.

"There's a lot of quarrel over at the wedding dress sauce, isn't it time for you to end the fight!"

There was a lot of expectation in her tone.

Because her means are unlimited, like Nobita's mechanical cat without ears, at least in her heart.

But Tinker Bell will not backstab Nobita
Neither did the former Cheng Xuetong.

Cheng Xuetong remembered the time when her second illness was the most serious in her adolescence, and wrote down a sentence in her notebook.

"I don't want the moon coming to me, I want it to be always cold and bright, always high in the sky, I want to be good enough until I can touch it. 』

moon, moon.
who is the moon
The moon is her.

Even as I grow older, I am more in line with the setting of the moon in the eyes of some laymen.

Because the moon is always hanging in the sky in the eyes of ordinary people, it looks not far away, as if you can reach it with your hand, but in reality it is not the same thing at all.

She is more like a little star resident behind the cumulus clouds, appearing very infrequently, and its light is much weaker than the moon, and only when it appears does it remind ordinary people:

"Oh, that star is always there, it's very beautiful, but it's useless."

Of course, the laity here does not refer to the classmates and teachers around me.

But she is the moon, she is!
Cheng Xuetong took a deep breath and wanted to turn her head.

Just like when she was teased countless times before, she didn't dare to turn her head to look at herself, for fear that she would "fall into the trick" again.

Cheng Xuetong didn't dare to turn her head, she was afraid of seeing a pair of puzzled eyes, a pair of puzzled eyes.

I wondered why I developed things like this. It was obviously just a small rhythm, but I used the most complicated and strange method.

Cheng Xuetong finally turned around.

She didn't look at herself, and she didn't show any complicated expressions.

As usual, she was tracing on paper with a thin pencil.

She had been doing this for a long time, and she couldn't see the details of her hands clearly from this distance.

But I can be sure that there must be a light gray graphite mark on the tip of her right index finger, which is caused by her special posture of holding the pen.

She doesn't like to have the same waist-length hair as herself, and at the longest time, she only left it a little below her shoulders.

But even with this length, when she draws, there will always be a strand of restless black hair falling on the drawing paper, drawing a colorless pattern in a different way from a pencil.

Last time I joked that she must have deliberately made such a lock of hair and the pen in her hand to "steal the show".

She put the tip of the pencil against her well-pointed chin, and said seriously:

"It makes sense."

She is wearing a very energetic suspender denim skirt today.

This kind of skirt looks good only if she wears it, because the breast size is the decisive factor in determining the belonging of this kind of clothes.

Smaller is good, very good, I like smaller ones.

Cheng Xuetong watched for 5 minutes before being discovered by Su Yueliang.

This is also normal, she has always been insensitive to things like eyes, and because of this, she can bloom alone in the outside world ignoring everyone's eyes.

clear.

Clear as always.

She picked up the drawing paper in her hand, and pointed to a two-dimensional girl with long hair reaching her waist and somewhat similar to herself.

"Hitomi, what decoration do you want on this hair?

Bows, hair ties, or hairpins? "

Why
Why do you still ask me such an unimportant off-topic question at this time?
"Ah Liang. Me."

"You want them all again? No! Daba! This will be messy! Your sense of beauty will be ruined."

Su Yueliang placed her hands in front of her in a cute "cross", the posture was a bit like the "squeaky baa" emoji.

Cheng Xuetong remembered that she had asked the same question in the last picture, and that time she had created a new way to tease her in just 0.1 seconds.

On purpose, while she was waiting for her answer, she pretended to change the topic and say another embarrassing thing.

When she asked "what's the matter" with concern, she went back to the original question and said with the expression that most didn't fit the answer:
"I want it all!"

I'm really broken to the bone.

"Susu."

"Come on! Tell me the answer directly, don't try to trick me into scoring twice!"

What a smart idiot.
"Bowknot, off-white."

"Ok~"

Su Yueliang put down the drawing paper and continued to draw.

She has no opinion.
She was not wronged.
She is not sad.
This fact made Cheng Xuetong even more unacceptable.

"Su"

"What's wrong, treasure."

This time she didn't look up.

"I overdid it this time."

"I see."

This answer was so fast that Cheng Xuetong felt that a voltage of just over 36 volts was applied to her body.

Did you see it already?
"Then what shall I do?"

Knowing that asking such a question was stupid and bad, Cheng Xuetong asked it anyway.

"Then you can only act well, but I believe in your acting skills."

Su Yueliang still didn't look up.

(End of this chapter)