Dissuade you from the live broadcast?I, destiny hit the worker

Chapter 83 083. Niche and Trendy?I know this!
Song Haozhe was dumbfounded, he didn't know how to refute at that moment.

He had never met such an outspoken person in his life, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

Xu Jiaxin's face was also livid.

There may be some problems that others can refute when they say this, but he has seen Jiang Yan's level before.

The dumbbell in the gym is still fresh in his memory!

Talking about this to a guy who has trained himself to be a monster, isn't that courting death?
Jiang Yan was very polite when he said that, and he probably gave him Xu Jia new face.

He appreciates it.

But at this time, the effect of his following is manifested.

"Actually, those of us who train as idols have to go on a diet, and our bodies are naturally incomparable to those of professional fitness... Hao Zhe is already pretty good in the entertainment industry."

Jiang Yan was amused.

The one called Song Haozhe has a maximum of 110 catties with skin, no more.

To be honest, Jiang Yan has seen skinny ones, but he has never seen one with skinny arms and legs like a little rooster.

A face was smeared pale, as if the carpenter's craftsmanship was too rough and he was patched with white paste after being stabbed twice. For those who didn't know, he thought it was a statue of a little ghost who ran out of the temple, or a starving ghost.

That's it, make up!

That appearance, from head to toe, except for the fact that she has no breasts, people would believe that she is a woman.

That's all, it's not bad?
"When speaking out of conscience, you can still focus on it meticulously. Boy Xu has a bright future."

Jiang Yan thought to himself, giving Xu Jia new face.

"Well, I don't quite understand that."

After finishing speaking, he continued to lower his head to grill the rice, and even grabbed a big oily chicken drumstick and gnawed fiercely, making Xu Jiaxin gulp.

Xu Jiaxin breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Haozhe, who reacted relatively slowly, began to turn blue, white, and red at this time, as if the RGB light strip was turned on.

"Hao Zhe, I'm going to get something to drink, what do you want?"

Xu Jiaxin hurriedly smoothed things over, trying to bring back the atmosphere.

"Just milk, there's nothing to drink in this place. Oh, by the way, I can't drink cold ones, let the kitchen heat it up for me, it's about 75 degrees..."

"Yes~ I understand~ Irregular menstruation, you need to drink something warm."

Jiang Yan threw the chicken bone on the dinner plate with a "dang" sound, and muttered in his mouth, causing all the girls to cover their mouths and laugh.

They have long disliked Song Haozhe.

Now that Jiang Yan said that, not only did he not feel rude, but he was very relieved.

But on the other hand, the person involved is not so comfortable.

Only then did Song Haozhe realize that the guy sitting across from him was not a good stubble!

Unfortunately, it is too late to find out now, and it is time to decide the outcome.

Song Haozhe's mind was racing, but he couldn't think of a rebuttal. Looking at it like that, he was about to cry.

Xu Jiaxin on the side reckoned that this guy would not be able to sleep when he went back tonight, maybe he would have to suffer from insomnia for a long time before he could remember a rebuttal, and then he would suffer from insomnia for a few more days because he couldn't spray it back on the spot.

Don't ask him how he knows.

"Well... everyone is a student of Central Opera, what kind of music do you usually like?"

Xu Jiaxin sat back in her seat.

Just kidding, if you really want to get some milk back at this time, you won't be hated by this kid Song Haozhe?
Although this turning point is blunt now, it is already the limit of what he can do.

It not only alleviates the embarrassment, but also mentions the points in place, and does not offend others.

Xu Jiaxin felt that he was really a little clever ghost.

As for Song Haozhe, he also seemed to realize something, and changed the subject as soon as his face was calmed down.

"That's right, everyone likes music very much, doesn't Brother Jiang always want to sing?"

When he picked up the conversation, he aimed at Jiang Yan again!

During this period of time, the fact that Jiang Yan can't sing has spread throughout the program group.

Even though Song Haozhe didn't know how to do it, at least he seemed to be better than someone else, so he caught the loophole all of a sudden.

and……

"It's all through the back door. Why do you just recite poems so simply, and I'm a talk show?"

Song Haozhe refused to accept it, and must find his way back today!

Sure enough, as soon as he introduced the topic, the girls also became interested and chatted about it.

In the end, the topic turned back to Song Haozhe.

Hao Mengmeng winked and didn't throw the flames at Jiang Yan, letting him eat with peace of mind, but threw the question back to Song Haozhe.

"Brother Jiang, what about you?" Song Haozhe looked at Jiang Yan.

"We've talked so much, and you're being lazy?" Hao Mengmeng brought the conversation back.

"Me, what I like is the feeling of loneliness and solemnity. You may not have heard of it, it's all niche music."

Song Haozhe regained his energy, like a little peacock spreading its tail.

When Jiang Yan heard this, he almost laughed out loud.

"God TM minority music, what kind of music classification is this?"

"How small is small? The kind that no living people listen to?"

"And what's the situation with this guy? Why is he catching me forever?"

Jiang Yan originally thought that a few words of insulting him would make him more honest, but who knew that this guy would become more and more courageous?

This time, he was not used to it, and directly fired at full power.

"Lonely, solemn, still in the minority?" Jiang Yan laughed out loud, "Then I know that!"

After a pause, he tentatively asked:
"The Great Compassion Curse?"

Jiang Yan's serious nonsense made the people around him burst into laughter.

Song Haozhe was stupid.

"Uh...not that old, very trendy."

Jiang Yan suddenly realized.

"Oh, I see, the electronic version of the Great Compassion Mantra!"

After a concluding statement, the people around couldn't help but roar with laughter.

This time, Song Haozhe completely collapsed.

Visible to the naked eye, the whole person has changed from a proud little peacock to a little hen who was left among a hundred breeders for a night.

Sweat stains were visible to the naked eye from the thin and see-through shirt.

Even the bangs that were pulled up by a lot of pomade on the forehead were limp and stuck to the forehead.

"It's almost there, then I'll go first."

Jiang Yan saw that the fire was ready, and stood up with an empty plate.

When passing Song Haozhe, he didn't forget to pat him on the shoulder.

"Listen to me, eat more. It's an age, and Buddhists don't delay eating meat."

After finishing speaking, he went to the plate recycling corner amidst the laughter of the little girls.

And here...

Xu Jiaxin looked at the downcast Song Haozhe, and his heart was full of sympathy.

A good spirited guy, now he looks like an eggplant, and there is the oil-stained handprint on his shoulder...

"You said you're fine, why did you provoke him?"

Xu Jiaxin was speechless for a while.

Then, he saw fighting spirit ignited in the eyes of the boy who didn't know how to die.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

This scene seemed familiar to Xu Jiaxin!
At that time, he was also so persistent, always thinking that with his own strength, he could win back no matter what.

Then every time I stood up, I was slapped down with a slap.

Once you get hit and hit, you get used to it.

(End of this chapter)