What makes you think I will always like you?

Apparently Chen Lu still remembers that time at the comic exhibition. When he was standing next to Liang Zhirou, no one thought he was Liang Zhirou's boyfriend. Instead, they called him a passerby.

Today is a big revenge.

Several barrages flashed across the screen.

"My dream was shattered just as it began..."

"Ki Zhimu's boyfriend? You deserve to die. No, why the hell should I come in? I deserve to die!"

"My Bai Yueguang...you better sleep with one eye open at night!"

This is the group that reacted more intensely, and they were obviously people who wanted to have their paintings signed offline or who had heard the rumor about the beautiful girl painter.

In addition, there are several messages of blessing from time to time.

Some people who simply appreciate Liang Zhirou's painting skills are rather weird when they speak.

"Mu Zhi Mu Dada, please draw another one, just one, just one. I can do anything."

These barrages made Chen Lu's eyelids twitch twice. He cleared his throat and said, "Don't be excited, don't be excited. Happy New Year everyone."

Liang Zhirou was frightened by the battle. She held Chen Lu's hand tightly and did not dare to say a word.

She didn't know how Chen Lu could still talk and laugh.

This man always seems to have an organized look.

She was looking at Chen Lu. Unexpectedly, Chen Lu turned his head to her ear and said in a volume that only she could hear: "Would you like to try to communicate and give you an extra point?"

Liang Zhirou bit her lower lip repeatedly when she heard this, and finally got discouraged and slowly shook her head.

"Just take your time, don't rush." ​​Chen Lu chuckled and squeezed her hand, "I'll add it to you when you can communicate normally."

Perhaps because this Hanhan already has a fairly sufficient fan base, and because of the gimmick of the activation code, the live broadcast room was extremely lively for the first time. This is probably something that many people have never experienced when they first started live streaming. .

He had also tried to play live games on a whim before. It was obviously a high-end game, but only a few people watched it all afternoon, and he didn't even receive a single free spicy note.

I gave up immediately after a basin of cold water came down.

Not even remotely as silly as this one.

After setting up an activation code to be drawn in 5 minutes and only those with fan cards could participate, Chen Lu stopped caring about it.

Liang Zhirou's reputation as a beautiful girl painter is indeed very popular. The barrage is still very aggressive at this moment, and the entire live broadcast room is sour.

But what's more bizarre is that because he had a cold and his nasal voice was heavier, no one could tell that his voice was very similar to the one in the trending video.

This shocked him. No one asked him if he was Chen Lu, so how could he pretend?

Chen Lu looked at the barrage that filled the screen saying that he was really damned. He sighed hard and said: "Why are you so upset about me? You have never seen Mu Zhimu with your own eyes. Even if you have seen her, she is wearing a mask. So. There’s no need to be sour to me, there’s really no need.”

"Are you saying that Mu Zhimu is not as beautiful as we thought?"

"We imposed the best look on her without authorization, right?"

Although Chen Lu knew he was being modest when he said this, the commentators still felt a little more balanced.

This man really knows how to talk, and his emotional intelligence is not low at first glance.

At this moment, Chen Lu put down the water glass and continued to add: "No, I mean she is actually more beautiful than what you think is the most beautiful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head by Liang Zhirou beside him.

It’s a wise choice to put down your water glass in advance.

......

Somewhere, a boy watching the live broadcast in the dormitory took off his headphones and looked at the video on his mobile phone of Chen Lu suing the Lin Group.

The more it sounds, the more it sounds like.

Could it be that it was really Chen Lu who was talking?

can't...

The boy quickly put down this guess.

Today is the day of the official public beta test of "Regenerative Cells". How could he, as the founder, go to a small live broadcast room to do this.

......

After a while, the scene in the live broadcast room stabilized slightly. Liang Zhirou opened SAI and started drawing. Chen Lu sat next to her and chatted with the barrage, and thanked her for the gift.

If you just live-stream painting, the popularity is destined not to be much higher.

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Anyway, I have nothing to do." Chen Lu said quietly, "Brothers and sisters who didn't get the activation code can also play "Regenerating Cells". If it's not fun, come back." Cut me."

"Anchor, your advertising is too rigid. Who will ask you for promotion in the future?"

Chen Lu slammed the table and said, "Don't insult my character. I swear to God, I won't even confiscate Polaris advertising fees! I promote this game purely out of love for this game."

Liang Zhirou beside her was so amused that she giggled twice. She even made a mistake in the painting and quickly pressed Undo.

This man is a liar and can even lie to others with the truth.

big liar.

"I heard Mu Zhimu laugh, did you brothers hear it?"

"I heard it, I heard it, it's so sweet, awsl."

"Passerby A, are you also a painter?" Chen Lu whispered the question of the eye-catching message worth 30 yuan, and then said straightforwardly: "I'm not, I just rely on my appearance to make a living. I've always been a stickler. She raised me by painting.”

After saying that, he looked at Liang Zhirou with a smile, "right, wife?"

I always felt that Chen Lu would be too embarrassed to say "I'm not your wife" in front of so many people. Liang Zhirou suppressed her blush, but she managed to squeeze out a soft "hmm" with a blushing face.

Somehow, despite being shy, her little desire to support Chen Lu was greatly satisfied at this moment.

A few lonely question marks floated across the barrage, and soon there were more and more, and in the end no Chinese characters could be seen at all.

A group of single netizens knew that Chen Lu had such a good-looking girlfriend, but now they heard that he was a softie, their reaction was understandable.

By the time Liang Zhirou finished drawing half of Tohsaka Rin on the screen, the live broadcast room had become more and more lively.

Those who want to see her draw are probably watching her paintings quietly, and occasionally give her gifts and make comments. Those who like to chat are all interacting with Chen Lu in the barrage area. From commenting on various current games to whether Zhuge Liang would have won if Ma Su had not been sick.

The two sides seemed to be each other's background. Without either one, the live broadcast room would be almost useless.

Chen Lu's chatting with Danmu was like a cross talk. In addition, his speech was relatively friendly, which made it very comfortable to listen to.

Liang Zhirou stopped her painting and looked sideways at the man beside her.

I couldn't help lowering my head and quietly raising the corners of my mouth, then buried my head and continued painting seriously.

She suddenly felt that every day was so interesting now.

Two and a half hours passed in a blink of an eye, and when Chen Lu looked at it again, it was already past eleven in the morning.

"That's it for today. Thank you to all the parents for sponsoring the meal." Chen Lu drank some water to moisten his throat. "The captain's gift is a signed painting from Mu Zhimu. When it will be distributed is to be determined."

Liang Zhirou plucked up the courage to stand up and bowed, "Thank you."

She didn't count carefully, but based on her impression, there must have been at least five or six captains in the past two hours.

Chen Luyou told her that a captain could earn fifty to 100 yuan.

Other people's money didn't come from strong winds. She didn't know how to thank her, so she subconsciously wanted to bow.

"There are no cameras, so they can't see you bowing."

Only then did Liang Zhirou react, "It seems so..."

Chen Luxin said that many anchors now regard themselves as the audience's biological father. If the audience really sees this silly bow, they will probably be moved to death.

Liang Zhirou pursed her lips in embarrassment and walked to the sofa to pack her things.

"Honey, can I still get up with you tomorrow morning?"

When the girl was folding the quilt on the sofa, Chen Lu walked over and gently pulled her to the sofa, asking with a wicked smile.

Liang Zhirou blinked blankly, "I woke up very early. You may not be able to wake up if you set the alarm clock..."

Under Chen Lu's dull gaze, she slowly spoke again: "How about I call you?"

"Silly and silly, not sentimental at all..."

Halfway through, Chen Lu rushed to the computer.

"Fuck! The live broadcast is closed!"