Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

On the other side, Zhu Baishao also sent a new message: Did you embarrass brother Qingmu? Then I don’t want it anymore, sorry for bothering my brother.

Aoki: ...

What a considerate and gentle girl! ! His heart began to hurt again.

Aoki shouted silently for a few words before replying: No, no, then I will share his WeChat business card with you directly. It’s just that Mr. Ji goes to bed early at night and may not check his phone until tomorrow morning. If he doesn’t approve your application , I will help you teach him a lesson then.

Zhu Baishao posted a gif of a well-behaved girl sitting and holding a sign with the words "Thank you brother" above her head.

"Well, so cute..."

Aoki automatically put on Zhu Baishao's appearance, which almost made him look cute.

Then he pushed Ji Bai's WeChat message very reluctantly.

Zhu Baishao: Thank you, Brother Qingmu. It’s getting late. Brother, please rest early.

Just throw it away after use, no ambiguity at all.

Aoki couldn't help but hey Naole, she cares about me.

Aoki: Bobo, you should go to bed early, good night.

After wishing Bai Shao a good night, he applied to be added as Ji Bai's friend.

Ji Bai didn't go to bed early today. He rarely logged on to Weibo and looked through it carefully. As expected, there were many strange things there.

Each regular season game in the Spring Split is a best-of-five game, and their W team doesn't win all the games to advance. His female fans will praise them in all the games they win.

But as long as he loses, a passer-by casually remarks that he is not playing well, and his female fans are like ignited explosive barrels. After speaking out to defend him, they will scold them in return. Not only the passers-by will suffer, but even his teammates will not be spared. Pass.

There really is the embryonic form of a cult.

Ji Bai's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He called the W team's operation. After two rings, he was answered.

"Hello, Mr. Ji?"

“What’s going on with my fans on Weibo?”

"Ah... well, those fans..." the manager muttered without giving any explanation.

Ji Bai's voice was a little cold, "Just because I handed over my account to the team for management, doesn't mean I can guide it at will..."

"Hey, hey, no, Mr. Ji, we didn't do any deliberate guidance. Some fans are young. We told them, but they didn't listen..." The operation was also very aggrieved.

Ji Bai sighed, knowing that he had not controlled his emotions well, "I'm sorry... I will manage Weibo by myself from now on, and I will post about this on Weibo tomorrow."

The operator nodded, then realized that Ji Bai couldn't see, and immediately smiled and said: "Okay, okay, Mr. Ji, please rest early."

As for why the operation of Team W is so obedient, it is naturally because Mama Ji has invested in the team and is the second largest shareholder of the club to which Team W belongs.

In a sense, Ji Bai is the crown prince of Team W.

In the original plot, the reason why Ji Bai had no heirs was because his fans attacked his teammates online, placing the blame for Team W's subsequent summer split loss on Zuo Dao, the assistant who made one mistake during the game. The overwhelming abuse in private messages made Zuo Dao suffer from depression, and the team's shooter Zi Qi broke up with the team.

Then there was an extremist among Ji Bai's female fans. She tracked and discovered the relationship between Zuo Dao and Zi Qi. She took secret photos and then made malicious pornographic pictures. The matter became more and more serious.

Zuo Dao's depression worsened and he committed suicide by cutting his wrists, followed by Zi Qi's death in love.

Ji Bai has since retired and disappeared.

Team W is disbanded.

A dynasty collapsed.

……

At this time, Ji Bai had not experienced those pains yet, because of Zhu Baishao, he discovered something was wrong with the fans in advance.

Ji Bai filled up the hot water and lay down on the bed.

hum-

Ji Bai, who had just closed his eyes, opened them again. The mobile phone on the bedside table was shining in the darkness.

He forgot to turn on airplane mode.

With a wave of his long arm, Ji Bai held up his sleepy eyes and turned on his phone.

The same doubts as Aoki popped up in his head, which was a little unresponsive because he was sleepy: Who is Wen Wen?

Verify the message at the next glance: Baishen, my name is Douhu Bobo. I have a question and I want to ask for advice.

Ji Bai blinked his eyes twice, bum? who?

Oh... Han Xin...

Han Xin? !

Ji Bai rested his body on his elbows and half sat up. His handsome face illuminated by the light of his mobile phone revealed hesitation, confusion, and a hint of complexity.

What does this guy want to do? Can't get enough of the heat?

He clicked Agree to add.

Ji Bai: What’s the problem?

Zhu Baishao just took the time to sign the contract for the Douhu platform. At this time, he was wearing a facial mask and watching the system-cut video. He never expected that Ji Bai would pass the friend application so quickly.

Zhu Baishao chuckled and made a voice call directly.

Ji Bai looked at the sudden voice call with a dark look in his eyes.

But he still tapped slowly with his fingertips to answer.

The two of them paused for a moment, and each other's subtle breathing could be clearly heard through the microphone in the dark night.

Zhu Baishao stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on the mask and said, "Is it Baishen?"

Although the voice was soft, it did not directly stick to the tea smell as Ji Bai thought.

"Well, it's me. What do you want from me?"

Ji Bai's voice was distant and cold, as if he didn't care about her.

Zhu Baishao raised her eyebrows. She immediately changed her previously planned strategy plan. She coughed slightly and said in a very formal tone: "Well, Baishen, I am the anchor Bobo, and my real name is Zhu Baishao. I just wanted to ask you something..."

Ji Bai frowned slightly and listened.

"... I have a friend who fell in love with a professional player. She wanted to find out what standards professional players generally have for choosing a spouse..."

The girl's usually numb voice softened her tone, and the entanglement and anxiety in her words almost spilled out of the screen.

"I'm just asking for my friend. She, the one she likes is not from your team, but the jungler Xiyu from the QA team... Can you tell me about this?"

"……Um?"

Ji Bai made a confused syllable in his throat.

When Ji Bai first heard the so-called "I have a friend", he was still a little bored. When he heard that the QA team was playing Ye Xiyu, his expression was a little exciting for a moment.

There was no other reason than that he and Xiyu were really close friends.

If this girl has a crush on Xiyu and deliberately approaches him to get information about Xiyu, it is not incomprehensible...

Understand a hammer!

Can't understand it at all.

There seemed to be a fire burning in the chest, but it was quickly frozen, even colder than Wang Zhaojun's ultimate move.

"you ask me?"

"Ah...yes...can you reveal it, and by the way, help me, um, help my friend keep it a secret."

The order of Zhu Baishao's words was a little confusing. It was obvious that he was concerned about the Master and was a little nervous.

The system that was editing the video made a confused sound, [Host, why did you tell the Son of Destiny this? 】

Zhu Baishao quietly replied in his heart, "You don't understand this... The strategy for flirting with people is very similar to fishing. When encountering such a wild and self-restrained big fish, you can't go straight into the net. Easy to break..."

"I first make a nest to relax his vigilance, then hide the hook in the fish food, stay there for a while and then tighten it... Huh, maybe he won't even react when I tighten the hook."