Pasta is so crazy! Exploding the entertainment industry

Chapter 153 That’s really hard on you

Huo Yanheng: "When do you plan to get married?"

Jiang Yuxiao: "That's right. His passive skill has stunned tens of thousands of people. I can only give him zero points."

Mo Zhongyun: "There are still three months to celebrate the New Year. Do you plan to take your boyfriend home to celebrate the New Year?"

Shen Zhiai: "I have a few boyfriends, so try not to let them meet."

Su Jianyu: "If you are old enough, will you choose to marry anyone?"

Jiang Xiyu: "Then I'm really hungry."

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The game progressed very quickly, and the final game came in five minutes. But the popularity of this game has skyrocketed.

#"Heartbeat One Hundred and Forty Days" The female guest's answer reflects my mental state

#Female stars are also being urged to get married? ! !

#陈智爱: How many boyfriends do I have?

#江西宇: If you’re of the right age to get married, then I’m really hungry

Several entries were followed by the word "blast", which resonated with many people.

Fu Jingci: "How is life after marriage?"

Yan Yuxun seemed to have forgotten that this was a competition and blurted out his answer: "We live a very happy life."

"Wrong! One point will be deducted from Yan Yuxun, and one point will be awarded to Fu Jingci."

But he wasn't upset when he heard this, he just looked at Jiang Yuxiao who was already addicted to playing games in silence, with a happy and gentle smile on his face.

Feeling his gaze, she looked back at Yan Yuxun and smiled at her, then started to output to Huo Yanheng again.

Jiang Yuxiao: “Show me your bank card balance.”

Huo Yanheng wanted to answer what she said, but a stench floated towards him, making him almost vomit.

Seeing Huo Yanheng's expression was wrong, Jiang Yuxiao keenly covered her nose. Shen Zhiai saw Huo Yanheng's expression as if he was unwilling, and just when she was about to open her mouth to yell at him, she inhaled a breath of stench.

Shen Zhiai now understood what Huo Yanheng's expression meant, "Ahem!"

"No," Huo Yanheng was so smoked that he could hardly open his eyes. He pinched his nose and asked, "Who farted? I smoked you to death!"

Huo Yanheng was on the show to support the boss, not to suffer in vain.

As soon as Huo Yanheng's voice came out, everyone covered their mouths and noses and left this place of right and wrong.

Mo Zhongyun, on the other hand, was sitting there, his face red and seemed to be suffering from the smoke.

Sun Fangfei stood at the door of the hut, looked at Mo Zhongyun who was sitting there and asked anxiously: "Teacher Mo, why don't you come over?"

Mo Zhongyun's voice was trembling, and he waved his hand to her, "I, I'm fine. You go ahead."

"Oh, okay." Sun Fangfei was just acting, but when he didn't come, she turned around and entered the house.

Jiang Xiyu walked up to Jiang Yuxiao and said in a slightly disgusted voice: "Why did he suddenly explode? Fortunately, I stayed away from him, otherwise I would have suffered."

Jiang Yuxiao waved his hand, as if the air in front of him was also polluted, "Humph, this is the price of greed."

"Eh~" Shen Zhiai stopped Jiang Yuxiao's arm, his little face wrinkled together, "You said he just sat there and didn't get up. Could it be that he had pulled his pants pockets?"

Huo Yanheng came over and rolled his eyes, "I think it's probably true. The worst decision I've ever made in my life was that I just sat next to him."

Fu Jingci looked at Jiang Yuxiao with a wicked smile, "I'm really curious, is Yan Yuxun's food that spicy?"

Jiang Yuxiao raised her eyebrows, her raised eyes full of charm, "How about you go try it?"

Fu Jingci curled his lips and said, "Forget it, I dislike Mo Zhongyun."

Li Yiliang, Deng Dexiang and others could not stand the torture caused by Mo Zhongyun's farts, so they all moved into the hut.

Suddenly, the originally empty living room was filled with people.

Su Jianyu frowned and looked at Jiang Xiyu beside him, "So, when you first answered my question, you already felt it?"

"Yes, I have a better sense of smell." Jiang Xiyu nodded, looking a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Yuxiao suppressed a smile and patted Jiang Xiyu on the shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Xiyu glanced at her angrily, "I hope I can give you this skill."

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Deng Dexiang touched his thick hair and looked at Li Yiliang with a troubled face, "The show can no longer be recorded. We have to find a way."

"You're right..." Li Yiliang nodded, but when he saw Deng Dexiang's actions, he immediately stopped talking and stared at his thick hair.

"What, what's wrong?" Deng Dexiang's back felt cold as he stared at him, and he looked sideways at him.

"You come up with ideas!" After leaving these words, Li Yiliang turned and left.

Deng Dexiang looked at the angry little fat man, oh no, the old fat man, and the monk Zhang Er was confused.

Li Yiliang returned to the backstage angrily. He finally knew why he had become bald at a young age——

It’s all the bad guy Deng Dexiang! He would find a way to solve any problem without using his brain at all. He was the one who got criticized, he was the one who got angry, and he was the one who lost his hair in the end!

Li Yiliang felt aggrieved like an inflated balloon. Looking at his bald head in the mirror, he shed tears silently.

[Is Mo Zhongyun really pulling his pants pockets? He didn't get up for such a long time. 】

[I can smell it through the screen, and I’m still eating! 】

[I finally took a break and ordered a takeaway, but now I’m so sick that I can’t eat it anymore! 】

[I started leaking air when I started playing games, and now I think it has come out [Nine Turns Large Intestine][Nine Turns Large Intestine]]

[Who noticed the conversation between Li Yiliang and Deng Dexiang? When Brother Liang saw Brother Deng’s hair, he immediately stopped doing it hahahaha]

[I noticed it too, hahahaha]

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Deng Dexiang's on-the-spot performance was okay, and he urgently inserted an advertisement, which was a promotional video for Jiang Yuxiao's game.

After all, Yan Yuxun also invested, so there is nothing wrong with placing an advertisement about the sponsor’s father.

Deng Dexiang looked at Mo Zhongyun who was still struggling silently in the video recorder, and said unbearably: "Go and contact Mo Zhongyun's agent, his assistant and 120. I'm afraid he will die if you don't beat him."

He felt that if Mo Zhongyun was not sent away, not only the guests, but also the staff like them would be sent away.

Mo Zhongyun wanted to find a place to die. How could he hang out when fans and passers-by saw him like this?

It's all Huo Yanheng's fault. If he didn't say that he could still persist until the end of the game, he would have been released now.

Mo Zhongyun sat on the spot with his broken jar, and started to release poisonous gas regardless of his image.

There was no living thing within ten meters of him, and if there were, he would be close to death.

Deng Dexiang looked at Mo Zhongyun, who was already showing off his image and had no regard for his image, and felt that his current career was encountering Waterloo.

He had tried his best to broadcast the advertisements endorsed by several guests present and sponsored by the sponsor's father before Mo Zhongyun's agent and assistant arrived.

Since it was in a mountainous area, it was difficult for an ambulance to go up the mountain road, so the assistant carried Mo Zhongyun away.

When Mo Zhongyun left, there was a puddle of unknown yellow object on his buttocks, and the bench he sat on also had this puddle of solid-liquid mixture left behind.