What do I need these million fans for?

Relatives of Doraemon? !

Yue Qing couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Do I look like a fat blue man?" he asked rhetorically.

The man looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "It's all blue anyway."

This is true, Yue Qing is wearing a lake blue coat today, if he sewed a white pocket on the front, maybe he can really cosplay Doraemon.

"Hey, where did you hide your things?" the man asked curiously.

Yue Qing made a fool of himself, and said with a smile: "You have already said that I am a relative of Doraemon's family, so the things are naturally in the four-dimensional pocket!"

The man probably didn't expect Yue Qing to say that, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said casually: "Fourth-dimensional pocket? Then don't you want to do this when you take out things?"

As the man spoke, he lifted the front of his coat, and said with a wretched smile, "Hey hey, look, I'll take out a big treasure for you from the clothes."

He was originally a handsome little brother, but with such actions and such words, there was an indescribable sense of joy all over his body.

Yue Qing couldn't help laughing again.

He noticed that the other party was also wearing a coat, and asked him if he was from the cross talk group, but the guy had an inscrutable look on his face, with one hand behind his back, the other touched his chin, and said: "The secret of the sky must not be revealed." .”

"If you didn't say that cross talkers are all inferior." Yue Qing said.

After solving his personal problems, he put the things beside him back into his clothes one by one.

Unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes, he found that the guy was staring straight at him.

"Are you playing ancient color tricks?" the man asked.

"You can't say that, I just know a little superficial." Yue Qing scratched his head embarrassingly, "A truly powerful person can hide a brazier in his clothes, so I'll hide some gadgets."

"That's amazing! It's the first time I've seen the ancient color trick!" The man said with emotion, "It's a pity that we are not in the same project, otherwise I really want to watch it, it must be very exciting!"

"Actually... we may really be a project." Yue Qing whispered.

At first, that person didn't quite understand what Yue Qing meant.

But when the competition started, his jaw dropped when he saw Yue Qing on stage.

"Fuck! Are all the jugglers talking about cross talk?" He couldn't help exclaiming.

The people around looked sideways when they heard the words, and asked him why he made such a statement.

"That fan is a juggler! Later he can conjure a bunch of things out of his coat!" the man said.

Logically speaking, this is an act of digging.

However, none of us have ever seen someone talking about cross talk while doing tricks. Hearing what he said, he was full of anticipation, staring at the stage without blinking, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.

Yue Qing didn't know what was going on in the audience, but he could feel everyone's almost solid eyesight, and swallowed nervously.

This is how the same thing?

Why did everyone suddenly become focused?

In such a distracted effort, he should have taken out a flashlight from under his clothes, but instead he took out a lighter.

"Flashlight! You call this a flashlight?" Tan Chang reminded.

"Didn't they both fail to light up?" Yue Qing said casually.

"Can it be the same? A lighter is an open flame, but we are now in a flour mill." Chen Zhenyu said.

"And then?" Yue Qing asked.

Since he went to the toilet just now, he forgot which secret door he put the flashlight in, so he could only find it by groping.

"To be honest, how did you get into N University? Flour, dust, will explode when exposed to open fire!" Tan Chang said.

"Oh... I didn't learn this in school." Yue Qing said.

"No, you have to learn." Tan Changdao, "No open flames in flour mills, this is common sense."

"So you have to use a flashlight, not a lighter?" Yue Qing asked.

Tan Chang was a little strange, in his impression Yue Qing was not the kind of person who would change words on the spot.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense today! Didn't you bring a flashlight?" Tan Chang asked.

Brought... but can't find it...

The things Yue Qing carried were palm-sized gadgets. Although they were called flashlights, they were actually only finger-sized.

It can't go on like this!

Just when Yue Qing didn't know what to do, he suddenly touched a boxy object.

He collected himself and said, "Who still uses flashlights these days! We all use smartphones with built-in flashlight functions."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone from his clothes.

Originally, it was just to save the field, but such a short paragraph was temporarily added, but unexpectedly won the applause of the whole hall.

Yue Qing didn't know why everyone laughed so happily, but he relaxed a lot this way, and the next performance went smoothly.

However, after watching his performance, some people in the audience couldn't help but started whispering.

"Hey, have you paid attention to the big V's affairs?"

"Who doesn't know this! It is said that he is also a contestant in the cross talk group, and I don't know who the real deity is... If you ask this, you must be a big V, right?"

"How could I be a big V? What I mean is that the big V said on Weibo before that he was practicing ancient color tricks. We watched so many performances, and only these two people used ancient color tricks in their performances... Do you think big V will be among them?"

"No way? If I have such a face, what skills do I need?"

"That's right, girls nowadays are all about looks, and it's possible to chase after a handsome girl! But if you look at the things that big V posts on weekdays, you can see that they are poor girls who put their sweetheart in their hands and take care of them. "

"Hasn't someone already done a profile on the Internet? The big V should be about 30 years old, a bachelor with a gentle personality but an ordinary appearance."

"That's wrong. Big V's ability to participate in the competition proves that he is still a student at school. How could he be around 30 years old? I don't think this profile is very reliable."

"Maybe it's the ravages of love, premature aging."

Yue Qing didn't know what everyone was discussing, but when he walked backstage, he suddenly felt his nose itchy and sneezed several times in a row.

"My God, how many people are talking about me!" Yue Qing said with emotion, blowing his nose.

"At least there must be a hundred NO.80 people." Tan Chang said, "Speaking of which, you were able to respond on the spot just now! You actually took out your phone directly!"

"The flashlight is too small, it may have fallen into the cracks of the clothes." Yue Qing sighed, and said, "After changing clothes next time, I should just find a place to sit down. Everything is wrong.”

"Isn't it? If you don't do a good job in the mechanism, it will be really interesting to walk all the way!" Tan Chang said with a smile, "You walk in front, and a group of people follow behind to pick up things, then Scenes……"

"The picture is too beautiful to imagine." Yue Qing said, covering his face with his hands.

After changing their clothes, the two of them went to meet Dai Lin and Chen Zhenyu, but they couldn't find them anywhere.

"We agreed to meet at the door, where are they? Could they have fought with someone somewhere?" Tan Chang muttered.

"How can there be such a coincidence?" Yue Qing shook his head and called Dai Lin.

The call was connected quickly, but the other end sounded very noisy.

"Where are you?" Yue Qing asked.

"The door...to be precise, it's outside the door." Dai Lin said, "You should be able to see us when you come out."

"What's going on outside? Why does it sound so chaotic?" Yue Qing asked, "You won't be fighting with others again?"

"It's about the same, but this time it's a fight." Dai Lin sighed, "This matter has something to do with you."

"Is it related to me?" Yue Qing felt a little puzzled.

It turned out that when Yue Qing and the others went to the competition, Chen Zhenyu couldn't bear the loneliness, so he wanted to go outside to exchange feelings with the members of the fan club.

According to him, he wants to be a fan in the future, so he naturally needs to go deep into the masses to understand the situation in order to better unite the masses.

As it turned out, by coincidence, the first person he met was Yue Qing's black fan.

In fact, it is not accurate to say that person is a black fan. He is like the guy who cosplayed Yue Qing on Weibo before, relying on his own imagination to imagine Yue Qing as another completely unrelated person.

According to his description, the emotional big V should be the kind of charlatan who seduces little girls with jokes.The so-called single-minded use of emotion is just an illusion, because it is impossible for a truly honest person to know so many skills.

Chen Zhenyu was unhappy when he heard this, and said: "Theory and practice are two different things. I can also memorize the periodic table of elements! Do you think I am Mendeleev?"

In this way, the two started arguing on the street.

Who is Chen Zhenyu?He's been an excellent cross talk player since elementary school!

It didn't take long for that imaginative fan to lose out.

But Chen Zhenyu didn't think it was enough, so he went around looking for someone to challenge, as if he was very familiar with the big V.

Although he is indeed very familiar with big V, but in the eyes of fans, he is just pretending.

This guy's super chat level is only level 5, and he can't even be considered a senior fan. How can the big V call him a brother?

Moreover, it is a tradition for big Vs to reply to private messages, which does not explain anything.

He himself said that whenever he sees interesting content, he will reply.

When Yue Qing rushed to the scene, he saw Dai Lin was sitting on the curb eating melon seeds bored, while Chen Zhenyu was standing on a high place talking to the scholars.

"This guy has never quarreled with others because of me." Dai Lin complained, "Now I seriously doubt whether he has me in his heart..."

"Because the president has always been able to solve things with his hands, and he will never waste his words." Tan Chang said with a smile.

"Tsk, because I know he can't be blamed when things happen." Dai Lin said, "By the way, are you two eating melon seeds? He's in the middle of a high, and it probably won't end in a while."

"How's the battle going on with the vice president?" Yue Qing grabbed a handful of melon seeds and asked.

"Who knows... But this guy has always been open-minded. I guess you will have to retreat under our cover in a while." Dai Lin said, "Why don't you run first and I'll kill you?"

"It's not so exaggerated!" Yue Qing said in shock.

He ate two melon seeds and thought it tasted good.

Just as he was about to ask Dai Lin where he bought the melon seeds, he saw someone walking over and asking, "How do you sell the melon seeds?"

"Ten yuan a handful, you can count as much as you grab." Dai Lin said.

"Ten yuan? Why is it so expensive!" the man asked.

"The price starts from the floor, whether you like to buy it or not." Dai Lin said, "Otherwise, you can go two stops, there is a supermarket over there, but when you come back, the storytellers should have already left."

The man looked back at Chen Zhenyu with a hesitant expression.

"Buy! You can grab as much as you said." The man gritted his teeth.

"Well, but you can only catch from the top, you can't buy the bottom." Dai Lin said seriously.

Tan Chang and Yue Qing looked at each other, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Dai Lin's gourd.

Why did you suddenly set up a street stall?

"I saw a seller of melon seeds just now, so I bought a little bit of the same one, and it turned out to be three catties when mixed together." Dai Lin said, "I didn't plan to sell it at first, but I just sat on the side of the road and cracked melon seeds to play, but people always asked me how the melon seeds were. Sell. You said that there is no reason not to do the door-to-door business?"

"So you set up a stall here to sell melon seeds?" Tan Chang was a little speechless, "Shocked! The top students of N University set up a stall to sell melon seeds. What's wrong with Chinese education?!"

"How much did you sell for?" Yue Qing was more concerned about practical issues.

Dai Lin smiled triumphantly, and took out his cell phone.

Seeing the numbers on the phone, Tan Chang laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

"Fuck?! It's actually two hundred and five! Why is this number so auspicious?"

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By the way, even though it's a holiday, I feel that things are actually more difficult than going to work...