The daily life of a Buddhist substitute [Rebirth]

"Are you BE?" Zhou Xi asked.

"... BE?" Xia Yanzhou replied.

But they obviously underestimated the filter and combat power of cp fans.

As the old saying goes, if you have cp in your heart, you will go to bed.

What's more, it was the confession made by the master himself in the same frame. Rounding up, they had already paid homage to heaven and earth and Gaotang, and the husband and wife bowed to each other and sent them to the bridal chamber!

Zhou Xi was still analyzing the results of tonight's battle with Xia Yanzhou, and the Weibo has already exploded.

The Qian Family Army went crazy, swelled, and floated away!

cp is real!The Lord personally stamped his head and stamped it!

What does it mean to be my wife?

Propose!Proposal! !

There are at least tens of thousands of people watching the live broadcast today. What is this?This must be because Brother A can't suppress his possessive desire!Claim your sovereignty!

Is this sugar?

This is simply an infinite sugarcane field, and the sugar source is rolling!

At this time, but when is the new year?

They not only want to celebrate the New Year, but also dance wonderfully, rhythmically and dynamically, so that the whole world will know that their CP is real!

Read it with me!

ATMs zd!

On this day, all the little sisters who love to engage in CP will more or less find a dancing ATM on their homepage, just like the New Year.

Song Yuze turned his face numbly, his small head could hardly contain his doubts that were about to overflow the screen.

"You said..." He opened his mouth, unsure: "Is Xia Er crazy?" He paused, trying to find his voice: "No, how can a normal person do such a thing?" Something? Is it some new non-mainstream way of chasing love? Isn’t he afraid of losing his horse? Isn’t he afraid of losing face when Yan Min finds out?”

Jiang Xinji also had the expression of being struck by lightning.

He kicked Song Yuze and signaled to move to the side to make room for him. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he said angrily, "Can you sleep over!"

Song Yuze grabbed the pillow and rolled around, still full of disbelief.

Intuition told Jiang Xinji that there was something wrong with this matter.

"I suspect..." He flipped through Weibo from beginning to end, then switched back to the group to look at the chat records of Lin Xingyuan, Shen Yun and Xiao Chen, and hissed.

Song Yuze tilted his head and looked at his mobile phone screen, his eyelids twitched a few times, and added the second half of the sentence: "Zhou Xi's bad idea."

The corner of Jiang Xinji's mouth twitched: "Otherwise he would be so quiet?"

He directly pulled Zhou Xi out of the group and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhou Xi didn't dare to reply and pretended to be dead.

Song Yuze and Jiang Xinji looked at each other, analyzed it carefully, and found that with his own IQ, he still couldn't understand what Zhou Xi did, so he gave up.

"Forget it, go to sleep, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"……Row."

On the same night, someone is destined to have trouble falling asleep.

Yan Min bears the brunt of it and cannot sleep.

As the protagonist of an embarrassing confession by a stranger across a screen, Yan Min's mood is very complicated, extremely complicated.

Looking back at that scene, I would be so embarrassed that I closed my eyes and curled up with my toes. The lethality was even greater than the last lion dance.

He felt that he couldn't go on like this anymore, and that it was the right way to stop when it was time to stop.

It must be his tacit consent to brushing CP that made brother A wrong, so he intensified his efforts to decide these things in public.

Yan Min got up with a grunt, frantically took out his mobile phone from the bedside table and called He Yu, then ran to the study with his slippers on, almost losing one of his slippers.

"Hey Xiao Yu." Yan Min hurriedly turned on the computer, he was going to count the gifts Brother A had given him in the past few months, return the money to the other party, and then publicly express his rejection.

"How is that brother A's temper?" Yan Min asked while waiting for the computer to turn on, but the other end of the phone was surprisingly quiet. He looked at the time, and it was only after ten o'clock, and it was not time for the night owl He Yu to go to bed. "Xiao Yu?" Could something have happened?

"...I'm here." He Yu lowered his voice and said: "Brother, what's the matter? It's not convenient for me to talk here, can I contact you by typing?"

After knowing that it was all right, Yan Min felt relieved, "It's not a big deal, just a few words." Yan Min scratched his chin and had a headache, "I plan to return all the gift money to Brother A. How is his temper? Probably not. Frustrated... or something like that?"

"Refund?" He Yu's voice raised a little, and was quickly silenced again. He asked full of doubts: "Why is it so good..."

Yan Min told He Yu what happened tonight in a simple and clear way, and sighed, "I really can't bear his liking, so it would be better for everyone to make it clear earlier."

"..." He Yu was silent for a while, and agreed: "You are right. I have been paying attention to Brother A for several years. He is very nice. He doesn't talk much but he often helps others solve their difficulties. He also does charity every month. That shouldn't happen, don't worry."

Yan Min heaved a sigh of relief. He held the mouse to open the form, and then opened the background of the audience leaderboard in the live broadcast room to make statistics, "I see, then I won't bother you, good night."

He Yuchao whispered good night and hung up the phone.

Yan Min counted the numbers slowly, and suddenly remembered something.

He Yu recently moved to a hotel near Huanxia to avoid his upcoming estrus period.

Why do you have to make a low sound when you live in a hotel alone, so as not to affect others? !

Yan Min was startled, glanced at the date on the lower right corner of the computer, and was stunned.

Last month... Xia Yanjin's estrus period seemed to be these few days.

"..." Yan Min stared at the date, then looked away and landed on the phone screen. After a moment of silence, he decided to let nature take its course and wait for He Yu to tell him.

He put his mind back on the statistical data. After several months of live broadcasting, brother A was a frequent visitor to deliver missiles in his live broadcast room. He delivered 100 missiles every time. Not unknowingly, there were more than 80 in total. up.

Yan Min was taken aback, then saved the form, and went to Weibo to private message Brother A to ask for the contact and payment method.

If Brother A refuses...he will use the money for charity in Brother A's name.

Brother A didn't reply, Yan Min was not in such a hurry after finishing the preparations, and turned off the computer and went back to the bedroom and got under the covers.

It was still quite hot in August, but it has rained a few times recently, and the air is not so dry. It is very comfortable to open the windows at night without turning on the air conditioner.

Yan Min yawned, rubbed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Xia Yanzhou next door was satisfied with the private message sent by Yan Min, and he took a picture and sent it to Zhou Xi.

Xia Yanzhou: It's done.

Zhou Xi:! ! ! !

Zhou Xi: Let me just say, it is absolutely be

Xia Yanzhou: It is best.

After talking about Pi Xia Yanzhou, he clicked on the Weibo account again. According to Zhou Xi's meaning, brother A should play hard to get, don't rush to reply, talk about it tomorrow, and then express "Although I like you very much, since you don't Love me and I am willing to withdraw from your world from now on", set up a duo of infatuated men, withdraw from the cp stage from now on, and hand over the protagonist to his real "neighbor".

The neighbor line is real.

The homepage of Weibo was still celebrating the Chinese New Year, Xia Yanzhou endured the embarrassment of toothache and eye pain, and was uncomfortable anywhere, opened the ATM super phone, took a look, okay, just wrote a dozen small papers on sugar, praise High turn.

Floating in the first place is still the sweet melon. Xia Yanzhou is very familiar with her, so he pokes in and takes a look. With the consistent style of blowing flowers out of ATM.

However, the comment area didn't seem to be very harmonious, and cp was inexplicably picked up.

@今日吃葱: ATM is true! ! (Speaking quietly... I think the neighbor line is also delicious QAQ)

@蓝好甜: It’s not good to mention and disassemble the reverse under my Weibo, isn’t it?

@子tuiyan: ky roll

@银博客Langan:? ?I don't eat melons and I don't eat all, please get out, please?

@heragreenfairytale: sjb

@能天武步必达: I beg ky to get out, can't you really knock on the neighbor's line to find your own people?Do you have to come to other people's land to shit?

Xia Yanzhou: "..."

What a sinful man he was.

Feeling guilty, Xia Yanzhou silently typed out "Don't quarrel" in the comments. After thinking about it, his account has more than 2000 fans. He is a small fan, and it is not appropriate to say this from his mouth. .

I could only apologize to the little girl who was scolded from the bottom of my heart, and cut it out.

Fortunately, Melon So Sweet didn't let that comment hang up for too long. Xia Yanzhou refreshed it and found that it had been deleted.

The ATM is about to be, and the neighbor line is rising like a new moon.

Xia Yanzhou was excited again.

He glanced at his Weibo account, and it was not appropriate to use it any longer, so he might as well turn around and set up his own account to post daily stuff, so as to avoid Yan Min's suspicion.

But it's a bit shameful to engage in such a thing as a trumpet.

After all, it is different from the "sweet fellow" directed and acted by the marketing account. His purpose is not to attract popularity and deceive little girls, but to show affection.

Xia Yanzhou pondered for a while, then posted a sentence in the group:

-Who has an unused Weibo trumpet to lend me one?It is best to register for more than two years.

Xiao Chen quickly provided him with one, and explained: I registered in the freshman year of high school, but I failed the mid-term exam, and my mother wouldn't let me play with my phone... Later, I registered again, and this account is now placed.

Xia Yanzhou sent him a big red envelope to express his gratitude, and checked the only two Weibo posts on Weibo.

One is a sigh of good weather, and the other is a welcome shared automatically by the system.

Xia Yanzhou didn't delete Weibo, changed his name and profile picture, followed Yan Min, and forwarded Weibo.

@不名小夏: Thank you very much. //@蓝站tomato: [兔兔][兔兔] tried to shoot a short video, and finally sent it out in time for lunch.Special thanks to my enthusiastic neighbors~[Hua Hua]

The small forwarding of only two zombie fans didn't attract anyone's attention. Xia Yanzhou picked up a few funny bloggers on the "Life" account who were popular to follow, and poked into the comment area to join in the fun.

Time was ticking fast, Xia Yanzhou yawned, sleepiness overwhelmed his mind a little bit, his eyelids seemed to be glued, he didn't bother to type halfway through the comments, he put his phone back under the pillow, blurred fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Xia Yanzhou was woken up by Shen Yun's serial killing calls.

With a dark face, he turned out the phone, and his low hoarse voice was full of displeasure, "What's the matter?"

"Big gossip." When Shen Yun said these three words, Xia Yanzhou was gloating and reminded Xia Yanzhou of his bad face: "Yesterday afternoon, grandpa took brother Jin to He's house, and it is said that he lost his temper at their house. , it was just...it was past eight o'clock, guess what?"

Xia Yanzhou rubbed his forehead and sat up: "Speak."

Shen Yun sneered, and said with a smile: "He Yan took his wife to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce."