The male god of the vicious stepsister wants to tease me, how can I break it?

With his hands in his pockets, Cheng Xi walked up to Chen Yan under the gaze of more than 200 people in the class.

Chen Yan's seat was close to the aisle, Huang Xiaoming consciously moved a seat inside, and Chen Yan sat in Huang Xiaoming's original seat, with one hand helping the male god to hold down the seat that automatically rebounded.

Chen Yan was about to ask the question "Why are you here?" when Cheng Xi handed him a bread roll and said with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

Chen Yan replied "not hungry" reflexively, but still took the bread handed by the male god, and then the male god touched his little head in public.

Chen Yan obediently let the male god touch it to his heart's content, lowered his head and pinched the corners of the transparent packaging bag, making a "squeaky" sound.

After Cheng Xi sat down, he casually flipped through Chen Yan's textbook.

Chen Yan was playing with the packing bag, raised his eyes to take a sneak peek at the male god, and still couldn't help asking: "Are you out of class? Why are you here suddenly..."

Cheng Xi held his face sideways with one hand, the corners of his lips seemed to be drawn by Chen Yan, and his eyes softened a little, and he replied, "I have four classes in the morning, and after two theoretical classes, I'm so sleepy that I want to sleep. I can come and find you to relieve my boredom."

There was nothing wrong with the male god's words, but when Huang Xiaoming next door heard it, something was wrong: I came to you because I wanted to sleep?

This logic is over!Complete!without!hair!sick!

Chen Yan let out a soft "Oh", pursed his lips, and turned his head to ask again unwilling to be lonely: "But... how do you know that I am teaching here?"

Cheng Xi looked at Chen Yan the whole time, and replied, "Did you forget? Last time I asked you to pass the class schedule."

When Chen Yan heard this, he touched his earlobe and nodded, and replied: "Oh, yes..."

The chat between Chen Yan and the male god was purely awkward. He racked his brains to find topics in the bottom of the box in his mind. Fortunately, at this moment, Huang Xiaoming touched his shoulder, and Chen Yan was able to temporarily relieve himself. He turned to ask Huang Xiaoming: "What's the matter?" gone?"

Huang Xiaoming gave Chen Yan a wink, and pouted at Zhao Shuanglin who was seated in the front row.

Chen Yan followed Huang Xiaoming's gaze, and saw that Zhao Shuanglin had already "sleeped" on the table at some point.

Chen Yan: "..."

Zhao Shuanglin's acting skills can be said to be terrible!

Chen Yan twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain, just in time to see a boy sitting in the same row as Zhao Shuanglin, he turned his head and looked at Cheng Xi curiously...

Chen Yan seized the opportunity subconsciously, put one hand on Cheng Xi's shoulder, and introduced to Huang Xiaoming and He Shusheng: "I don't think I have introduced you to you yet? This is Cheng Xi, it's me... um, friend."

Chen Yan closed his mouth "emmm..." and dragged the middle syllable, leaving a space for the word "boyfriend".

When Huang Xiaoming heard it, he immediately responded very politely: "Hello, Cheng Xi! Hello, Cheng Xi! My name is Huang Xiaoming, hey, we mentioned your name just now, haha."

Huang Xiaoming was afraid that the people in the front row might not have heard the name "Cheng Xi" clearly, so he repeated it twice in a row, enunciating the words clearly and speaking with a correct accent.

Although Cheng Xi didn't know why Xiao Counsel added drama to him out of the blue, he still nodded to Huang Xiaoming cooperatively.

Then--

Cheng Xi took the hand that Xiao Counselor took the initiative to put on his shoulder, pinched her white fingers, raised the corners of her lips and said in a bad way: "Your pronunciation is not standard, read my name again to hear it. "

Chen Yan froze for a moment, then said cautiously: "Cheng Xi...?"

Cheng Xi: "Start again."

Chen Yan: "Gxi..."

Cheng Xi: "Read it again."

Chen Yan: "Xi..."

Cheng Xi: "Come again."

Chen Yan: "Xi..."

Chen Yan almost wanted to cry!

He couldn't distinguish the front and back nasal sounds at all, and he didn't know if he was right or wrong. He was foolishly asked to repeat it several times by the male god. His voice was so weak that it almost stuck in his throat, and he felt a little wronged!

It wasn't until the class bell rang that Chen Yan was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Huang Xiaoming watched Chen Yan being "molested" the whole time, and couldn't help leaning on He Shusheng's shoulder and sighing: This is also a kind of fun...

Cheng Xi accompanied Chen Yan to a class, and Zhao Shuanglin in the front row "sleeped" on the table for the whole class, until the teacher came over and knocked on Zhao Shuanglin's desk, and he sat up in a daze.

Zhao Shuanglin was afraid of facing Cheng Xi, mainly because he was afraid that the "shit in person" that he blatantly said just now would be overturned.He frightened and stayed through a class, and when the get out of class was over, he ran fast on the grounds of "holding his urine".

In fact, Chen Yan was too lazy to haggle over every detail with Zhao Shuanglin, and he didn't want to bother the male god because of such a trivial matter.

Zhao Shuanglin was simply scaring himself.

After class, Chen Yan and Cheng Xi had lunch together at the small restaurant in the school. Cheng Xi casually asked: "The photo shoot you mentioned this morning has already been discussed, right? Did you say when to do it?"

Chen Yan lowered his head to drink the soup with a guilty conscience, and murmured with a spoon in his mouth, "Well, we've finished talking...but I'm not sure about the time yet..."

Cheng Xi replied: "Just tell me when you confirm the time, and I will go with you."

Chen Yan coughed lightly, and replied vaguely, "Mmm..."

The protracted ending is indescribable.

Chen Yan was entangled in his heart: he didn't want the male god to be on the shooting scene at all, after all, where there was a male god, he couldn't let go of it at all!

Chen Yan lay on the bed during his lunch break and tossed and turned. After more than an hour of struggling, he finally decided to hide it from the male god for the time being. He and Ai Lang went to the studio to have a look.

Chen Yan skipped two computer classes in the afternoon, and took a taxi with Ai Lang to the off-campus studio.

Ai Lang appeared on the stage in a fashion brand, and his exquisite face seemed to have a beauty filter, but it was such a person who looked as good as a porcelain doll, who subverted the image of a "cold beauty" as soon as he got in the car, and chirped with Chen Yan non-stop.

Ailang quickly expanded around the two central points of "live broadcast" and "shooting", patting his thigh, as if chatting for three days and three nights.

Chen Yan directly interrupted Ai Lang and said: "Baby, you can start a live broadcast at the shooting site later, interact with netizens, and preview the photo shoot."

Ai Lang was talking vigorously, and when he heard what Chen Yan said, he couldn't react and asked, "ah, what's the live broadcast?"

Chen Yan rolled his eyes at him, and repeated: "I told you before you asked - Live! Broadcast! Preview! Announcement! Shoot! Write! True!"

Ai Lang blinked his eyes immediately, and asked Chen Yan even more puzzled: "Who is the preview? Are you? But don't you show your face in the live broadcast?"

Ellen's question popped out cracklingly.

Chen Yan hooked Ai Lang's shoulders, leaned closer and said in detail: "At the shooting site later, when you have time, you can start a live broadcast to show fans your daily shooting routine, but don't let me be in the mirror--back view is fine, just right The face is not good. Then, you put some smoke bows to let netizens pay attention to your Weibo, saying that there will be big surprises in the next two days.

"Well, basically this is enough. Although it's a favor for me, but this time it can also increase your Weibo fans. Are you sure you're making money?"

When Chen Yan mentioned this, no matter how stupid AI Lang was, he could tell that Chen Yan was going to make a big move.

Earlier, Chen Yan had confessed the idea of ​​"coming out" to Ai Lang on WeChat, but Ai Lang did not expect that Chen Yan would "come out" so thoroughly all at once.

Ai Lang asked bluntly: "So, you took this group of portrait photos, and you want to make them public on the Internet as a 'name before the fire'?"

Chen Yan blinked at AI Lang: "bingo~"

Hearing this, Ai Lang raised his eyebrows: "Godlessu~"

Chen Yan only pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Ai Lang's "Mid-mountain" studio is nearly an hour's drive away from the school. After arriving at the studio, Ai Lang is responsible for leading Chen Yan to contact the studio's photographers, stylists, makeup artists and others.

Before Ailang and Chen Yan finalized the photo shooting, Ailang had shown Chen Yan's personal photos to his colleagues in the studio in advance. In fact, they were just a few photos made public in Chen Yan's circle of friends.

The photography team is quite satisfied with Chen Yan's image, and with Ailang's strong recommendation, they have no objection.

After all, this set of photoshoots still focuses on Ai Lang, and they don't have high requirements for Ai Lang's partner. The most important thing is that the model should cooperate with Ai Lang, or in other words——Ai Lang's standard for a partner is their requirement for a model .

After a simple contact, Ailang and Chen Yan were pulled over by the makeup artist of the studio to sit in front of the dressing table to put on makeup.

Ai Lang took advantage of this gap to open the Jinjiang live broadcast app, and logged in to the account ID "Little Angel of Liangyue" to start live broadcasting daily.

The live broadcast room of "Little Angel of the Bright Moon" is no longer what it used to be. Ever since Chen Yan used his account as "Liu Ming Huoqian" to live broadcast once, the number of fans of "Little Angel of the Bright Moon" has skyrocketed from dozens to six. Wanba's fans.

As soon as the broadcast started, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased by tens to hundreds per second. After 3 minutes of broadcasting, the number of viewers in the room was basically stable at more than 1, and the number of viewers continued to increase slowly.

Because he was about to put on makeup, the broken hair on Ailang's forehead was tied into a sky-high braid by the makeup artist, and he appeared in front of the live broadcast with this cute apple head.

Ai Lang smiled and saidhi to the audience in the live broadcast room. As a flat model, he not only did not pose a standard 45-degree angle consciously, but the angle of holding the mobile phone was not only amateur, but even a little fanciful: the camera shot from bottom to top Coming up, netizens in the comment area left a message saying——

"I stared at the anchor's heart-shaped nostrils for 3 minutes, and then something terrible happened... Help! Life! I suddenly realized that I seemed to be in love with the anchor's nostrils! [panic]"

"Hey, well, well, well, well, well."

"Congratulations to the friends upstairs and the nostrils of the anchor!"

"Crazy for the host's nostrils??? This is the most unpretentious love at first sight I've ever seen hahahaha hiccup!"

"Heart-shaped nostrils hahahaha, every breath is the shape of loving you!"

"When the first sister returns to the live broadcast room, she will definitely show her mouth. He never expected that the little angel Liangyue captured his fans with her nostrils hahahaha!"

Ai Lang was amused by the netizens, his phone camera was still only facing himself, he turned his head and gave the person next to him a wink, and said, "Big baby, your fans are so funny, they said I use two A heart-shaped nostril could take your place."