How to turn the tide at a critical moment

"...Why don't you ask if it was murdered?"

Wen Wen withdrew his hand back, and taught: "As a college student who the motherland hopes for tomorrow, don't say such bloody and violent words."

The warmth and softness of his fingers still remained on his arms, Xu Hanbai glanced at Wen Wenshu's frightened expression on the door, his face darkened again.

Contemptuously said: "You are so timid, are you still a person who is almost 25 six?" Why don't you continue to touch.

"No, I'm almost thirty. Actually, it's 28, rounded up to one hundred years old." Wen Wen felt that he could take advantage of Xu Hanbai's age.

"..."

"Hey, you have so many fans, why doesn't your manager set up a fan support club to manage it well? You say you have no prestige at all. Doesn't that kind of fan support club formulate rules and regulations that fans should abide by? "

"I have." Xu Hanbai said sullenly.

"Is there?" Wen Wen opened Weibo and searched, oh!Sure enough there is!Maybe Xu Han has many fans, many of them are not under the jurisdiction of the fan club.

But with so many fans, the company doesn't promote it, and let him warm up in a small place like the radio station, isn't it too perfunctory?

"Hey! You said that you are so talented, good-looking, and have a huge fan base. Why won't the company let you act in a TV series and participate in a variety show or something? Why are you coming to our radio station!" Ask anything you don't understand.

"That's pretty good." Xu Hanbai said, as if he didn't mind the company's move.

Hearing what Wen Wen said, he still felt a little strange.Fans were tired of hearing these compliments before, but Wen Wen didn't expect that Wen Wen's words would make him feel particularly good.

But when Xu Hanbai revisited Wen Wen's words completely, his mood suddenly changed again: "Don't you like me going to your radio station?"

Wen Wendao: "I like it if you come to my radio station to invite me to dinner, but if you come to my show as a guest... I like it too!"

Xu Hanbai's look just now was terrifying, even through the sunglasses, Wen Wen seemed to be able to see the killing intent behind the sunglasses.

Wen Wen quickly lowered his head and concentrated on Weibo.

Unexpectedly, with a quick pull to refresh, a new Weibo that was forwarded to the homepage suddenly popped up. It turned out to be forwarded by Forsythia, who followed that day.

Xu Hanbai was not used to Wen Wen's sudden silence, he glanced sideways, just in time to see Wen Wen turn off a picture.

Xu Hanbai's eyesight is 1.5, just for a moment, Xu Hanbai saw the contents of the picture, the corners of his mouth tightened slightly, as if he was about to turn up, but saw Wen Wen click on the profile picture of the reposter Forsythia, and chose to cancel focus on.

"...Why are you unofficial?"

But Wen Wen's face was magnanimous, completely unaware that Xu Hanbai had seen the picture: "There are too many spam messages on the homepage."

"..." Xu Hanbai was irritable, stepped on the accelerator and started racing.

Why is Xu Hanbai's mood so uncertain?Wen Wen grabbed the seat belt tightly, feeling very depressed.

The car hurriedly drove downstairs to Wen Wen's rented house.

"Thank you! Student Xu." Wen Wen got out of the car and was about to close the door. Seeing that Xu Hanbai didn't move and ignored him, he leaned down and looked into the car again, "Hey, I say thank you."

"Yeah." Xu Hanbai looked reluctant.

what attitude?Wen Wen was a little confused by the moody young man.

"Let's go, bye!" Wen Wen didn't bother to talk to him, closed the door, and left.

In the car, Xu Hanbai looked at Wen Wen from the rearview mirror and went upstairs without looking back before driving out of the neighborhood.

It was eleven o'clock at noon when we returned to the dormitory, and Wen Xun was eating lunch in the living room while watching variety shows.

There are two people in the dormitory, no privileges, and the company does not give them special care.It is the greatest privilege for the school to prepare a music room for special students, and Xu Hanbai is already very satisfied.

Now that he is a senior, everything is very free, not to mention that Wen Xun spends most of his time writing in the dormitory except for going out to play.

"Why don't you eat?" Wen Xun glanced at Xu Hanbai, seeing that his hands were empty and he didn't take any food.

"Too much breakfast."

Wen Xun looked at Xu Hanbai suspiciously: "You? Going to have breakfast?" Then he teased, "It's really rare, a music lunatic like you, you either stay up late every morning to catch up on sleep, or are still tossing, it's not like you haven't had breakfast for several years Yet?"

"En." Xu Hanbai murmured, and entered his room.

This room was clean and well-groomed, and compared with the music room, it was a world of difference.

Because Xu Hanbai made a clear distinction, making music is in the music room, and returning to the dormitory is to rest.The problem of messing up the surroundings whenever I make music, naturally I didn't bring it into the dormitory.

He turned on the computer, went to Weibo, and rarely clicked on the thousands of ATs—he would take a look at the ATs of these fans if he had time, but most of the time he didn't have time.

After scrolling the mouse wheel a few times, I felt that the efficiency was not high, and then typed my name in the Weibo search bar, selected a picture, and read the latest Weibo.

Now I found it quickly, and I found the picture that Wen Wen was looking at just now.

A person wearing sunglasses, a mask and a hat is in the center of the picture, surrounded by a sea of ​​people, unable to move an inch, that is himself.

And a young man with handsome and comfortable features was squeezed in front of him, with a painful look on his face, which was very funny.

And the way I put my hand on his waist and bowed my head to speak in his ear, this detail was accurately captured by the photo.

Wen Xun came in with the meal in his hand, just in time to see Xu Hanbai right-click to save, and asked in surprise: "Isn't this Wen Wen's anchor?"

Looking at the header of the webpage again, he said curiously, "Yo, you're so narcissistic, why are you still searching for yourself? Need compliments from fans to boost your self-confidence?"

"Can you have a good meal in the living room?" Xu Hanbai suddenly panicked, and with a few clicks of the mouse, he saved the picture and closed the page.

People who write words need a delicate mind, Wen Xun and Xu Hanbai are good friends, they don't know each other well, he clicked his lips, which made Xu Hanbai upset.

There was no one else around, but Wen Xun whispered: "Xu Hanbai, Xu Hanbai, has your puberty finally come?"

Xu Hanbai had a gloomy face: "Why don't you become an entertainment reporter."

"Do you still dare to deny it?" Wen Xun smiled ambiguously, opened the homepage on the computer without Xu Hanbai's consent, clicked the cursor, and several rows of historical records were displayed on the Baidu search bar, and two words appeared on the bottom row : Gentle.

When Xu Hanbai saw the unfamiliar words in the first few rows of history in the search bar, he gave him a gouged look.

Wen Xun smiled apologetically: "I had a problem with my computer last night and couldn't access the Internet, so I borrowed your computer to search for some information. Who knew you didn't like to use the search bar so much, and only one line of words appeared, which made me accidentally search for information." noticed."

"...And I found out that the last time you went online was ten days ago, tsk tsk, you said you were attracted to the show, how could you resist not making it for a few weeks? If it hadn't happened to bump into anchor Wen yesterday You just gave up, didn’t you?” Wen Xun shook his head, he really had no way to teach his friend who was cold and emotionally blank, “No, we brought someone here to record the narration in advance, so you have no excuse to find someone else is it?"

Xu Hanbai felt that he was like a primary school student who was taught by the dean not to fall in love early.

"Will you die if you say a few words?"

In fact, Xu Hanbai couldn't really bear it either. He edited text messages a few nights and wanted to ask Wen Wen if his apology counted, and when would he treat him to dinner...but in the end, he deleted every single word.

"I will die! I am a lover of language and a love expert respected by everyone. I will give you a chance to ask me for advice." Wen Xun said.Strange, really strange, this black-bellied big ice sculpture who loves nothing but music is about to open up, "Don't hesitate, you can't think about emotional issues with your head, do you still want to rationally follow specific steps a little bit?" ?”

Wen Xun sneered: "You still play music, don't you feel things like feelings and emotions, isn't it the most real thing to visit suddenly?"

Wen Xun is like a neighborhood committee member who is keen on the community's family planning, chattering in his ear, Xu Hanbai couldn't bear it: "Shut up, what kind of feelings, he..."

Xu Hanbai's words stopped abruptly.Wen Wen is stupid and stupid, talkative and unmotivated, has too many excuses for not taking responsibility, loves to take advantage, has no position, 28 people live a lazy life.

...Give some favors and you will be cheated!What is the origin of that Zhuo Lu? In the last show, Wen Wen was invited several times in a row. I don’t know what An’s heart is, anyway...

Wen Xun saw that Xu Hanbai's face was sometimes loose and sometimes tense, and the old bird said: "Did you want to see him just after you separated from him? You are emotionally affected by him when Anchor Wen says something, and you are a little moody?"

Xu Hanbai was upset by Wen Xun's pressing step by step: "I am indeed a little moody, and now I want to kill more."

"People in adolescence are prone to impulsiveness, you need to restrain the prehistoric power in your body."

"..."

"Oh, and, the urge in adolescence is not limited to killing people." Wen Xun blinked meaningfully.