How to turn the tide at a critical moment

Looking at Wen Wen's side, Wen Wen almost regarded the live broadcast room as an arena, and now that the topic has been sublimated to a level of spirituality, it means that his duel is already at a fever pitch.

Old Liu spoke excitedly, slobbering indiscriminately: "...my dream is to be called the two kings of music with Xu Hanbai, a talented musician at Yida University."

......

A certain customer on the co-pilot of a certain taxi: "..."

The taxi driver was unfamiliar with the name that popped up on the radio: "Who is Xu Hanbai? It sounds familiar."

A passenger: "..."

The taxi driver shook his head: "It seems that you don't know each other either. It's okay, this show is getting worse and worse. It's okay to invite unknown juniors, and it's all about unknown juniors!"

A certain passenger stared ahead, pretending not to hear, and vowed not to speak.

Wen Wenzao made an objective evaluation of Lao Liu's dream: "Your dream is a bit difficult."

Old Liu was not happy, and stared at Wen Wen with a look of "I will write you in when I write a successful biography in the future": "Anchor Wen, you can't say that, are you questioning my efforts?"

Wen Wendao: "No. You said that you and Xu Hanbai will become the two kings of singing... What if Xu Hanbai doesn't want to be the king of singing?"

Old Liu: "..."

Old Liu listened to Wen Wen's doubts, with a natural expression: "He is a musical genius in our city A! He doesn't want to be the king of songs, does he want to be the queen of songs?"

......

A certain taxi shuttled through the night scene of city A made a bend and got stuck again.

The taxi driver found his entertainment spirit in talking to himself: "Is this Xu Hanbai male or female?"

The co-pilot passenger turned his head and looked out the window, warning himself that it was illegal to smash the taxi radio.

The taxi driver said to himself very excitedly: "Can you be a star without being a man or a woman?"

The air pressure around the co-pilot beside him was low, and he couldn't help but said, "Man."

The taxi driver was surprised: "How do you know?"

Co-pilot customer: "...I am from the University of Arts."

The taxi driver suddenly realized: "Oh, that's it! Hey, I really haven't paid attention to the news about the University of Arts! Hey, by the way, how do you know that he is a man? Did you bump into him while going to the bathroom?"

The co-pilot passenger had already thought of hundreds of ways to cook Wen Wen in his heart, but what he wanted most at this moment was to jump out of the car and get out of here.

When the program finally ended, Xu Hanbai also just arrived at the radio station.

After getting out of the car, the driver walked away humming Lao Liu's public welfare tune in the show.

Xu Hanbai waited at the door of the deserted radio station. He didn't intend to go in. He took out his mobile phone, turned it on, and his face was illuminated.

During the past few days when he was practicing composition in the music room, Xu Hanbai felt that he was not as focused on composition as before.

Every now and then, he took out his phone to see if Wen Wen's Penguin was on and flashing. He even listened to Wen Wen's more and more rubbish programs several times.

I just looked at the small head portrait and name for a long time, but I couldn't say a word.

Wen Xun teased at the side: "Junior high school students are like this when they fall in love."

But junior high school students can still meet each other every day, but Wen Wen and Xu Hanbai's lives don't have much intersection, and they have to find an excuse to meet each other.

But fortunately, this excuse doesn't bother Xu Hanbai, because Wen Wen takes the initiative when it comes to eating—as long as he can take advantage of it.

The phone buzzed and vibrated, Wen Wen's name flashed on the screen, reflected in Xu Hanbai's eyes.

When Xu Hanbai looked up, he saw Wen Wen coming out of the room talking on the phone.

Xu Hanbai fixed his eyes on Wen Wen, but with a movement of his fingers, he still answered the phone.

"Where is it?" A gentle, mellow and soft voice came from next to my ear. Who would have thought that the person with such a voice would be a noisy and poor-mouthed person.

Xu Hanbai's eyes never left Wen Wen over there. The man was only 100 meters away from him, looking around, looking for him in the night.

"Front." Xu Hanbai said.

Wen Wen finally saw him, and a half-voiced "Damn" came from his ear, Xu Hanbai saw Wen Wen turned off his phone angrily, and shouted: "Xu Hanbai, you are too despicable, you wasted my phone bill!"

"..." Xu Hanbai was finally satisfied when he saw Wen Wen rushing towards him in a menacing manner.

Wen Wen condemned: "You speak so without guilt, it's not because you wasted my phone bill."

"Otherwise, you don't waste a little phone bill, I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed to eat supper later."

"Of course I am embarrassed to eat." Wen Wen said, "You are lucky tonight, brother, I invite you."

As Wen Wen said that, he walked forward, Xu Hanbai paused, and pulled him back, Wen Wen turned his head and saw Xu Hanbai's quiet eyes staring at him, saying: "It's not scientific."

Then Xu Hanbai took him by the hand, "This is very scientific. I have always been a good young man who is proud of respecting the old and loving the young."

"No, it's unscientific. I told you to come out." Xu Hanbai looked down at him.

"I also think it's unscientific. Why did classmate Xu, who used to chase after me to pay off my debts, insist on buying me something to eat today?" Wen Wen stared at Xu Hanbai and held his hand, and that wrist suddenly became sensitive. He turned his hand slightly and pulled it out.

Xu Han gave him a blank look: "Conspiracy theory."

Xu Hanbai was not guilty at all, as if there was no conspiracy in inviting him to dinner.

"What to eat? Where's your car?" Wen Wendong looked around.

"I didn't drive. I came directly from the music room. I didn't go to the dormitory to pick up the car." There was still some distance between the music room and the dormitory. Xu Hanbai was rushing to the music and meeting Wen Wen, thinking it would be more convenient to take a taxi.

"The latter question is not important, the important point is the former one." Wen Wen secretly squeezed his wallet.

"...grilled skewers." Xu Hanbai said so, but he seemed reluctant.

"Your consideration for my wallet, I will remember it for my wallet." Wen Wen was grateful.

"But I have a request." Xu Hanbai said, "Pack it up and eat at your house."

Wen Wen understands in seconds: "If you want to open up a bit, maybe your popularity is not that high."

"I'm afraid that your food looks too ugly, and my fans will take pictures of you feeling uncomfortable." Xu Hanbai gave him a look of contempt.

"Subway or taxi?" Wen Wen said, "I prefer the subway because I pay."

"...whatever you want." I invited Wen Wen out, and I was supposed to be responsible for paying for food, drink and travel expenses, but now the situation suddenly changed and Wen Wen treated guests, and the means of transportation became the subway.

There is a barbecue supper downstairs in Wen Wen's residence. Wen Wen asked Xu Hanbai to order it, but Xu Hanbai was so unrestrained. He usually asked for a lot of money for a robbery. Wen Wen felt heartbroken.

"Wen Xun also said that you are not suitable to be a star, but I think you are quite suitable. After all, no matter what, you will never let yourself suffer."

Xu Hanbai waited with him in the thick barbecue smoke, but he didn't answer his words, but asked again: "You don't live alone, do you?"

When Wen Wen heard this, cold sweat broke out behind his back: "There are still two pigs. From this point of view, it's a bit small, at least three tons are needed."

"Boss, eat here." Seeing Wen Wen's face turn pale instantly, Xu Hanbai knew that this man had begun to mourn for the wallet.

That's okay, he himself doesn't want to have someone else messing around with Wen Wen while having supper.

"Aren't you unwilling to eat outside?" Wen Wen said, "You must feel that your style of painting is incompatible with this place, why don't we take it back?"

Supper stalls are not as particular as restaurants. The tables here are greasy, the lights are dim, and it is open air, and there are mosquito bites.

Xu Hanbai sat down, with his hat lowered: "I just don't want others to snatch my few suppers, unless you can really buy three tons."

Wen Wen also pulled a stool under his ass, pointed to the thing that was being grilled: "The one called Few?"

"Because I want to share with you, there are bound to be very few."

"..."

Wen Wen didn't expect Xu Hanbai to eat supper like this.

Xu Hanbai called for two plates, carefully removed the food on the skewers with chopsticks, and ate them bite by bite.

Wen Wen tore the bamboo sticks here so that his mouth was full of oil, his eyes were dull: "You can really play."

Xu Hanbai looked up, saw Wen Wen's disfigured face rubbed against by a bamboo stick, and sighed, "Anchor Wen, do you know how vulnerable your gentle and gentle image is?"

"Yes, your image as a cold and talented scholar is very solid." Wen Wendao, "Your fans on my Weibo homepage praise your nobleness and glamor every day."

"Have you followed my fans?" Xu Hanbai was very interested in this topic. He picked up a piece of barbecue with a pair of chopsticks, but was manipulated by his pretty fingers and put the chopsticks back on the plate, looking at Wen Wen.