The Guide to the Tear-offs in the Online Supporting Circle Part 2: Peak Acting Skills

When Xie Zhengyan was bored, he wanted to find someone to complain about, but who dared to tell such a shameful thing?Rather than making a fool of yourself in front of people, it's better to slap yourself.He considered himself unlucky to be a lonely ghost for a few days, and suddenly found that the situation was different. In the past, Qian Fan had been in contact with him every day, but these days, he had no movement at all. With his gossip quality, he was in control of all the big and small events in the circle, so it was impossible for him not to know. Why don't you come and ask about your being pinched?

Thinking that he was being neglected, Xie Zhengyan was inexplicably resentful, and called at night to find out the guy who was pretending to be dead.

"Why did you go these days? There is no news at all."

Qian Fan said: "It's nothing, I'm online every day."

Xie Zhengyan immediately got angry: "Then why didn't you find me!?"

Qian Fan smiled and said, "You didn't look for me either."

"Humph!"

Not interested in talking nonsense with him, Xie Zhengyan hangs up angrily, his great disappointment is like the Nile River flooding his heart, leaving thick silt when the water recedes.When he needed comfort, the person he trusted the most was indifferent. It seemed that the good feelings he had had in the past were all wishful thinking. Qianfan didn't care about him, and his hopes fell through again.

He was so sad and disheartened that he didn't want to move his limbs, so he slumped on the bed and hugged Fuzi in a daze, with dull pain in his chest, and two tears of bitterness soon came out of his eyes.

At this time, Qian Fan called, but Xie Zhengyan refused to answer in anger. After a few minutes, he called again. After hanging up automatically, he continued to call again. The continuous ringing filled Xie Zhengyan's grievance with gasoline. Finally, when the third ringing Connected, and got angry on the intercom: "Don't keep calling, it's too noisy!"

The soft crying sound was no different from being coquettish, Qian Fan asked with a smile: "Oh, oh, why did you cry like this as soon as you turned around, what's so sad?"

Xie Zhengyan reprimanded: "Don't you care about my life? Why are you asking so many questions?"

Qian Fan pretended to be surprised: "Don't wrong people, when did I stop caring about you?"

"Caring and ignoring people for so many days? Don't you know I'm in trouble? Why don't you even have a word of condolences!"

Qianfan laughed straight: "Why should I be angry with me, just because of this. I did know about you and Xiaoxiaoyuxie failing to sell corruption and being pinched for a long time. I didn't contact you because I was afraid that you would be embarrassed. I wanted to wait for you When you take the initiative to ask for comfort and then try to enlighten you, the result is that your good intentions are misunderstood by you as indifference, which is really a strange injustice through the ages."

Xie Zhengyan was stunned by what he said, and after blowing his nose for a while, he became awkward and suspicious: "You are telling the truth? Did you lie to me?"

"Of course it's the truth. When have I lied to you?"

"This sentence is false! You have lied to me so many times, I can't count it!"

"Hahaha, I was wrong, I was wrong, those were just jokes before, I always said what I said on serious issues, and I never lied to your feelings, this time it is really to take care of your emotions, so I deliberately deal with it coldly, if you think If you feel wronged and feel unhappy, you can scold me now."

Qian Fan's gentle attitude was like a Band-Aid, which accurately sealed Xie Zhengyan's emotional wounds. The heartache stopped in time, but tears still fell down, as if a lost child found a home and wanted to vent the misery of wandering to his relatives.

Hearing him crying non-stop, Qian Fan took the initiative to play the role of male kindergarten teacher, coaxing softly: "You are also stupid, and you are so simple and rude as you, so let's put it down." In the early years, it was not enough until you were pinched to the point of bleeding."

Xie Zhengyan asked coldly: "Has the story of Xiaoxiao Yuxie's private letter to me already spread in the inner circle?"

"Ah ~ almost, it seems that some scholar-bureaucrats who are close to him have stabbed it. This person has honestly declared a long time ago that he hates selling rot, and you didn't find out clearly beforehand."

"You think I'm willing to sell rot, but I'm not forced."

"If this word spreads out, it will be called a white lotus~"

"You hate it!"

"Hahahaha!"

Qian Fan teased and comforted him: "I can understand your thoughts, but the matter of being red is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Xiaoxiao Yuxie is indeed a rare and capable faction among the new generation. If you don’t like this method, if you don’t want to cooperate, you can’t force the ducks to go on the shelves, YS’s CP post is too unwise.”

Xie Zhengyan argued angrily: "That post was posted by a brainless fan in my group, and she refused to apply for deletion. I was also suffocated."

Qian Fan smiled again: "What kind of people are around you? Last time I heard you said that you have established a fan group, I wanted to remind you that fan groups are evil, and how many right and wrong originated from there. In the past, many people came to me for help. I didn’t agree to the authorization to create a group for me, but I just didn’t want to cause trouble.”

"...I'm also afraid of causing trouble, but after I went in, I realized that the leading group of people are not easy to use. If I want to withdraw from the group, I am afraid that their anger will turn dark, so I have to endure it."

"I understand. Once this kind of fan turns black, the fighting power is stronger than anyone else. I have also encountered it."

"You are not afraid of being pinched, but I am still a little transparent, so I can't compare with you."

"Oh, I haven't said anything yet, why are you on the hook again? To deal with those stupid fans, as long as they are out of sight and out of mind, what really worries me is the planner called Ziming Qingguo who cooperated with you this time. Is she on good terms with you?"

"Well, she's a good friend of mine."

"...Then I won't say much, but you should think more independently when you encounter things in the future, don't just accept the ideas instilled in you by others, learn to analyze and judge what you should do and what you shouldn't do, this Take this incident as a stumble to gain experience, fortunately your goal is not big now, and not many people care about it, and you have to be more cautious when you have a strong sense of existence in the future, otherwise there will be more disturbing things than this."

Some persuasion effectively helped Xie Zhengyan get rid of his illness and relieve his pain. He was self-willed and ashamed, and he bit his lip and asked in a low voice: "Grandma, do you think I'm cheap?"

"Why do you think so?"

"The matter of selling rot..."

Qian Fan snorted again: "It's nothing, this is the prevailing marketing rule in the industry, the most popular ones, regardless of whether they are straight or straight, are just a kind of publicity strategy. A lot of people are using it, I don’t think it’s troublesome, and the spectators are happy, so just sell it if you have the opportunity. You are inexperienced and have not grasped the essentials. Excessive force will be counterproductive, so let’s explore slowly in the future.”

He seldom shows off his experience in the world, and he expounds the secretive forbidden techniques in the online distribution circle in a magnanimous manner, which makes Xie Zhengyan laugh out of tears, and can't help teasing: "So Baichuan has sold too much?"

Qianfan Luoluo admitted generously: "That's right, that's why I'm qualified to teach you."

"With peafowl?"

"No, I have always had an honest relationship with him. Those CPFs are over-imagined."

"Then who did you sell the rot to?"

Faced with this question, Qian Fan was a little hesitant, obviously ashamed to speak out, which aroused Xie Zhengyan's curiosity even more, and he insisted on telling him honestly.

Qian Fan was originally generous and carefree, so he just told the truth when he was entangled. Hearing the words "Responsiveness", Xie Zhengyan's mouth trembled and his eyes were dull: "You and Responsiveness have been sold? When?"

The man who has always been rough-skinned and thick-skinned is finally ashamed and regretful: "It's a long story, but this is one of the stains in my life. It's just that I was young and didn't know the value of integrity. Now I feel ashamed when I think about it." panic."

"What's going on, let's talk about it."

"I don't want to say it, but it's just embarrassing anyway. Alas, it's all your fault that the embarrassing cancer that I've been recovering for a long time has returned. I have to go down for physical therapy. It's getting late. You should rest quickly."

"...Okay, good night."

Xie Zhengyan waited resentfully for him to hang up first, and suddenly heard him ask softly: "Will you sleep well? Don't cry again later."

The gentle care made Xie Zhengyan feel ashamed and sweet, and muttered: "It's not a child, who would cry all the time."

"Hehe, I don't know who was crying like a weaned baby just now, which made me want to send a pacifier to comfort me."

"Because it's really sad. You're not me, so of course you can't feel the pain of being abandoned."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized that the words were ambiguous, but it was too late to correct them, so he could only add patches as soon as possible, before Qian Fan laughed loudly: "Old Qian!"

Qian Fan knew how to hold back a smile, and waited for him to speak first.Xie Zhengyan suppressed his vermilion complexion, spoke while thinking, and thanked slowly: "Thank you for always taking care of my emotions."

Qian Fan responded gently: "It's nothing, we are friends, we should be considerate of each other."

"...But I lost my temper with you..."

"You are a few years younger than me. As a big brother, I should love the young."

Hearing that he was pretending to be old and big, Xie Zhengyan was a little unconvinced.

"Are you reminding me to pay attention to respecting the elderly? Then I won't talk about you in the future, but say 'you', okay?"

"Haha, whatever. I'm relieved to see that you're refreshed. Go to sleep. Your eyes are swollen from crying. If you add dark circles under your eyes, it will be ugly."

"What's the matter? I'm not good-looking. I'd be a little cuter if I turned into a panda."

"There is no such thin panda as you. If you want to be a national treasure, you must first raise yourself to be plump."

"Like you?"

"That's right, I'm 1.6 meters tall and weigh 200 kilograms. I roll around like a ball when I walk."

Xie Zhengyan was surprised: "Last time I heard you said that you weighed 180 pounds. Is this another 20 pounds?"

He imagined the opponent's body like a mountain of meat, and couldn't help worrying about his health.

Qian Fan boasted proudly: "Yeah, I eat a lot and sleep soundly, of course I will gain weight. You have to learn more to get rid of the East Asian sick man's physique as soon as possible."

Xie Zhengyan sternly advised: "You must eat junk food like instant noodles and French fries every day, right? If you are too overweight, your body will not be able to afford it. Have you had a physical examination? Is your blood pressure, blood lipids and blood sugar normal? Exercise more if you have nothing to do. Control your diet, don't allow yourself to lose weight..."

He painstakingly taught the Sutra of Health, but Qian Fan interjected: "Daddy Dude, do you look down on fat people?"

"what?"

"Sure enough, it's still the Appearance Association. It only likes tall, thin and handsome guys like Rong Chuan, and dislikes fat and ugly guys like us."

Seeing him eating vinegar indiscriminately, Xie Zhengyan denied it with a wry smile: "No, I am really worried about your body. Medicine has long proven that obesity can cause many diseases, and the life span of fat people is shorter than normal..."

"Hmph, it's a waste of my time and effort to comfort you, and it hurts my self-esteem in the end. It's really disappointing."

"I'm telling you no! I'm just afraid that you will ruin your body. I hope you live a long and healthy life. If you live a long time, spend a lot of time with me!"

"You are telling the truth? Did you lie to me?"

Xie Zhengyan didn't notice that Qian Fan was imitating his previous tone, he nodded vigorously, and inadvertently copied the other party's words at the time: "Of course it's the truth, when did I lie to you?"

He was surprised to hear the other party laughing for a long time before he came back to his senses and cursed angrily: "Damn it!"

Qian Fan didn't return his words, just kept smiling, and when he had had enough to say, he suddenly sighed softly before parting: "My dumb flute kid, you always act so cute, aren't you afraid that I really like you?"

Xie Zhengyan's reflex arc hadn't been fired yet, and the phone had switched to a blind tone. He pondered for a long time in a daze, and concluded that the man was talking nonsense again.

"Don't be stinky, who cares not to be liked by a fat man with a broken mouth like you."

He pouted and frowned at Qian Fan's headshot, stretched out his index finger and flicked it, his cheeks filled with joy in a blink of an eye, thinking that having a bosom friend who is full of wit and wit is one of the great joys in life.