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out of the same orange to impersonate.

Is this a rhythm with real skills in it?

Mr. Fei stared at the fruit tea curiously.

Guocha was holding up the orange with a smiling face confidently, and she began to count down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two one."

"Look at me turning into an orange, oh, no, it's the prince!"

Seeing the camera, Guocha's hand is erratically grabbing in the air. The three fingers in the middle are as flexible as a snake, constantly adjusting the direction up and down, and then loosen the thumb and little finger, and throw the orange directly to the ceiling. About half a meter.

Similarly, Sister Wang threw it up directly. She didn't have as many quick movements as Guocha, she just cooperated.

Three meters away, in the mid-air opposite each other, there is no parabola, but an orange fruit falling into the palm of the hand with a straight line. Two oranges, the fruit tea orange fell in the hand first, and then Wang My sister just caught her own orange.

Guocha holds her own orange, facing the camera, and slowly turns the orange flesh, revealing the orange peel that has not taken off the mask, but the orange peel still has a big crying face.

What the hell!

Grandma Guocha is such a powerful magic trick! !

There is no flaw at all! !

The one who made the sound was Mr. Fei who just came to the courtyard to bask in the sun, and happened to see his sister watching the live broadcast. As soon as he stood behind her, the most exciting scene in the live broadcast room fell into Fei Qinyang's eyes.

Boss Fei narrowed his eyes, his long and narrow eyelashes vibrated clearly, and his eyes were full of Guocha's smug smile.

She noticed it instantly.

"It's not magic at all."

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Fei Qinyang knew that it would be impolite for her to make a sudden sound behind her sister's back, and it might scare people.

He touched the back of his head in embarrassment and said, "Sister, did I scare you?"

Boss Fei's bench is very wide, made of huanghuali, and the color is beige, enough for two people to lie on without crowding, so she simply sat up and moved a seat for her younger brother to watch the live broadcast together.

Fei Qinyang is happily beside Mr. Fei, just like when he was a child, he was afraid to sleep alone at night, and he was afraid that his mother would say that he was timid, so he would nest in his sister's study every time, waiting for her to work until late at night When resting, you will see him falling asleep on the sofa.

Every time my sister would carry him back to the room, cover him with a quilt before going back to her bedroom to sleep.

In this way, he will not be afraid of being alone in the room when he falls asleep.

"Sister, what do you think of Grandma Guocha?"

Boss Fei was puzzled: "Grandma? Does she look very old?"

Mr. Fei pointed at Guocha's lovely face with his long and slender fingers.

Fei Qinyang has been paying attention to fruit tea for a long time. Since the fruit tea has only [-] fans, he is very happy to see that his sister also likes this broadcaster.

It turns out that their siblings have similar aesthetics.

"It's actually like this. I used to ask Grandma Guocha in the live broadcast room why she chose the name Grandma. Guess what she said at the time?"

Mr. Fei let out an "oh", seemingly not interested, but secretly frowned.

It turns out that I know more about her than my younger brother. .

Fei Qinyang didn't notice Boss Fei's inadvertent gaze at all, he continued: "She said she was a thousand years old at the time."

"Do you think she's funny? It's a lie to say such things."

In fact, the situation at that time was not very different from what Fei Qinyang said. At that time, it was only half a month since the broadcast of Fruit Tea, and she didn't understand anything. When asked, she answered honestly, but she didn't expect that she would be [-] years old. , and was scolded by the audience in the live broadcast room.

Some even ridiculed her, is she older than Tang Taizong?

When Sister Wang heard about this incident, she hurried over to make amends and said that Guocha was only 24 years old, and Guocha was just joking.

Then everyone took it as a cold joke.

But unexpectedly, it was remembered by a group of enthusiastic fans, so the thousand-year-old grandma was once popular in the live broadcast room of fruit tea.

Later, when fruit tea became a little hotter, no one mentioned this meme anymore.

Everyone will call her girly tea tea, fruit tea, or old fans like Fei Qinyang directly call her fruit tea grandma.

Mr. Fei didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. When she paid attention to fruit tea, the fruit tea only had [-] fans. It seemed that she was far behind her younger brother.

She fell silent.

Fei Qinyang looked at her sister's attitude, and seemed to listen to what she said, but she didn't seem to plan to express her liking for fruit tea, or admit that she was also a fan of fruit tea.

"Sister, do you think Grandma Guocha is good-looking?"

These words seemed to have touched a certain mechanism, Mr. Fei's eyelashes trembled, but his eyes kept focusing on the live broadcast, as if he was doing a routine.

My sister still didn't answer directly.

Fei Qinyang didn't continue to ask. Instead, he talked about Guocha's magic trick just now with relish: "I think her magic trick is an intermediate magic trick through the screen. She can be considered amazing if she can learn this."

Mr. Fei finally reacted now.

She hinted to her brother: "Do you think that when two people stand at a distance of three meters, without any contact, they can hand over each other's oranges because of two empty movements?"

"Sister, do you think they have the same orange hidden in their cuffs?" Fei Qinyang asked curiously.

Mr. Fei pointed to Guocha who was wearing a short-sleeved white simple top, standing with slender jade legs folded, and Sister Wang who was wearing a long skirt with the same short sleeves, a thin shirt, and no pockets.

Fei Qinyang couldn't help but said: "Sister, do you think this is not magic?"

Mr. Fei is silent now.

Is she the only one who knows.And she has hinted to her brother so clearly.

Fei Qinyang suddenly fell into deep thought. He was very much like Mr. Fei when he was in the office, with a capable face, but his face was too immature, and he couldn't hold up any dignity.

And there have been various speculations in the live broadcast room.

Most of the audience began to swipe their screens to ask their own questions: Is there any sharp-eyed boss out to analyze it?

It is impossible to exchange fruit with such a long distance between fruit tea and the broker.

The only possibility is that the fruit tea and the broker have the same oranges.

But upstairs, Fruit Tea painted the oranges directly in front of us, even the appearance and flaws of the oranges can be clearly seen, it is impossible that the peeled ones in front of us will have the same marks as the fresh ones.

Maybe it was trained in advance.

Even so, it's amazing, this prop master can find oranges with the same fruit pattern.

Although today's magic is dry, it is better than deciphering, and it can be regarded as a bright spot.

Ahhh, I'm curious, how did this change?During the whole process, I saw them throw oranges in the air, and then they landed in their hands, and the oranges were replaced.

I didn't even think it was magic anymore.

Upstairs, this is magic, and today is magic time.

Everyone talked to each other, chattering started to discuss, the fruit tea left this suspense, she happily took off the civet cat orange and prince orange that were exchanged in front of everyone, and took off the pieces of orange, and then put it into her mouth .

The scene of fruit tea and oranges being eaten with gusto turned into a very cute room decorated in pink, with pink mosquito nets, pink dolls, pink skirts, and pink European-style round hats on the cabinets.

Meng Yao squatted on the chair, it can be said that her legs were squatting on the chair. She wore black-rimmed glasses, which brought a bit of mature charm to her previous unscrupulous image.

It's just that at this moment, she is holding a bowl of phoenix pepper instant noodles, boiled red oil soup soaked with white boiled eggs, and two Taiwanese-style crispy sausages, accompanied by the pungent numb aroma spreading throughout the room.

Meng Yao hadn't touched the instant noodle fork yet, but with her right hand holding the fork, she stretched out a finger to pick up her black-rimmed glasses and adjusted the angle.

She looked at the pink face of the fruit tea, which looked like a freshly baked boiled egg, and wanted her to take a bite, and then looked at the fresh smile of the fruit tea, which made her feel refreshed. It was a pink color that blended with her favorite surrounding woman.

It was so much to her liking.

However, she is more interesting in person.

When Aunt Hong opened the door and came in, she found that Meng Yao was squatting in front of the computer desktop, holding instant noodles without eating, but her eyes were as eager as Lie Yu's.

Aunt Hong saw that it was Wang Jing's podcaster.

She couldn't help reminding: "You can play other things if you want to play, don't attack her."

Meng Yao didn't take it seriously and said, "Who said I'm going to attack her?" She took a sip of the boiling oil, and the burning sensation in her mouth stimulated her tongue buds.

She just loves the thrill of food.

When she saw the fruit tea live broadcast room, she lowered her head to face the heat of instant noodles, and soon a layer of white mist appeared from the glasses on the tip of her nose, covering her aggressive eyes.

"How can such a simple and lovely woman use the word "hands off"?"

"It's really disrespectful to her."

Aunt Hong heard that her tone was wrong, she couldn't help but frowned and said, "Meng Yao, now is an extraordinary period, so don't draw others' attention anymore."

Meng Yao didn't speak anymore, she started to eat her instant noodles with her head down, and said while eating, "The instant noodles are still delicious, compared to the dinners in some high-end restaurants, it's really hard for me to swallow."

Speaking of this, Aunt Hong became even more dissatisfied: "Mr. Wei invited you over last time, and you were able to put people's pigeons away. What do you think you have a future like this? That's Mr. Marketing of the entertainment company in this city, so you are in vain. This opportunity wasted."

Meng Yao still didn't speak.

Aunt Hong has long been used to her being cold and hard, so she gave up talking so much, and persuaded: "You just have to wait for three months, and everything will come to fruition.