Bai Yueguang doesn't follow the script

""Some Years in July" sounds good? Thank you."

"Who is the next #直播挑战#? You will know when I finish the roll call."

Halfway through Yu Huai's live broadcast, the popularity gradually increased.

"If you want to hear me sing, let's go tonight. I'll sing to you on the beach at night. The environment there is great."

Yu Huai's live broadcast lasted for half an hour, and it was almost over when the fans finished asking the questions they wanted to ask. After quitting the live broadcast, he named Qian Hai as the next live broadcast relay person on Weibo, and then went out to play with Song Shicheng.

Because the time of the live broadcast was notified in advance, and it was broadcast on the morning of the weekend rest day, the number of people who came to watch Yu Huai's live broadcast was not particularly large. When it was noon, social animal netizens could only watch the live broadcast. Played back live.

Wen Guanxuan's life has been very nourishing recently, and the performance of his last comeback broke the historical record again, which made him enjoy a lot of praise from fans.

When he is in a good mood, he doesn't care much about the attention of his manager Jiang Pingyuan's newcomers. He comes back once or twice a year.

The string of zero balance on the bank card is enough for him to spend several lifetimes.

[The remuneration for the commercial performance has been charged to your card, pay attention to check it. ]

It was a text message from Jiang Pingyuan.

Wen Guanxuan looked at the text message, opened the mobile banking, looked at the amount of the incoming account, sat up immediately, and replied to Jiang Pingyuan.

[I remember that the salary for the last commercial performance was more than 200 million, why did you pay me 30? ? ]

[You forgot that we haven't paid the bill yet, what we signed with KUKO is not a buyout contract. ]

That person refers to the new gunman found last time.

[The share doesn’t need to be that much, besides, the company didn’t settle the bill for me until the end of the year, so you just deducted it from my salary, why didn’t you ask me for my opinion. ] Wen Guanxuan questioned.

Although Jiang Pingyuan knows that Wen Guanxuan is a person who loves money like his life, but now he is still dealing with the affairs of the little artists under him. .

Jiang Pingyuan restrained his impatience and tried his best to explain patiently.

[Don’t tell me you regretted it. You insisted on his song when you heard his demo. I told you about the situation and you agreed.The agreement also states that settlements are made on the first of every January. He is a gunman, not a philanthropist, and has no obligation to wait for us to pay at the end of the year.Besides, look at the response to your last comeback, and the money transferred from the sold album is much more than this, this money is nothing to you.If you still want to ask him to get a good song next time, we have to give him enough benefits.When getting the money, KOKU also said, next time there is a new song, think of us first. ]

That's what he said, but Wen Guanxuan was reluctant to put his own money into other people's pockets.

[How much money did you take from me, isn't that enough for you to give him? ]

[Okay, I'll go back and talk to you, it's not convenient to talk outside. ]

Wen Guanxuan snorted, and slipped away as soon as money was mentioned.

In order to maintain a sense of mystery, he has not appeared in front of the public for two months, and even seldom posts on Weibo.

Jiang Pingyuan became more and more inattentive, and he looked down on the resources he was looking for, and felt that they were downgraded.

However, there was an event recently that allowed him to make a proper appearance in front of fans, and he might even earn a few hot searches without spending money.

For someone like him who has debuted for many years and can be a rookie and senior, sometimes it is more important to show his face in front of people, and the popularity is far more important than the money.

Wen Guanxuan opened Weibo, and habitually watched the rainbow farts blown by fans under his Weibo comments. After watching them comfortably, he searched for the activities he followed a few days ago on the search interface.

#直播挑战# How justifiably appearing in front of the public, it seems that he is remembered by the people in the circle, but it will not make people feel urgent, which ruins the force of his artist name.

Coincidentally, when Wen Guanxuan searched, the replay of Yu Huai's live broadcast in the morning appeared in front of his eyes.

Wen Guanxuan raised his eyebrows, this is the boy who knew Qian Hai.

He also listened to the manager's new little artist playing and singing the song "June of Some Years" released in June.

It's nice to ask him to say it nicely, but it's too drooling.

The rosy face on the boy's cover made Wen Guanxuan unknowingly enter the replay of the live broadcast.

It seems that the young man is not used to live broadcasting on the Internet. When netizens ask questions, they will answer all the questions they see one by one seriously.

The tender red lips chewed on the croissant, and turned his whole face to the camera when he couldn't read the words clearly. His curly and thick eyelashes swept up and down following the sliding white words, like the tail of a comet waving past.

Wen Guanxuan looked at the young man's tender cheeks that could pinch water, and the unbelievably clear peach blossom pupils with slightly curved tails, and couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

But thinking that he had such an enviable face when he was young, the boy will grow old one day, maybe he won't be as well maintained when he reaches his age.

Thinking of this, Wen Guanxuan couldn't help but feel a little more balanced.

He quit the boy's live broadcast replay, but he became more and more satisfied with the boy, and he had imagined everyone's reaction when the boy clicked him as the next live broadcast object.

The talented young people boldly named the big seniors in the music scene to do the live broadcast.

In recent years, he has not often appeared in the public eye, and he is a high-end and mysterious artist senior.

Under such circumstances, let him guess how the fans will react, maybe he will reprimand the young man for his audacity. Passers-by will probably think that the nameless newcomer admires the demeanor of the senior, which is a good story.

The most important thing is that this immature young man seems to have a good relationship with Qian Hai. After this, Qian Hai might lose another friend, Wen Guanxuan laughed in his heart.

All in all, he's the biggest beneficiary.

He thought about condescending to say something caring to the boy later, and hinting at him by the way, let him figure out what he meant by himself.

Wen Guanxuan felt that his idea was perfect, but when he clicked on Yu Huai's Weibo homepage to send him a private message, the corners of Yuyue's upwardly curved mouth suddenly froze.

He opened his eyes and looked carefully, and was sure that the boy had already selected the next #直播挑战#, and this person was Qian Hai who was a potential threat to him.

Wen Guanxuan sat up straight in disbelief, swiped down to refresh the page, it was still the same.

OK!It's great!

This little rookie with a hairless hair is actually going to have a positive response with Qian Hai. He entered the comment without believing in evil, but the expected fight did not appear, and the comment area was harmonious.

Wen Guanxuan clenched his fists.

"Did you secretly wipe off the sunscreen in the morning? Look at your flushed face."

Song Shicheng and Yu Huai returned to the hotel exhausted. Today they spent the whole day surfing at the beach and had a great time.

Yu Huai touched his face, feeling a little itchy and painful.

"What's wrong? Sunburned?" Song Shicheng hurriedly put down the two coconuts he had brought back from the beach.

"Uncomfortable, and pain in the back of the neck."

Having said that, Song Shicheng became even more anxious.

"You lower your head, let me see."

Yu Huai stopped his head obediently, the whole skin on the back of his neck was as red as his face.

"It should be sunburned. I'll call and ask my uncle's family doctor."

Song Shicheng was on the phone, and Yu Huai went into the bathroom to shower his face with cold water.

"The doctor said that what you are suffering from is mild sunburn. Apply some aloe vera gel to calm your skin, and pay attention to sun protection in the next few days." Song Shicheng said, and opened the emergency luggage bag that his aunt had prepared for them. There was indeed aloe vera gel in it.

"You'll catch a cold after soaking in cold water for too long, come out soon, I'll apply aloe vera gel for you."

Yu Huai wiped off the water droplets on his body with a towel and walked out.

"Is painting this useful?"

"It's useful. The doctor said that a thick compress is the best. Sit down and I'll apply it for you." Song Shicheng looked at Yu Huai again, "Why don't you take off your clothes and apply it on the places exposed to the sun."

Yu Huai looked at Song Shicheng suspiciously, always feeling something strange.

Song Shicheng felt guilty, touched his nose and said.

"If you don't take off your clothes, it will all stick to your clothes later."

The skin on the boy's upper body was white and radiant, his chest and abdomen were covered with a thin layer of muscles, he was thin but not skinny, just like a figure that looked thin and fleshy when he was dressed and undressed.

Song Shicheng didn't see clearly when he was surfing, but at this time he saw the young man's soft and delicate skin at a close distance, Song Shicheng touched the place under his nose, and felt that his nosebleed was about to flow out.

Yu Huai turned his back, and didn't wait for the movement of the person behind him for a long time, so he turned and glanced.

"What are you dazed about?"

Song Shicheng coughed: "Immediately."

Quickly squeeze a large lump of transparent aloe vera gel on your hands and spread it evenly.

From the fragile neck to the soft shoulder blades, slowly descending along the direction of the spine, next to the thin waistline is a pair of symmetrical waist dimples, and then descending...

Song Shicheng wiped the floor very seriously at the beginning, but slowly, dark emotions gradually gathered in his eyes, and his movements gradually changed.

The slender neck is so fragile that it can be controlled with a pinch, and the shoulder blades below are shaped like butterflies, as if giving it a little strength can make it fly.There are also those small waists, which make people feel that they are specially designed for another person. The wide palms should be able to fit perfectly with the waists. After gripping tightly, the boy's body will be firmly locked under him. .

"You!" Yu Huai turned around abruptly.

A pillow whizzed towards him, and the city of Song Shi, who was dreaming beautifully, was being hit.

Yu Huai snatched the aloe vera gel from Song Shicheng's hand, with a slightly anxious tone.

"Go away, I will do it myself!"

As he spoke, he walked quickly into the bathroom wearing slippers, and closed them with a bang.

Yu Huai left in a huff, Song Shicheng realized that he had offended him, but the warmth left in his hands still made his heart flutter.

He had no choice but to suppress the fire in his heart before walking to the bathroom.

The doorknob turned, but didn't.

Yu Huai locked the door.

For some reason, Song Shicheng suddenly chuckled, as if seeing the nervousness of the man inside when he heard the doorknob turning.

He knocked on the dim glass door and said softly.

"The time for checking the score of the college entrance examination is coming, so hurry up and come out."