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The scene froze for a second, and then was completely captured by overwhelming laughter.

Audience 1: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! !

Audience 2: Hahahaha Teacher Ape couldn't be more praiseworthy! ! o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Audience 3: Mr. Yuan actually thought about it for a while, hahahaha! o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Audience 4: Light a candle for the Great God hahaha! (Candle)

Audience 5: Light a candle for God! +1 (candle)

Audience 6: Light a candle for God! +2 (candle)

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"Hahahaha," Qi Jin couldn't help laughing, and couldn't stop beating the table, "Light a candle for the Great God +3."

"Plagiarism or not, I believe Longbow has already mentioned it in the last game, so I won't repeat it here, let's just discuss the matter based on this scene."

Yuan Zhengming spoke slowly in a lukewarm tone.

"Talking about dubbing, contestant No. 10's voice is very unique, and it's a good material, but what I want to see is a dress that fits the upper body, looks good, and is decent. The material is good, but it can't stand cutting. Yes. I’m not a real orangutan, so it’s not enough to just cover it with a piece of cloth... Hey, where’s contestant No. 10?”

Qi Yu was laughing so much that he had to wipe the corners of his eyes with his hands, when he suddenly heard him ask this question, he hurriedly searched the member list, and it turned out that Tongquetai was no longer in the channel—to be honest, it would not be very kind and shameless for him to stay here. It is too much to let people go back and apply the face after layer after layer.

However, the Great God is a Great God after all, and after leaving the channel, the number of people online suddenly decreased by two or three thousand.

"Hey... It was beneficial to listen to the comments, but there is no way for people to leave." Yuan Zhengming was not flustered at all, but regretted that Tongque Terrace gave up this opportunity for advancement, "Since No. 10 is not here, then I Let’s be honest. No. 10 is very good innate conditions, but not enough hard work the day after tomorrow. I’m quite blind. I can’t see many details in the first act. The player himself, not the character itself, I hope he can take care of himself in the future."

Qi Wei smiled lightly in front of the screen: "He was like this when he was acting in "The Trap", it's useless."

According to Tongque TV's theory, radio dramas are secondary creations, and it's good for the audience to express their satisfaction, and it doesn't matter whether they post the original or not.

It's just empty talk.

"To be fair, the voice charm of No. 10 contestant is one of the best among all the contestants. It is almost as charming as a cheating device. It is easy to make the audience crazy addicted in a short time. But the longer the time, the more lines, the more difficult it is. Think carefully."

Speaking of this, Yuan Zhengming suddenly realized himself.

"Ah! That's right, because No. 10 said that he used to be a commercial partner, so I just looked at the player's file. It turned out that he used to dub commercials, and I understood it all at once-the purpose of commercial advertisements is not correct. Is it 'fooling people with a good voice'?"

Qi Chen felt that the stomach trouble she hadn't experienced for a long time was about to recur.

If Yuan Zhengming continued to comment like this, he could bear the laughter until his stomach ached to death, which really hurt his body.

In order not to die laughing in front of the computer, he decided to temporarily take off the earphones, picked up the unknown little return date at his feet, and happily lowered his head for a while, slowing down the urge to laugh out loud.

"Meow~" Xiao Guiqi rested his paw on Qi Jin's hand, as if he had realized the importance of himself, so he proudly asked his master for more rations.

Qi Yu really generously rewarded a few small biscuits.

After the mini-return period was over, all the comments on "Qin Tuo" were over, and the channel began to enter the rest period, preparing for the next "Fang Yisheng" competition.

Qi Jin took this time to look at her phone.

Not a single text message - presumably the mother and son are still talking.As an outsider, he shouldn't intervene at this moment, but concerns are still inevitable.

[Talk slowly, my side is fine, don't worry].

Obviously he missed using the recording to relieve his loneliness, but he still sent such a generous text message to let the other party not miss him.After typing the above content, Qi Yu originally wrote the six words [but I miss you very much] at the bottom, but after thinking about it, he pressed the back button to delete it.

If you want to be generous, be generous to the end. Let's pretend better.

Confirm and send.

"Huh..." After the text message came out, Qi Jin gently threw the phone to the pillow, fell back on the bed and took a deep breath, and said to herself with a wry smile, "I think that we will meet again tomorrow, and I don't have a pillow tonight Hug, I feel so lonely."

One disadvantage of living in a house for a long time is that every corner of the room is familiar and familiar, and the figures of the people who live under the same roof are also vivid.Now no matter where my eyes fall, I can find the picture of that person appearing there from my memory.

It's like watching a movie too many times, and all the clips in it are still memorable even if you close your eyes. You only need a simple prop to automatically restore the picture in your mind.

The desk is where Shen Yan usually works.

The bookcase is where Shen Yan quietly pulls out a book to read in his spare time.

The table lamp, with warm light, most remembers Shen Yan's focused and gentle side face under the light. When she hears her call, she will turn around, and then smile slightly, and the light will flow in those eyes.

And the bed underneath...

"No, if you think about it, you won't have to sleep tonight." Qi Zhen shook her head, her ears were a little red, and she resolutely prevented the power of association from continuing to play out.He got up quickly and decided to find some irrelevant things to do to distract himself.

Coincidentally, there was a private message on Weibo that reminded me that it was none other than my competitor crossing the bridge rice noodle half an hour later.

Of course he knew the consequences of being so cruel to Tongquetai tonight, so he simply turned off QQ, leaving only Weibo and YY online.In order not to see Dashen's fans cursing, he even turned off the Weibo comment function, and the private message will not prompt "unfollowed people", so it doesn't matter if you stay.

What's more, he had already had a conversation with Guoqiao Mixian, and the system would directly prompt him.

CV-Crossing Bridge Rice Noodles: Return date, if you are here, please hit me up.

CV- no return date: here.

Qi Jin has chosen the stealth function at present, but the online indicator light of the bridge rice noodle is always on, and it is estimated that it is always online.Sure enough, after he finished replying, the other party responded quickly.

CV-Crossing Bridge Rice Noodles: Good evening.

CV-no return date: good evening. ^_^

CV-Crossing Bridge Rice Noodles: I remember you said that your hand is injured and typing is inconvenient, can you use voice?

CV-Don't ask about return date: Well, but I don't want to open QQ for now...forgive me.

CV-Crossing Bridge Rice Noodles: I think so too. YY voice is also available, come to this room, I often go to this place, there are few people, and it is convenient to talk.

After all, give a room number.

Qi Yan couldn't help laughing when she saw it—isn't this the practice channel "Nagging" dedicated to Xiaoqing that she also went to? Could it be that Mi Nian is also a frequent visitor there?

He logged in, and followed the instructions of Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles into a small room.

Although the room itself is not encrypted, but now there is not even a single person in the channel who is accumulating points, so there is no need to hide it.Even if the content below Mi Nian is the most sensitive in the current online distribution circle: "I listened to that "Qin Tuo" game in front of you."

"what?"

Did bridge-crossing rice noodles actually listen to the game just now? As the official CP of Tongque Terrace, it's really... subtle.I don't know where he stands.

Qi Jin smiled and asked intentionally, "What do you think after listening to it?"

"Hmph, Tongque Terrace has done it to itself." Crossing the Bridge Mi Nian was completely calm, showing no sympathy for the other party. If the "moss party" found out, they would all cry and faint in the toilet, and all the toilet paper would be used to wipe away their tears.

"You don't think I'm the white-eyed wolf who is slandering him?" Qi Wei was very curious.

"Whoever makes a false accusation can be figured out as long as you think about it carefully. The content of the post on the forum seems logical at first glance, but it must be based on the premise of 'you and Tongquetai have a private relationship'. But this premise There is absolutely no evidence to prove it, so what is said below is nonsense.”

Hearing the word "nonsense", Qi Jin thought of the other party's miraculous ability to refute rumors on Weibo, and it was normal to choose not to believe Tongquetai.

He then smiled slightly: "Thank you, but you'd better not say it publicly about Mi Nian. You are different from me, and you have so many fans in common with the Great God. It's always not good to get involved."

Crossing the bridge rice noodles did not answer.

I guess he should be very clear about what he said - this muddy water is not easy to navigate.

"By the way, Mi Xian, is your microphone not adjusted properly, the volume is too low."

In order to end the state of silence between the two of them, Qi Yu first broke the silence with a smile.In fact, from the very beginning, he felt that the output volume of the other party's microphone was too low, or the voice was too low, in short, the pressure was very low, and it was difficult for him to sound, so he just reminded him.

The person on the other end of the line paused slightly, and stopped talking.

"I'm not too convenient for the time being..." loudly.

Before he finished speaking, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Qi Jin's earphones. It was very soft and vague, and it seemed to come from a relatively short distance.He had heard the voice before, and it was impossible not to recognize the voice: "...who are you talking to?"

what……

Qi Min was stunned for sure, and at the same time she came back to her senses, she suddenly took an inaudible breath, held her breath, and unconsciously pressed her fingers against her mouth, as if she was afraid that she would accidentally call out the ID in the next moment.

The voice disappeared for two seconds, and when it sounded again, it seemed a little more awake than before: "Is it the return date..."

Then there was a rustling of fabric, and someone in the background was adjusting his posture, probably trying to get up from somewhere.

Qi Zhen shook on the seat, suddenly her heart was beating wildly, her face was flushed, and she was hesitating whether to continue listening, only to hear Guoqiao Mi Nian's deep voice, "What are you doing, lie down", followed by There was another hurried rubbing of cloth, louder and heavier than the previous one.

Qi Min was completely blank, unable to speak a single word.

"Well……"

The man let out a muffled grunt, which sounded like he was getting far away, and the sound of clothes rubbing was intermittent, but never stopped. It seemed that he was unwilling to lie back.Even, he pressed down again in a short while, and his deep breath could be heard gently blowing on the surface of the microphone.

Couldn't be any closer.

"Can't you be a little gentler to the patient?" The man asked in a low voice, like a whisper, "Huh?"

As expected of the great master back then, the earnest tone of voice alone has completely changed his temperament, and even the small ending sound that he raised his voice softly at the end has a special taste.

And this way of speaking like it is attached to the ear, the hearing will be unknowingly crisp.

Although Qi Yu wouldn't be overwhelmed, the fact that the man appeared in the background sound had such an impact on his heart that he blushed for a while.

Don't listen to evil, don't listen to evil...

Qi Chen read these four words in a hurry as if chanting Buddha, and she stuttered a little: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know you now... Anyway, you continue."

Just as he was about to exit the YY room, unexpectedly, Guoqiao Mixian stopped him in time, saying "wait for the return date, don't leave" and quickly turned off the microphone.

Qi Yu had no choice but to stay, not daring to go away.

In just a few minutes of waiting, dozens of hypotheses flashed through Qi Jin's mind. Even so, he could not recover from the shock for a long time.

When Guoqiao Mixian turned on the microphone again, 5 minutes had passed.

"Sorry, I can speak normally now," the man's voice was slightly panting, and he was still trying to correct his tone. Although he paused for the last sentence, his voice was not only not high but even lower, "That guy has been I turned back and went back to sleep. I'm in the living room now, you say."

Keep sleeping……

Now in the living room...

Since the word "continue" was used, the man should have been "sleeping" at the beginning... And the place just now was not the living room, so it was probably the bedroom.

"So what happened in these 5 minutes?"—Qi Wei wanted to ask this very much.But as a principled gentleman who doesn't pry into other people's privacy, he still chose to force his words back.

But he can still ask questions with obvious answers.

"That person just now...was Kuai Ma Qing Qiu?" The voice was absolutely unmistakable.

"Ah."

This one was a little more natural than the previous one, but the answer was still very soft.Qi Jin had never heard the tone of Qiao Mi Nian, nor had he heard the tone of Kuai Ma Qing Qiu. As a journalist, his curiosity was burning fiercely. .

So he coughed lightly.

"What's wrong with him?" He kept claiming that he was a patient, and he sounded really tired.Could it be...

"He has a high fever, forty degrees."

"Ah." Qi Min was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly that person was really sick, and had to feel extremely ashamed that he had just accidentally diverted his thinking to other aspects, so he quickly cleared his throat and put the topic in the right direction, "Yesterday He is fine, why is he so sick today?"

Crossing the bridge noodle suddenly smiled slightly.

What he said was reproachful, but not in a reproachful tone, but very gentle.

"This guy didn't know why he was crazy. He ran out of my apartment in the middle of the night and sat there until dawn. It was three or four degrees below zero in Beijing yesterday. When I found him this morning, he was frozen into a popsicle. He had a high fever of [-] degrees. I can't go back, and I still insisted on going back to the company to deal with some official business near noon, and when I came back in the afternoon, I was as groggy as a sick bug and couldn't move—it deserves it."