Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

There are still 5 minutes until the show officially starts.

Mo Bajue finished reading Xiao Xiaowai's information, raised his eyes lightly, and said coldly, "So, this is your so-called clarification program?"

It was the first time Xiao Xiaowai saw Mo Bajue with the chill on his face.

He always thought that the two debuted at very similar times, and they were both laymen in the circle. They shouldn't need to be as cautious as those high-level and son-in-law, but at this time, he couldn't help shrinking under such cold eyes.

This is probably what happens when people become big names, Xiao Xiaowai thought, but his expression still looked a bit cramped, "This, this is after all arranged by the higher authorities... and these materials, it took the working group a few days to complete The investigation sorted it out..."

Mo Bajue looked at him indifferently, without speaking.

"The problem is that it's a bit too much, but this is a program after all..." Xiao Xiaowai became more and more flustered, and explained in a messy manner, "The audience likes to watch things that are more intense now, and there are no new gimmicks recently. rate... the audience..."

"Enough." Mo Bajue stood up suddenly, walked in front of him, narrowed his black pupils dangerously, and said in a tight voice, "I'm not interested in ratings, audience interest, popularity, etc. ...I just want to ask, aren't you and An Ran friends?"

Xiao Xiaowai suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth.

"Do you not care how much such a thing can destroy him?"

"..." Xiao Xiaowai bit his lower lip and lowered his head, "How could he not care..."

Mo Bajue's eyes slowed slightly, but he heard him whisper, "But for doing such a thing... that child is also very pitiful..."

The slender fingertips pierced into the palm of his hand, and Mo Bajue looked at him in disbelief, as if looking at a complete stranger, "Don't you believe him? He can't do that kind of thing... You don't believe him?"

Xiao Xiaowai rolled his eyes in embarrassment, "I..."

The annoyed voice of the editor and director outside the door suddenly came, yelling and cursing all over the room, "Tsk, why isn't that An Ran here yet?! The show is about to start! You're so fucking depressed, and you still think you're a Wrist? Go call again!" Turning around and seeing that the two of them were in a stalemate, they couldn't help frowning, "What are you dawdling about? Hurry up and get familiar with the information, get on stage!"

'"Director." Mo Bajue frowned, and was about to walk over, "I don't..."

"Huh?" The director turned his head impatiently.

"Hey! You're crazy!" Xiao Xiaowai pulled him back and said with an unfriendly expression, "I don't feel good seeing him like this, but the show will continue. The problem has delayed my future!"

Mo Bajue was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"What is going on between you has nothing to do with me, but I advise you, that person has been used to being a scumbag since he was a child, and there is nothing he can't do." Xiao Xiaowai gritted his teeth, "I finally got to where I am now. , even if you don't cherish your hard work along the way, I will guard it even if I die!"

Mo Bajue looked at him like a cat whose foot had been trampled on, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Oh, God An, you are finally here." Someone said something strangely, Xiao Xiaowai and Mo Bajue's expressions changed at the same time, and they looked towards the door, and sure enough, they saw An Ran walking over as if nothing had happened. .

In the past, it was respectful to be called a great god, but now it is full of contempt, gloating, or sympathy.

An Ran had already made such mental preparations, so he didn't pay any attention to it. He just walked towards Mo Bajue with a sullen face. When he saw Xiao Xiaowai was there, he paused, but he didn't stop.

"Hi." An Ran smiled and greeted as nonchalantly as possible, "Why don't you go on stage first? The show is about to start."

"Senior..." I always thought that it doesn't matter, but the moment I saw An Ran, Xiao Xiaowai's nose suddenly felt sour, and his firm heart was shaken a little.

Mo Bajue glanced at him, and suddenly pulled An Ran out without saying a word.

An Ran was taken aback by him, almost fell to the ground, and hurriedly stabilized his body, but the strength of the idiot was no match for him, so he was dragged a few meters away, and shouted in surprise, "Hey, you What are you doing?!"

Mo Bajue turned his head and glanced at him lightly, "Go home."

"go home?which home?An Ran almost choked to death from the saliva, "What the hell? The broadcast will start soon, why are you crazy?!"

Mo Bajue didn't even look at him this time, and just pulled him out, holding his hands tightly, "I won't shoot anymore, let's quit."

"Huh?" An Ran wrinkled his face strangely, quit?Why?

The staff seemed to be stupefied by the sudden situation, and they didn't wake up until Mo Bajue said to quit. The director jumped up and grabbed An Ran's other hand, "Who allowed you to quit?! The program Are you responsible for opening the skylight?! Don’t leave! What kind of nerves did you suddenly have!”

Mo Bajue looked at the director with dark eyes, "I can't do this kind of program."

The editor-director was about to explode with rage, and roared, "If you can't do it, just go up and giggle at me and shut your mouth! Or get lost, how can the guests leave!"

An Ran still didn't understand, but he could guess that it was related to him, so he couldn't help frowning and asked, "What's going on?"

The director was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly winked at Mo Bajue, and said in a panic, "Uh, it's just a disagreement on some issues, so we don't ask if Bajue doesn't like it..."

An Ran glanced at the embarrassed Xiao Xiaowai from the corner of his eyes, took a few deep breaths, tried to keep his heartbeat from beating so fast, and asked calmly, "That's it?"

Xiao Xiaowai's breath was stagnant, and he nodded lightly, "Well, it's just some minor problems... I trust the seniors, so it doesn't matter if you are on the show."

An Ran's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled up in a happy arc, and he said softly, "Really? Do you believe me?"

Xiao Xiaowai swallowed his saliva, then nodded his head lightly, "I believe it, I have always..."

So please believe me, it doesn't matter...

He suddenly couldn't continue speaking this sentence.

Because he saw that An Ran smiled and bent a pair of bright eyes, and subtle warmth overflowed from the amber pupils.

Xiao Xiaowai suddenly felt that this kind of him was very strange, just like himself at this moment.

An Ran shook off the editor-director's hand, smiled and rubbed his Xiao Xiaowai's hair, just like how he had done in the past many years, then pursed his lips and smiled, "So it's like this...you still believe me ..."

"An Ran." Mo Bajue's slender arms suddenly went around behind him, holding him tightly in his arms, "Listen to me once, don't go on the show, he's lying to you."

An Ran's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and he lowered his head. His bangs were too long to cover half of his cheeks, and he couldn't see the color of his eyes clearly. He just smiled again, "Hey, you idiot..."

"Ok?"

"Sometimes, people still have to keep a little hope, right?"

"..."

An Ran sighed lightly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I want to persist until the last second, believe in the last second... Even if I am desperate, I must persist until the last second."

Mo Bajue hugged his arm tightly, then loosened it, and gently held his hand, "I'll be with you."

The show can finally officially begin.

Behind the translucent sea-blue curtain, sat five people wearing black cloaks, who looked like the legendary God of Death, and the two cards they held in their hands were the sickles of the God of Death.

The blood burst into the eyes and splashed into the eyes, and there was only the indifference of eternal life.

The director looks at the stage through the camera.

Xiao Xiaowai's face has been modified with makeup to make it look more delicate and innocent. The smile that the audience called Qingliu disappeared from his face at this time.

He opened his mouth slowly, and said in a cold and inorganic voice, "Today's program may be the most shocking since the start of "HRS". We have only one guest, and he is sitting opposite our entertainment judge, alone Surrounding him are the doubts of countless people, the hard-to-distinguish statements in front of the media, and the tears of a family... However, the truth that the court cannot give us, we will fight for by ourselves... I believe everyone We already know who he is, welcome to the special edition of "HRS" - True Lies, and we have our guest, An Ran."

The cold light shone on An Ran, and he looked at An Ran, who was sitting opposite the curtain, with a serious and righteous expression. He was sitting alone in the large multi-person sofa, looking so lonely, the world is no longer warm .

An Ran twitched the corners of her lips towards the camera, "Long time no see, everyone."

The audience immediately booed.

An Ran's face was a little stiff, but he still tried to stay normal, just smiled, "I didn't expect that just after I got out of the real court, I came to another trial with a wider audience... Thank you for your attention, I believe that the truth will not be covered up by rumors."

Even at such a time, it is really unpleasant to say some high-sounding scenes.

The eyes of the audience stabbed him like a sharp knife, even sharper than a real trial, more contemptuous and indifferent, or with a strong sense of ridicule.

There were hundreds of people in the audience, but there was only one person, always watching and listening with worried black eyes.

Look at his inadvertently trembling fingers.

Listen to his dry voice when he lowers his eyes.

However, he couldn't even do such a simple thing as walking to him to comfort him.