Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

"jing~"

The little tit raised its head sharply and flapped its wings away from him.

He Feng's eyes widened in surprise, "Can this little tit understand me?"

Wu Queque:!

Has he been exposed?

The little tit's flapping wings stopped, and then flapped a few more times to cover up, and obediently nested on the chair, pretending that it was just a simple little tit.

Lu Xinghan looked at him pretending to be a quail, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"No, go to the company."

The sound of a car engine sounded and then faded away.

Wu Queque flapped her wings and quickly flew away from the villa.

Xiaojinhe will look for it next time, and go back to live broadcast first.

Before Lu Xinghan arrived at the company, he received a message from the housekeeper.

The little tit flew away.

"Tell Wu Yue, don't look for Wu Queque, he's fine."

Lu Xinghan rubbed his phone, and after a few seconds, he suddenly said.

He Feng responded, but thought secretly in his heart.

How does Mr. Lu know that Wu Queque is fine?

As soon as Wu Queque returned to the dormitory, she called in as soon as she made a phone call.

"...Sister Yue..."

Wu Queque felt a little guilty.

"Do you still know how to answer the phone? How many times have I called you since last night? If you don't answer, I will go to the police."

Wu Yue's words came like shelling.

Wu Queque pinched the phone and obediently admitted her mistake: "I was wrong."

Wu Yue paused for a few seconds, didn't hold on to the question any longer, and only asked sideways, "What happened?"

"fine."

Wu Queque glanced at the time and let the matter pass.

"The live broadcast will start at nine o'clock."

"Prepare well and come to the company in the afternoon."

nine in the morning.

Wu Queque took a shower and changed clothes, and sat in front of the camera on time.

After the last live broadcast, he googled the meanings of the words he couldn't understand one by one.

This time it should be possible to communicate normally with the audience.

"Hi everyone, I'm Queque~"

[Wife Sparrow]: Sofa!

【Little Princess of Pig's House】: Sofa~

[Fish Ball Thick Noodles]: Good morning Quque~

……

Wu Queque suppressed her surprise and stared at the barrage.

He was really naive.

What's the point of a sofa...?

Although he tried his best to conceal his shock, the sharp-eyed "micro-expression experts" were still keenly aware of his changes.

[Spring Stroke]: Hahaha...

[Small shoulder bag]: Welcome to Queque's entertainment live broadcast: What does this mean?

[Ahhh]: No, Queque's shocked and dazed expression, every time I see it, I laugh.

[Number [-]]: I have started making emoticons

……

Wu Queque decided to learn the lesson from last time and sing more and chat less.

After all, he is the anchor of the vocal music area!

"Let me sing for everyone, sing—"

Wu Queque paused, before throwing the question to the audience.

"What do you want to hear?"

Sure enough, the barrage stopped chatting with him, but picked up a lot of song titles.

Wu Queque asked this question during the first live broadcast.

He memorized a few songs frequently played by netizens, and studied them carefully after the live broadcast.So now I don't panic when I see those song titles.

""Anyone", "Bird", "Writing for a Millennium"..."

Wu Queque picked out a few songs he could sing, took notes, and started playing the accompaniment.

The barrage is slowly swiping.

[Feng Ran]: Is it my illusion?I was so sleepy just now, now I suddenly wake up

[Love Expert]: I didn't notice it unless you said it. It seems that I am quite excited now.

[Honey xl]: Huh, finally someone said this, I thought I was the only one who felt this way

[Plants vs Zombies]: With all due respect, everyone here is l, s, p.

[La la la]: I'm not, I don't, who are you slandering upstairs?

……

After singing a song, Wu Queque looked at the barrage again and successfully recognized a new abbreviation.

L, S, P.

[Shu Ying]: LSP means to record videos, to praise people for their cuteness, and it means to record videos for people.

[Small shoulder bag]: The upstairs is right

[La la la]: plus one

……

The barrage started in a serious manner, giving Wu Queque the meaning of popular science.

Wu Queque was listening carefully at first, but soon realized something was wrong.

After all, some words don't sound like compliments.

The explanation of the recorded video is too far-fetched.

When he finishes the live broadcast, he will go to Baidu to find out what these words mean.

In an apartment a few kilometers away.

"dong dong"

There was a very light knock on the door.

"Xuan Bao, I've taken my medicine."

The room was quiet, without a sound.

After a long time, the door was quietly opened a crack, and a thin little boy showed his face.

He stared fixedly at the woman in front of him, and after a few seconds, he closed the door again, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

Zhou Wenting looked at the closed door in front of her, and sat down on the ground as if exhausted.

It's all her fault, it's all her fault...

Zhou Wenting covered her mouth, crying silently.

"Ding-dong-"

There was a knock on the door.

It's my cousin Zhou Yue.

"Is Xuan Bao feeling better recently?"

Zhou Wenting shook her head with difficulty, the tears that had just stopped were flooding again.

"Still not coming out, not talking."

"It's definitely not okay to let him stay in the room alone. How about I play some music?"

Zhou Yue thought about it and asked.

Zhou Wenting nodded, and put the quilt in her hand on the table.

"Look at it for me, and I'll talk to the doctor."

Zhou Yue moved a small stool and sat at the door, picked up her mobile phone and started playing the music she carefully selected.

A video recorder on the wall shows every move of the little boy in the room.

Xuan Bao was still turning the wheels of the little train one by one, deaf to the voices in his ears.

If it weren't for the moment when the sound sounded, his movements stopped for a few seconds, and Zhou Yue would have almost doubted whether there was a sound or not.

"Om-"

The phone vibrated for a second, the music stopped, and then changed to the ringtone that Zhou Yue had just changed.

"Raindrops are falling from the sky, dark clouds are slowly approaching..."

A pleasant voice rang in his ears, Zhou Yue quickly picked up his mobile phone and connected the call. Before he could speak, there was a cry from the opposite side.

"Yueyue..."

It's Zhou Wenting.

"The doctor said--"

"sister!"

Zhou Yue stared at the video recorder and interrupted her excitedly.

"Xuan Bao has responded."

The crying on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and there was a muffled collision sound.

staff dorm.

"Next is "Writing a Millennium"."

"If you have anything you want to hear, you can leave a message on Weibo and tell me, and I will prepare first."

Wu Queque showed a soft smile to the camera.

[No.[-]]: Man, I don't allow you to laugh like that!

[Fish Ball Thick Noodles]: Sitting up in shock while dying, Que Que always attacked here.

[Small Shoulder Bag]: Cute, I want to...

[Little Princess of Pig's House]: Cute, I want to...

……

Wu Queque looked at the mirror on one side puzzledly, making sure that there was nothing wrong with her smile.Seeing that the barrage quickly praised him for being cute and good-looking, he couldn't help showing another smile.

[Fan lxh will send you a prosperous fireworks ~]

[Congratulations to fan lxh for becoming the anchor's first Star Guardian. 】