Boys can't shed tears easily

Angkor: "..."

He glanced at the mobile phone number differently, and cursed even more angrily after confirming that he had dialed correctly.

"Okay, you bastard, you got dragged up with me, right? You owe six days of live broadcast, 48 hours, and you can make up for it yourself. If you can't make up at the end of the month, you will be deducted 50 wages for an hour!" After finishing speaking, Angkor made a final decision: "You settle the score Come on, let me see how you live."

It all adds up to a total of 2400, which even exceeds Mu Bai's salary last month, but Angkor thinks it should be taken for granted.

Signing Mu Bai was the stupidest decision in his life.

It's fine if he doesn't have the ability to make money, but his ability to cause trouble is not small. A news of falling into the water pushed the whole company to the forefront, and even he was scolded a lot.

Although he was the one who came up with the idea of ​​filming Jiang Chao——but with so many people in the world filming, why did you fall into it?

This is not what is waste?

The phone was hung up by Angkor, Mu Bai held the phone, and his brain performed a simple calculation.

The company, like most live broadcast companies, has a very low base salary, but a very high commission.

Mu Bai signed the lowest-level C contract, with a basic salary of 1800. The live broadcast lasts 12 hours a day, with 3 days off every month. After deducting the platform settlement, the rewards obtained in the live broadcast room will be divided into [-] to [-]%, and there will be bonuses calculated according to the commission at the end of the month .

And counting, the head of the company can even earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a month.

It sounds wonderful, but Mu Bai can't get all of these.

Because he is just a low-level nano-level anchor who has been on the air for a few months and still earns a few cents a day.

Angkor is right about one thing. If the time is not long enough, even if the company does not want him to lose money, it will be difficult for him to live for two months with the remaining money.

Mu Bai boarded the subway and returned to the company.

The company provides live broadcast equipment and dormitories. Although it is only a simple and small dormitory, it is enough to accommodate.

The dormitory is a small building built near the company. It is about nine floors high. It was converted from an old building. The downstairs is a youth hostel. There are shared bathrooms on each floor.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, Mu Bai saw the bed that should belong to him at the door.

It had been emptied by this time, and there was nothing on the bed.

The young boy sitting on the side playing with his mobile phone had a flamboyant expression, he didn't even bother to give him eyes, he just shouted: "The things have been taken away, Yang Tian told you to go downstairs to get them."

When Mu Bai returned to the residential building, he saw that the door of the utility room was pushed open from the inside, and a very familiar suitcase was thrown out.

That's his suitcase.

Then came out a young man in a jersey, with a lovely sunny and handsome brow.

She is the anchor of the same dormitory, and her online name is famous.

Yang Tian glanced at Mu Bai, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Mu Bai's shell is really good, even after so many days and moons, when he meets again, he can still be attracted by this face.

It's a pity, good-looking is good-looking, after all, he is a brainless bun, and his luck is also unlucky, and he has not had a financial backer for so long.

It is better to be raised as a canary than to be condemned by the whole network.

Soon he came back to his senses and said, "The company said that there are not enough places in the dormitory, so you are asked to move out temporarily."

Mu Bai glanced at the black marks stepped on the suitcase, raised his eyes, there was no panic as Yang Tian imagined, only calm.

It seemed like it was past ten o'clock at night, and being kicked out of the room with a bag was nothing more than a trivial matter, not even a grievance.

Yang Tian punched the air, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

Mu Bai said: "The contract is signed in black and white, and the dormitory will be provided."

"But I also added that this is when the beds are not tight." Yang Tian shrugged, "Unfortunately, there are a lot of newcomers here now, and the beds are very tight, so I can only wrong you."

There is no record of this paragraph in the contract in memory, it should be that the original owner didn't pay attention and was introduced into the pit by the company.

Mu Bai glanced back, there was dust in front of the empty dormitories at the end of the corridor, and there was no sign of people living there.

It's not that the beds are tight, but that the company wants to force him to leave.

Now Mu Bai is just a small anchor who can't even guarantee food and clothing, and has no time to play contract games with the company.

If you don't go, you can only sleep in the park tonight.

"Understood." Mu Bai nodded clearly.

The young man lifted the suitcase, his slender arms and the heavy object made him look more fragile. Just when Yang Tian was wondering if he could lift it up, the suitcase suddenly tipped over.

The suitcase seemed to have a bad wheel and couldn't balance at all when it was only half up.

The whole box fell towards Mu Bai, even though the boy caught it in time, it still hit his calf.

There was a heavy muffled sound.

Mu Bai immediately fell down, his right hand tightly covering his calf, the small piece of delicate skin on the wound was visible to the naked eye.

On the Haicheng trail, two young people walked side by side.

The lights beside the road were not on, and only the side face of the young man could be vaguely seen, reflecting the straight nose, sharp eyebrows, and slender legs wrapped in trousers.

There was a sports bracelet hanging loosely on his wrist, and there was a loose look of laziness between his brows. He just responded softly to what others said, without any extra emotion in his eyes.

Ruan Yi, who was walking beside him, shrank his neck, already used to this "overwhelmed" atmosphere.

Jize has been a child of someone else's family since he was a child.

He studies well, looks handsome, and even plays games easily. The fly in the ointment is probably that always lazy and casual tone, as if he doesn't care about anything.

Even if you get on the podium to announce the first grade, you are like a sleeper in the back row who comes to read the review book aloud.

"KH seems to be in contact with Mike. Next season, KH's starting mid laner will probably be him." Ruan Yi complained, "Tsk, I really don't like that kid. He's so arrogant that he didn't enter the LPL. If he really wins the game, his tail won't turn up. to heaven."

Jize said "oh" lightly, with a lazy tone: "Do whatever you want."

Just a few months after the All-Star break, the entire league has entered a staggered transfer period.

The KH veteran who has played against Jize for three years has retired, and the default successor in the circle is Mike.

He just turned 18, three years younger than Jize, and before he became popular, he talked about his idol Jishen. Seeing that he is about to enter the LPL, his attitude has undergone a 180-degree change.

Hearing his friend's calm voice, Ruan Yi panicked slightly: "With your attitude, you are really going to retire, right?"

Ruan Yi's worries were not without reason.

It has not been heard by the audience, but everyone in the club knows that Jize's tenosynovitis is getting worse, and the doctor ordered him to stop playing games for three consecutive hours. Jize has almost become a glass man protected by the whole team.

For professional players who are at their peak, retirement is undoubtedly a life-affecting event.

And their JG club can no longer afford the loss of another veteran.

Although they still won the championship in the last World Championship, it is indeed the only time in the past three years that JG has played a full BO5, and the status of several members has declined seriously.

As soon as the game ended, Ruan Yi, who was the starting top laner, became a substitute to assist in the transfer.

The worries of fans on social software can go up several pages, and the only confidence left for them is Jize, the pillar of the team.

This is also the main reason why the team concealed Jize's injury.

Jize just glanced at his right hand indifferently, the beautiful and slender fingers with well-defined knuckles, and a small piece of inconspicuous gray tape stuck to his perfect wrist.

"Maybe, it doesn't matter." Jize squeezed his wrist, "When he can't move, he will naturally retire."

"Then you should actively take care of your hands..." Ruan Yi persuaded, and suddenly heard a muffled sound.

They looked up and saw two people standing under a house not far away, among them the younger one squatted on the ground, the neck meat exposed by the neckline was so white that it seemed to glow.

His calf was bruised and purple, as if injured, his lips were tightly pressed at the moment, and his eyes were covered with mist.

The moment Ruan Yi stopped to observe, Jize had already walked out first.

He hurried to catch up, and blamed: "Why are you walking so fast? I still want to see what happened."

Ji Ze didn't turn his head back: "There's nothing to see."

"Look at the handsome guy." Ruan Yi had a natural expression, "Others are so good-looking, why should I take a closer look?"

Jize raised his eyelashes, glanced behind him, paused at the young man's clenched fingers, and then looked away.

His voice was flat: "Crying after such a small injury, how fragile it is."

Ruan Yi smiled: "You don't understand this. Some people are born to be painful."

"So you're going to help him?" Jize asked.

Ruan Yi froze his head instantly: "No, no need."

"That's it." Jize recalled the fragile face like a porcelain doll just now, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

He has seen too many such beautiful things, beautiful but fragile, like a butterfly with bright wings, which can only be caught in the hands of children, break their wings, and fall into a messy and ugly reptile.

Ji Ze narrowed his eyes, suppressing the inexplicable hostility in his heart: "No matter how pitiful you are, you have to meet someone with a soft heart."

My friend was right.

Recalling the fate of some lovers in the wealthy circle, Ruan Yi suddenly fell silent and gave a hundred approvals in his heart.

Seeing Mu Bai's embarrassed appearance, Yang Tian suddenly felt guilty.

Even though he was stupid, he was still a child after all, so the company's decision was too cold-blooded.

When he stepped forward and was about to help Mu Bai, the young man had already arched his back and staggered to his feet.

The bruises on the legs were shocking, Mu Bai's forehead was covered with sweat from the pain, and his beautiful eyes were faintly red, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

Yang Tian suddenly remembered that Mu Bai loves to cry.

Whenever he bumps into bumps, or is wronged, he will always cry with his mouth flattened.

Mu Bai was so calm today, he almost forgot.

"Don't cry." Yang Tian took out a tissue and handed it over, but his hand was pushed away.

Mu Bai's beautiful brows were frowned, as if trying to hold back his tears, his pale lips were bitten into bright pink, but the water in the bottom of his eyes never turned into teardrops.

The young man's nose fluttered, and his voice had a soft cry like a small animal, but he clenched the suitcase even harder.

Mu Bai turned his head away, sniffed, and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't cry."

His eyes were hot, he didn't know where this strange emotion came from, it seemed sad, but also a little bit wronged.

Mu Bai held back his crying.

He never cried, nor would he allow himself to cry.

After all, he grabbed the suitcase involuntarily, and the heavy suitcase accompanied by the damaged wheels made a series of unpleasant noises, which sounded very heavy.

With his slender back tensed, the boy limped and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Yang Tian stared blankly at the empty corridor, and after a long, long time, he gently rubbed the tissue in his palm.

The tissues are soft and slightly cool, like...

Mu Bai's fingertips are the same.