After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

In the silence, Hang Xiutu walked slowly to Hang Yang's bed, picked up the mobile phone that kept making embarrassing sounds, and glanced at it casually.

Hang Yang quietly wrapped himself up tightly with a quilt, praying for Hang Xiutu's sudden amnesia outbreak, he forgot to call himself to eat and went out...Suddenly, a slender hand reached into the quilt and walked along Hang Xiutu Yang's shoulder probed upwards, then grabbed Hang Yang's collar and "caught" Hang Yang out of the bed like lifting some animal cub.

"What time is it?" Hang Xiutu pinched his rosy face, "Since I finished filming "Meng Xia" and came home, I've been getting more and more sleepy every day."

Before his stupid brother could react, he stretched out his hand and poked his limp stomach: "The muscles that were trained before joining the group in "Zhihua Gai" are all gone."

"Brother!" Hang Yang was afraid of ticklish, and with a flick of his body, he hugged his stomach and shrank instantly. During the struggle, he lifted up his pajamas, revealing half of his white and slender waist, and the beautiful lines on his top were gathered into the fluffy pajamas... ...The mobile phone that Hang Xiutu threw away was placed face up on the head of the bed at the moment, and the white and beautiful neck and shoulders on it were dazzling.

One movement and one stillness, the two "beauties" add radiance to each other, which is an innocent, youthful, but extremely alluring beauty.

A hot comment happened to catch Hang Xiutu's eyes:

[It’s as beautiful as a freshly ripened fruit. I don’t even know how juicy and sweet this fruit is. It’s still hanging on the branch in a dazed and ignorant way, not knowing how many coveting eyes there are under the tree]

Hang Xiutu paused, then turned the phone over as if nothing had happened: "Change your clothes, get up and eat."

Then hurried out the door.

A few seconds after the sound of closing the door sounded, Hang Yang grabbed his bird's nest-like hair and got up tremblingly. He grabbed his mobile phone and looked at it in horror——

hiss!Hang Yang gasped, wanting to cry but no tears: what's the matter!

Like a thief, Hang Yang leaned on the railing and bumped down the stairs in small steps, padded his feet and slowly moved to the dining table, gently opened the seat, and quietly stuffed himself in, sitting so well-behaved that he was almost upright.

But Hang Xiutu didn't express at all, his expression was calm and indifferent, eating, chewing...everything was as calm and elegant as usual, in stark contrast to Hang Yang who was beside him with a prickly back and sitting on pins and needles.

Hang Yang looked at a fish in front of him with big eyes and small eyes for a while, but he was really not in the mood to talk, and he was listlessly stirring in the bowl with a pair of chopsticks.

"Hang Yang." Hang Xiutu's voice suddenly sounded.

Hang Yang was shocked on the spot, sat up straight, and stammered: "Brother, what's the matter, what's the matter?"

Hang Xiutu turned the chopsticks in his hand, and tapped the chopsticks on the edge of Hang Yang's bowl: "Eat well."

"Oh, oh, harm..." Hang Yang showed him a stiff smile, raised his wrist and picked up a few slices of green vegetables.

Hang Xiutu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression became a little elusive, and he tapped lightly on the table with his left hand: "Have you developed some interesting hobbies recently?"

Hang Yang almost spit out the soup in his mouth with a "poof", and coughed it out after barely swallowing it down.

Hang Xiutu sighed softly, held his shoulder with one hand, and helped him with the other: "You're too thin-skinned."

Hang Yang raised his tearful eyes and stared at him. He was angry and annoyed, and performed a "anger from shame" on the spot: "Ahem, you are obviously the one laughing at me!"

Perhaps because Hang Yang's frightened cat-like expression is really cute, Hang Xiutu smiled a little, and pinched the tip of Hang Yang's nose: "I laughed, so?"

Fuck!He is so arrogant!

Hang Yang became furious, and immediately stretched his teeth and claws to pull Hang Xiutu's arm: "Pinch and let go of the tile!"

It's a pity that Hang Xiutu easily grabbed both of his wrists, and his movements were smooth and smooth, as if all Hang Yang's struggles were just a joke.

Hang Yang: "..."

"Ma Ma! Police wipe crisp!" Hang Yang shouted, his blushing little face turned even redder, like a cluster of cherry blossoms blooming in March in Yangchun.

It's a pity that the nose was pinched, and the momentum was cut by eight points, it seemed to be acting like a baby.

Before Hang Yang was completely annoyed, Hang Xiutu finally let go of his nose, and turned his slender fingers to lightly touch Hang Yang's forehead: "How old are you and still call mom, good luck."

Hang Yang rubbed his forehead and red nose angrily, and glared at Hang Xiutu: "I'm called the wisdom of the weak! You're called a bully!"

Hang Xiutu picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth elegantly: "Then tell me about your new hobby."

Hang Yang's arrogance all over his body was like being poured into a basin of ice water, and there were no sparks left in an instant: "Then, that was an accident, I, I, I just wanted to get closer to the fans, on a whim—"

"Oh," Hang Xiutu repeated in earnest, "on a whim."

Hang Yang also knew that his reason was really clumsy or even nonsense, so he gave up on the spot and slapped the table: "Otherwise! Would I be obsessed with the cp of the two of us and couldn't extricate myself? Would I pay attention to a group of scissorhands and watch them one by one? Will you sneak in when cp fans are screaming 'ahhhh'? Will I?! Am I such a person?"

Hang Xiutu leaned back tactically. He pressed his chin with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Hang Yang without saying a word: "..."

After a few seconds of silence, Hang Yang's expression changed from a guilty "anger" to panic at a speed visible to the naked eye. He tremblingly got off the stool: "I, first, excuse me, hahaha."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Hang Xiutu's expression, and rushed back to his room in three steps at a time, leaving a series of low laughter behind him.

As soon as Hang Yang entered the door, he locked the door with a "slap", and turned on the phone bitterly. Just as he was about to unfollow "simple Chaohua", he suddenly caught a glimpse of a Weibo that was posted "just now":

[Looking for a sage who likes to sugarcoat details, the master knocks on real people! ! !Repeat it again, the master is a real person!Join the same group, button group number: 18182236]

Details, analysis?

Hang Yang paused on this Weibo, and Hang Xiutu's hideously handsome face flashed in his mind.

Also analyze the details, who will have me understand the details? !

A complex sense of pride suddenly surged in Hang Yang's heart. He seemed to be a marking teacher with standard answers in his hand, sitting on the podium with a smile and watching tens of thousands of students writing hard, desperately getting closer to the finish line.

Come on, let the marking teacher experience the joy of reducing dimensionality.

With such a mentality, Hang Yang quietly revealed an excited smile, and secretly ran to join the group.

This group of names is very artistic - "he and his eyes".

Hang Yang submitted an application to join the group, and a question popped up:

[Name your favorite simple name scene and analyze a sweet spot that didn't go viral]

Hang Yang was silent, and Hang Yang was shocked: Is it so technical to even knock cp now!

He thought for a while, and solemnly entered his answer:

Speaking of candy, it’s just the two interviews; there is no widely circulated candy, it’s probably something like eye contact…

Hang Yang sent it anxiously, and there was a quick reply on the other side——

[The administrator has rejected your application to join the group]

Hang Yang: "..."

He quickly logged out and tried again with another number.

This time the reply came even faster:

[The administrator has rejected your application to join the group]

"Forget it," Hang Yang comforted himself in his heart, "It's their loss to lose me."

But his fingers still moved with duplicity, his clever little brain turned around a little, and immediately sent a friend request to the group leader, the words were concise and full of coldness from the boss: I am the current personal assistant of Teacher Xiaohang.

effective!After the application was sent this time, the other party hesitated for a long time.

Hang Yang refreshed and stared for a long time before he received a reminder from his friend who came late. Before he had time to show off in a mysterious way, the group leader on the opposite side asked a question coldly:

[What's your last name? ]

Hang Yang silently said sorry to Chen Xu several times in his heart, and replied: [Chen]

The other side was silent for a while, and when he answered again, his tone suddenly became more polite:

[Sister, I'm sorry, just now we need to confirm a little bit, I'll pull you into the group right now]

Then I sent an emoticon package, which is a special version of Hang Yang's interview screenshot: (Still sorry for the embarrassing .jpg)

confirm?

Hang Yang's eyebrows trembled slightly, there are "skilled people" in this group.

As soon as he entered, Yishui's welcome emoji shocked Hang Yang directly.

The phone vibrated twice, and Hang Yang swiped out from the group to see that it was the group owner:

[Sisters, don’t worry, I won’t reveal your identity to the outside world, everyone just treats you as an ordinary newcomer]

Then there is an emoji of Hang Yang wink.

Hang Yang looked at himself blinking at him in the mobile phone, feeling a little complicated.

He still sent a [thank you]

Someone in the group started calling:

[Does this new kid see any new candies?]

[(Look forward to squatting.jpg)]

[(squatting.jpg)]

……

The emoticons used by everyone here are both myself and Hang Xiutu, plus my own expressions are much richer than Hang Xiutu's, and every piece of my phone is my face.

Hang Yang covered his face in shame, and peeked at the screen from between his fingers.

It's strange, you're obviously at your own home, why do you feel guilty?

The group leader quickly stood up to make a rescue:

[The candy point analyzed by the baby has already been scoured in the group two days ago, it is the one with "pen-hold head"]

Another string of swiping emoticons

[(baby wronged.jpg)]

[Baby wants to eat sugar]

……

Hang Yang was confused, what?Penhold head turn?

The caring group leader quickly poked Hang Yang privately:

[Sister, I will send you the post, you can read it yourself]

With a question mark on his face, Hang Yang clicked on the link thrown by the group leader.

The title is: "If his eyes were cameras, he would be able to record his most elegant steps"

This post starts with a GIF, which is a segment of the previous live interview.

Hang Yang watched it once, it was just a short video of himself coming up from the backstage, there was nothing wrong with it.

The poster didn’t say anything, so he posted it again, but this time the “excess part” was cut off, leaving only the left shot.

Hang Yang raised his eyebrows, as if he understood something vaguely.

The poster played the GIF for the third time, and this time Hang Yang himself was cut off, leaving only the dot in the lower left corner—the blurred shot of Hang Xiutu.

Immediately, the poster broadcast a large section of analysis: Although this section of Mr. Hang has not been in the shot, and even if it is very small, but fortunately our PS teacher's facial features are very three-dimensional. Let me restore this part of Mr. Hang's head turn track.

The following content made Hang Yang dumbfounded:

The host first drew out all the blurred facial contours of Hang Xiutu in the video, and then made a simple facial model for Hang Xiutu's face, substituted and completed the whole process.

A short analysis video, using ps, CAD and Flash.

In the end, the poster proved it strongly: Hang Xiutu had been watching Hang Yang from the backstage to her side, and she ended with a romantic sentence:

[Noisy surrounding, everyone is watching us with a smile, but I only look at you. ]

Knowing both arts and science, Hang Yang was dumbfounded, put down his cell phone on the spot, and applauded in his own bedroom.

If he is not one of the true masters, he may really wonder if he or Hang Xiutu spent money to invite them to hype, because it is hard to believe that there will be such a big boss who expends so much energy to do this kind of thing for free!

Hang Yang said that I don't understand but I was shocked.

Look at the comment area again, all in one color

[Thank you big brother for going down to earth and superseding me]

[knocked hard]

[Boss, please continue!Modo Modo! ]

Hang Yang: "..."

He returned to the group with a complicated mood and found that in just 15 minutes, only more than 50 people in the group had chatted with 400+ messages. Hang Yang simply flipped through it and found to his shock: there was no nonsense, they were really conscientious Knock Xipi non-stop.

What we are talking about now is...

[It's time to get off work, but there is no Yang Zaizai waiting for me at home (tears streaming down my face.jpg)]

[When it comes to this, I'm jealous of PS teacher]

After several days of tempering, Hang Yang has long been familiar with their dangerous speeches. Who knows that these two sentences also caused a small wave of blood and rain:

[There is no evidence pointing to their cohabitation, our group does not drink fake sugar]

Same, live...?

Hang Yang’s eyelids twitched.

The following people are puzzled:

[Isn’t it normal for brothers to live together?No matter what, I won't give others fake sugar and YY's hat! ]

The righteous master Hang Yang agreed.

Unexpectedly, an "old man" immediately jumped out to explain:

[Would two working and successful bros live together in real life? ]

Hang Yang was taken aback:?

The old man went on to analyze:

[Besides, after the issue of blood relationship was exposed, the two are neither related by blood nor on the same household registration book. If they only rely on family ties, living together for a long time under this delicate situation will definitely intensify the rift]

[The two teachers are both adults, and they will definitely maintain the family relationship in a proper way]

She then made a final statement:

[In this case, if there are two teachers, Shi Hammer, living together, then I would like to call it Hammer Sugar (dog head wretched smile.jpg)]

Others suddenly realized:

[Wonderful sister! ]

[Fucking wonderful! ]

[(Teacher Xiaohang wants to like it after listening to it.jpg)]

……

Hang Yang held the phone in a daze: Fuck, she, what they said makes sense!

He recalled again, it seemed that Hang Xiutu... really didn't live at home? !

And the original owner didn't seem to stay at home since he was 18 years old and went his own way into the entertainment circle.

That change is—

Hang Yang narrowed his eyes: it started after he was discharged from the hospital.

He stayed at home because he needed someone to take care of him during the recovery period, while Hang Xiutu stayed at home out of consideration for taking care of his younger brother. At first, he also proposed several times to move back to his apartment in the city center...

What happened after that?Now Hang Yang doesn't need to take care of him for a long time. When Hang Xiutu is busy, he drives all the way to the city every day.

In the past, he thought it was troublesome to run back and forth like this, and he rarely went home, and it was rare to stay here for a while, so is it not troublesome now? !

Hang Yang's mind was a little confused, and when he looked at the girls in the group again in a daze, he couldn't help but respect:

Careful observation and clear logic, everyone in it is a talent!

He glanced at the door of the room, feeling a little inexplicably in a trance, and a very "successful" conclusion popped out of his frozen mind:

My sipi can't be real, can it?

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