When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan sat on the sofa, flipping through the fan comments under the small video. Most of the latest comments were related to the second issue of "Bravely Forward".

After a while, the bathroom door opened, and Wen Lang came out wearing a bathrobe, with the belt around his waist loosely tied, lazily and casually.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Liang Yan raised his head. He wanted to talk to him, but when his eyes fell on his exposed chest, his words froze for a moment, and he paused before saying: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

After taking a bath, the smell of alcohol dissipated from Wen Lang's body. He didn't answer Liang Yan's words, but sat beside Liang Yan with a serious face, looking preoccupied.

Liang Yan didn't guess what he was going to say to him, and seeing his serious face, he unconsciously became nervous, straightened his back and sat up straight, and looked at him for a while: "Wen Lang, what's the matter?" ?”

Wen Lang seemed to have just recovered, and turned to look at him very seriously: "I have a friend who recently encountered a problem and couldn't figure it out."

Liang Yanyan's long eyelashes blinked: "Is that friend you mentioned really you?" He looks like he has a problem and can't figure it out.

Wen Lang almost jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on: "Of course not! He's really my friend!"

He reacted so loudly that Liang Yan hurriedly changed his words: "Oh, well, it's your friend, you really have such a friend, then what problems did he encounter, can you tell me, I can help you think about it Method."

Wen Lang returned to his serious look just now: "That's what I mean, I want to hear your opinion."

He simply turned around, faced Liang Yan, and said with a solemn expression: "The thing is, this friend of mine, he has a Fa Xiao who grew up together, and the relationship between the two of them was not very good since childhood, so that when they grow up, They weren't very close, but then there was an opportunity, and the two of them had more opportunities to get in touch, and then my friend..." Wen Lang stopped in the middle of speaking, and looked at Liang Yan in surprise: "What expression do you have? ?”

Liang Yan looked helpless: "Wen Lang, you almost read our ID numbers." If you really have friends, you will be damned.

Cracks gradually appeared on Wen Lang's serious expression, and he broke down after a while: "Forget it, let's not talk about it." He got up and wanted to leave, but Liang Yan grabbed him: "What's the matter, can't you tell me straight up? Why are you beating around the bush, let’s talk straight.” Half of the words are the most urgent, and half of the words in the middle of the night are even more urgent, tonight he doesn’t want to let people sleep.

Wen Lang's bathrobe was loosely tied, and when Liang Yan pulled it, half of his shoulders were pulled off, and the tight lines of his side muscles were clearly visible in front of his eyes.

Wen Lang stopped walking, his tone was cold, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "Take off my clothes?"

Liang Yan's blinking was half a beat slow, and then he came back to his senses, jumped up, and carelessly lifted the bathrobe up for him, inexplicably nervous: "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

Wen Lang took the opportunity to turn against the guest, staring at his every move, his eyes gradually deepened, as if he wanted to see people into his eyes, and a strong sense of oppression was released from his whole body, and he leaned closer step by step...

Liang Yan was made uncomfortable by him, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so he didn't ask any questions: "It's late, I'm going to bed." He fled in despair.

After he closed the bedroom door, Wen Lang's bluffing aura disappeared in an instant, and he lowered his head to straighten his clothes: "It's dangerous."

After that night, Liang Yan still remembered half of Wen Lang's words from time to time, always felt that he had something to hide from him, and every time he wanted to ask clearly, he cleverly prevaricated.

In a blink of an eye, it was the weekend again, and "Bravely Forward" arrived as scheduled.

The weekend was supposed to be the time for Liang Yan to go to the drunk show, but it has rained and cooled down these few days. He caught a cold and his throat became inflamed, and his voice turned into a rustling duck voice. He couldn't sing with Ben, so he could only lie on the sofa and hug each other. With ginger water and other programs broadcast.

When the broadcast was about to start, Wen Lang put one hand in his pocket, and the guests walked down the stairs as if entering the arena, and even stopped at the last step and got stuck.

Liang Yan gestured to Wen Lang for a camera with his hand, and then yelled in rustling voice: "Mr. Wen is so handsome, Mr. Wen looks at the camera!"

Wen Lang said disgustedly: "Childish." But his body posed honestly and cooperatively.

Liang Yan snorted, and patted the place beside him: "Mr. Wen, come and watch the show."

Wen Lang passed by the kitchen, picked up the kettle, and helped him refill his water glass.

Just as he sat down, the show's theme song just started playing. Liang Yan took out the remote control and adjusted the barrage: "It's interesting to watch the audience discuss."

Wen Lang shrugged, didn't comment, and leaned on the sofa with his arms folded.

At this moment, a bullet screen floated over:

——Looking forward to Baldy's performance!

There is a row behind, and the formation is neat and orderly.

Liang Yan secretly turned his head and took a look at Wen Lang. Seeing that his face was very calm, he silently gave him a thumbs up in his heart. He was so calm after being called bald by so many people, and his psychological quality was really good.

As soon as I finished boasting in my heart, someone said: "Whose nickname is bald? I didn't see anyone bald during the recording of the show."

Liang Yan: "..." It turned out that it wasn't that he was calm, but that he didn't know that the bald man was himself.

Seeing that he didn't answer, a certain bald man was still talking to himself: "If I am called a bald man by so many people, I will die of anger."

Liang Yan picked up the remote control: "Why don't I turn off the barrage." So you won't die of anger.

Wen Lang disagreed, and took the remote control away: "Why turn it off, it's very interesting."

The opening credits ended and the feature film began. The six guests from the previous issue appeared one by one. Everyone's fans left messages with their own supporting color brushes. For a while, the faces on the screen could not be seen clearly.

Wen Lang looked for a needle in a haystack and read out two messages:

——See Zai Zai again, the camouflage outfit is so handsome, I love it so much! ! !

——Why hasn't the bald man played yet?

Wen Lang's expression became subtle after reading, and he turned to Liang Yan after a while: "The bald man is me?"

After finishing speaking, he brushed his hair, and his voice became a bit vicissitudes: "They called me Langshen in the live broadcast room, and spread rumors that I was bald when I left the live broadcast room. Human nature is really complicated."

In view of his unstable mood now, Liang Yan took a sip of ginger water silently and did not participate in the discussion.

Wen Lang just got into a fight with the barrage, and watched it very seriously: "I'll see if there are any familiar names, block them all, and don't even think about entering my live broadcast room in the future."

Finally, the appearance of the six guests ended, and the music changed suddenly, creating a mysterious atmosphere. Amidst the anticipation, Wen Lang appeared in the camera, and the narrator host introduced his identity.

The barrage that had just snowed was instantly quiet, and a barrage floated by alone:

——Damn it!Not bald!It turned out to be a person who can eat enough by relying on his face.

This barrage was like a switch, and after passing by, thousands of messages appeared behind him.

After Jing Tao appeared on the stage, the voting statistics of the four anchors appeared in the lower corner of the screen. Wen Lang leaned back on the sofa, leaned over and bumped Liang Yan's shoulder: "Make a bet."

"What are you gambling?"

Wen Lang pouted towards the TV: "Bet on who gets the most votes tonight."

The voting has just started, and the four people are basically even: "Where is the bet?"

Wen Lang thought for a while: "I haven't made up my mind yet, let's gamble first."

Liang Yan's gaze fell on the shiny earrings: "I've made up my mind. If you lose, let me pinch your earlobes for three days. You can't refuse me!" Every time he pinches Wen Lang's earlobes, he sleeps soundly. People with insomnia are too hungry for this.

Wen Lang readily agreed: "Yes."

The program entered the official stage, and the screen showed the specific situation of each guest in the mountains.

The votes of the four anchors rose steadily, Wen Lang's data strip was a little ahead, Liang Yan followed closely, and Jing Tao ranked last.

At this time, the screen just cut to the camera of Wen Lang's own equipment.

The barrage has started to swipe the screen again:

——Immersive recording, Lang Shen is worthy of being a game anchor, with a unique perspective!

——It’s really immersive, I can play with these long legs for a lifetime!

After being reminded by the audience, everyone focused their attention on the long legs, because as long as they cut to Wen Lang's main perspective, the long legs will appear. Halfway through the show, some viewers finally discovered Huadian:

——Is Lang Shen forming a team with Liang Yan?The two of them seemed to be together all the time.

——It’s not just as simple as forming a team, I smell the smell of CP!

——Take Yanyan away and send them to Wen Hao's arms, they are the real ones.

——The upstairs was so drunk, half of the show was over, and there was no one in the same frame.

Floating and floating, the style of barrage painting gradually deviated, and with the heat of the discussion, Liang Yan and Wen Lang's votes gradually increased, and they had already separated a lot from the other two.

During the bonus time in the second half of the show, when Liang Yan and Wen Lang checked in at various scenic spots, the lsps in the barrage began to speak violently, and Liang Yan couldn't sit still.

Turning his head to look at Wen Lang, he was hugging the pillow and staring at the TV, expressionless, showing no emotion.

Liang Yan finished drinking the ginger water in his hand, and was about to pour some more, when he reached out, he and Wen Lang held the handle of the kettle at the same time.

In fact, holding the handle of the kettle at the same time is not quite accurate. To be precise, he is holding the handle, and Wen Lang is holding his hand.

LSP's violent words flashed before Liang Yan's eyes again, Wen Lang's palm became hot, and Liang Yan withdrew his hand as if burned: "You go first."

Wen Lang took the kettle and poured him half a glass of water: "Be careful it's hot." Then he picked up his phone and started typing.

The show was coming to an end, and Liang Yan and Wen Lang's votes were basically even. If you look closely at the specific data, you will find that Wen Lang's votes are a little higher than Liang Yan's.

The top two will be promoted, no matter who is the first, there is no suspense about the place to advance to the next stage.

Just when Liang Yan thought the dust had settled, the data bar behind his name suddenly jumped up a lot, unexpectedly surpassing Wen Lang.

The final number of votes was fixed, and he fought back at the last minute and won the first place.

Wen Lang checked a few contacts in the message list, sent a group thank you, and then turned off the phone screen.

When the show ended, commercials began to play on TV.

The bet that Liang Yan won was originally something to be happy about, but now he is not happy at all, because he was caused by those bullet screens just now.

But at this time, Wen Lang urged him: "Let's go, go back to your room and sleep."

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