When I was forced to become a crybaby...

video?Sing?

Liang Yan bounced up from the bed suddenly, the drowsiness disappeared in an instant, he faltered and probed: "Aunt Qin... Where did you see it?"

"In the video, why do you sing in a bar? Children don't go to that kind of place, it's very messy."

Just as Liang Yan expected, Qin Bei had a very bad impression of the bar: "The news always reports about drunken fights in the bar. Be good, don't go there in the future."

Liang Yan stroked his hair, struggling for a while, and finally decided to take this opportunity to have a showdown with Qin Bei: "Aunt Qin, I'm actually not here to play."

"It's better not to play. You study hard in school. I know you are a good boy. Let's not go to that kind of place in the future."

"I'm going to work."

The plausible Qin Bei on the other end of the phone was sawed off: "..."

"Aunt Qin?" Liang Yan called out tentatively.

After a while of silence, Qin Bei spoke again, her tone dropped eight degrees: "Xiao Yan, I know you are anxious to pay back the money, but you can't go to work in such a messy place, it's not safe, you are obedient... "

For the next 20 minutes, Liang Yan's mouth was dry with explanations, but Qin Bei refused to listen. Liang Yan was so anxious that he had no choice but to find a crack to hide.

Qin Bei talked at length on the phone.

When Wen Lang knocked on the door and came in, he happened to see Liang Yan with his head under the pillow, his butt arched, his feet crossed...

With the hands-free on the phone, Qin Bei was still saying, "Xiao Yan, listen to me, go and talk to the bar owner today, and push off work. You can't go to work in that kind of place."

Wen Lang's eyes fell on Liang Yan's exposed waist, the spine was sunken into a small groove, and two round waists were embellished on both sides.

Wen Lang's Adam's apple slid up and down for a moment with the movement of swallowing, and he quietly looked away.

Hearing the sound of his footsteps entering the door, Liang Yan poked his head out from under the pillow, his bangs covered his forehead, his face was anxious, he pointed to the mobile phone beside him, and looked at him pitifully.

Wen Lang: "..."

Liang Yan clasped his hands again and bowed to him.

Liang Yan knew that only Wen Lang could save him now, after all, he and Qin Bei had won after all these years of fighting.

But Wen Lang was unmoved.

Liang Yan held the phone and offered it with both hands, begging him in a low voice: "Help me! Please."

Wen Lang's eyes fell on Liang Yan's face, and he paused for a few seconds.

A certain person's hair was messed up by himself, fluffy and messy, looking at him pitifully, like a cat that has caused a mess outside, can't fix it by itself, and comes back to ask for help.

This cat is usually stubborn and arrogant, and doesn't like to talk to people, and only at this time, I can see his obedient and soft appearance.

Wen Lang looked away, caught the mobile phone he was holding in his hand, and put it to his ear: "Mom, Liang Yan signed the contract with the bar yesterday, and the job cannot be refunded."

"What! Why did you sign the contract so quickly? How much will you pay for breaking the contract! I'll pay for it."

"It's not a matter of money. If the bar goes to the school, he just started school, and it will have a bad influence on Liang Yan."

Qin Bei, who was still eloquent just now, turned off the fire and sighed three times: "Hey, what should I do?"

Liang Yan knelt next to Wen Lang, stretched his neck and listened very carefully, secretly happy in his heart, he really begged the right person!

"It can only be done according to the contract." Wen Lang's eyes just fell on his fair side neck, the smooth neck line did not enter the neckline, the porcelain white skin surrounded by this moist light, like a piece of soft and glutinous pastry, it looks good bite.

"The bar is so chaotic, Xiaoyan is young and innocent, what should I do if he is bullied? Wen Lang, why didn't you stop him yesterday!" Whenever Qin Bei gets angry, he will call Wen Lang by name.

Wen Lang didn't speak for a long time, Liang Yan poked his arm, and listened to the ear: "Tell Aunt Qin that the bar is not what she thought, it's not that messy at all!" Wen Lang raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"Yes, the bar is indeed chaotic, and I regret that I didn't stop him at that time." The mouth grows on someone, and he can talk nonsense with his mouth.

Liang Yan: "?!?" What the hell is he talking about!Reaching out to grab the phone.

Wen Lang tilted his head and clamped the phone, grabbed Liang Yan's wrists and pressed them above his head, warning him not to move.

Asking others and being limited by others, in fact Liang Yan wanted to resist, but he didn't have the energy, so he could only stare at him angrily.

Qin Bei scolded Wen Lang on the phone for a long time.

Wen Lang recognized all of them, and Liang Yan felt sorry when he heard it, and his expression became listless again.

She blinked at him and stopped struggling, allowing him to push herself on the bed.

Qin Bei said that she was tired, and issued a punishment notice to Wen Lang: "You did something wrong! You have to be responsible! From now on, Xiaoyan will go to work in the bar, and you will accompany her!"

Wen Lang refused: "I'm very busy and don't have time."

"I don't care if you have time or not! Don't miss a day, take a picture and send it to me!" Qin Bei hung up the phone angrily.

Liang Yan lowered his eyelashes, unable to see clearly.

It is indeed too much trouble for Wen Lang to accompany him to work in the bar every weekend, besides, he doesn't want to be with him, Qin Bei forces him every time.

Wen Lang let go of his arm and returned the phone to him: "I'm going to class."

Liang Yan sat up straight, pinching his wrist, his hands were really strong: "Sorry, I have to trouble you again."

Wen Lang didn't respond, and went out directly. Liang Yan checked the time, and he was about to be late, so he hurriedly washed up and left.

On the way to class, from time to time, he could meet classmates who stared back at him, and some even took out their mobile phones to compare his appearance.

One or two, Liang Yan only regarded it as a drunken guest last night, but when he came to the classroom, all the people in the classroom stared at him in unison, this scene was a bit weird.

Although he was an unfamiliar face, it was not enough for the students to have such a big reaction.

Fei Ziming reserved a place for him, and frantically waved at him: "This! This!"

Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, Liang Yan walked up to Fei Ziming and sat down, and asked him in a low voice, "Why are you all looking at me?"

Fei Ziming's eyes widened, and he asked him, "You still don't know? You haven't downloaded Cherry Live?"

Liang Yan shook his head: "Not yet."

Fei Ziming took out his mobile phone and clicked on the APP: "Then, look!"

It was a short video, the content of which was recorded when he was singing drunk yesterday, but it was an edited section, only the chorus part.

Fei Ziming pointed to the number of comments and likes in the lower right corner: "You're popular."

The small video icon has 10,000+ likes, tens of thousands of comments, the third most popular, and the first and second most popular are the same account, which is a highlight collection of game anchors.

Fei Ziming pointed at the screen, his excited eyes sparkled: "You are so lucky to be suppressed by Langshen!"

Liang Yan looked at him like a fool, what nonsense are you talking about?

Fei Ziming just pretended that he didn't understand the rules, and started to give him science education: "Cherry Live was originally a game live broadcast platform, and this Langshen account is king&Lang, the top1 anchor, whether it is live broadcast or short video, it is Hot first.

"He has a habit of liking his popular videos below. If he encounters a live broadcast, he will go to the live broadcast room to patrol the scene. He was a game anchor at the time. He regarded his behavior as a provocation and would fight with him. His PK, although the results were disastrous, but he also changed direction to bring some traffic to the opponent.

"Later, the platform became popular, and many talent anchors came. They were different from game anchors, and there was no competition with Langshen. They took this as a good opportunity to attract fans. Gradually, the popularity was suppressed by him and became a traffic code. Many The anchors are rushing for this opportunity!"

Liang Yan's expression was indescribable. Hearing what Fei Ziming said, this game anchor was simply a peacock with its screen open, which made him think of Wen Lang inexplicably.

From elementary school to high school, Liang Yan unfortunately went to the same school as Wen Lang.

Although they are not in the same grade, every time after the exam, as long as Wen Lang scores higher than him, he will go to Liang Yan's house with his schoolbag on his back after school.

Obviously there was nothing wrong with it, so he tried his best to mention the test results to Liang Yan's parents, then raised his head and wished he could look at Liang Yan with his nostrils.

So much so that later, Liang Yan silently made up his mind that the first place in the grade test would not work, and the ultimate goal must be higher than Wen Lang's score, in order not to look at him as if he owed a beating.

In this way, he discovered a pattern, people with Lang in their names, no matter their real names or their online names, are more or less showing off.

Just thinking about staggering the live broadcast time with this Lang guy tonight, Fei Ziming turned into a screaming chicken: "Oh! Teacher Liang! Lang God gave you a preference! He not only liked your video , and left you a message!"

Fei Ziming's cell phone almost hit Liang Yan's eyes, and a message was displayed on the screen.

King & Lang: ——What time is the live broadcast tonight, let's make an appointment.

Date you a big watermelon!

I just commented 1 minute ago, and there are already a row of comments below. Looking at the account name, most of them are fans of this person:

Langshen is my boyfriend: ——It's so sad that my boyfriend actually asks out someone else!

Love is only for @朗: ——Tonight we will break up, you can’t make an appointment!

Lang Shen Ben Shen: ——I want to watch on the spot!

Langshen's number one fan: ——What is the background of this anchor?

Liang Yan checked the time, there were ten minutes left for class, so there was still time.

He took out his phone and downloaded the app, and successfully logged in with the account and password Zhou Yi gave him yesterday.

I found the message under the video, and typed a line with a blank face: Thank you, no appointment.

After sending out four simple words, the comments below immediately exploded:

——Reject Langshen?I am not wrong, right!

——Fuck, don’t the new anchors understand?

——Is this playing hard to get?It smells like tea.

The floors are getting higher and higher, and there are all kinds of things to say, and some people with ulterior motives start to lead the rhythm underneath.

Gradually, the two waves of fans broke up. Langshen's fans went all over the building and said that Liang Yan didn't know how to flatter him, and if he wanted to gain popularity, he had to set up a memorial archway. The words became more and more ugly.

Liang Yan's fans and passers-by couldn't stand it anymore, and began to accuse Langshen of using coffee to overwhelm newcomers and conniving at his fans to make trouble.

However, Liang Yan didn't see any of these messages. He just entered the door after replying to the teacher, so he directly exited the app and put the phone away.

After class, it was lunch break time, Fei Ziming went to the cafeteria together with him.

The school is divided into two large canteens, the east and the west, and there is a small outsourced canteen at the south gate. The teaching building where they teach is the closest to the east canteen, so the two came here.

After buying lunch, Fei Ziming took out his mobile phone impatiently as soon as he sat down, clicked on Cherry Live, and saw the comments were 3W+. When the most popular, he was possessed by a screaming chicken again: "My God! Teacher Liang ! You became the first man to suppress Lang God!"

The author has something to say: Wen Lang Surface: I don't have time, I'm very busy.

Wen Lang thought in his heart: Good! ^O^/