The most popular anchor training manual [E-sports]

half a week later in the morning

On the LCD wide-screen TV, the singer of "This Sound Should Only Be in the Sky" adapted and sang a classic old song, which caused the audience in the camera to cry.

In front of the TV, Yu Zhen leaned on the sofa with her head up, sleeping soundly with a fish-shaped pillow in her hand.

"Boom" sound of closing the door.

"Damn it, there's a fish on the sofa."

"Go and see the dead and alive..."

"Shh, take it easy, I'll get him a blanket."

"How do you sleep here, the sound is so loud that you can fall asleep."

"I'll go back to my room first~" The door of Qingfeng's room closed gently.

Yu Zhen opened her eyes, just in time to see OX who was tiptoeing to turn off the TV, wiped her mouth, and said dumbly, "You guys came back so early?"

"Morning, it's already past 2 o'clock. I've been training hard for 2 hours! It's so troublesome to get in touch with newcomers..." OX closed his mouth, pinched his nose in embarrassment, and tried to put down a gentle tone, "You should go back to sleep Come on, be careful of catching a cold."

Yu Zhen was amused by the unexpected awkwardness and tenderness, "What are you doing, imitate my mother's tone."

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with Yu Zhen's expression, OX felt relieved and resumed his usual volume, "Go back to your room!"

SYMBOL carried the quilt down the stairs, saw that Yu Zhen was already awake, and didn't bother to put it on the back, threw the quilt on the sofa, and fell into the soft sofa by the way: "I'm so exhausted, I really envy you Yuyu, I can sleep well every day."

Yu Zhen smiled helplessly, and said softly, "I'd rather not sleep."

"By the way, which one would you like to hear, good news or bad news." SYMBOL rested his head in a comfortable position.

OX picked up rice from the tatami and sat down, "I choose to hear the bad news first."

Yu Zhen glanced at him and nodded silently.

"The bad news is that all login records have been checked, and there is no abnormal IP."

good news

"The good news is, there are unusual login times."

Yu Zhen straightened up, "What time?"

"It seems to be, it was more than three o'clock in the morning four days ago. You shouldn't be logging in at that time, right?"

four days ago?

Yu Zhen's mind was a little confused. Too many things happened in the past few days, which almost made him lose his ability to think.Inexplicably, there was only two days between being sealed up and permanently banned by the official.

The club was even faster than the official ones. Before the title was confirmed, ZH was the first to obtain internal information, and thunderously stopped all Yu Zhen's training activities, and even drafted an official statement and public relations filing within 12 hours.

In the conference room, Zhong Han methodically assigned tasks to everyone, and arranged to suspend all activities including the live broadcast training. From the beginning to the end, he never asked Yu Zhen even a word about cheating, nor did he give Yu Zhen a chance to defend himself, as if Everyone agrees that this is a fact.

After Yu Zhen came out of the meeting room, he felt all kinds of eyes piercing his body. Even when he went out of the club, he still had a glow on his back. He went back to the apartment and never went out for a few days. The phone was turned off and the computer was not turned on. Watch TV at night.After a few days, even the routine has changed. If it wasn't for watching TV and falling asleep this time, I wouldn't have seen my teammates back from training.

Seeing that the people around him didn't respond suddenly, SYMBOL poked the other person's shoulder.

Yu Zhen woke up like a dream, her eyes wandered between the two and the cat, "I, do you believe that I...?"

"Of course, for offline training, I'll sit next to you. I don't know how your skills are. Is it necessary to hang up at your level?"

"Nonsense! I still have a collection of the funny mistakes you made for you with fish/balls. Which one is your dish B?"

Yu Zhen finally laughed out loud after hearing what OX said, "I'm going to turn on the computer to check the login records from four days ago."

"By the way," SYMBOL said hesitantly, "If you don't want to think about whether you have offended anyone, I always feel that this matter has a taste of conspiracy."

"Offend someone?" Yu Zhen moved the pillow to her armpit, and helped Symbol carry the quilt on the sofa upstairs, "There shouldn't be any..."

"That's for the club, but why did you choose to start..."

Yu Zhen closed the door of SYMBOL's room, went downstairs and returned to her room, and started the computer.Recalling that there was such a person during the live broadcast some time ago, there was some friction, who was it?

Yu Zhen scratched her head—the name seemed to be on her lips.

According to the computer records, four days ago, after four rows with Zhang Chengdong and the others, Yu Zhen did log in to STEAM again in order to find information about the fortune tree, but he did not open the game. That means someone logged in to him after that. account number.

The team accounts are all registered by the club, it is impossible for outsiders to know, and there is no abnormality in the login IP, like a murder case in a locked room, without a clue.

Yu Zhen thought of SYMBOL's conjecture, instead of fumbling around, it is better to start from the motivation point and find out the hacker first.

Who did he offend?

Yu Zhen made a list, recalling the people he would offend when he was in school, typed the names and quickly deleted them, these are trivial things that will not go online.

In the end, I went back to the anchor who had an unpleasant incident during the live broadcast.

Yu Zhen still couldn't remember the other party's name.

Staring at the fish pillow in a daze, I remembered!

Yu Zhen opened the penguin, and there was no suspenseful news. He took a deep breath and searched for Wang Laomiao.

The other party's mobile phone was online, and in the pop-up dialog box, in addition to the history record, there were a few more messages.

【Ayu, are you okay? 】

[Don't look at Weibo, stop thinking about it, we old fans believe in you]

【Are you there?If you see it, whether it is WeChat or Penguin, please report that you are safe. 】

Yu Zhen was a little moved, and hated the feeling of being abandoned by the whole world, but fortunately, he still had teammates, fans, and people who believed in him.

【Boss Wang, I'm fine~】

[Ask you something, do you still remember that I was four rows behind an anchor, and the fans in the live broadcast room complained about him, but the fans of the anchor happened to be there, and then started a fight, who is the anchor. 】

[You are finally online! 】

【You mean Menyan?That showman. 】

That's right, that's the name, Yu Zhen turned over on the bed and recalled Menyan's ID.

In addition to being happy, Yu Zhen was confused by the second half of the QQ message.

[What showman? 】

[It’s good that you’re fine, the water friends in the group are so worried, they’re scolding and fighting on Weibo while they’re worried, some of them are planning to go to the club in the past two days around Shanghai]

[That's right, that Menyan is a good showman.Why did you suddenly mention him? 】

[Uh...] Yu Zhen hesitated about revenge, and it didn't seem appropriate to tell Wang Laomiao, so he changed the subject, [I remember that he has a strong personality and is not good at acting. 】

[Master Hua really didn't tell you that this gatekeeper is a fan-buyer. At that time, the person claiming to be his fan who suddenly appeared in our live broadcast room was actually his own trumpet, so he came here to scold him. 】

Yu Zhen was stunned for a while when he heard this, the amount of information seemed a bit large, why did the fortune tree bloom and get stuck?

[What's the matter with Brother Shu? 】

[This matter was discovered by Master Hua, and then we entered the live broadcast room of Yan Yan and denied the parents he scolded, and finally pulled the gate. 】

I got a...

Yu Zhen was completely Spartan.

Then Menyan was blocked, and it was taken for granted that he and his fans had messed up. It turned out that there was such a big bond between the two of them secretly, but Yu Zhen didn't know it.

Yu Zhen recalled the unwillingness and resentment emanating between the lines of Menyan's Weibo, so could it really be revenge?

【This matter, can you tell me from beginning to end? 】

[Master Hua didn't tell us a lot about the details, I can only give a rough idea, but I can still vividly remember how our group scolded that guy until he vomited blood. 】

Yu Zhen's head is as big as a bucket, who cares how you scold others, [I just want to know the cause and effect...]

[Then you have to ask Master Hua, but Master Hua has been out of touch for a long time. We used to have a QQ discussion group, but he disbanded it later, so I can't contact him. 】

Yu Zhen hit a few. . . .

【Hey, did you get that pillow? 】

Yu Zhen glanced at the pillow under her stomach [I received it earlier, it feels good, thank you~]

【Master Hua asked me to send it to you, you have to thank him for going. 】

Wang Laomiao quickly received another message: 【I'll go!I remembered, I have Master Hua's contact information! 】

【? ? ? 】

[No, you have it! 】

Yu Zhen thought, how can I have his contact information?I tried to find him some time ago but couldn't find him, the guy who never sees the end of the dragon.I've only heard that fans are chasing the anchor for a phone call, but I've never seen an anchor who can't hook up with fans.Being an anchor is still quite a failure.

Wang Laomiao sent a message: [Although I sent the pillow for him, the contact number is his. If you can find the tracking number, don't you have his number? 】

Yu Zhen turned over and sat up on the bed, leaning the pillow against her back.

Soon he found the logistics information on the Internet, and Yu Zhen looked at the phone number that had been extracted into his mobile phone, and dialed it impatiently.

"~Congratulations on getting rich, congratulations on being wonderful~" Indeed, this phone ringtone matches the name of the tree of fortune...

But it's too rustic!

Yu Zhen couldn't help complaining, in his impression, Fortune Tree should be regarded as a relatively high-end local tyrant, and a person who uses this kind of song as a ringtone that Yu Zhen's mother doesn't even bother to use when dancing in the square, No matter how you look at it, you look like an upstart in a pig farm in the village?

Hua Tsai sang the chorus again, but the owner still didn't answer the phone, and Yu Zhen scanned the time on the computer - damn it, 3 o'clock in the morning!

I hung up the phone in a hurry, and stayed at home day and night without paying attention to the time. How could anyone answer the phone at this point.

But Yu Zhen forgot that his water friend is the legendary night wandering god.

After hanging up the phone for 2 seconds, the phone vibrated uncomfortably on the bed.Yu Zhen picked it up and took a look - Fortune Tree called.

"Hey, brother tree!"

After saying hello, during the few seconds of silence, Yu Zhen was extremely nervous. Would calling Fortune Tree so late disturb him to rest, would he be angry and block me directly? If he doesn't speak, is he going to scold people...

Just when Yu Zhen was trembling, the other party finally spoke.

"Doo, please private message on Weibo for advertising endorsement, please send the script of film and television resources to 4354****@***, for business cooperation, please call 158******, for other..."

???

The unemotional recording stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a strange and sharp male voice, "Hey, hey! What's going on, it was automatically transferred to voicemail?"

After listening to the strange voice, the voice of the person who answered the phone made Yu Zhen even more convinced that she had dialed the wrong number.

"Hey, can you hear me? Who are you?"

"Hello? Hello?..." MILK stuffed the mobile phone back into the small satchel, and said to himself in disgust, "Who is it? Call him long-distance and still hang up on me."

Turning around and returning to the makeup mirror, he put on a smile again, "Is the makeup done soon?"

The make-up artist nodded in satisfaction, "It's almost done. Today is the last day to make up some shots. Just make a primer first, and then make up according to the needs of the scene."

MILK put down a box of chocolates on the dressing table, clasped his hands together: "Hard work~"

"MILK, you are too polite," said the makeup artist with a wider smile on his face, brushing lightly over the perfectly contoured face like a work of art, "Our Brother Hang's skin is really, tsk tsk tsk, probably the best male star I have ever painted ...OK, done!"

Zhong Chuhang opened his eyes and smiled gently, "Thank you for the compliment." Looking in the mirror, he straightened his neckline, and when the makeup artist walked away, Zhong Chuhang glanced at MILK's small satchel: "Who was calling just now?"

"Oh, a scam call." MILK lowered his head and unzipped his backpack without lifting his head.

Zhong Chuhang raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing it. Few people know this phone number. "It should be early in the morning in China at this point." Looking through the mirror and looking at the clock in the dressing room, "What kind of liar is so dedicated?"

MILK took out a carefully packaged fruit salad from the shoulder bag beside him and placed it on Zhong Chuhang's lap.

Under the oppression of the other party's eyes, he reluctantly opened the small satchel and took out the mobile phone. "I don't know which one is crazy. When I went back, he hung up on me again."

Zhong Chuhang took the phone from MILK and found a new message.

[Hello, brother, if you know a person whose internet name is Facaishu Huahua, please let him contact me, thank you very much!please!My name is Somanyfish. 】

The corners of Zhong Chuhang's mouth rose slightly, was this an unexpected surprise?

wrong.

The tone didn't sound like he was just thanking him for a pillow. Did something happen to him?

MILK tried to read Zhong Chuhang's complicated expression, but after failing to read the text message.

Zhong Chuhang put the phone aside without any trace, reached out and took the phone off the dressing table, "Turn on a hotspot for me."

"Oh," MILK obediently turned on his phone's hotspot, "20 minutes for breakfast, I'll keep the phone for you when you get off the shelf, the director said that you might need to make up the shot of getting into the water."

Zhong Chuhang opened Weibo, focused on the content on the phone, hummed softly and still didn't touch the breakfast on his lap.

MILK was a little anxious, and wanted to urge the boss to wait for a chance to eat, but found that Zhong Chuhang's face was getting darker and darker, and the rhythm of his thumb sliding on the screen became more and more rapid.

From MILK's point of view, the person in front of him seemed like a volcano that was about to erupt, so he instinctively rescued the salad on the volcano's legs with a stride, so as to prevent the sudden attack from affecting his breakfast.

But Zhong Chuhang didn't make any big moves, kept his head down, and after scrolling through Weibo for a full 20 minutes, he followed the set management and prepared to go to the set without saying a word. MILK had no choice but to stuff the box of salad back into the bag intact.

When Zhong Han received the call from Zhong Chuhang, he was in a meeting.

Seeing the caller, I was a little surprised, and picked up the phone at the door of the meeting room: "Aren't you shooting a MV, why call me when you have time?"

"Uncle Han, I saw Weibo. Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"

"The public relations have been done well, and the qualification for the invitational tournament has been preserved. Everything has been dealt with. There is no need for you to worry about you being so far away."

"Is it really all right?" Zhong Chuhang said lightly.

"The biggest problem is the strength of the substitute players. If you can come, then..."

"Uncle Han," Zhong Chuhang rarely interrupted Zhong Han, "You know what I'm asking."

Zhong Han patted his forehead, "Oh, Yu Zhen? At present, he has not been completely cleared of the suspicion of cheating, and the entrusted investigation has made some progress... But," Zhong Han paused, feeling a little regretful, "No matter what the result is, The expulsion from this invitational tournament is a certainty."

"Please notify me as soon as the results of the investigation come out!"

"it is good!"

Zhong Han's eyes fell on the young faces in the conference room through the frosted glass, and he muttered, "Ah Hang, when do you plan to come back?"

Zhong Chuhang on the other end was about to end the call, a little surprised, "What's wrong?"

"Some things about the club are inconvenient to say over the phone, it's better in person." Zhong Han lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"...The filming here is only halfway through, and it will take about a week."

"Really? How did I remember that you said you could come back this week?" Zhong Han frowned and switched the phone to his right hand, freeing up the watch on his left hand.

"Well, the progress is indeed not going well... Uncle Han, I want to discuss something with you."

The topic shifted so much that Zhong Han was caught off guard, and he smiled helplessly, "Say it."

"ZH doesn't support idle people. Instead of employees doing nothing at home, it's better that I still need a temporary assistant here."

…………

Outside the meeting room, Zhong Han's hand holding the phone gradually tightened, and finally let go suddenly.

When Yu Zhen woke up, his neck was so sore. Yesterday he actually fell asleep with his head on the back of the bed, still clutching his phone tightly.

Let go of the phone, the screen shows [-]:[-] p.m. Beijing time, and the text message that was successfully sent in the early morning is empty, and no reply has been received.

It seems that this number really did not blossom from the fortune tree.Disappointed, she didn't even have the motivation to get up, and Yu Zhen was lying on the bed, playing mobile games boringly.

Ding Dong

doorbell rings

Lazily crawling out of bed, Yu Zhen didn't realize until he walked to the door, the takeaway he just ordered a few minutes ago, could it be that the delivery boy came here by rocket.

Open the door - there is a young man in a speed wind express uniform at the door.

"Mr. Yu?"

Yu Zhen took the paper-thick courier bag from his younger brother, and checked the name and address suspiciously.Was it sent by fans again?

After closing the door, Yu Zhen hesitated for a moment, then tore off the seal - what are you afraid of, even if it was sent by a black fan, it would be a threatening letter at most if it is so thin, it can't be C4□□.

Inside the packaging bag was a yellow envelope. Yu Zhen opened the seal, but before he could see what was inside, the mobile phone vibrated untimely.

"Yu Zhen, are you in the apartment?"

Hearing Zhong Han's voice, Yu Zhen tremblingly said, "Yes."

"Don't stress too much. ZH won't let any of the team members be wronged. The results of the investigation will come out next week at the latest. During this period, you should rest well and stop thinking about it."

Yu Zhen didn't know what to say, and said with a complicated mood, "Yes."

"By the way, you have received your ticket. You can go to the chicken rolls later and get your passport back. Go outside and treat it as a relaxation."

Yu Zhen turned on the hands-free phone, put it on the dining table, and pulled out a ticket and a booklet from the envelope.

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Yu Zhen looked at the ticket, picked up the brochure and flipped through a few pages, completely out of order.

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