Chosen unlucky guy

The talent show "Creation 111" that He Jingle participated in will start broadcasting.

Young Master He, who only showed his face in this show for no more than 1 minute, and spent most of the time paddling with his teammates in a mess, still put a lot of enthusiasm into it. Half an hour before the show started that night, Hu Peng Huanyou sat in front of the computer on time.

It's just that his friends are obviously not very enthusiastic about it. On the illuminated ipad interface, it shows that the group video call has exceeded 10 minutes. It’s not me who said, just your opening dance, I’m going to know how to dance any more!”

"I can't say that, I think it's okay, there is a kind of brainstem-deficient beauty unique to young masters." Yu Yehao interrupted.

"..." He Jingle said quietly, "Hi Yu Ye, I'm listening."

The latter laughed haha. The background sound was that Xiang Kongshan was cleaning dishes and washing dishes. After a while, Xiang Kongshan also joined the group chat. With wet hands, he stuffed Yu Yehao's mouth like feeding a child. He picked up a big piece of apple, and when the other party was chewing with puffy cheeks, he said to the screen: "Ke Er probably won't be able to come. He has to train today and run a race tomorrow."

"I know that, but what about Sister Yan?"

"She's on the night shift tonight."

He Jingle was lowering his head and fiddling with his mobile phone. When he heard the sound, he frowned for a moment, and was easily taken away from the topic: "Speaking of this, I have long wanted to say that there are so many men in their store, so I can't transfer her to a day shift." Why, you must let her be a little girl on the night shift, you don’t know that day I—”

He stopped suddenly, realizing that this was not an example worth mentioning as a negative example, because Xiang Kongshan and the others had never heard of his frightened moment in the afternoon until now, and He Jingle, like every self-teacher in the world, reported good news or bad news The child stumbled, then changed the words temporarily, and said: "Before, I thought it was not safe for girls to work night shifts, so I didn't listen to it when I mentioned it to her."

"Did you think I didn't tell you?"

Xiang Kongshan also sighed: "If you can't say it, then we can't do it, who doesn't know that you and Yu Ye are the only ones who can listen to you the most."

This is true, because there was a big change in Lin Yan's high school family, and she almost dropped out of school because of it. If Yu Yehao hadn't discovered it at the beginning, He Jingle would have helped a lot in it later, I don't know yet Buried in a small place; He Jingle and Yu Yehao are good friends to her, and they are also benefactors who are indebted to adults. Although they are usually stubborn, she will always listen to what these two people say.

"I said that too!"

Yu Yehao reacted slowly and added to the topic: "However, what should I say, in the environment of Yanyan's house, there is nothing wrong with wanting to become independent early. If I really keep telling her not to do this, it will appear that I am not sensible Bar?"

As he spoke, he reached for the apple on the side. During the movement, the loose sleeves slid all the way to the elbow, revealing a big bruise, and He Jingle took a good look: "Hey, let's not talk about this... ...Hi Yu Ye, what's the matter with your arm?"

Yu Ye's good movements immediately stopped visible to the naked eye, and then quickly smiled and said: "Ah, I accidentally fell while walking."

The people on both sides of the screen have their own ulterior motives, adding up to [-] minds. He Jingle wanted to ask again, but the phone that was put aside suddenly rang again. It turned out that Xin Sui was calling him; he picked it up and hung up , directly went back to a video, and as soon as it was connected, I forgot everything, just grinning: "Surprise check, did you turn on the computer, did you watch the show!"

Xin Sui didn't know that there were more people present than the day when Sister Xun walked the red carpet. His tone was doting and tender, which made Song Jiamao, who had accidentally listened to it behind him, cough violently due to the water; , said gently: "Well, it's on, is there anything else to check?"

"there is none left!"

Satisfied, the young master suddenly cut a rear camera for himself, Xin Sui on the screen was caught off guard and met the faces of several other people, and then heard his little boyfriend playing house with a child, his tone was enigmatic Rejoice: "Come on, let's all say hello!"

Xin Sui: "..."

Ah, so many people.

He closed his eyes in pain on the screen, thinking that He Jingle is really a fucking talent for coming up with this trick: "...Hi."

Xiang Kongshan: "...Hi."

The door of the dormitory suddenly clicked, Yan Yu opened the door and walked in at this moment, and said as he walked, "He Jingle, you are on a date today—"

He stopped in the middle of his sentence, full of surprises; while the confusion on the phone continued, Xiang Kongshan and Xin Sui were embarrassed, Yu Yehao was laughing wildly, and Yu Kangzhe's voice from a member of a video website next to him was chaotic and noisy, and there were also mixed voices in between. Listening to the countdown background music of He Jingle's talent show.It was time for dinner, and someone yelled, "Damn, Yu Kangzhe, don't eat Mala Tang in front of your phone, the soup is all over my face!"

The scene was like a million locusts crossing the border, and the sound wave that hit the face could not take Yan Yu away for two miles.

He closed the door again blankly.

Hallucinations, must be hallucinations, he thought.

5 minute later.

Yan Yu: "..."

He bent his legs and squeezed in front of He Jingle's laptop with a magical expression. After being stepped on by He Jingle once, he finally couldn't hold back, lifted the table and stood up, unable to bear it: "Do we have to look at it like this?"

The two chairs were barely squeezed in front of the laptop, and he didn't even have room to put his legs down. He rolled his eyes angrily, and pushed the chair away, "I'll go back to my side to look."

He Jingle didn't stop him, and looked easy to talk, but just raised his head and looked at him silently: "...Okay."

Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw the other party lower his head, and his voice also lowered a lot, and he carefully turned off the volume of the computer, and continued: "I know, no one wants to Stay with me."

Yan Yu: "..."

"He Jingle, aren't you acting a little too much?" He looked at the other party's messy ipad and mobile phone and said.

He Jingle ignored him, and raised his eyelids to look at him again. This time it was even more extreme, and he closed the entire laptop with a click, and switched sides with his arms around his legs. His tone was as lonely as it was: "Forget it, Maybe I just don't deserve to watch TV with other people in my life."

"..."

Yan Yu opened his mouth again and again, and finally sat down silently.

"Great!"

There was a burst of cheers on the phone.

Yan Yu vaguely felt that he was being fooled, he really wanted to escape but couldn't escape, so he could only greet the rest of the people with a blank face-although they didn't see each other often on weekdays, thanks to He Jingle, a mutual friend, It was barely familiar; the countdown on the computer jumped to a single digit, and everyone held their breath, watching the gaudy title change suddenly, and the soundtrack became louder and louder, but no matter how you listened to it, it seemed a little familiar.

With a flash of white light, the show began to play the opening dance with He Jingle participating.

Yu Yehao started screaming, and a group of demons danced by himself: "Congratulations, Young Master He, for officially entering the show business circle, everyone stood up and applauded!"

Yan Yu's fragile heart was greatly shocked tonight. He used to know that He Jingle's friends were all top university bullies, but he didn't expect to lose that layer of well-dressed skin, and each one became more crazy than the other. He doubted life for a long time, and finally figured it out, thinking that there is probably no one who can be friends with He Jingle who is not crazy.

In summary, he himself is a psychopath.

He figured it out, he was relieved, just as the opening dance was about to end, he felt that he should applaud complacently, so he raised his hand, pointing at the small black dot at the top of the screen without saying anything: " Hey, is that you?"

The others didn't pay attention at first, but they heard him say: "Oh! It's Le Tsai! It's Le Tsai!"

Le Zai watched it closely and was very satisfied. The video, which had been stored in his computer a long time ago and had not been able to finish watching, finally came to an end. He said, "It's me! Hey, sure enough, gold will shine everywhere. -"

Before he finished speaking, the little black spot staggered suddenly, and turned down the top step in front of their eyes.

"..."

Silence, deathly silence.

Two screens, six faces, fell into a trance at the same time, finally Xin Sui barely found his voice, stuttered three times, as if he borrowed his mouth and wanted to return it urgently: "Uh, this... this, Did you make a mistake?"

"It can't be wrong, right?" Xiang Kongshan who reacted was very suspicious, "Is the program effective?"

He Jingle was dumbfounded, because it was the first time he had watched this show. He called the little director, but the other party's cell phone didn't work, and he was probably busy on set; now he finally got a little anxious: "Then what should we do now?" ah?"

"Don't panic." Xin Sui spoke again. On the screen, his face still looked so calm, as if there would never be another day in his life when he lost his composure like when he was in the rainstorm before. He only listened to him for a moment and said, "The director probably can't be contacted right now. This show is live, so we can only talk about it after the end of this episode. I guess it was a broadcast accident."

Of course He Jingle understands the truth, but he was still very frustrated. He pulled out the lead film file sent to him by the director before and read it, but the progress bar was pulled to the end. The moment when I fell off the stage.

He had to admit: Maybe this really was just a broadcast accident that only worked for him.

There are many possibilities, maybe the staff responsible for inserting the leading film made a mistake, or the previous leading film has not been played in full - or it is really just some program effect, but in either case, There is no doubt that he only sacrificed his luck to make others laugh, just like countless times before.

How could it be so unlucky?He Jingle thought like this like never before, this time it's not his problem, is it?

Young Master He stopped talking, staring at the keyboard in a daze, and those people separated by several screens did not dare to speak anymore, and could only pin their hopes on Yan Yu, the only one by his side, which made the latter very at a loss, and finally I can only bite the bullet and comfort: "Uh...it's okay, just for a moment, no one will notice."

"Really?"

There is no person in the world who is more convincing than He Jingle. He slowly raised his head, hesitantly raised his head to look at the screen, but as if deliberately confirming this sentence, almost at the moment when he raised his head, a bullet shot past his eyes. Screen: [Hahahaha, the person who fell off the stage just now looks so stupid, can he really come to participate in the singing and dancing show? ]

"..."

"Well, this, this—" Yan Yu sweated his brow, racked his brains and said again, "It's okay, everyone just smiles and it's over, no one will know it's yours."

The barrage crossed again: [Hahahaha I like stupid handsome guys, in 3 minutes, give me all his information, I want to pick him! ]

"..."

Yan Yu was about to speak again, but this time Yu Yehao and Yu Kangzhe said in unison: "Yan Yu, you better stop talking!"

——Not only that, none of the young master He and his relatives and friends who were immersed in sadness noticed that in just a short while, a topic unstoppably broke through numerous marketing drafts on the opening night of the draft, and became popular The first on the social platform, the title is called: #That handsome guy who suddenly went offline at the opening dance who is it#.

This topic comes from a Weibo, which seems to be posted by a veteran draft fan: [Hahahahaha what's going on? Why did someone fall off the stage at the opening dance?Is it really not the wrong version? ]

The accompanying picture is an emoji package, which is specially enlarged to represent the black spot of Young Master He, and even his bewildered and helpless expression can be vaguely seen, and the words are thoughtfully added: I will download first, 886.

The comments were all laughing, and they laughed [-] times.

He Jingle——

It became an overnight hit.

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It won't be popular for too long. (cold