After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

The second day of wanting a divorce.

As soon as this Weibo was posted, the number of reposts quickly exceeded [-], and the comment area also increased. Only likes——

+22.

Everyone is not interested in a live broadcast of an [-]-line coffee with a very bad reputation. They just want to go and watch the jokes and see what else this person can do.

An Rao is like a normal person, and he doesn't read Weibo anymore. He hasn't eaten hot food since he passed through, but he can only do it by himself because of his cash.

It's not that he's lazy, it's just...

He took out the pork ribs in the refrigerator, which were cut and ready-made sold in the supermarket. According to the online tutorial, he poured soy sauce, white sugar and bean paste into the bowl and stirred it. Gai stood by and guarded with folded arms.

"Gudu Gudu", hearing the boiling sound coming from the pot, he raised his hand to lift the lid of the pot, and the heat wave gushed out instantly, and he retracted his hands so hot.

But the braised pork ribs in the pot still looked remarkable, full of color and aroma. After a day of hunger, he picked up a piece of ribs and slowly put it into his mouth while guarding the pot.

The taste is very layered.

First, the soy sauce is deadly salty, then the sugary sweetness bursts in the mouth, and finally there is the unique aroma of bean paste, mixed with bloody smell layer by layer.

An Rao silently threw the bloody ribs back into the pot, covered the pot and continued to wait.

Half an hour later, looking at the dark ribs, he took a deep breath, closed the lid, opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of bread.

When God created An Rao, with a shake of his hand, the entire cooking area was thrown into the trash can.

At 06:30 in the evening, An Rao washed his face, straightened his hair in front of the mirror, and then opened the live broadcast software.

In an instant, an army of black fans rushed in like a swarm, and the barrage was densely packed.

【I'm coming!The lower limit of morality, An Rao, came with his face comparable to a city wall! 】

[Wow, he really dared to start a live broadcast, isn't he afraid of being banned? 】

An Rao sat down facing the camera, adjusted the phone, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and made two dimples.

"Everyone came quite early. I'm really flattered that so many people came to see me."

[Yeah, let's see your plastic face. 】

[It was still done according to our family's Xixi, but in the end it couldn't reveal one percent of her beauty, so Dong Shi imitated me and laughed to death. 】

An Rao propped his chin with one hand, carefully reading the vicious words on the bullet screen word by word. "Plastic face?" He looked at the bullet screen with a smile, raised his hand to open the beauty software, and adjusted the beauty value to the maximum.

For a moment, his face and chin in the camera can be hoeed, his eyes are staring like copper bells, and his skin has been polished until there are only two small spots left on his nose, which are split from the same fertilized egg as the snake essence in the gourd baby.

【What is this for】

[Close it, I'm sick of it. 】

An Rao clasped his fists against his chin, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that my face-lifting face will cause discomfort to everyone, so let's have a beautiful face."

[It's about to close, I'm going to have a nightmare at night. 】

[Nima is really scary. 】

With the snake essence face as the control group, the black fans suddenly felt that his original face was not generally pleasing to the eye.

The skin is so good without the beauty face, not to mention the built-in dermabrasion function, the eyebrows and eyes are full of jade, the hairpin stars follow the moon, unconsciously, the line of sight follows along the way.

Up to his slightly open neckline, the looming collarbone is deep enough to raise fish.

The black fan who wanted to continue mocking his appearance suddenly stopped his fingers, and the curse words rolled around in his throat and then slipped into his stomach.

The barrage of obscenities was reduced by half in an instant.

And it is undeniable that when they saw An Rao's indecent video, his expression was seductive, and he was really ashamed.

An Rao glanced at the time, it was seven o'clock.

He tilted the phone at a wider angle, gently rubbed the rice paper in front of him with his fingers, and his voice was as short as Lin Laiquan's rhyme:

"Actually, it's nothing important to start the live broadcast today. I'm short of money. I want to start a Chinese painting teaching video. Everyone can watch it lively. If you like it, you can tip it. If you don't like the upper right corner."

[Lack of money to find your brother, wouldn't it be enough to lick the pepper? 】

【Is it so pitiful?Being played through by my brother, but I didn't get a penny? 】

An Rao ignored him.

Do lions stop for barking dogs?

He picked up the brush, thought for a moment, and said with a smile, "Shall I teach you how to draw a poodle dog today?"

After finishing speaking, he lifted the pen, dipped in a small amount of stone yellow, touched the tip of the pen with a little ochre, and then landed firmly on the paper, the pen was smooth and agile." After a while, a fluffy little dog appeared in the picture.

The black fans looked at his hand holding the pen, and suddenly began to fantasize about him masturbating themselves. Their lower body hurt, and they couldn't help swallowing.

Wash the pen, change to a larger one, dip it in blue and white ink, and switch between the center and the side front naturally and smoothly. With just a few strokes, a flowery dog ​​looking up at the lush bamboo forest appears vividly on the paper.

The black powder was silent.

[Uh...Actually, it's okay. 】

【Qiuqiu sends out a small rocket. 】

[Forget it, I apologize for scolding you for touching porcelain, and stop being a monster in the future, get out. 】

【Wow!Really powerful, this proficiency is terrifying! 】

An Rao chuckled, and wrote four large characters on the side of the rice paper:

Be cautious in your words and deeds.

Signed: Anrao;

[Could it be that we intentionally manipulated our mentality and practiced hard day and night just to slap us in the face. 】

[emmm, the art student said that it is simply whimsical, this thing can't be done quickly, it needs more practice. 】

[Come on, stop being a monster, don't waste your skills and beauty. 】

[Fuck, what should I do if I suddenly want to be a fan, did someone wake me up?No one I rushed. 】

[Me too... Actually, the painting is really good, and I feel that the person is very polite, not as arrogant and domineering as the one uploaded on the Internet. 】

An Rao watched more and more people send small gifts, and the number of fans increased from zero to more than 1. He sat upright and faced the camera with a faint smile:

"That's all for today, everyone go to bed early, if you need it, you can private message me, I will continue to publish some Chinese painting tutorials, good night, remember not to turn down the air conditioner too low, babies."

The audience in front of the screen was all breathless.

This person just called himself... baby?I always feel... a very subtle feeling.

They watched the live broadcast room end and were stunned for a long time, their minds were full of the phrase "babies" floating out of the bright red lips.

Being called "baby" sincerely by the person I hate the most, I feel a little itchy in my heart.

The audience suddenly came back to their senses, picked up their mobile phones to open their browsers, and entered the word "An Rao".

Black material is flying all over the sky, and people are still arrogant, often tearing up with black fans.But, he called himself baby Σ(⊙⊙"a!

Quietly, I found Weibo, quietly found An Rao's Weibo, and then quietly, followed.

Lying on the bed, my heart was pounding, and my mind was full of the soft and pretty "baby". The audience held their mobile phones, and the interface was still on An Rao's personal homepage, lying on the bed with their eyes closed, full of satisfaction.

An Rao glanced at Weibo, he gained more than 1 fans, and then looked at the background of several video platforms - [-].

It is enough to buy a computer.

After choosing the brand and model of the computer on the Internet, An Rao will bring up the payment and plan to go to the computer city to have a look the next day.

But sleeping was a big problem, he went all over the house and only saw a bed on the second floor, the one that Chu Guannan slept on.

An Rao folded the quilt into strips and placed it where Chu Guannan had slept, while he lay on the other side with his eyes closed, extremely peaceful.

I thought that anyway, the original owner didn't have any announcements, and I might be able to sleep until I woke up naturally the next day, but it was just before six o'clock, and the phone rang non-stop, as if urging me to die.

He dazedly touched the phone and looked at it. The caller ID was Zhang Ze'an's old fox.

Press it down, don't answer it, this person's words are not nutritious anyway, so it doesn't matter if you don't listen.

But Zhang Ze'an was so determined, he didn't answer?Still shutting down?A Didi hit the door of An Rao's house and knocked on the door.

"An Rao, if you have the ability to hang up the phone, you have the ability to open the door!"

An Rao heard that Zhang Ze'an's broken gong voice was like singing a funeral, and really wanted to leave him there, but felt that this would disturb the neighbors, so he had to put on his shoes and get out of bed.

Opening the door, Zhang Ze'an scolded again, "Dead? Did your phone blow up? You want me to come to the door in person..."

Halfway through the conversation, it stopped abruptly.

An Rao, who just got off the bed, was still wearing loose pajamas, the neckline of his chest was open, his skin was like falling snow, his hair was messy from sleeping, and his already small face was only the size of a palm, his eyes looked a little tired, bright red The lips are slightly parted.

Fuck, did this kid look like this before?Why do you look so eager.

Zhang Ze'an smacked his lips, covering his useless bulge indiscriminately, and moved his eyes aside as much as possible to avoid An Rao's cold gaze.

"Look at Weibo."

An Rao rubbed his neck, which was sore from sleeping, and raised his hand to close the door.

"Hurry up and read Weibo!" Zhang Ze'an was in a hurry, he flicked his fingers on the screen and sent it to An Rao.

Only one night later, it was on the hot search again. With this terrifying popularity, it is unreasonable not to become a top superstar in the future.

An Rao glanced at it.

It turned out that someone @ him.

It is an artist named Pei Qingsong in the original text. Strictly speaking, he is the leading master of traditional Chinese painting in China. Even if he does not study art, he is familiar with this name. He is a well-known teacher.

Pei Qingsong@he then said: "I've seen your works, they are very beautiful, and I would like to ask if you would like to continue your studies with me?"

Zhang Ze'an chattered on the side: "Let's talk about it first, this matter is not negotiable, if you can get the name of a closed disciple of Pei Qingsong, believe it or not, you can take advantage of this opportunity to turn salty fish into mud on the wall, now this kind of art The subject matter is very popular, and I can use this to help you get some art endorsements."

The mud stays well at the base of the wall, why do you have to prop it up the wall?

An Rao continued to raise his hand to close the door: "Don't go."

Zhang Ze'an hurriedly put his hands against the door frame, and his eyeballs almost popped out three meters away:

"Who are you with? Don't be ignorant. If you really think that you can paint two shabby paintings, you'll look down on others? The company doesn't raise waste, so you hurry up and come with me to visit Pei Qingsong."

An Rao's head hurt from his noise, and he pressed the doorbell.

Not long after, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor, and a group of security guards in black came straight to this side after looking around.

Zhang Ze'an stared at the bull's-eye, and was dragged out by the security guards with a dirty mouth.

"Let me tell you, if you miss this time, there will be no next time, you can understand for me!"

Once the door is closed, the world can be regarded as quiet.

An Rao was so noisy that he lost all sleepiness, got up to wash up, took out bread and milk from the refrigerator, and then opened Weibo to find Pei Qingsong@his Weiwen.

The comments section below was also taken down.

[Mr. Pei, you need to keep your eyes open, you are already a master of painting, you don't know how bad this An Rao's reputation is, it's just a muddy pit, whoever steps on it will be unlucky. 】

[Teacher Pei calm down!Teacher Pei don't want it!Teacher Pei, you will regret it! 】

[Master Pei is always strong and strong, and he has not missed the pornographic video of this slut, he rushed really fast, hehehe. 】

[Disgusting, report it, if you don't have a mother to teach upstairs, you will die, Teacher Pei really don't get involved with this person, don't make it too late. 】

An Rao flipped through the comments and was once again hit by Jiu Leu Yu's quality.

Although being accepted as an apprentice by a well-known master like Pei Qingsong is the dream of many people, An Rao's dream is really not here.

His mother is the secretary-general of the Domestic Artists Association, but it was a continuation when she married his father. His father's deceased ex-wife left behind a pair of children. Everyone thought that his mother married his father because of money. Including my brother and sister think so too.

Mother lives cautiously at home, depending on the faces of those three.

In order not to worry her elder brother and sister, she sent An Rao to study art overnight, keeping a low profile and avoiding everything related to finance.

An Rao didn't finally understand until he left home to study abroad and saw a lot about the world:

Caring too much about what other people think will make you lose yourself.

So he wants to go further afield.

Want to be free, want to wander with the wind.

Therefore, regarding Pei Qingsong's desire to accept him as an apprentice to continue his studies, he can only open Weibo, @索青松:

[Thank you Teacher Pei for your love, I am really flattered to be respected by Teacher Pei, but the world is so big, I want to see it. 】

It is very difficult for pure art majors to get ahead now, and they have to rely on the early stage to build their reputation. With such a high-status and famous tutor to help pave the way and make contacts, it will be very easy in the future on this road.

But as a teacher for one day and a father for life, he must be treated like a father with his mentor, and he cannot leave his side for half a step.

One sentence of refusal completely exploded the pot on the Internet.

[I am a little fan, but I don't know what my last name is, and I dare to refuse Teacher Pei's invitation. 】

[Showing off the high-level personality again?If I met Mr. Pei in private, I might have to kneel down and call him daddy. 】

But what kind of person is Pei Qingsong? Of course he doesn't have the same knowledge as ignorant netizens. He has a big heart, so he just replied An Rao:

[A good man has ambitions far away, yes, if there is a chance in the future, we will discuss painting skills together. 】

An Rao replied "Thank you", turned off Weibo, found a baseball cap to put on, and went to the computer city with 6000 yuan.

There are row upon row of shops in the computer city. After looking at each shop, he finally chose the one that looked the neatest.

Seeing that the business came, the guy who sells computers began to introduce the performance and configuration of the computer to An Rao. While talking, he suddenly lowered his head and looked at An Rao curiously:

"I think you seem familiar, guest."

An Rao lowered the brim of his hat: "You continue to talk about computers."

"Then let the guest talk about your request first, play games? Or cut videos, or something else."

"AI stunt."

The little brother nodded: "Then you need a computer with a good GPU, but if your budget is only [-], it may not be enough."

An Rao has considered this situation a long time ago, but he is not afraid, there is a way out, and the second plan is used:

"Desktop is also fine, I can assemble the configuration by myself."

Compared with notebooks, desktop computers are more cost-effective. A [-] desktop can beat a [-] notebook in terms of functions, and the color display will be more restored.

After choosing the computer, the younger brother warmly greeted him and asked if he would like to have it delivered to his home.

But sending it home is tantamount to announcing to the whole world that I am going to use the computer to do things. An Rao shook his head, picked up the display screen and the host, and planned to carry it back by himself.

The little brother chased after him again, kept looking at An Rao's face, and said with a smile: "Seeing that it's inconvenient for you, let me send it back for you."

An Rao still said the same words: "Thank you, no need."

He carried the computer back home, and after spending half a day assembling the computer, the next step was to learn AI face-swapping technology.

It is easy to learn this aspect, but the current technology can only change the face, but cannot restore it, so he can only find another way to prove that the indecent video is an AI face change.

An Rao took a selfie video to capture different facial postures, expressions, etc., taking into account lighting and angles, and then proceeded to data collection.

Then he found the indecent video, and paused frame by frame to observe the character's expression. He found that the person opened his eyes without blinking the whole time, and his eyeballs seemed to be motionless.

Case solved.

He opened Weibo and posted a video, with the caption: "Dry eyes? How about doing blinking exercises."

The author says:

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