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

No.20 who wants to divorce for five days.

Lin Jingxi was actually betting that it would be impossible for An Rao to open this door. These are all high-end locks, even if a professional lockpicker comes, they may not be able to open it.

An Rao turned on the flashlight and shined a light on the keyhole.

Indeed, the structure of this door lock has an additional internal lock cylinder compared to ordinary locks. Generally, one lock bolt is enough to unlock the lock, but this requires two steps up and down.

An Rao inserted the pin into the door lock, tried it with a light shake, and heard the slight sound of the silver pin colliding with the lock bolt.

"Can it work? This lock looks very difficult to open." MC asked.

"It's really difficult to open, you still need a professional master." An Rao straightened up and pulled out the silver needle.

Lin Jingxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and put on a harmless smile: "Forget it, everyone should come and visit my garden. I have planted a lot of flowers and plants."

"However." An Rao interrupted him suddenly, and once again poked the silver needle into the keyhole, "As long as you master the principles, you can master them."

There were two clicks, and the two bolts in the lock cylinder bounced open one by one. An Rao pulled the doorknob and pushed the door open, with a meaningful smile on his lips:

"It's open."

He looked at Lin Jingxi, read the word "embarrassed" through his dark pupils.

"Wow! This is too embarrassing, the earth dog is an eye-opener!" The staff looked at the luxurious decoration inside, which was comparable to the Palace of Versailles, and shed tears of envy and hatred.

"Huh? I didn't see Xiaoan's calligraphy work." Unlike others, Wang VJ only aimed at that calligraphy work.

The walls are bare, not even a hook.

Lin Jingxi clenched his fingers, and looked suddenly enlightened: "I remembered, these few days the house was being renovated, and I sent Rao Rao's calligraphy back to my father's house for preservation. I'm afraid everyone won't be able to see it."

MC touched his nose, and said something vaguely: "Then there is no way."

Seeing that everyone finally let go of this topic, Lin Jingxi heaved a sigh of relief, and once again warmly invited everyone to see the flowers and plants he planted.

After visiting Lin Jingxi's house, the next stop is Yin Xueya's house, and this time Lin Jingxi will also go with her.

The group of people had just left the house when a garbage truck came to collect garbage in the villa area.

A crisp sound of "Kang Dang" caught everyone's attention.

It's trash, it's nothing to look at, but the big mahogany picture frame in the car seems... a bit familiar.

Wang VJ took out his mobile phone on the spot and turned to Weibo on Lin Jingxi's birthday, carefully compared it with the frame, and thought for a long time, "Don't you think that frame looks familiar..."

An Rao sneered, rubbed his thin white fingers lightly on his knees, and said casually: "The picture frames, they all look the same."

"It's different." Wang VJ zoomed in on the camera lens to the maximum focal length.

The exposed corner of the mahogany picture frame is engraved with small characters "An Rao bestowed on Jingxi".

Lin Jingxi sat up straight suddenly, his eyes glued to the picture frame. After a long while, he bit his lower lip lightly, turned his head to look at An Rao who was staring at him with a smile, and said in an aggrieved tone:

"I'm sorry, Rao. In fact, it was a friend who fostered his dog at my house before. The dog was very skinny and bit your work to pieces. I was afraid that you would be angry if you found out, so you wanted to deal with it secretly..."

At the end, he would add another sentence: "Actually, I cherish your works very much. You are my friend. We have known each other for four years. You will believe me."

An Rao laughed softly. He put his fingers on his chin, and his face always had a friendly smile: "It's okay, I'll write another one for you. What are you writing this time... How about getting out of the mud without getting stained."

Anyone with cerebral palsy with an IQ of less than 65 can tell that An Rao is connoting Lin Jingxi, but with so many cameras facing him, he can only swallow the breath and nod aggrievedly:

"it is good."

Everyone had a great time at Yin Xueya's house afterwards.

At first glance, Yin Xueya was from a scholarly family, and there were many calligraphy and paintings hanging in the house. It wasn't until Yin Xueya's father came to visit her daughter that everyone was surprised to find out!

It turns out that Yin Suzhi, the famous calligrapher, is actually Yin Xueya's father!

When the program group asked Yin Xueya to show her most precious collection, Yin Xueya took out a yellowed photo album from the drawer, most of which were photos of her with her parents and younger brothers when she was a child.

She had an extraordinary appearance when she was a child, she was as beautiful as a fairy who strayed into the mortal world, and her younger brother was almost carved out of the same mold.

When the program team asked what Yin Xueya's younger brother was doing now, Yin Xueya had a smile on her face, but she rubbed her fingers in a panic, and then said softly:

"I lost it when I was a child and never found it."

She was laughing, but it hurt more than crying.

The good MC continued to look through the album, but saw a familiar face.

"Do you know Lan Jiao?"

Yin Xueya smiled: "She is my mother."

Everyone was erupting, saying that even if the second generation of wealth is rich, it can't compare with a calligrapher father who is very prestigious and admired by everyone, and a singer mother who is cherished and sung by thousands of people to this day.

In the living room, An Rao and Yin Suzhi sat side by side, the old and the young staring at each other.

Yin Suzhi looked at An Rao frequently, as if he was particularly curious about him.

After a long time, he asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Uncle, my name is An Rao."

Yin Suzhi was stunned for a moment, and leaned forward impatiently: "So, the work that the little star posted on Weibo last time was from your own hand?"

He called Lin Jingxi a "little star".

But Yin Suzhi didn't know Lin Jingxi, nor did he know that the person sitting opposite the sofa with an extremely ugly face was Lin Jingxi.

"Yes, but the writing is not good, I made my uncle a joke." An Rao said modestly.

When Yin Suzhi heard this, he immediately ran into the study and took out the Four Treasures of the Study, and looked at An Rao expectantly: "Why don't we discuss it on the spot."

An Rao narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved like a crescent moon: "Okay."

Originally, the program team came to raid Yin Xueya's house, but An Rao became the protagonist again out of nowhere.

Yin Suzhi looked at his gesture of holding the pen and his skillful brushwork, and nodded excitedly:

"If my idiot students had half your aura, I wouldn't grow old so fast."

Yin Xueya hugged her German curly cat and sat next to Yin Suzhi, seeing her father still naughty like a schoolboy at such an age, she couldn't help laughing and said:

"My dad is here again. He used to force me and my brother to practice calligraphy. From time to time, he would pull out to compete with us. After so many years, it still hasn't changed at all."

The old naughty boy didn't pay any attention to the baby girl's words, only seeing An Rao writing.

Tall and tall, tall and straight like a pine, it is unexpected that this kind of little boy who has been in the entertainment circle has such wisdom, and his brushwork is experienced, it is definitely not a short-term crash, he must have practiced for at least ten years.

For An Rao, soft-brush calligraphy is not only a compulsory subject for their Chinese painting major, but also a method his mother often uses to curry favor with his father. He started picking up brushes when he was seven years old, and it has been more than ten years in a flash.

It's not aura or talent, but the result of working hard secretly where others can't see it.

Looking at the vigorous and graceful brush characters on the rice paper, Yin Suzhi smiled very pleased and couldn't help nodding.

Ke smiled, but his eyes suddenly turned red.

He picked up the rice paper, looked it up and down a dozen times, couldn't help but raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and murmured:

"If my Xiaozhou is still there, he must be no worse than you."

Yin Xueya was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and hugged her father: "Father... Be good, don't talk about it."

An Rao looked at them blankly, as if he had heard Yin Xueya say that his younger brother had the word "zhou" in his name.

When he left Yin Xueya's house, he thought that Yin Suzhi would come to see him off, but he didn't get up. Instead, he sat on the sofa and picked up the strands of hair from the guests one by one. His old fingers collected the hair and put it on the table.

An Rao thought of the phrase "Don't let waiting become a regret."

He bypassed the crowd and said softly to Yin Suzhi: "Uncle, I will visit you again when I have time."

When Yin Suzhi heard this, he got up and rushed over, grabbed An Rao's hand and shook it: "You must come."

After visiting the residences of the other guests in one day, An Rao was almost useless when he got home.

Chu Guannan left again at some point, and he didn't go with him during the surprise inspection. He was busy anyway, so everyone could understand.

An Rao opened Weibo, a little nervous.

The gap between their group and Lin Jingxi's group in the number of votes has widened by more than 120 million.

Whether you can catch up with this trip to Nepal depends on the raid video released by the program group tomorrow.

He was lying on the bed, a little sleepy, blinking his eyes and falling asleep.

On the other side, the production team of the program was staying up late and working overtime, editing the video, adding special effects and music, and "duang" was posted online.

In the end, the program team also cut out the canvassing video clips of all the guests and combined them into one and uploaded it to the official V.

Waking up early the next morning, the fans saw that they had received this kind of benefits, they were not sleepy anymore, they were refreshed at work and school, and the netizens were all eager to move.

[Rao Rao is so pitiful, everyone give him the ticket, let him go to Nepal, the child is almost crying. 】

[Hahaha, I can still understand if it is Italy in Europe, Nepal?That place is still being rebuilt after the earthquake. Do you want to move bricks there?An Rao really has never seen the world. 】

【Woooooo sister Xueya left the group last night and sent us a voting link to fool us, only to find out that it was from An Rao's group after voting (covering her face and laughing and crying)】

[Creeks, hurry up!Can't be caught up by No.2, No.2 will always be No.2! 】

[I f*cked all night, posting group votes on the list, hahaha, if No.2 wants to catch up, it's better to ascend to the sky. 】

[Tsk tsk, Lin Jingxi spit out white lotus and was full of friendship. In the end, he tore up the calligraphy that An Rao gave him, so he really didn't pay attention to 32 yuan. 】

[It is recommended to donate the eyes. Didn't I hear Jingxi say that he was torn apart by a dog? All kinds of dirty water were poured on Jingxi. Anrao's powder quality is desert, right? 】

[Yes, yes, the dog is tearing it up, I am afraid that Lin Jingxi did not expect that one day his fans would call him (doge) on the Internet. 】

This paragraph is also the plot where the protagonist is beaten in the face in the original text.

Lin Jingxi originally far surpassed No.2 by nearly 300 million votes, but on the day the results were announced, there was an outrageous incident of being overtaken by the last original owner.

After taking No.1, the original owner thanked the country on the Internet, but Weibo staff came out to clarify urgently, saying that the voting system was maliciously attacked and tampered with the number of votes. After comparison, Lin Jingxi was the real No.1.

When An Rao heard this passage, he thought it was because he hadn't read enough books.

It is possible to attack the system, but voting can only modify the text in the background, and cannot really change the quantity. The author really thinks that the original owner is a future soldier, and he has no common sense at all.

However, not long after An Rao's raid video was posted online, it surprisingly received the highest number of likes.

And many likes are not his fans, but purebred wild passers-by.

[I don't mix circles, so someone tell me who this little brother is?He is really cute, and his appearance is very down-to-earth. 】

【His name is An Rao. He used to be a trainee of Yashi Company's preparatory youth group. Later, the other members were picked up by the big company, and he was the only one left. 】

[Oh, oh, it's so good, why no one wants it, it's unscientific. 】

[Because dancing is like a convulsion, singing is like mourning, and her personality is extremely poor and she is still a stalker. Are An Rao fans satisfied? Don't pretend to be a passerby, throw up. 】

[==What is pretending to be a passerby? The words you circled are so difficult to understand. 】

[Don't pay attention to that silly cup, if Rao Rao didn't have a company at the beginning, it was because of poor management. 】

[Oh, this brother is really cute, he said so pitifully that he wants to go to Nepal, it broke my heart! 】

An Rao watched his Weibo followers rise sharply, but the votes rose slowly. After all, he only had those few fans, so no matter how much he rose, it would be the same.

In the afternoon, Song Weichuan called him and asked him to go to the company.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Weichuan's sticky smile.

An Rao looked away and sat down in front of him.

Song Weichuan's eyes slid from his face to his slender neck, hooked the corners of his lips, and got straight to the point:

"Do you want to go to Nepal?"

An Rao: "I don't accept unspoken rules."

"Who asked you this, I asked you if you want to go to Nepal."

"I want to go, but I don't accept the unspoken rules."

Song Weichuan: He had no choice but to support his forehead: "At noon today, Hope Elementary School found me and said that I would send an artist to support education activities for a month. In terms of cultural level, I can only think of you."

"Hope Primary School?"

"Yes, it is an elementary school in the mountain village below Jincheng."

An Rao: "I don't know how to teach."

Song Weichuan turned his pen and squinted his eyes like a sly fox: "Don't you want to go to Nepal? It's hard for you to surpass Lin Jingxi in the number of votes now. Do you just want to let it go like this?"

At some point, the seven-day tour to Nepal was not only a hope for An Rao, but also became an obsession that must be done.

If he begged Chu Guannan, Chu Guannan would not refuse, but his money was his and had nothing to do with him.

"For artists, the most direct and effective way to increase popularity is public welfare, which is more useful than making a hundred movies."

An Rao raised his head, and said righteously: "But I really don't know how to teach, I'm going to mislead my students."

"You are too modest. Your Chinese painting teaching video is so popular and you still say you can't teach. Besides, you can't handle elementary school students? You can count one plus one, and you can write that I love the motherland."

An Rao lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Seeing that An Rao was silent, Song Weichuan sighed softly, his smile restrained a bit:

"They are all left-behind children whose parents work outside the home all year round. Many elderly people do not understand the importance of reading and are unwilling to let their children study. Some children have to take on the responsibility of taking care of the family when they are seven or eight years old. The school wants to invite celebrities. You have celebrity power."

An Rao clenched his hands tightly, and said in a low voice, "I know, when will we leave."

"The day after tomorrow, there will be a cameraman following up."

An Rao nodded: "I have nothing else to do, I'm leaving first."

"Wait a minute." Song Weichuan called to stop him, "I think of you first for every good thing. Would Mr. An give me some rewards?"

Again, An Rao was speechless to him.

An Rao turned around and faced his "benefactor", he said righteously: "Mr. Song can actually talk to Chu Guannan, as long as you can talk to Chu Guannan, I will go with you at any time, but if you can't say it, then I can only ask you to respect yourself."

Song Weichuan was stunned for a moment, and then he sneered: "There are too many people who want to climb on my bed, so don't pretend to be arrogant for me, get out!"

An Rao instantly smiled on his face: "Mr. Song, bye—"

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!