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

No.20 who wants to divorce for eight days.

An Rao lowered his head, thought for a long time, and asked, "Can I be a substitute?"

The referee laughed and cried: "Are you embarrassed to play against a group of elementary school students?"

That's really embarrassing.

But the kids have been fighting for this game for so long, training before dawn every day, and going back to the dormitory wearing stars and moons, waiting for this day, and now the score is still tied, let them give up...

An Rao couldn't bear it.

Sun Wei waved at An Rao from below, and said in a strange way: "Teacher An - abstain, don't waste everyone's time—"

Although An Rao told the children not to care too much about winning or losing, it was over before the competition, and he couldn't give the children a reasonable explanation.

Now, except for the students in An Rao's own class, the other students are shouting "abstain" as if they think it's fun.

only……

A thin figure suddenly appeared on the bench, he put down the little girl in his arms, took the remaining jersey on the chair, and unfolded it.

On it was written his name:

【Li Mingming】

"Teacher!" He raised his hand high, "The substitute is here."

All of a sudden, everyone looked at the source of the sound.

Li Mingming, who has been away from school for a long time!How could he appear here?

An Rao slowly opened his eyes wide, his eyelashes trembling.

Li Mingming took off his jacket, put on his autumn clothes and put on his jersey, picked up his younger sister and walked up to An Rao, and stuffed his arms into his arms: "Teacher An, help me take care of my younger sister."

Time seemed to stand still.

Facing the vicious clamor of "abstaining", the little boy resolutely walked into the stadium.

His small figure melted into the red sky of the setting sun.

Stepping across the sandy playground, the shoe prints that were so worn that the pattern could not be seen fell heavily.

He walked to the goal, ignoring the people around him who were still yelling "abstain", leaned slightly, and put on a standard professional defensive action.

What is ahead, he is actually not very clear, but when he woke up in the morning, a voice kept telling him:

"You only have two choices, right, or easy."

Li Mingming squinted his eyes, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at the football in the referee's hands.

The referee shrugged and motioned for the other players to take their positions.

"Li Mingming, come on, come on!"

In the sound of "abstaining from voting", there were several high-pitched "Come on, Li Mingming".

With a whistle, the referee serves again.

With the addition of Li Mingming, the children's morale was greatly improved, and they won the ball bravely. In the second half, they attacked the opponent's goal with the momentum of starting.

But the score is still tied.

Seeing that the time was entering the final stage, it happened that the children in Sun Yi's class grabbed the ball and led it all the way to the goal defended by Li Mingming.

And the kid who shot the goal was the fierce guy who kicked Wu Xiaojun off the field just now.

His family is all farmers, and he has been farming with his father since he was a child, and he has muscle bumps all over his body at a young age, which is very scary.

In the last 30 seconds, if the goal is scored, he can win the second half with a score of 3:2, take away the children in An Rao class with a total score of 1:0, and follow Teacher Sun down the mountain to eat hot pot.

Li Mingming grabbed the ground with his toes, leaned forward, and only had the football in his eyes.

Ten seconds, nine seconds, eight seconds—

The football shot out and flew towards Li Mingming quickly.

An Rao looked at them nervously, clasped his hands unconsciously.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Li Mingming caught the ball firmly.

An Rao breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, in this case, if the scores of the two sides are tied, they can enter overtime and play another game.

Li Mingming caught the ball, swung his arms and raised his hand, and threw it to the opposite side.

Just as An Rao turned around to take a break, suddenly, there was an enthusiastic exclamation from the audience, and even the headmaster stood up abruptly, grabbing the table.

Time enters the last three seconds, two seconds, one second—

"Bang!" The football hit the opponent's goal hard.

In an instant, all the voices stopped when the ball hit the goal.

"Li... Li Mingming threw the ball directly into the opponent's goal!!"

The principal was trembling with excitement, the veins in his neck bulging as he shouted, and the spittle fell like a torrential rain.

An Rao turned around slowly, and saw the football roll around in the opponent's goal and stopped behind the white line, but the opponent's goalkeeper seemed to have not reacted yet, and still kept his defensive action, with a bewildered expression on his face.

At the last second, Li Mingming made a corner kick to make the score 3:2 in the second half.

The children in the second class were all dumbfounded, losing their ability to think one by one like statues.

All the students in the audience stood up excitedly, raised their arms and shouted "Li Mingming". Even the children in Sun Shi's class were infected by the exciting atmosphere, forgetting which side they were on and shouting "Li Mingming" from the audience.

Li VJ clenched his fists, pointed the camera at Li Mingming's face, and shouted: "Li Mingming is doing well!"

The children rushed to Li Mingming in an instant, and eleven young boys hugged each other tightly, shouting "No regrets".

All the children in the Anrao class rushed off the stage, lifted Li Mingming high and threw him into the sky.

"Li Mingming! Li Mingming!"

An Rao smiled, his eyes were red.

He took a deep breath, raised his hands, and ran down the field like a primary school student, hugging the children, his fingers trembling with excitement:

"You are amazing, you are my pride."

With tears in their eyes, the children kissed An Rao's face forcefully one by one.

"Teacher, we won, we won!"

An Rao stroked Li Mingming's hair and said with a smile, "Teacher knew you would definitely come."

Li Mingming touched his nose and lowered his head to block the blush on his cheeks.

Amidst the warm cheers, the man in the corner of the stage raised his mouth and smiled faintly. He got up and walked around the crowd and left the arena.

Sun Wei looked at the dejected child, rolled his eyes, and couldn't help saying angrily: "I've invited you to eat so many snacks for nothing, what's the use, you bunch of trash."

An Rao was very happy after winning the game, and went down the mountain to buy ingredients, intending to reward the children.

The children, who seldom get meat, saw a table full of braised pork and goose as soon as they entered the cafeteria, and they rushed over to take good seats.

An Rao gently touched the children's heads: "You have worked hard, the teacher specially prepared a big meal for you, let's have a good meal."

"Wow! There is meat to eat!"

The children raised their chopsticks, picked up a large piece of meat and stuffed it into their mouths.

Then the smile froze...

Teacher An, are you really here to punish us?

Tomorrow I will leave school, and the last class in the afternoon is also a part of the children's selection of their favorite teacher.

The principal sent a small note to everyone, and said: "Don't care what others say, it's your right to write whoever you want."

The children wrote down the name in their hearts without thinking, and put it into the mailbox with a smile on their faces.

Although he lost the football, Sun Shi still felt that he had the chance to win.

He secretly stuffed snacks for the students in the two classes just now. There is no child who doesn't like snacks, and his "favorite teacher" must be him.

The principal sorted out the votes and called the children to the playground with a small blackboard behind them.

"The next thing is to vote, but I still want to say, no matter which teacher wins in the end, you must remember their dedication and care for you."

The principal cleared his throat, took out a small note, unfolded it, and read: "Teacher Sun."

The teller made a note behind Mr. Sun's name.

The principal took out another card: "Teacher Sun."

The third one: "Teacher Sun."

Sun Wei sat next to An Rao, and nudged him with his elbow: "See, it's useless to pay. This group of heartless little bastards don't want to do what you do. They just care about not being in place."

An Rao didn't speak, and looked at the ever-increasing strokes behind Sun Wei's name on the blackboard.

10 minute later.

The headmaster adjusted his glasses, turned around and looked at the small blackboard behind him: "Uh...now the voting results are announced."

An Rao felt that there was no need to announce it, the children could read and write.

Behind Sun Wei's name, the word "正" was written in the third stroke and then disappeared.

Behind An Rao's name, there is a row of countless "positive".

"A total of 47 students participated in the voting. Among them, Teacher Sun won [-] votes and Teacher An received [-] votes." The principal applauded enthusiastically. "As our most popular teacher among students, I invite Teacher An to come on stage and give an acceptance speech."

Amid the warm applause from the children, An Rao stepped onto the stage and raised the microphone.

Pairs of pure and innocent eyes below, with deep love, looked at this lovely teacher who gave them chicken legs, praised them for their well-written essays, made them jerseys, and made Nan`feng rice, which was particularly unpalatable.The love that I can't feel from my parents who have been working outside the country all year round, I can feel it from the teacher who I have only known for a month.

An Rao stroked the microphone, and the breeze blew up his hair, shining like black jade in the sun.

"Actually, if I insist on what to say, I just hope that everyone can remember every day we have spent together, the classrooms and playgrounds we have fought together, and in the days when I am not here, please remember the original oath, do your best, and never leave behind. Pity."

Under the stage, Wu Xiaojun, who was wearing a plaster cast, stood up tremblingly, clapping his little hands.

All the children also stood up, and following the principal's "salute", the children raised their little hands above their heads in unison, expressing their respect and love for their favorite teacher.

On the night of his departure, An Rao drew their cartoon Q-version portraits for each student, and carefully wrote down his message to each child at the back.

One month is not long or short, but here, he has seen all kinds of life and felt the kindness and warmth of human nature. Really, he is a little bit reluctant.

An Rao put down his pen, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and suddenly got up and walked out of the dormitory.

When he came to the classroom, he slowly looked at every corner, recalling the innocent smiling faces of the children, and a gratified smile suddenly spread to the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with the blackboard behind.

Take a closer look—

It is still full of children's dreams.

It just changed from "I want a Barbie doll" at the beginning to "I want to go to college."

"I don't want Dad to be here" becomes "I want to be a policeman and catch bad guys all over the world."

"I want to eat spicy strips" has become "I want to be a doctor and treat my sick grandma."

The phrase "Mr. An is a big shabi" has also become "Mr. An, I love you".

I don't know when the children came to change it.

But only the phrase "I want to play football" remains unchanged on the blackboard.

After thinking for a long time, An Rao picked up a chalk and wrote a sentence on the blackboard.

Li VJ held up the camera with the light on, and the dim light slowly flashed across An Rao's back, illuminating the slender waist and the extremely serious profile.

With this, the short teaching career came to an end.

Li VJ sighed, and seemed very reluctant.

He asked An Rao: "Are you really determined to leave tonight without saying hello to the children?"

An Rao looked at the seating chart on the podium and nodded: "I won't fight anymore, I don't really like parting scenes."

Li VJ sighed again.

The car sent by the company stopped on the mountainside and could no longer climb up. An Rao and Li VJ carried the suitcases and walked slowly in the dark night.

An Rao got into the car, took off his baseball cap, and glanced back at the mountains shrouded in darkness.

The mountain road is difficult, and it takes three or four hours to walk, but no matter how difficult it is, the children must persevere and leave the mountain.

"All ready, let's go." The driver said.

An Rao nodded, put his baseball cap on his face, and slowly closed his eyes.

The car started to drive very slowly and bumped badly.

Suddenly, he heard the driver in front of him ask suspiciously: "Huh? Who are they and what are they doing?"

An Rao's heart skipped a beat, and he took off his baseball cap and looked out the rear window.

A little boy with a cast on his leg was hopping forward on one foot, seemingly using all his strength to chase the car that was about to leave.

One child, two children, dozens of children.

They climbed up from the back of the mountain, ignoring their legs and feet pierced by thorns, humming mightily.

"Mr. An! You can't go! How can I live without you!" Wu Xiaojun leaned on a cane in one hand and hopped forward with one foot. Tears washed down the dirty mud on his face.

Hearing the hoarse sound, An Rao thought it was a little funny, but with a smile, his vision gradually blurred.

"Mr. An, I can't bear to let you go!"

The children walked through the night while shouting An Rao's name. They didn't know if there would be a mountain beast ahead, they only knew that their teacher An was leaving without saying hello.

Li Mingming also followed, holding an old football in his hand, but he didn't express his reluctance like other children, but just ran along silently.

An Rao wiped his eyes and said to the driver: "Master, stop quickly."

He jumped out of the car, strode forward, and ran away with the children in both directions.

He hugged the children wholeheartedly, caressing their dark little faces, suddenly felt empty in his heart.

"Teacher, don't you want us? Are we disobedient?" A little girl rubbed her eyes and cried loudly.

An Rao hugged her and said softly, "It's not that you are disobedient, but that I only came here to teach for a month."

The little girl hugged him hard, crying until she choked up: "But we don't want you to go, please don't go, please."

Li VJ's eyes were moistened, he held up the camera and comforted him: "It's okay kids, Teacher An will come back to see you in the future."

Wu Xiaojun kept sobbing, threw away his crutches and stepped forward to hug An Rao: "You must come back to see us."

An Rao chuckled with red eyes, and stretched out his little finger: "Sure, let's pull the hook."

Wu Xiaojun also stretched out his little finger, hooked An Rao's little finger tightly, and after a while, hugged his hand again and began to cry loudly.

An Rao looked at Li Mingming who had been silent all the time, smiled and patted his head: "You don't have anything to say to the teacher?"

Li Mingming held the football in his arms tightly, and said softly like a mosquito: "Teacher, have a good journey..."

An Rao stood up: "Okay, don't send it off, go back, climbing the mountain at night is too dangerous, don't worry me."

His voice was very soft, like a swirling feather falling into the hearts of the children.

An Rao didn't look back this time, because if he looked back again and saw the faces of the children crying like little cats, he really couldn't leave.

He got into the car with a hoarse voice: "Master, let's drive."

The car started slowly, An Rao lowered his head, feeling lonely.

It's just that he hadn't run far when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the car window.

Looking up hurriedly, I saw Li Mingming running along the road, slapping the car window hard, tears drifting away with the night wind.

"Mr. An, I want to study! I want to play football! I want to join the national team! I will win the World Cup trophy in the future, and your name will be on it!"

The driver yelled impatiently: "Don't chase the car! It's too dangerous!"

Hearing this sentence, Li Mingming suddenly stopped in his tracks.

An Rao lowered his head.

"Click".

The pants are wet.

The children looked at the vehicle carrying their dreams and their favorite teacher, driving into the night, stepping on the stars and getting smaller little by little, and finally disappeared into the night.

The children cried and walked back to the classroom to turn on the lights, only to find a small card on everyone's desk.

Pick up the card, on which is painted a cartoon image that belongs to them alone, and the beautiful small characters are full of reluctance and love for them.

Looking at the card, the children cried and huddled together.

When they raised their heads, they saw a large line of characters on the back blackboard:

[Through the storm, you will see the poem and the distance you want. 】

"It's hard work, go to bed early." Li VJ waved to An Rao.

The car stopped at the gate of Guanlan Yipin, An Rao looked up at the towering high-rise buildings, but his mind could not get rid of the poor and withered small mountain village.

He stepped into the elevator wearily, and unlocked the door with his fingerprints.

Chu Guannan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, when he heard the voice, he glanced at it and said calmly, "I'm back."

An Rao didn't have the strength to act cute to him, so he turned and went upstairs.

Lying on the bed, looking at the pictures of the children one by one, thinking of those innocent and lovely smiling faces, An Rao smiled tiredly, he couldn't hold on after not sleeping all night, and closed his eyes after a while .

When he woke up, it was already seven o'clock in the afternoon. For some reason, he was sleeping on his stomach, but now he changed his position, nestled in the soft quilt, and his shoes fell off for some reason.

An Rao sat on the bed for a long time, and suddenly slapped his thigh.

Vote for [-]-day Nepal tour!

Today is the voting deadline!

These days, he leaned on the group of dolls with all his heart and soul, and completely forgot about it.

Quickly open and take a look at the vote.

My heart suddenly froze.

The ticket difference between him and Lin Jingxi has changed from 260 million to 370 million. Tonight is the deadline at twelve o'clock. In five hours, how likely is it to recover more than 300 million votes.

The answer is zero.

Before the results came out, Lin Jingxi's fans had already held a celebration meeting online.

[Hahaha 370W, it's too late to swipe tickets now, cool!Jingxi pressed this fool to death! 】

[An Rao, are you watching?Are you angry or not, hehehe, Nepal?You go to northern Burma to plant cotton. 】

Even Lin Jingxi himself posted a Weibo that looked like his acceptance speech:

[Thank you for your full support for me this month, thank you, you have a share of the credit, I love you (heart)]

An Rao was speechless.

Why does this person always have this white lotus-like tone, author, is your own son the lotus essence that popped out from "Ai Lian Shuo"?

Holding his mobile phone, he kept his eyes on his voting slip.

I really want to go to Nepal...

But before he was lost for a few minutes, An Rao suddenly discovered that his voting slip was climbing up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ticket gap with No.1 Lin Jingxi is also slowly decreasing.

360 million—300 million—270 million—[-] million.

An Rao clenched his phone tightly, not knowing what happened. He wondered if the other party swiped the ticket for him. After all, if the swiping ticket was found out, he would immediately lose the qualification to participate.

Lin Jingxi's fans also started to go crazy:

[Fuck!Swipe your ticket! This is, it's rising too fast! 】

[Stop swiping, don't swiping!It wasn't you who found out the embarrassment. 】

[Isn’t it good to save this money and go to Nepal? 】

An Rao hurriedly got out of bed and turned on the computer, looking for an easy-to-use checking software on the Internet.

"Buzz—" the phone vibrated.

An Rao hurriedly took the phone, seeing that someone had sent him a VX, he opened the VX while downloading the checking software.

It was from Yin Xueya.

【hug!I was crying so hard that the sky was dark, I begged for comfort, Mr. An (tuanzi cried loudly)]

An Rao didn't know, so he asked, "Teacher An?"

Yin Xueya: [No way, no way, Mr. An's village is not connected to the Internet yet? (Tuanzi is shocked)]

An Rao was even more confused, is Yin Xueya okay, does she know what she is talking about?

Yin Xueya: "Teacher An, hurry up and check out the recommendations on the homepage of Weibo!!"

An Rao immediately opened Weibo and was stunned.

Why does the person hugged and kissed by a group of children on the screen look so much like me?

There is also a line of big characters below:

[Mr. An, thank you for having you. 】

An Rao finally understood that it was the video clips of him participating in teaching support that were cut out.

I have to say that Li VJ is really a hexagonal fighter, with this hand speed.

Entering the homepage of Weibo, there is a cover picture in the horizontal section at the top, which is the picture of An Rao taking the children to participate in the ball game, he was surrounded by children and kissed each other.

There is a small playback logo in the middle, click on it to watch it.

The video is one and a half hours long and starts at one o'clock. The mountains in the early morning are shrouded in smoke, and the birds land on the branches and gently comb their feathers.

Then, An Rao's face appeared on the screen.

Li VJ is very good at catching the camera. The slightly dark background of the back mountain sets off his face like falling snow. The small hook line pen dipped in thick ink outlines the long and slender eyelashes, and with the blue smoke of the mountain stream, the bullet screen instantly Floats by:

【What a nice view! 】

[It's an elf in the mountains! 】

【Forgive me I love you to death!Crazy! 】

Looking at the barrage, An Rao burst out laughing.

When the video played to the part where Wu Xiaojun was reading the composition, the camera focused on An Rao's face and zoomed in.

He persuaded the group of lost lambs in the audience with a gentle tone. When the students shouted at Wu Xiaojun that the composition was well written, the barrage crowded the screen to the brim:

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. 】

[Teacher An is really a god, Xiaojun, you have to work hard!I will repay Teacher An in the future! 】

[We live in Bengbu, and Teacher An also taught us a very educational lesson. 】

An Rao worked every day from dawn to dusk to make up lessons for Li Mingming, took care of his sister, took him to sell bean sprouts, and taught him English and mathematics. The eyes of the audience in front of the screen were dizzy.

They feel that An Rao has no trace of acting, just like an ordinary teacher, dedicating all his enthusiasm and love to the students, even if these students are against him at first.

【Having a good teacher is really important, he will change your life. 】

[The bean sprouts seller is really crying to death, Li Mingming is so pitiful, these children are so pitiful. 】

[Stop talking, I beg for a donation channel. 】

Wu Xiaojun was kicked off by the opponent's player, and unwillingly shouted that he could still play.

Amid the shouts of "abstain", the little boy appeared on the bench with his sister in his arms, bravely braved the storm, and finally stepped into the gentle sunset.

The principal yelled "Li Mingming scored a goal" at the top of his voice, and the audience was in front of the screen!

All rise!Raise your arms and shout!

As excited as seeing their own national football team win the World Cup, they crazily output in the barrage:

[Obviously too sensible!Never forget your sister, obviously you must study hard! 】

[Obviously into the national team!Take our national football team to the World Cup! 】

【Rao Rao saved them and led them out of the darkness, woo woo woo. 】

[I'm crying to death, this film is so well shot!Obviously this child will definitely make great achievements in the future. 】

In the end, the children chased the car and ran all the way, crossing the muddy mountain road with difficulty and running from the darkness.

The bandaged little boy cried and said how he would live without Teacher An, and the taciturn Li Mingming slapped the car window and told the teacher loudly that he wanted to continue studying and playing football.

Everything in the camera, 32 message cards are neatly placed in the classroom, full of sincere and warm love.

Finally, the camera zoomed in slowly, illuminating the poem on the blackboard and the distance.

The camera went dark, a line of white characters slowly emerged, and the deep and elegant voice of the narrator led the audience to a climax again:

"Life is a practice, and everyone is moving forward with a heavy load."

"Look at the time to dye the blue silk; the years taste the lonely wilderness, and the first dream welcomes the youth back."

[I hate that I was born at the wrong time, there is no such teacher in my student life. 】

[I have been teaching for 16 years, and sometimes I am really tired, but this video rekindled my passion and reminded me of the school motto when I was studying in the normal school: learn from high to be a teacher, and be a model! 】

【Rao Rao, change career and become a teacher. Let me know which school to go to and I will make arrangements for my son in advance. 】

[I'm afraid I won't be able to recover for a week, why did you let me see this video TT]

【It's so sad, I hope this young man can hug these children and kiss them again one day. 】

[Donation channel! !hurry up! ! 】

[Thank you for your love for our baby Rao Rao. He is currently participating in the selection of a variety show. He really wants to go to Nepal. Can everyone help him realize his dream? 】

[Voted! 】

[I posted it on Moments, a large number of people will be here soon! 】

Many people who are not in the social circle actually don't know An Rao. This video aroused their strong thirst for knowledge, and they immediately went to all the programs he participated in, and were once again impressed by his excellent survival skills in the wild.

The circle of friends turned upside down, all of them were "An Lian, forgive this artist! It's not a loss if you invest in shares!"

Who would have imagined that a few months ago, this boy whom they regarded as a treasure was besieged crazily because of an indecent video on Weibo, like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouted and beat him.

Today, not only has everyone's approval, An Rao has also been crazy @ by various charities, hoping that he can be their image ambassador.

That night, Tugouba Hope Primary School received generous help from people from all walks of life, with a total donation of 78 yuan.

An Rao's voting slip finally managed to overtake Lin Jingxi at ten o'clock, throwing out more than 30 votes from him.

Weibo has gained 300 million fans, which can be said to be a treatment that no star has ever had.

An Rao faced the screen and smiled softly: "Thank you Xiaojun, thank you Mingming, thank you children, the teacher can go to Nepal now."

Chu Guannan was sitting down watching TV when he heard the phone vibrate constantly.

He clicked on the screen and looked at 99+ under Weibo. As soon as he opened it, countless @swept.

[@楚观南: What kind of luck are you getting married to Rao Rao, you picked up a treasure! 】

[@楚观南: Be sure to forgive us, if I know you bully him, I will bite you to death! (`Д')]

[@楚观南: Hahaha your wife is going to spend her honeymoon with Xu Renyu in Nepal, so why don’t you go to bed and learn a lesson. 】

It took Chu Guannan nearly an hour to read all the @ one by one, and the number is still increasing.

Only then did he realize that he clicked on the Weibo homepage.

That beautiful face came into view instantly.

My heart suddenly jumped.

The hour hand made a circle around the dial, pointing to 11, and the minute hand was beating rapidly, falling behind 55.

An Rao turned on Weibo to vote again, feeling as if he was on a plane and soaring in the sky. He couldn't stop wanting to see for himself what the air ticket to Nepal looks like.

It's just that when he glanced at the vote, his body, which was leaning comfortably on the head of the bed, suddenly sat up slowly.

What's up with this vote...

The golden crown on his head turned silver, and his ranking dropped from first to second, and his votes were... more than 50 less than Lin Jingxi's.

An Rao thought he was wrong, so he rubbed his eyes and looked again, but the result was the same.

Lin Jingxi skyrocketed more than 80 votes in half an hour?Increased the growth rate of the previous week?

The black powder is beaming:

[Laughing to death, stayed in Dashangou for a month, but still lost to our Xibao. 】

[Hahaha, you have been surpassed again, are you angry?If you are angry, you will crawl on Director Liu's bed, crying and begging him to change the number of votes for you. 】

An Rao told himself to be calm.

He ran to Lin Jingxi's Weibo and looked at it. It was still the "Award Acceptance Speech" he posted just now, and there were no new videos, songs, or idol dramas.

He ran to the Weibo search page and entered the three words "Lin Jingxi". The first one that came out was a variety show posting by Lin Jingxi's fans, with only a few hundred comments and likes.

Isn't this strange? There were nearly a million more votes for no reason. An Rao didn't have pink eyes, but he just thought it was a fantasy.

An Rao thought about it carefully, if Lin Jingxi used software to swipe tickets, he would not be ignorant of the consequences of being caught swipe tickets, so he would not have taken the risk rashly.

But there are less than 5 minutes left before the voting deadline, even if it is too late.

As soon as the time came, program officer V immediately counted the voting results, and posted on Weibo at twelve o'clock:

[Voting ends!Your favorite group cp is out!After a month of competition, congratulations to our Lin Jingxi x Shen Yi team for being voted first!As the audience's favorite wilderness survival cp, we will immediately contact the two to give away our 30 yuan cash prize and air tickets for a seven-day trip to Nepal!Congratulations! 】

[Congratulations to Shen Lin and his wife!The popularity of Xibao is obvious to all! 】

[Scared me to death (patted chest), I was almost overtaken by An Rao and the others, Xi Zai fights for mom, you will always be the best! 】

[An Rao came out to give a speech about losing the award? 】

For a while, these fans were not in a hurry to go to @我们家正主 to express their congratulations, but they even went to An Rao’s Weibo @ He asked him to express his acceptance speech for losing the award.

[@徐仁宇[email protected] An Rao: Does your face hurt, both of you? 】

[Really think that we can step on Jingxi if we gain some fans by relying on public welfare scripts?Who doesn't know that it's an act, and those who believe it are fools. 】

[I don’t know why the barrage is always talking about crying. Damn it’s so hypocritical, I’m so embarrassed that I’m digging my toes, but the acting skills of the young actors are pretty good. 】

An Rao watched the series of unsightly taunts and even curses, he clenched his phone tightly, his clear pupils gradually dimmed——

The author says:

Everyone's comments have been read, and some unreasonable places will be rewritten in the later revision.But I can’t change it now, too many changes are easy to be locked, I was already on the review blacklist T_T;

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