The fake young master became popular after being banned

It seems that there is nothing to say.

The two were silent for a long time, Lu Jingyan sent a [sleepy] expression: I'll squint for a while, I'll talk about something tomorrow.

Guan even replied "Good night", threw the phone aside, picked up the drawing board and pencil, and drew the initial elements in his mind.

This night, Guan Zhen accidentally drew all night, and drew a total of three versions of the design draft.

He couldn't make up his mind, so he simply sent all three first drafts to Lu Jingyan's WeChat, asking for questions: Brother Yan, I drew three first drafts last night, see if you like it, if not, I will redraw it.

Lu Jingyan replied in seconds: The first one is not bad, and I also bought the remaining two design drafts.

Guan Shen asked: Why do you buy scrap manuscripts?

[Lu Jingyan: It's not a waste draft, you can make two sets of clothes for me according to these two design drafts, and the price is up to you. 】

[Guan Zhen: Are you serious? 】

[Lu Jingyan: Yes. 】

[Guan Shen: Then I will make these two sets for you by myself. If there are a lot of team uniforms, I can only go to the factory with the blueprints to make them. 】

【Lu Jingyan: I'll just find someone to make the team uniforms. I'm sorry for the trouble for my two sets of clothes. 】

So sloppy!

Before Guan even finished typing the sentence "Don't change the design drawings again", Lu Jingyan suddenly sent a voice message: "How long will it take you to make these two sets of clothes?"

Guan Zhenhui: "The fabric and paint I bought before are enough to make two sets of clothes. If there is no accident, it can be done in two or three days."

Lu Jingyan replied: "It's too late, I have to go back to my country on Saturday, and I will settle in the country in the future, do you want to go back with me?"

Guan was very silent.

He was planning to go back to China, but he didn't want to go back so soon.

And he didn't think about whether to go back this time just to participate in a competition, or to return to China to settle permanently.

If he is going back to China for development, then the things in his house have to be sent back in advance, and then the suite will be returned.

If you are only participating in a competition, this house should be kept. It is too difficult to find a house in the Huacheng section with good security and low rent.

Thinking of his own future, Guan Zhen was a little confused.

He long pressed the phone to turn on the recording function: "Brother Yan, you go back first, I haven't decided when to go back yet."

Lu Jingyan: "You won't dove on me then, will you?"

Guan Zhen: "No!"

Lu Jingyan: "I don't believe the verbal promise. The day after tomorrow, I'll go get you clothes, and I'll sign the competition contract for you, so you won't regret it."

Guan Zhen: "Okay."

Lu Jingyan asked, "When is the live broadcast?"

Guan Zhen: "I asked for leave yesterday, today I won't broadcast live, I will make clothes for you."

Lu Jingyan: "Oh, that's fine."

Guan Zhen: "..."

It always feels weird.

Ending the conversation, Guan Zhen put down his phone and took out the cloth from the cabinet.

Guan Shi is a person who strives for excellence, in order to make two sets of clothes for Lu Jingyan, he stayed behind closed doors for three days and ate instant noodles for three meals a day.

Except for the day when I asked for leave, the live broadcasts for the next two days were all dropped.

On the third day, he finally got the two sets of clothes out. He ironed the clothes and hung them on the balcony to let the air out.

Back in the house, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Lu Jingyan: Brother Yan, the clothes are ready, when will you come and get them?

【Lu Jingyan: It's past noon, and I'll have lunch at your house by the way. 】

Guan Shen yawned and lazily replied: I'm going to order pizza for lunch instead of cooking.

In the past two and a half days, he hasn't slept for 8 hours in total, and he is so sleepy. Now he can't wait to lie down and sleep for three days and three nights, so he doesn't have the energy to cook.

【Lu Jingyan: You ordered the big pizza, I'll eat it with you in the past. 】

[Guan Zhen: Good. 】

There are still two hours before lunch time, Guan Zhen hesitated for a moment, put on the dog mask on the computer table, and turned on the computer.

He decided not to sleep, and to make up the live broadcast for the fans.

People came in one after another in the live broadcast room.

[Son of a dog, you actually dove three live broadcasts in a row, that's too much! 】

[I thought you were banned again, but luckily you are still there! 】

[Dog son, did something happen again? 】

"No." Guan Zhen opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was a little dry and hoarse, "I took on a private job and had to catch up with the work for three days, so I was too busy to start the broadcast."

[Then why don't you tell everyone on Weibo?It made everyone feel anxious. 】

[That's right, it's too much, quickly sing a song to make amends. 】

Guan Zhen rubbed his dry and astringent throat, tried to pronounce, but still felt uncomfortable, so he had to decline: "I can't open my throat, I won't sing today, why don't I dance for everyone."

He clicked on a song at random, got up and took a few steps back, making sure that his whole body appeared in the camera before stopping.

[Wow, Gouzi is going to dance again! 】

[The music is so loud, I recorded the screen! 】

【Is this krump music? 】

That's right, this is a piece of krump music. Guan Zhen stood motionless for half a minute before walking back to the computer.

"Sorry, I can't dance krump right now, I'm a little dizzy." He picked up the water glass on the table, wanting to drink some water, when his eyes suddenly went dark, and the water glass slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Broken.

Guan Zhen supported the corner of the table with both hands, sat down slowly, and took a long time to recover.

[What happened to the dog son? ? ? 】

【Hypoglycemia? 】

[It looks like it's uncomfortable! 】

[Gouzi, go and rest! 】

"It should be hypoglycemia. It's okay. I'll go find some candy." Guan Zhen stood up, walked around the glass shards on the ground, and walked into the kitchen.

There is no candy in the house, only coffee mate white fondant.

Guan even swallowed two, put on the dog mask and walked back to the computer, the phone on the table was vibrating.

Caller ID: Lu Jingyan

Guan even answered the phone: "Hello?"

-"Physical discomfort?"

The voice from the mobile phone was low and magnetic, and Guan Zhen couldn't help but squeeze the phone tightly, holding his breath and said: "It's just hypoglycemia, just take a rest and you'll be fine."

– "I'm going out now, bring you breakfast, wait for me."

"No need," Guan Zhen refused, and was hung up with a beep.

He stared blankly at the black screen of the phone, unable to react for a moment.

[Gouzi, why don't you go to the hospital, don't hold back. 】

[So distressed, son, is there no one else in your family? 】

[Ahhh, worrying, son of a bitch, don't hold on, if you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital immediately! 】

"Going to the hospital abroad is not as convenient as it is in China. If you don't go, it's just a small problem." Guan helped the dog's mask uncomfortable, "It can't be done, I'll take it off first."

He held the mouse, his hands were shaking badly because of hypoglycemia, and he finally pressed the "Turn off live broadcast" button. After pressing it, he got up and walked to his bed.

Didn't notice, he didn't press it successfully.

He took off the dog-head mask when he walked to the bed, threw it on the bedside table, and then lay lazily on the bed.

Fortunately, the live broadcast camera can't shoot this side.

【Does the dog think that he has successfully turned off the live broadcast? 】

[Looking at his stupid look, I guess so. 】

【Is the dog okay?I'm so worried...]

In the live broadcast room, the songs of Guan Shi music software are played sequentially, all of which are freestyle music he has collected over the years, with different styles, and none of them are repeated.

When the ninth piece was played, the doorbell rang.

After seven or eight beeps, Guan Shi got up and dragged his heavy body to open the door.