"Did you hear that? There's an extreme challenge tonight! ”

"Cut, isn't it just a group of faggets making ambiguities, what's so good-looking, I'll see when Zhang Alien exits the limit."

"You don't know, this issue of Dream Brother Song Jun is one of the guests, and the other guest is Su University's school flower, An's group's daughter An Rushi, 100% pure and white and rich beauty, are you sure you don't want to watch it?"

"Damn, how did Song Jun run to the limit, this guy is so interesting, he must be excited, what time is it tonight, I want to carefully look at Brother Dream's demeanor."

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"Extreme Zhuxian special? Is it for Zhu Xian to do publicity? ”

"Yes, tomorrow Zhuxian will premiere on Jiangsu and Zhejiang Satellite TV, so the extreme challenge will broadcast the limit to advertise for Zhuxian at half past eleven tonight, and the invited guests are all the protagonists of Zhuxian!"

"Could it be the Zhuxian TV series directed by Yu Zhenchao? That eye must be blind, don't look! ”

"No, it's the anime version of Zhu Xian, haven't you seen the promotional video before? At that time, you praised the short film for doing a good job! ”

"Yunjun's company? Isn't Yun Jun busy updating Dou Po now? Zhu Xian came out so soon? Moreover, how can anime have a live-action protagonist? ”

"It's lonely and unheard.,The realism of the characters in the anime of Zhu Xian has reached more than 90%,The male and female protagonists are participating in the extreme reality show as guests.,I've seen the trailer.,Song Jun is really handsome.,It's exactly the same as Zhang Xiaofan in the anime."

"So mysterious? Then I'll take a look at the trailer first, and send the link, so as not to fall into the pit completely........."

A few minutes later.

"I'll go, I look really good, and this pure Baguio girl is also a welfare!"

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"You're talking about the Kick Quartet. Punching Su Da Colonel, the counterattack of the reporters of the tongue battle group represents Song Jun, who is known as the violent male god? This guy is also the founder of Yunjun Company? Interesting, I'm going to see it tonight! ”

"This guy is simply a restless master, he never plays cards according to common sense, and I don't know what kind of performance he will perform at the limit."

"Haha, it would be nice to fight with a certain extreme member."

"Dream on. Even if you hit, the director will definitely cut it, don't dream! ”

"This is a wonderful person......"

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"What? That violent guy is going to take part in the Extreme? My alien won't be beaten, right? The director's brain was kicked by a donkey, and a hooligan was also invited to be a guest. ”

"I mean, are you really one of our alien meals? Didn't watch the previous Extreme trailer? ”

"Huh? I just got back from school and don't have time to look at it, what's going on? ”

"Song Jun has a good relationship with my alien in the show, and he also fed us aliens to eat rice noodles, he looks old and handsome, I decided. As long as he doesn't embarrass the alien in the future shows, I'll be a fan of him. ”

"You're so undetermined, I can't get used to that violent guy!"

"Others are still very good, if you take a closer look at what he has done before, there is a reason for beating people, and he is not as simple as a voice actor, he is still the chairman of Yunjun Company, and he has always been very low-key. It only broke out recently. ”

"Yunjun? Could it be ......?"

Conversations like this arise between various netizens. Before the extreme was broadcast, more and more people began to pay attention to Song Junlai, and in the hours before the extreme challenge was broadcast, Song Jun's popularity began to soar further.

Eight o'clock in the evening, Song Village.

Song Jun, Song father, Song Xiaoyue, a family of three is setting up an incense stand on the roof. Prepare for the worship of the moon god.

"The style of painting is wrong, how can there be an evil feeling of setting up a conjuring spirit in a supernatural novel?" Song Xiaoyue whispered to Song Jun, her legs sitting cross-legged on the bamboo mat in front of the incense table, supporting her chin with one hand and holding a half-bitten apple in the other. Looking at the flickering candle flames, and looking up at the bright moon in the sky, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

"You haven't said anything good about this mouth, if mom is here, I'm going to knock your head again!" Song Jun reprimanded in a low voice while peeling the grapefruit. His hands are very strong, peeling the skin of a grapefruit is like peeling an orange, and compared with Dad Song, the speed is more than a step faster.

Seeing this, Dad Song simply handed him the half-peeled grapefruit in his hand, and then fiddled with some sacrificial objects on the table.

"Hee-hee, Mom isn't here!" Song Xiaoyue smiled shamelessly, and then her tone was a little wistful: "I didn't expect that I was already going to be an aunt at such a young age, I don't know what my little nephew looks like." As he spoke, he pinched Song Jun again, blaming him for not taking a photo of his nephew.

Song Jun shrugged his shoulders, peeled the three grapefruits, placed them on the incense table, and then inserted three sticks of incense in the center of each grapefruit, and then stood up.

"Satsuki, get up and worship God!" After pouring a third of the wine glass in front of the incense burner, Dad Song shouted, lit a large handful of paper money in an iron basin, and stood up with Song Jun.

Song Xiaoyue hurriedly put the uneaten apples on the bamboo mat, sloppily wiped her hands on her pants, and then stood on the other side of Song's father upright.

Dad Song's face was serious, and he said the first wish with words in his mouth, and then spread out his hands, palms down, and bowed down according to the ritual, and on the left and right sides, Song Jun and the two siblings also did the same.

There are a total of three kneeling bows, each time he kneels, Song Dad will say his wishes in a vague tone, Song Jun and Song Xiaoyue can't hear it very clearly, but they can roughly hear that he is praying for a smooth year in the coming year, Song Jun will find a girlfriend early, and Song Xiaoyue will be admitted to a good university or something.

After worshipping God, Song's father lit a cigarette, sat on the bamboo mat, talked to his two children, talked about the passage of time, recalled his lost youth, and conveyed life insights to his children.

"It's not as good as before, originally this moon worship didn't have to be so formal, but this year, Xiaojun's novel sold a lot of money, this is all God's favor, don't worship it, otherwise the wealth will not last long!"

"I know you young people don't believe in ghosts and gods or anything like that, but people are unpredictable, and everyone should have a god in their hearts that they fear. Without the awe, it's easy to do something out of the ordinary, just like Uncle Tiedan, who used to live in the village......"

Father Song's deep and deep voice sounded on the wide rooftop, and Song Jun and Song Xiaoyue sat on his left and right sides, listening carefully.

On a quiet night and a bright moon, the whole Song Village was peaceful, and occasionally there would be a few dog barks, which was caused by the children in the village who went to the Internet café in the town to surf the Internet together after worshipping the gods, and alarmed a few pastoral dogs.

After listening to Song's father's education, Song Jun ate a moon cake, stood on the edge of the roof of the building and stood by the railing, looking at the pond in the village, and found that there were no lanterns made by the children with grapefruit peel on the water, and some were just reflecting the moon.

The brick factory three miles away in the village has been abandoned in the early years because of too much pollution, and there is no longer a circus to perform like when I was a child, so the lively scene of adults and children carrying stools to watch the play in the village no longer exists. In addition to watching TV at home, it seems that the only entertainment activity that children in the village can have is to go to the town's Internet café to play games.

At this time, Song's father was watching the Mid-Autumn Festival party on the first floor, and Song Xiaoyue estimated that he was tinkering with his ghost animal video in the room on the second floor.

After looking at the time, it was already half past nine, and the bored Song Jun went downstairs and nested into the room.

Whether it is a high school classmate who is familiar with Song Jun or not, he has more or less learned about his current scenery through the Internet, so the blessing text messages received on his mobile phone tonight are far more than before, and there are more than ten missed calls.

Song Jun didn't want others to say that he was rich and forgot his friends, so he patiently replied to the blessing text messages one by one, then turned off his mobile phone, logged in to the scarf with the computer, and sent a scarf:

"I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, please pay attention to #Extreme Challenge Zhuxian Special#, tonight at half past eleven, I will see you and you!"

This can be regarded as promoting the limit, after all, today's Song Jun bib fans have broken six million, and he is also a big bib, there is no reason not to advertise the limit in his bib like Sun Honglei and them.

"Seeing Brother Dream's blessings, I can finally eat moon cakes with peace of mind, I wish Brother Dream a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will support tonight's extreme challenge even if I hang up."

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival +1"

"Although I have to go to school tomorrow, I have to watch it for the sake of my dream brother."

"Have fun!"

"Brother Dream, you give me a spoiler, did you beat anyone in this issue, I won't watch it without me."

"Don't send photos, bad reviews! But I still wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! ”

……

In just ten minutes after the scarf was issued, it had already been commented on more than 1,000 times, and the screen was full of "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival", occasionally mixed with a few Internet jokes and a few pieces of spit spit out by trolls, but they were all brushed down by enthusiastic fans with the words Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, which can be described as extremely popular.

At 11:20 p.m., just when Song Jun was hesitating whether to stick to the habit of not staying up late, someone kicked the door of the room open.

"Hahaha, brother, let's go downstairs to see the extreme challenge!" Song Xiaoyue crossed her waist with her hands and smiled at Song Jun, who turned his head with a stunned face. (To be continued......)