In the evening, Huo Ran took two bottles of soda, came down from upstairs, and bumped into Zhou Zhuanyue, who was sitting by the window, drowsy.

The sound of opening the bottle of sparkling water came from the empty living room, Zhou Shuyue woke up from the thirsty desert in her dream, raised her eyes, and suddenly, saw Huo Ran standing there holding sparkling water, her eyes were no longer hazy, and she immediately became clear.

"The Arctic Ocean?"

Huo Ran was also very interested, and threw one of the bottles to her, Zhou Xuanyue was already thirsty to death, so she immediately opened the hijab and sent it to her mouth.

The Arctic Ocean is like Sprite and orange juice, just like Zhou Junyue's favorite spicy strip in junior high school - beef ramen, although its appearance is not good, but there is a mystery inside, in the commissary of No. 1 Middle School, as long as it arrives, it will inevitably be robbed.

"Why do you like to drink the Arctic Ocean so much, half of the refrigerator is the Arctic Ocean, the commissary of No. 1 Middle School, you don't buy less." Zhou Xuanyue said casually.

Huo Ran's eyes flashed slightly, and he said matter-of-factly: "At that time, I was poor and couldn't afford to sell it, so others bought it for me to drink." ”

Zhou Xuanyue only thought he was joking, and also joked with him, "The person who bought it for you to drink must be a great good person, and he actually invited you to drink the Arctic Ocean." ”

After all, in the Arctic Ocean at that time, a piece of five-day bottles, except for poor students, should be affordable for everyone.

Huo Ran's eyes lowered slightly, glanced at the Arctic Ocean, then looked at Zhou Wanyue, and chuckled: "Yes, he is a good person." ”

Zhou Xuanyue inexplicably felt that Huo Ran's eyes were very strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange, and always felt that he was saying this to herself.

"Are you done with it?"

"Why are you such a picky eater, how did you survive in No. 1 Middle School when you used to be in high school."

Huo Ran, this person, doesn't know what to do, even if he has a lot of cleanliness, he is still a picky eater, he doesn't eat this, he doesn't eat that and he doesn't eat, I don't know how to survive in Mingzhou No. 1 Middle School, after all, the Chinese food in Mingzhou No. 1 Middle School is notoriously unpalatable, and it is expensive, and it is comparable to an aristocratic high school.

"Rice with mustard, plus a bowl of soup in the cafeteria." Huo Ran said very casually, Zhou Xuanyue's eyes widened, and he only felt that he was teasing himself, leaving only one sentence, "You'd better be." ”

I continued to carry it again.

"Your favorite spicy strip is beef ramen."

"My favorite dish is beef curry."

"The most hated food is celery?"

……

After a night of hard work, Zhou Shuyue finally had a big difference in her back, and she should be able to face all kinds of emergencies. This self-confidence lasted until she entered the studio.

This is probably a page of the exam syllabus, and the exam questions are tens of thousands of miles out of the syllabus.

This show is an interview, focusing on interviewing couples in the entertainment industry, and the interview angles in each issue are different, some are quick questions and quick answers, and some tell about the love process of the two, and the problem encountered by Zhou Shuyue was to call Huo Ran and ask him to tell his hobbies and habits.

This caught Zhou Wanyue off guard, blaming Huo Ran, only letting her prepare, now it's time to show her stuffing. After all, it was a live broadcast, and Zhou Xuanyue couldn't say anything, so under the host's eager gaze, she dialed Huo Ran's phone.

This show is regarded as the trump card program of Tomato Channel, and because it is Zhou Zhuanyue who is on the show, there are more viewers, and the audience in the live broadcast room heard that it was Huo Ran who called, and they became more and more excited, and they all stayed in the live broadcast room, and the number of live viewers suddenly exceeded the million mark.