Chen Bosheng slowly lowered his eyelashes and stared nonchalantly.

After ringing for about two or three seconds, he stretched out his hand and hung up the phone decisively.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Jian Jia was holding a toothbrush, and she was still a little drunk and unconscious, so she asked, "Senior brother, did anyone call me?" He seemed to hear the phone ringing.

After a while, Chen Bosheng said: "No." ”

Chapter 12: Live Streaming

When Jian Jia woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Because of the glass of honey water last night, the brain, which was supposed to be painful after a hangover, woke up with only a little dizziness. Jian Jia sat quietly on the bed for a while before regaining her spirit.

Then the first thing I did was to jerk open the pillow and find the phone pressed under the pillow.

Jian Jia hurriedly flipped out all of her social software and read it all, and there was no superfluous news. It's okay, it's okay, I didn't talk nonsense on social software after getting drunk.

Jian Jia's alcohol consumption is too bad, and his behavior is not under his control after drinking too much.

He used to drink too much and make 20 phone calls to an unfamiliar number, and after he woke up, he was embarrassed to jump off the building and commit suicide.

Jian Jia flipped through WeChat again, and did not find someone to chat with in the middle of the night.

Only the call log contained a missed call from Chen Li, and he lowered his eyelashes, and some fragments flashed in his mind. It was the open-air corridor of the bar, Chen Li extinguished the cigarette and lowered his head to kiss the fragmented memory.

Fingertips linger on the callback of the call record for a few seconds.

Jian Jia deleted the record, and she didn't plan to dial it back to explain why she didn't answer the phone.

However, did he drink the broken tablets?

Why didn't I have the impression of hanging up Chen Li's phone at all?

Jian Jia crossed her legs on the bed and fell into deep thought, as if trying to recall something.

Until the WeChat "buzz" vibrated and interrupted Jian Jia's train of thought, it was a message from Chen Bosheng.

The ID is still conspicuous to the death of "Huashan pineapple blowing snow".

[Are you awake?] ]

Jian Jia replied: [Wake up, senior brother.] ]

After thinking about it, he added: [Thank you for sending me back to the dormitory last night (well-behaved .jpg)]

[Hmm.] ]

[Senior brother.] Jian Jia hesitated: [I didn't do anything strange to you last night, did I?] ]

[Nope.] ]

Jian Jia breathed a sigh of relief, but the other party said unceremoniously: [What's wrong, I think it's a pity?] ]

Jian Jia: ?

I don't regret it.

Thinking that this great god is the kind of narcissistic madman who can say, "You have a good eye, but I have a better eye", Jian Jia suddenly adapted to his wild chat style.

[No, I'm just a little bit broken]

Jian Jia knocked and couldn't help but ask: [Senior brother, do you remember if I hung up anyone's phone yesterday?] ]

[Your phone?] Chen Bosheng replied in seconds.

[Uh-huh.] ]

[Oh, no.] Huashan pineapple blowing snow said: [I didn't pay attention to where you put your phone.] ]

Jian Jia sighed, it seemed that she really hung up Chen Li's phone unconsciously.

He sent a universal meme of Melody sending flowers, ready to end the chat. As a result, the emoji has not been sent out, and Chen Bosheng's message has come again: [Do you have a headache?] ]

Jian Jia replied by typing in the chat box.

Another message came from the other party: [Is it convenient for voice?] ]

Jian Jia deleted the typed message, thinking that there was no need for a voice. Does the great god have anything important to tell him?

Chen Bosheng's news is here again: [It's inconvenient for me to type. ]

With a hint of solicitation: [Okay?] ]

Jian Jia accepted his fate: [Yes, senior brother.] ]

Anyway, he was the only one in the dormitory, and even if he was on the phone, he wouldn't make a noise.

"It's better." Chen Bosheng's voice came from the other end of the phone, with his unique cold feeling.

"It's much better, thank you for the honey water yesterday. I didn't have much of a headache when I felt it. ”

"Hmm. You just got up? ”

"Ready to wash." Jian Jia walked to the bathroom top-heavy, and her voice was a little slimy when she got up.

"Going out?"

"Don't go out, draw in the dormitory today." He put his phone on the sink, turned on the faucet and prepared to rinse his mouth: "Can you still hear me, senior brother?" ”

"Hmm."

Chen Bosheng's chat has no purpose, just a chat without a match.

I have to say that although Chen Bosheng sometimes speaks very poorly, his mouth is very poisonous. But when he really wants to have a good chat with someone, you will find that he is very measured and topical, knows almost everything, and will not let any of his words fall short.

Completely within the comfort zone of Jian Jia's chat.

Moreover, he was talking about the paintings that Jian Jia was most interested in.

Jian Jia didn't even notice how long it had been, and was being amused by Chen Bosheng's particularly funny complaint. When he pushed the door open, Yang Junming was already in the dormitory.

Seeing that Jian Jia was on the phone, he said hello silently.

Jian Jia nodded and went to the balcony to collect her clothes. When I took the clothes pole, I subconsciously put my phone to my ear and chatted while collecting it.

Yang Junming glanced at the balcony inexplicably.

When he came back, Jian Jia had already hung up the voice, and Yang Junming asked, "Cao'er, call your girlfriend?" ”

Jian Jia was stunned: "No." ”

"You come less! Isn't there a situation?! Yang Junming slammed Jian Jia's neck: "Good guy, it's not your girlfriend, you are reluctant to hang up the phone to dry your clothes?" Rinse your mouth and still have your voice on? Your brother and I'm from here, understand? I didn't think you liked this clingy type, brother. ”

"Not really, brother." Jian Jia was helpless, and hung the name of "sticky girlfriend" and Chen Bosheng together, which made Jian Jia have goosebumps.

"I haven't worked yet, what girl is willing to fall in love with me, a poor boy?" Jian Jia teased herself.

There are very few people who know about his sexual orientation.

Jian Jia didn't bother to explain this, so she simply continued with Yang Junming's misunderstanding.

"With your face, you still lack a girl!" Yang Junming complained: "Cao'er, excessive modesty is narcissism." ”

Jian Jia laughed and winked at Yang Junming: "Then what should I do, why don't you talk to me about wrongdoing?" ”

Yang Junming was stunned for a moment, and then covered his heart: "Fuck, don't foul!" I'm already a family man! ”

To be honest, Yang Junming thinks that he is already a straight man who can't be straighter.

But in the face of Jian Jia's rogue behavior, even if he knew that Jian Jia was a boy, his heart "thumped" twice because of his too dazzling appearance.

Fortunately, Jian Jia is a boy.

If he is a woman, it is estimated that the rich second generation who chases him can really go from Yunying to France.

But after thinking about it, if Jian Jia is a girl, it should be the kind of recognized goddess who wears a white dress with a long black length, or the invincible white moonlight type that lives in every man's youth in the legend.

Thinking of a goddess of this level falling in love with herself, Yang Junming was so beautiful that he still had a little heart fluttering, and he couldn't help it: "Actually, it's not impossible?" ”

"I'm sorry, I can't." Jian Jia complained.

"That's right." Yang Junming was completely self-aware, and said with emotion: "If you are a woman, it is estimated that only a man like Chen Bosheng can soak you." ”

Jian Jia didn't have any idea about his unrealistic fantasies, so he walked to Yang Junming's position and took away his soaking speaker: "Lend me this today." ”

"You're going to start a live broadcast?" Yang Junming asked.

Jian Jia signed a contract with a well-known live broadcast website in China, which is not a secret in the dormitory.

The website is called Shengshi TV, a comprehensive app of short video and barrage live broadcast under Shengjia. The live streaming sector is particularly famous, and the most popular of them is game live streaming.

Rodya is the contracted anchor of Shengshi, with millions of fans, belonging to the TOP level of the game area, and there are so many girlfriend fans that they are crawling everywhere. I heard Yang Junming brag about it, saying that when Rodya first started broadcasting, there were game teams that invited him to play professional matches.

Jian Jia is in the painting area of Shengshi TV,It's relatively unpopular compared to the live game broadcast,After all, there's nothing to see in live painting.,And he doesn't show his face.。

"Hmm. Today, there is a live event with microphones, which can rub off a little heat. Jian Jia connected the soaked water speaker to his computer.

Lianmai live broadcast is to broadcast live with other anchors.

If you are lucky, you can connect with the kind of big anchor with millions of fans, and you can make a small profit.

Yang Junming knew that this kind of activity could make money, and Jian Jia was willing to do it.

has been a college roommate for four years, and the part-time jobs he knows Jian Jia have done are no less than: game playing, coffee shop clerk, BM cashier, art teacher, manuscript pickup, live broadcast...... A whole part-time job maniac.

In fact, he felt that Jian Jia received a lot of manuscripts a month, at least five or six thousand for a picture, but he always looked like he was short of money all the time.

I haven't seen him buy any luxury goods, and I really don't know where he used all that money.

Yang Junming put on headphones and climbed to the top bunk: "Cao'er, you can return the speaker after a while, my R dad will also start broadcasting today, and I will go to watch him play games." ”

“OK。”

Jian Jia put on headphones, boarded her Weibo with ease, and posted a preview of the live broadcast.

Weibo with more than 300,000 fans is like a decoration, and after five minutes, I like to mention the big eyes and limit the current, and the number of readings: 5.

Yes.

He resigned himself to deleting this Weibo and preparing to add a separate number to post it again.

A live broadcast link of Rodya was refreshed on the homepage, and the comments and retweets have exceeded 10,000, and the blog was posted ten minutes ago.