Zhang Qiao sat next to Song Qiyue and hit her with her elbow: "Tell me about it, give me some management, and ban all these goubs!"

Song Qiyue looked up and said "you", and immediately changed her words: "Brother Can is here!"

Zhang Qiao put down his cell phone and saw that Tang Xiaoguo had already arrived on the stage.

"Wow, it's still so handsome!"

Zhang Qiao supported her head with both hands and her eyes shining.

It was just that the noisy sounds around her made her feel a little unhappy.

Sitting straight and scanning around, she found a bunch of cameras aimed at the stage and taking pictures.

Many girls rely on these photos to soothe their boring dreams.

Zhang Qiao picked up his cell phone bored.

She found that Jiang Can's live broadcast room was already open.

Through the screen, Jiang Can looks different from another angle.

They are all the same pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Qiao narrowed her eyes and resisted the urge to lick the screen and clicked on the gift page.

She subconsciously wanted to give a rocket, but then she was shocked to find that there were no rockets in the gift!

She was stunned for a moment, and after careful look, she found that the most expensive gift was a magic book worth a hundred yuan.

"It's really a limited consumption." Zhang Qiao felt a little uncomfortable.

She had previously made a silent plan and planned to send a rocket every time she broadcasts it.

"Or just send him flowers in the store?"

She glanced at the bandstand with a lot of roses of various colors, and she was indifferent to her interest.

She didn't want to be regarded as like those vulgar women.

After first brushing a magic book and finding that it was really impossible to deliver a dime of dog food, Zhang Qiao sighed silently.

She felt that she had lost a way to guide Jiang Can.

There are already a large number of barrage scenes such as "The anchor is willful", "What does the anchor have to do with the dog's teeth", "The real limit", and "We are not short of money".

"Yueyue, what kind of girl do you think Brother Can likes?" Zhang Qiao asked Youyou.

"Mr. Tang is like that."

"Ah? They..."

"I guessed." Song Qiyue was careless and felt extremely painful.

"Then why don't you guess me?" Zhang Qiao was unwilling to accept it.

Song Qiyue looked her up and down: "It's different."

Zhang Qiao raised her chest and asked proudly: "Isn't it good to be bigger?"

"No," Song Qiyue fiddled with her cell phone in anger, "They have the best relationship."

"Best friends of the opposite sex are OK," said Zhang Qiao. "I used to have a male friend. Later, he had sex change surgery and married to Australia."

Song Qiyue's eyes widened.

"Your reason is too far-fetched," Zhang Qiao touched her face, "I think Brother Can still like my model."

Song Qiyue couldn't help but blow: "I heard that you chatted with him for a few words and he would reply to you."

"There are still a bunch of people who send messages that he doesn't reply, and he doesn't care about adding him on WeChat." Zhang Qiao was confident, "I'm special."

"Anyway, I think he and Mr. Tang are more suitable for him," said Song Qiyue.

Zhang Qiaoqiu said: "Why are you turning your elbow out?"

Song Qiyue spread her hands: "I think he won't like me anymore. Mr. Tang knew him earlier, so I wouldn't accept it to others."

"stupid."

"You're stupid."

The two picked up their wine glasses and clinked them, and laughed again.

His smile reveals his desire for a handsome guy.

...

Halfway through the live broadcast, Jiang Can told the plan for the offline meeting.

I made some fine adjustments to my previous plan.

"Thank you for your support, especially many friends who spend money... Then, many people should know that I know a little cooking skills, so they plan to have an offline meeting to cook for everyone at that time... "

"Time, it's the end of this month. There will be four places in the live broadcast room and three more on Weibo."

"For those outside the country, you can include travel and accommodation fees..."

"Living there? My place is small, it's not OK."

"Please don't have ghs."

...

He spoke to the microphone, and the voice reached the audience at the same time.

A bunch of girls screamed: "I want to participate, too!"

"Give us a lottery!"

"I'm super sweet when I choose me!"

"I have good skills!"

...

Jiang Can and Cao Xin, who was standing in front of the right side of the bandstand, looked at each other.

Cao Xin made an "ok" gesture and signaled to hand it over to her.

She raised her legs and walked towards the stage at the same time.

Jiang Can looked at her hands.

Is it three fingers?

He didn't say the top three in the reward list, but now he added three more... Didn't he say there were too many people before?

Jiang Can decided to follow the opinions of professionals.

"There will be three in the bar," he said, "and according to the seat number, randomly selected the day before."

There was a burst of cheers in the bar.

Cao Xin's movements froze and lowered his raised feet.

She reached out to hold her forehead, a little speechless.

There are enough ten people, and if three more people are added, can you not feel tired?

Is your body really that strong?

Why don't you participate in the Extreme Challenge?

Jiang Can took a sip of water and continued to pick up a song to play.

As for the live broadcast room, many people encouraged him to sing a song, so he would not do it.

It’s not that his voice is so bad, but he feels that his singing voice is not as good as this face. Unless he gets the singing skills one day, he doesn’t mind showing off.

The live broadcast ends.

Jiang Can washed his face and went home.

On the way, he bought a lot of ingredients and started to be busy when he got home. It was not until after 11 o'clock that he stopped with soreness in his back.

Looking at the piles of plates filled with the countertops, Jiang Can felt a sense of accomplishment.

He picked up the chopsticks, quickly picked some of each dish and ate it. Then he waved his hand and sold all the dishes that had been busy for most of the day.

It took nearly four hours, costing about 700 yuan, and I got more than 30,000 points in total.

Jiang Can is exhausted.

Back in the bedroom, he fell straight to the bed, kicked off his shoes, slid to the head of the bed like a snake, connected his phone to the charger, and then turned on the phone.

There was a bunch of new news on WeChat, and he selected a few replies, and then clicked Douyin.

His personal account already has nearly 100,000 followers, and there are a lot of private messages.

Jiang Can ignored it directly and watched some fun videos at will.

Although he used to complain with others that "the two masters of the zz world are the ones in the south," it is really delicious.

Without showing a few sand sculpture videos, he saw himself.
To be continued...