She Came To My Concert

The moment Zhu Wenshu rolled his eyes, Zhang Yuhuang turned his head and waved to Ling Chen.

"Come here and have a chat, everyone is urging you."

Hearing this, Ling Chen turned his head and glanced this way, then came over with a water glass.

As he moved closer to the camera, his facial features gradually became clear. The neat short hair could no longer cover his eyes, and the bright light gathered in his eyes the moment he raised them.

Even though they were separated by the mobile phone, it was as if they were staring at him across the air.

Zhu Wenshu was slightly stunned at that moment, as if he found out that he was watching his live broadcast.

Fortunately, he soon stopped looking directly at the camera and looked down at the barrage.

In fact, Ling Chen is not very keen on this kind of idle live broadcast.

If he had known that Zhang Yuxuan would broadcast live today, he would not have come to eat.

But the person has already appeared in the camera, and it is impossible for him to refute his teacher's face.

Weekend nights are the peak period of network traffic.

There are so many bullet screens that it is impossible for Chen to see each of them clearly. He can only glance roughly to see which one is which.

Zhu Wenshu sat at the desk, not emotional, nor agitated at all.

After all, he didn't really come to watch Ling Chen's live broadcast.

But seeing him seriously answering the questions in the barrage, Zhu Wenshu had some ideas.

She still had a cold face, but the corners of her lips curled up in a slight mocking arc, she tapped her finger, and edited a sentence.

[zws who loves oranges: Will you broadcast live when you finish your homework? 】

As soon as it was sent out, Zhu Wenshu watched it being submerged in the barrage.

However, the next second——

Ling Chen: "It's finished."

Zhu Wenshu: "?"

She looked at the screen in disbelief and blinked.

It happened that Ling Chen was also looking at the camera, his eyes seemed to meet.

Did you see it?

impossible?

She just throws it out casually, isn't it?

Zhu Wenshu was a little dazed at this moment, he was stunned for a while, and when he looked down the phone again, the originally messy barrage on the screen had become a whole.

It's all copy-pasted of the same sentence.

[Pass it on, Ling Chen's new song is finished, and a new album will be released tomorrow! 】

[Pass it on, Ling Chen's new song is finished, and a new album will be released tomorrow! 】

[Pass it on, Ling Chen's new song is finished, and a new album will be released tomorrow! 】

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Oh.

It turned out to be answering a fan's question.

She said, how could it be possible for Ling Chen to see the message she sent in the vast barrage of smoke.

After this wave of swiping passed, a fan whose name had a halo effect in the barrage started a new round of swiping.

[Excuse me, do you write songs in isolation from the world, without water, electricity, and internet? 】

This fan seemed eccentric, but he was actually blaming Ling Chen for not appearing in public for too long.

But Ling Chen didn't know whether he really didn't understand or pretended not to understand. He took a sip of water, leaned on the sofa, and said in a serious tone: "I won't disconnect. I want to reduce social interaction, but I will read the news when I have time."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

She sneered in front of the screen, then typed.

[zws who loves oranges: Then you can’t look back, right? 】

After posting, she leaned on the back of the chair with her arms folded and continued to stare coldly at the man on the screen.

At this time, Ling Chen, who had been looking down at the barrage, suddenly focused his eyes for a few seconds, and his focus retracted, as if he was thinking about something.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head and touched his trouser bag, and found that it was empty, then turned his head and glanced at the dining table behind the sofa.

"Wait a minute."

He whispered something to the camera, then got up and walked towards the dining table.

As his figure gradually moved away from the camera, Zhang Yuxuan moved to the center of the sofa with a smile on his side, occupying most of the screen, leaving only a blurry figure in the distance.

Zhu Wenshu's interest also faded, and he felt that he was really a monk training Taoist priests, and his management was really lenient.

The teacher is here to catch students who skipped classes, and she is here to catch parents.

boring.

She yawned, straightened her waist, and was about to turn off her phone and take a shower.

At this time, a new message popped up on the phone.

Zhu Wenshu touched it casually, and the screen immediately switched to WeChat.

[c: The homework is all done. 】

"...?"

Zhu Wenshu's waist suddenly became stiff.

She stared straight at the chat box, then scanned the room inexplicably.

Then with a little vigilance in his eyes, he kept his head away from the phone, stretched his arms and clicked on the screen, switching to the live broadcast room again.

In the picture, one can vaguely see Ling Chen leaning against the sideboard, with his back slightly arched, his head bowed, and his hands raised in front of his chest.

It is a standard posture for playing with a mobile phone.

No way……?

Could it be that Ling Chen not only saw the barrage she posted, but also recognized her all of a sudden?

These eyes are eight stars and eight diamonds, right?

After a few seconds of stalemate, Zhu Wenshu patted his head and told himself that this was a coincidence, which was impossible.

Ling Chen must have just remembered her news at this point in time.

Yes, exactly.

[Zhu Wenshu: Okay, just finish it. 】

But even if you have identified yourself, in reply to Ling Chen

When hearing the news, Zhu Wenshu was still a little guilty and added another sentence.

[Zhu Wenshu: I am mainly afraid that you will forget in a hurry, so I specially remind you]

[Zhu Wenshu: Ling Siyuan's concentration is not concentrated, have you watched him do his homework? 】