ABBWW Chapter 19: Young Master (19)

The rhythm of each live broadcast room has come up.

As a variety show star, Meng Yisong knew very well what Shi Jingge's reaction just now would bring, but Wei Zhiyun's trap for the young master in and out of his words was even more chilling.

The young master had never done anything to Wei Zhiyun, but Wei Zhiyun had already calculated the young master.

The young master's reaction may be too intense, or may not be likable, but the person who calculated him, is the real one with evil intentions!

Who would like to meet such a person with evil intentions when participating in a variety show?

The variety show increases fans quickly, but if you are led by the rhythm, you lose fans faster!

Meng Yisong raised his hand and rubbed his temples, cursed a few words in his heart, and looked at Wei Zhiyun with a less peaceful look.

Wei Zhiyun pretended to be dumbfounded and at a loss, anxiously said: "What, what's going on?"

But Wei Zhiyun's acting skills are mediocre, and the audience in the live broadcast room may not feel it. Can Meng Yisong not feel it on the spot?

Meng Yisong cursed a brain-dead in his heart, moved a few steps away from Wei Zhiyun, "I'll go and see."

"I'll go too, I'll go too!" Wei Zhiyun hurriedly followed up, with a regretful face, muttered: "I have such a cheap mouth, why do I offend people when I speak? I just want to get along with Shi Shao, but I didn't get along with him, but I offended him..."

But Wei Zhiyun did not avoid the microphone, so this sentence, his live broadcast room audience still heard clearly.

As a result, it triggered a new round of rhythm in the live broadcast room.

[Wuwuwu our Wei Wei is really too good, he still speaks for that stupid rich second generation at this time, that is a pure stupid rich second generation. Our Wei Wei helped him create jokes and topics, but what? Is this how he repays our Wei Wei?]

[Sure enough, the stupid rich second generation has no heart. He pretended to be human and dog-like before. What about now? Can't pretend anymore?]

[I feel sorry for Wei Wei, Wei Wei just showed him so much goodwill just now, taught him what to do, explained to him the behavior of the program group, but what? Good people don't get good rewards.]

[Can't even take a joke, what a thing.]

[I'm so angry, I'm so angry, Wei Wei is still speaking for him, I'm even more angry ah ah ah!]

[I said from yesterday's official announcement that such a person must be a scourge of the group. Sure enough. Heh.]

[Shi Jingge roll out of Living Together!]

Wei Zhiyun showed enough goodwill from the start, and even came over to help Shi Jingge explain the rules and share his experience. He obviously treated Shi Jingge as a friend, and this was just a friendly joke and a playful gesture. Who would have thought that his friend was so petty and turned against him on the spot!

And Wei Zhiyun, as a “victim”, was slapped in the face and lost his dignity, but still tried to find excuses for Shi Jingge. How could anyone not feel sorry for him?

He was too pitiful!

At this time, the bullet screen in the live broadcast room was completely one-sided, and Shi Jingge’s live broadcast room was unbearable to watch.

Meng Yisong rubbed his temples, thinking that if he wanted to calm this matter down, he had to at least get the young master back.

He felt that the young master shouldn’t be the kind of person who would turn his face at the slightest disagreement.

Meng Yisong lifted his foot to chase after the young master. Wei Zhiyun shouted: "Brother Meng! Brother Meng!"

Meng Yisong didn't want to pay attention to him at all, but the live broadcast was still on. Wei Zhiyun shouted loudly again. It was not good to turn his face directly. He could only stop.

"Brother Meng, Brother Meng, let's go find the young master." Wei Zhiyun raised his hand and patted Meng Yisong's shoulder. He ignored Meng Yisong's stiffness and said guiltily and uneasily: "I said something wrong just now. Maybe I offended the young master. I'll go apologize to him."

“I’m also afraid–” Wei Zhiyun paused, and vaguely passed it over, “Please help me say a few good words to him then, Brother Meng.”

As he spoke, Wei Zhiyun bowed to him in a proper manner.

Immediately, the live broadcast room exploded even more.

This was all calculated on his head.

Meng Yisong’s eyes turned cold, and he made a mental note of Wei Zhiyun’s behavior.

But now was not the time to settle accounts, the young master was walking fast, and he naturally had to go after him first.

Meng Yisong could naturally distinguish between the important and the urgent, and no matter how disgusted he was in his heart, he just nodded on the surface.

The rhythm of the live broadcast room was wave after wave, and Heizi was having a blast.

He had been suffocating all morning, and finally felt relieved!

Hey, he knew it, a stupid rich second generation’s rhythm, how could it not be easy to manipulate?

The young master ran too fast, and Wei Zhiyun was dragging his feet from there, Meng Yisong was annoyed.

Finally, when he saw Shi Jingge's figure, Meng Yisong's eyes brightened and said to Wei Zhiyun: "I see the young master. I'll catch up with him first!"

Wei Zhiyun hadn't had time to speak yet, and Meng Yisong ran away.

Wei Zhiyun originally wanted to delay some time, but seeing Meng Yisong run so fast, he could only grit his teeth and catch up. But the speed was still a bit slow. When he looked up at the front, he showed a bitter smile.

That bitter smile was especially bleak.

At that time, his live broadcast room had already started to scold Meng Yisong.

Finally, Meng Yisong finally caught up with Shi Jingge. He hadn't caught his breath yet, and heard the staff say: "No."

Then, it was the young master who didn't give up and asked: "I caught the fish myself. Don't I have the right to distribute it myself?"

The staff coldly said: "Sorry, no."

The young master gritted his teeth, "Then can I invite him to dinner?"

The staff looked at the young master with pity and said: "Don't worry, the program group won't give you this opportunity."

Young Master: "..."

The young master angrily said: "Can't I invite someone to dinner and make friends? How do you expect us to cultivate feelings like this?"

"Don't worry," the staff said slowly. "There is no end to the sea of suffering. There will always be opportunities to fight side by side. By then, your feelings will be cultivated."

Young Master: "???"

The young master couldn’t argue with him, so he just glared at him and turned his head. He met Meng Yisong’s eyes.

"What are you doing?"

The young master asked with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"You ran away without saying a word. We're worried about you." Meng Yisong smiled and reminded him quietly.

"Oh," the young master realized, and said casually, "I came to ask if I can share the fish I caught with you guys. That way I can catch a few more and everyone will have something to eat, right?"

“We could even store them if we couldn’t finish them. That way we might have food for tomorrow too. We wouldn’t have to starve!”

Suddenly, Meng Yisong felt a bit amused and sad.

The program group really didn’t treat them as humans!

Look at this kid! Look at how much psychological shadow the search for "contraband" left on the young master!

Shi Jingge continued: "Who knows that the program group is not human. They said this is specially provided by the program group. It cannot be traded, given away, bought or sold, etc. If you can't eat it today, you can only exchange it for something else with the program group. Two fish for a bucket of instant noodles, and they don't provide hot water-"

The young master paused. He couldn’t help but vent his anger. He said bitterly: “Swindlers!”

Meng Yisong: "..."

Although, listening to the young master say this one word, why does it feel weird?

At this moment, the barrage in Shi Jingge's live broadcast room suddenly stopped.

Then followed by all kinds of question marks.

[? ? ?]

[? ? ? ? ?]

[Wait, the young master didn’t turn his face, but went to ask someone about the rules?]

[Fuck, we all misunderstood the young master?]

[Is this the psychological shadow left by searching for contraband just now??]

And at this time, Wei Zhiyun was late.

Wei Zhiyun deliberately hesitated for a while, made a hesitant look, and then bit his teeth, took two steps forward, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Shi Shao, I don't know you mind this, I..."

The young master looked confused and said: "What are you talking about?"

Wei Zhiyun was stunned and said: "You're not angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" The young master asked back.

"Just, just now..." Wei Zhiyun opened his mouth helplessly, then touched his nose and showed an awkward smile.

"Shi Shao just went to ask the program group if he could freely distribute the fish he caught."

Meng Yisong opened his mouth at this time, with a natural expression, jokingly said: "The young master obviously doesn't know the program group's black-hearted nature. This is not, he was so angry that his face turned red."

Shi Jingge subconsciously covered his face, "I didn't!"

Shi Jingge turned his head and left, with very big steps, but gradually, his steps slowed down.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheeks. He still felt something was wrong. He turned his head and looked back at Meng Yisong.

Meng Yisong looked over in confusion. The young master took two steps back and said in a muffled voice: "...Is it really that red?"

Meng Yisong almost laughed out loud.

But looking at the young master's eyes that were both ashamed and angry, Meng Yisong still forced himself to hold back his smile.

"A little bit." Meng Yisong said sincerely. "Just a little bit."

The young master hesitated for a long time, stretched out his finger and gestured. "This little bit?"

Meng Yisong's expression twisted for a moment. He forced himself to endure and nodded.

The young master finally breathed a sigh of relief and said thank you awkwardly.

Looking at the young master's back, Meng Yisong slowly squatted down.

Making sure that the young master had gone far enough, Meng Yisong couldn't help but bury his head in his legs and laughed out loud.

Although this action could isolate most of the laughter, he was wearing a microphone after all. The audience in the live broadcast room could also hear it.

Meng Yisong laughed and laughed. He couldn't help but raise his hand and hit the ground.

The live broadcast room already had a large group of viewers who were having a blast. His action made the other viewers laugh out loud too.

After a while, Meng Yisong reluctantly got up and sighed: “This young master is too cute!”

[Indeed.]

[He even used his fingers to gesture a little bit. My seven-year-old niece only does that when she's coquettish with her mom!]

[Fuck, the face-slap came so fast like a tornado, making me look like a retard who was passionately scolding the young master just now QAAQ.]

[I also...cried...]

[The young master's back when he ran away just now was really deceptive. Who would have thought he was running to ask the program group QAQ.]

[I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that the young master is so stupid hahaha.]

[Indeed, indeed, stupid and cute hhhh.]

[I want to go to the young master's live broadcast room and contribute some gifts. Wuuuu I said something bad just now.]

[Take me with you, take me with you!]

[I'm going too, I'm going too! I'm going to apologize wuuuuu-]

This reversal, not to mention the audience in front of the live broadcast room, even Wei Zhiyun was also stunned.

Shi Jingge was not angry, but went to ask the staff about the rules??

Is this something that the stupid rich second generation would do?

Do you dare to believe it? Just ask if you dare to believe it?

Fortunately, Wei Zhiyun still remembered that he was on live broadcast, and quickly saved his face.

"This is what a good brother is!"

"The young master is definitely a good brother."

"It's just that the program group is not human."

"Is the program group afraid that I and the young master will develop feelings?"

"The program group doesn't let us cultivate feelings, I still specialize in cultivating them!"

"Today's goal, to be a good brother with the young master, let's pry away Brother Wen's corner!"

Wei Zhiyun said jokingly, and the barrage in the live broadcast room gradually calmed down. Considering that he had performed very well before, most of the audience didn't notice Wei Zhiyun's scheming, and there were many audience members who gave advice to Wei Zhiyun on how to pry away the corner.

It was as if the fierce attack on Shi Jingge just now had never happened.

In Shi Jingge's live broadcast room, because of those apologies, there were still some traces of existence.

But soon, as those barrages disappeared, this thing was really hidden.

Heizi watched the live broadcast room numbly, and finally sighed long and slumped on the chair.

Three seconds later, he knocked hard on the table.

--Ah ah ah ah!!!

--His excitement didn't last more than five minutes!!

Soon, the program group notified everyone that fishing was over.

And the other group of guests who went to farm also came back.

The guests had some baskets in their hands, with some vegetables in them, such as pumpkins, corns, tomatoes and so on. They didn't look like much.

The young master ran to Wen Xusheng's side. Wen Xusheng's face was stained with some mud, and the back of his hand was scratched a few times. He looked a bit embarrassed.

The young master bit his lip and didn't say anything.

Wen Xusheng asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

The young master hesitated for a while, looked at Wen Xusheng's scratches on the back of his hand, and didn't say anything.

Wen Xusheng followed his gaze and saw his own scratches on the back of his hand. He smiled and said: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."

"I didn't ask you if it hurts or not." The young master snapped back.

He paused and asked in a low voice: "...Does it really not hurt?" Wen Xusheng's eyes flashed with a smile. "Really."

At this time, the program group began to announce the draw order.

Wen Xusheng's popularity naturally goes without saying. And Shi Jingge's live broadcast room's popularity was not very good at first, but because of Wei Zhiyun's thing, the popularity of the live broadcast room "swished" up. Although it was not as good as Meng Yisong and others, the gap was not that big. With Wen Xusheng's popularity added up, it was naturally a stable first.

"This box is the best one of all the boxes."

"There are seven paper strips inside, two of which are paper strips for luxury houses, two for ordinary houses, and three for houses with poor environment."

"What you can draw depends on luck. The one with higher popularity in your two live broadcast rooms will draw it. That is Wen Xusheng."

"The possibility of a luxury house is only two-sevenths. The probability of a bad house is as much as three-sevenths. This is unfair!"

The young master widened his eyes and was indignant.

The director smiled and said: "Sorry, I'm not good at language. I don't know what fairness means."

The young master: "..."

Three seconds later, the young master turned his head and looked at Wen Xusheng. He leaned over and whispered: "I should really let my elder brother come and feel it."

"Let him say I'm arrogant again."

"How am I arrogant compared to these people from the program group?"

Wen Xusheng couldn't help but smile. He asked: "How is your luck?"

The young master nodded confidently. "Of course it's good."

"How can I catch fish if my luck is bad?"

"But my luck has always been bad." Wen Xusheng said with some distress.

The young master also became nervous. "What should we do?"

"Do you want to live in a good house?" Wen Xusheng asked in a low voice.

The young master hesitated and said: "...Who doesn't want to?"

"Yeah," Wen Xusheng smiled. "I also want to live in a good house."

"But my luck is bad. Can you lend me some luck?"

Wen Xusheng looked at the young master, his eyes burning.

The young master looked up at Wen Xusheng, his face blank. "Huh?"

Wen Xusheng said sincerely. "I need your help, Xiao Ge."

"Oh oh oh," the young master scratched his nose and nodded obediently. "Okay."

"What should I do?" The young master asked with his head down.

"Stretch out your hand and put it on mine. That's how you lend me your luck."

Wen Xusheng said lightly and took the lead in stretching out his hand.

The young master hesitated for a while, and felt that everyone was brothers. What's the big deal about shaking hands?

He and Mu Jincheng had shaken hands countless times!

The young master put his hand up.

He didn't know why, but he felt that this scene was so familiar.

In a trance, a fragment flashed through his mind, too fast for him to catch.

But at this time, he could only stuff these doubts back into his stomach.

Wen Xusheng sighed inwardly. God knows how much he wanted to hold the young master's hand back and interlock his fingers with him.

But not now.

It would scare him.

Wen Xusheng lowered his eyes, using all his strength to restrain himself from taking his hand away from Shi Jingge’s.

“Thank you, Xiao Ge.”

Wen Xusheng’s voice was hoarse, and he strode towards the lottery box.

It was actually just a matter of probability. Ordinary rooms and luxury houses accounted for four-sevenths of the total, which was more than the bad rooms. Generally speaking, they should be able to draw them, right?

Wen Xusheng never cared about these things, but at this moment, he hoped that the god of luck would bless him.

At least an ordinary room.

Otherwise…the young master would be sad, right?

He didn’t want to see him sad.

Wen Xusheng lowered his eyes and stood quietly for a while before slowly drawing out a piece of paper.

It said "Ordinary House 1". Wen Xusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"If it weren't for you lending me your luck, we would definitely live in the worst house."

"My luck has always been bad."

"Thank you, Xiao Ge."

Wen Xusheng spoke solemnly, soothing the young master's loss in a few words.

The young master raised his head, his eyes sparkling. "That's for sure!"

Wen Xusheng suddenly felt a little dazed.

...These eyes are really beautiful.

At this time, the two live broadcast rooms had merged together, and the barrage was so dense that it covered both of their faces.

[Brother Wen, you're not right!!]

[Brother Wen! Brother Wen!! Are you possessed by someone!!!]

[Is this really my Brother Wen?]

[Brother Wen, cheer up! You can't just enter a rich family if you want to, you know!!]

[Brother Wen, listen to me! We don't enter a rich family! Don't!!]

[Brother Wen! Brother Wen, be normal!!]

[Fuck, I've been a fan of Brother Wen for so long and I've never seen him so nervous!]

[Wen Xusheng, you're not right! You're really not right!!!]

And at this time, the harmonious live broadcast room directly ignited Mu Jincheng's anger.

Mu Jincheng had already exploded once when the official announcement was made. Later, he thought about Shi Jingge's temper. He wouldn't be able to please anyone on a live reality show. He felt a little more comfortable.

But after all, he didn't sleep all night and was entangled for a morning. He finally clicked on the live broadcast room.

Mu Jincheng entered the live broadcast room when Wei Zhiyun and Shi Jingge were having such an explosive moment. The rhythm was completely taken away at that time. There were a lot of people scolding Shi Jingge, and there were many people who didn't welcome Shi Jingge. Mu Jincheng was still a little proud. See, this is the consequence of leaving him.

Without him directing and taking care of him, how could Shi Jingge please anyone with his kind of person?

Shi Jingge was scolded more and more fiercely. Mu Jincheng also hypocritically sent a few barrages to speak for Shi Jingge, but the words and tone were very weird, which aroused more anger in the barrage.

But Mu Jincheng hadn't been proud for long, and this fucking turned around!

Fuck!

Mu Jincheng cursed a few words on the spot, and then tried to reverse the string and lead the rhythm. But unfortunately, Wen Xusheng and Shi Jingge met, and the two live broadcast rooms merged together. The barrage was so dense that where could he see his rhythm-leading barrage?

Mu Jincheng was angry to death.

And what made Mu Jincheng most angry was Wen Xusheng's actions towards Shi Jingge.

--This Wen Xusheng must have a crush on Shi Jingge!

And Shi Jingge...doesn't seem to have no interest in Wen Xusheng either.

Shi Jingge trusted Wen Xusheng so much, just like he used to...trust him...

No.

It was clearly more trust in Wen Xusheng than in him.

Mu Jincheng's eyes were cold.

Actually, during this period of time, Mu Jincheng didn't have a good time.

He wanted to get on the system but failed, the capital chain also had some problems, Shi Jingge's side broke off contact, there was no one who could give him money to save him, and there were brothers and sisters at home who were eyeing him and trying to bite off a piece of his flesh. The projects that were already in hand also had one accident after another, and there was pressure from all sides, which made Mu Jincheng unable to breathe.

He did get on with Du Mingxu, but Du Mingxu was tight-fisted, and he had some grudges against him. He didn't offer his sincerity, and Du Mingxu naturally wouldn't give him anything.

And in fact, even if he offered his sincerity, Du Mingxu might not give him anything.

Not every prodigal son is like Shi Jingge.

This sentence appeared in Mu Jincheng's mind, making him stunned.

Fuck.

Mu Jincheng cursed a few words lowly, and his eyes slowly fell on the water cup next to the computer.

The water cup was given by Shi Jingge.

The ornaments next to it were also given by Shi Jingge.

The wooden frame was, the figurine was, and even the computer, actually, was given by Shi Jingge.

Shi Jingge seduced him like this at first. Now, did he go to seduce Wen Xusheng like this?

Mu Jincheng's eyes couldn't hide his jealousy. He looked at the computer screen again.

At this time, Shi Jingge looked up and said something to Wen Xusheng. His eyes were so bright that he could clearly see Wen Xusheng's reflection in his eyes.

Shi Jingge never looked at him with such eyes.

Even when their relationship was at its best.

It was as if such eyes, Shi Jingge only left for Wen Xusheng.

Why?

He had been scheming for so many years and couldn't get what he wanted. Why did Shi Jingge leave it to Wen Xusheng?

He had accompanied Shi Jingge for so many years, but he was not as good as a Wen Xusheng?

With Wen Xusheng, he didn't want him, Mu Jincheng, anymore, did he?

Thinking of Shi Jingge's coldness to him during this period of time, Mu Jincheng's eyes became colder and colder. He looked at the screen, his eyes like poisoned.

Shi Jingge, don't think you can get rid of me.

You'll be back in three days, right?

I'm waiting for you.

I'll start waiting for you from now on.

Is it a friendly return, or a mutual destruction?

It depends on how you choose.

Shi Jingge.

The Author has something to say: 

Shi Jingge: I choose to send you to the trash can :)

Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!

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