Entertainment: Crazy testing on the brink of blocking

"What am I, you just say it directly!"

Li Yaodong was impatient now, as if his eyebrows were on fire.

Yan Jing finally said: "President Li, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I join your kimchi Chinese music scene? You trickster, you still want to harm me!!"

hiss--!

Hearing this answer, Li Yaodong gasped.

"?????"

What's the matter with this special meow? This guy actually denied it, and even said that he is a troublemaker. This is not the same as the script that was discussed before!False, it must be false! !

There was also an uproar at the scene.

"Well, President Li said it was true, but it turned out to be strictly false."

"This wave of operations, who should I trust?"

"The current situation is very unfavorable for us."

"What are you going to do?"

"Ah...! At present, the situation is temporarily unknown, and I don't know who to trust anymore."

Hearing what they said, Li Yaodong immediately felt his face burn.

He sort of understood that the reason why rigorousness said that was to make himself look ugly.

Okay.

Rigorousness is waiting for you here.

Li Yaodong gritted his teeth: "Precise, why don't you dare to admit it?"

"President Li, I am a real man. I will definitely admit what I said, but don't force me to admit what I haven't said."

puff! !

Li Yaodong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

shameless.

Too shameless.

This is simply the behavior of a beast. Let me ask: If you are not a beast, can you still say such a thing?

Li Yaodong was furious: "Precise, don't say such a thing, have you said it yourself, don't you know it in your heart?"

"I know, but I didn't say it. Didn't I say...President Li, is it really okay for you to target me like this? You helped me speak at noon, and I was still very moved. It turns out that it's fine now, but at night You just hit it back.

Dare to love, are you raising pigs here? "

Strictly said these words in an extremely angry tone.

offstage.

After listening to Zhou Kun's rigorous words, he realized that he had been fooled. With a bright smile on his face, he yelled at the live broadcast room: "Brothers, did you see that? Mr. Yan is so stubborn, no matter who he is , It’s hard steel when you go up. Who else can have such courage except rigor!!”

Emmm...

The name Mr. Yan is indeed very spiritual.

Properly, it is the originator of face-changing Sichuan opera.

"Please put your awesomeness on the public screen!"

"666! Rigorousness is true strength, there is no doubt about it."

"Such idols are the new generation of super idols that we should chase after."

"Brothers, may I ask where is the person who sprayed on Brother Jin of our family just now? Why can't he see anyone?"

"Strictness once again proves with its own strength and actions: You can really trust him forever."

"If you have something to say, just say it: rigorous, awesome!!"

"Yes, if you praise our brother Jin, don't keep it in your heart."

……

on the stage.

When Li Yaodong looked at the back of Yan Jing who was walking away, his whole body was stunned and motionless as if struck by lightning.

At this moment, he felt a little more uncomfortable than eating shit.

Rigorous, this guy is purely torturing people.

Come out from the scene.

Zhou Kun also turned off the live broadcast, and Pidianpidian followed behind.

"Hahaha! Mr. Yan, I knew you would never let me down! Sure enough... I guessed right!" Zhou Kun's sycophant attributes began to come online.

Yan Jing stopped and looked at him: "But the problem is... You didn't say that in the afternoon. You even scolded me."

"hey-hey."

Zhou Kun scratched his head in embarrassment, "Well... I didn't know you had such a trick at the time. In fact, I don't think I can be blamed for this matter. It's only your own acting skills that are so good that you deceived me. gone."

"You mean...my own responsibility?" Yan Jing asked directly.

Zhou Kun froze for a moment: "Actually, it's not unreasonable for you to say that."

At this moment, the rigorous cell phone rang suddenly, and it was Wang Hai calling.

"Haha, rigorous, you can do it, you really didn't embarrass me!" Wang Hai said with a big smile.

Rigorous: "Chairman, if I lose face to anyone, I won't lose face to you."

"Good job! I'll treat you to dinner when I get home tomorrow." Wang Hai said very domineeringly.

Rigorous: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who can't afford to eat?"

"Then... what do you want?" Wang Hai asked.

Rigorous: "It's more practical to give some money."

"You guys are not short of money!" Wang Hai said.

Rigorous: "You're wrong, I'm very short of money now! It's not like you don't know..."

"I know a hammer. Let's talk about it when I come back tomorrow. I'm going to brag to others."

Listening to the busy tone coming from the mobile phone, I can't laugh or cry rigorously. Is this guy going to brag?

When we got back to the hotel, it was almost ten o'clock.

After a brief wash, he rigorously and quietly turned on the radio channel.

When netizens looked at the rigor that appeared on their mobile phones, they all began to doubt life.

soon.

A sentence came out of the barrage: "Aren't I hallucinating?"

Seeing this, Yan Jing said: "Brothers, hello everyone, I am Yan Jing, let me spend this difficult night with you tonight."

"Fuck, brothers, we didn't have hallucinations, this is really Brother Jin."

"Brother Jin is really dedicated to his work. He could hear ghost stories tonight."

"Mommy, what is a high-quality idol, this is it!"

"I love it, I love it, let's start, I can't wait."

"Brothers, let's cover the quilt together! Let's enter this fantasy world."

…………

A serious voice sounded slowly.

"Zeng Xiaosong didn't expect that he came to this famous supernatural cafe for an interview with his classmate Zhang Ming in a daze."

"This is an alternative cafe near Nanling University. All the waiters wear all kinds of ghost masks: the decoration of the cafe is also quite eerie, full of props from horror novels and movies, and the red color of the skull Chairs, coffee cups in the shape of bones, horror and alternative ghost paintings on the wall, and eerie and elegant music flowing gently."

"The whole cafe has a spooky yet lightly stylish atmosphere."

"Currently colleges are the most boring and exciting young people. For the innovation of this cafe, they bring their classmates or girlfriends here to enjoy an alternative time."

"Zeng Xiaosong's family is not very poor, but because his girlfriend Hongni loves handsome guys who are generous, in order to trap Hongni, he can only use weekends to work part-time."

"It is said that this ghost cafe needs to recruit two waiters."

"The working hours are two days every weekend, but the salary is frighteningly high, which is [-] per day!"

"This is a treatment that no one dares to imagine!"

"Zeng Xiaosong and Zhang Ming once suspected that this cafe was engaged in illegal activities such as illegal sales, but after some investigation, they found that there was nothing suspicious except that the waiters inside were wearing ghost masks to work."

"Zeng Xiaosong was standing in the eerie cafe, a man wearing a red hideous mask came over and patted him on the shoulder."

"Are you here to apply for a job?"

"The voice was somewhat distorted through the mask, and Zeng Xiaosong clearly felt a chill passing over his heart."

"According to the figure of this person, it should be a man. Looking at the name engraved on the mask, it turns out that this person is actually the manager."

"Zhang Ming responded immediately: Yes! We want to apply for a waiter. Will the manager come to take the exam?"

"After finishing speaking, he glanced at the people who were drinking coffee. Sure enough, they were all college students, but their expressions were relaxed and natural. It seems that their psychological quality is quite good."

"The manager nodded and took them to an office inside the cafe."

"The lights in the office are also dim. There are three desks with weird patterns, and the chairs are shaped like skulls."

"The manager opened the drawer and gave Zeng Xiaosong and Zhang Ming a piece of drawing paper and a pencil respectively: The interview in our ghost cafe is very simple, as long as you draw the ghost mask you want to wear, or describe it in words That's it. The time is one hour, are you ready?"

"Zeng Xiaosong took the paper with a stiff expression."

"Zhang Ming smiled naturally, and immediately sat down at the table and started to act."

"Before closing the door, the manager pressed a red button on the light button, and the light in the room suddenly became flowing. It turned out that the crystal chandelier on the ceiling was a revolving lamp, and the light looked even more gloomy."

"Zeng Xiaosong took the paper and pen, sat down nervously, and whispered to Zhang Ming: Xiao Ming, I think... let's forget it, this cafe is weird."

"Zhang Ming raised his head and glared at Zeng Xiaosong in dissatisfaction: What, man, this is just a terrifying atmosphere created by people. You don't have to worry about it, right? Besides, there are so many college students now that the streets are full of people. Yes, it’s even more difficult to find a part-time job. Think about it, it’s 500 yuan a day!”

"Zhang Ming's statement is very correct. Now that the unemployment rate of college students is getting higher and higher, it is not so easy to find a job with high wages and little competition."

"The supernatural cafe is just a superficial horror, but in fact, don't so many students come here to enjoy the world?"

"Zeng Xiaosong hesitated for a while, and finally drew on the paper silently."

"Zeng Xiaosong and Zhang Ming happen to be sophomores in the Department of Fine Arts, and they have achieved outstanding results. Such gadgets are hard to come by."

"The ghost mask in Zeng Xiaosong's heart is named Ersong. His eyes are round and bleeding, and the corner of his mouth is cracked with bright red flesh. It really looks scary."

"After drawing the last stroke, Zeng Xiaosong's heart relaxed for a moment, and an ominous feeling rose to his heart."

"Zhang Ming's ghost mask is called Hei Ling. He uses red and black color blocks to divide the mask, with squinted eyes, blood-red lips, and a strange red nose. The whole picture is full of coldness."

"An hour later, the manager opened the door and took their work with a smile."

"Unexpectedly, there were a lot of people waiting for the interview outside the door. Most of them were students from the same school. They were not affected by the gloomy atmosphere here. It seems that there are also many competitors for this well-paid part-time job."

"On the fourth night, in order to celebrate the experience of entering the Ghost Café, Zeng Xiaosong and Zhang Ming drank a catty of white wine in a small restaurant outside, and the two supported each other and walked back to school drunk."

"On the aisle of the school, there are dense trees on both sides, and the street lights are dim, pulling their shadows faintly on the ground."

"Suddenly, someone patted Zeng Xiaosong on the shoulder from behind, making him immediately think of the manager with the gloomy eyes in the Ghost Café."

"Zeng Xiaosong turned his head, and the blood in his body froze immediately! The chill rose up like the smell of alcohol, and he stared wide-eyed at the masked man standing behind him!"

"In that mask, those blood-red eyes are staring round, bleeding from the corners of the eyes, looking terrifying and ferocious. The man waved his right hand lightly, saying hello to Zeng Xiaosong!"

"what!"

"Zeng Xiaosong hissed, turned his head in horror, his heart contracted violently, and there were bursts of severe pain."

"That mask is exactly the ghost mask he drew in the supernatural cafe this morning!"

"Zhang Ming looked back at him strangely: what's the matter, what's the name of the ghost? Have you drunk too much?"

"Zeng Xiaosong stammered: Zhang...Zhang Ming! I, I...I saw...the man in the ghost mask!"

"Zhang Ming laughed and patted him on the head: what, you really drank too much, and there's no one behind you!"

"Zeng Xiaosong was startled, and immediately looked back."

"Sure enough, the masked figure evaporated like air, leaving no trace at all."

"But he clearly saw that the ghost mask he drew was worn here by himself. It's really strange."

"Maybe you're really drunk?"

"Zeng Xiaosong returned to the dormitory, took a careless shower, went to bed early, and suffered from a headache again. Maybe it's because of drinking?"