"Anchor, I would like to ask if wearing the traditional costume of the island country is called a kimono. Since kimono is also from Japan, does it count as wearing a kimono?"
"Not counting, counting Wagyu!"
"Brother Lu, every time I come home from get off work, someone parks in my parking space and insists on calling me to move the car. What should I do?"
"I suggest you stop calling next time and go back to see your wife first!"
"Brother Lu, I'm curious why in ancient times people had to drink wine and spray it on the knife before beheading?"
"Because killing with wine can deduct an extra drop of blood!"
"..."
Faced with all kinds of weird questions in the live broadcast room, Lu Chen was very responsive.
It was seen that several people present were amazed, and it took a long time for the photographer to come back to his senses.
He looked at Lu Chen and said with a difficult expression:
"Brother Lu, I originally thought your disease was unique in the world!"
"But after watching today's live broadcast, I realized that you actually have so many patients!"
"These questions and answers would have been impossible to ask and answer even if I had had cerebral thrombosis for ten years!"
Chen Yi on the side also nodded his head in agreement with a difficult expression.
They now understood why Zhao Cheng in the corner cried like a sad toad.
Apart from Lu Chen, who was even weirder than them, no one could handle such weird questions, right?
Lu Chen looked at the two of them, rolled his eyes and said angrily:
"You guys can stand and talk without pain in your back. Do you think it's easy for me to answer these weird questions?"
With that said, Lu Chen glanced at the time.
There is almost a minute left, and there is only enough time to answer one fan's question.
"Brother Lu, I am developing a small program to test the risk of websites. Can you give me a risky URL?"
"It's easy to say, don't let Sanda slip away... um..."
Before he could say anything, Lu Chen was covered by the photographer.
"Well, fans and friends, it's time to connect to the microphone. Let's connect here today!"
After saying that, the photographer hung up the microphone.
Lu Chen, whose mouth was covered, could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Lu Chen gasped for air, looked at the photographer and complained:
"What are you doing, San'er, I haven't finished speaking yet!"
The photographer looked at the desperate Lu Chen and twitched the corner of his mouth as he reminded, "Brother, if you really tell me, we will probably get into trouble tonight."
Lu Chen curled his lips and said nothing more. Instead, he looked at Chen Yi aside and said with ill intentions:
"Well, it's getting late. My cat can do backflips. Do you want to go take a look?"
Chen Yi smiled and shook his head.
"My cat can also do backflips, so I won't go, right?"
How could she not know what Lu Chen was planning? She had already seen through his conspiracy.
Hearing Chen Yi's refusal, Lu Chen still said reluctantly: "Then can I go to your house and see your cat that can do backflips?"
The photographer looked at Lu Chen, who barely had his plan written on his face. He helplessly covered his forehead and pulled Lu Chen:
"Brother, stop talking, your calculations are so bad that the pearls are jumping on my face!"
Lu Chen shook his head, spread his hands and said innocently:
"What bad thoughts can I have? I just want to see her cat that can do backflips!"
Although the audience in the live broadcast room was very reluctant to hang up the microphone, they couldn't help laughing when they saw Lu Chen's behavior.
[Brother Lu, I also have a cat that can do backflips at home. If you want to come and see it, remember to bring some kaiselu (funny)! 】
【Hahaha! Brother Lu’s trick of deceiving people is not new at all. I used this trick twenty years ago! 】
[You should tell her that you have a fire hydrant at home and let her take a look! 】
【……】
The three of them were still chatting, but the waiter in the hot pot restaurant came out with a long bill.
With a trademark smile on his face, he said to Lu Chen and the others:
"Um, who pays the bill?"
Lu Chen and others turned their heads and looked firmly at Zhao Cheng in the corner.
When Zhao Cheng saw the bill lying on the ground in the waiter's hand, the sad frog became even sadder.
Zhao Cheng took the bill from the waiter and saw the four-digit price.
Everyone was stunned and looked at the waiter in front of them, with disbelief on their faces:
"Waiter, the price is wrong. There are only a few of us. How can we eat more than a thousand yuan?"
The waiter smiled and shook his head, looking at the bill and patiently explaining it to Zhao Cheng.
"Your previous consumption was indeed only a few hundred yuan, but that customer ordered thirty-two plates of the best tripe, so the total is indeed one thousand three hundred and eighty-one!"
"who?"
Zhao Cheng looked up at the waiter blankly. He couldn't understand how someone could eat so much hairy tripe.
"Oh! That's the customer getting a Coke at the counter!"
The waiter pointed towards the counter in the distance and found Lu Chen holding a large bottle of happy water and planning to walk out of the store.
Feeling Zhao Cheng's gaze, he excitedly waved to Zhao Cheng and shouted:
"Waiter, three large bottles of happy water, remember to charge!"
The waiter nodded, then turned to Zhao Cheng and said politely:
"Well, it's one thousand four hundred and eleven now!"
Zhao Cheng:"……"
At this moment, he no longer knew what expression to use to face the waiter in front of him.
His heart was bleeding, because he wanted to treat Lu Chen to dinner because he wanted to link up with Lu Chen and attract his fans.
As a result, Lu Chen's fans were not attracted by him, but his own fans were attracted by him.
The live broadcast room originally had 20,000 followers, but now there are only just over 10,000 left. The most important thing is that there are also many Lu Chen fans mixed in.
I probably have less than 10,000 serious fans.
When he thought of this, Zhao Chengcheng hugged the photographer beside him and cried bitterly.
"No more! All gone!"
"My money! My fans! My grand prize!!!"
The photographer also had a bitter expression on his face, and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort him.
Zhao Cheng could only be patted on the back continuously to soothe his injured soul.
On a silver-white supercar.
Chen Yi held a large bottle of Coke in his arms, winked at Lu Chen, and joked:
"You're so mean. You asked for a few bottles of Coke before leaving. I think the frog was so angry that you cried!"
Lu Chen also had a faint smile on his lips, shook his head and refused to admit it:
"No way! It's obviously him who invited me to dinner. Isn't it too much to drink a few bottles of happy water?"
On the other side, at the gate of a community in Jiangnan.
A tough woman with a cigarette in her mouth was standing at the door holding a stick as thick as her thumb and talking on the phone in her right hand.
"Don't worry, Master of Anti-Anger, I will definitely deal with that traitor when she comes back!"
"If she doesn't spread her ass today, I'll write my name upside down!"
"What? A monk is compassionate? Master of Jiangang, have you forgotten that I am not a monk!"
(End of chapter)
