The funniest "reasonable speculation" means that behind her is Yangliu Entertainment, otherwise how could she film "Cage" and sing "Youth" again, and she also had a name on the special thanks for studying films; the even more ignorant version says that she is actually Cen Yi's illegitimate son, the prince of Yangliu Entertainment, and Liu Huajun raised San'er with tears in her eyes, and was miserable and strong.

"I have a big brainstorm."

Qin Jue pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and sighed softly.

【Little Wolf…】

[I feel a little uncomfortable. I have scolded you for so much time. Did you say this in the first sentence?]

【Puff Hahahahahahaha Lang Lang is on! I will fight them myself!】

【I feel a little uncomfortable too, it’s really difficult to do with fan circles, I want to break up my fans】

[Don't wear the skin in front, okay? Get out of here and don't give it away]

[...I am a fan, are you scolding me? That's OK]

[Hug all sisters, it’s just the fan circle, not the little wolf]

[We really need to organize it, there is nothing anti-black or data...]

【Everyone calm down and don’t hurt your own people by chance】

[It is obviously Xia Yuting who is here to mess with us! Don’t pay attention!]

[Why ignore it? Fuck it, go back!]

[Little Wolf said that Buddha is better, don’t worry about those things, and you will all get rid of your breath]

【The fucking thing is that I’m going to fight back if I’m going to fight back? Isn’t I going to be bullied even more in the future? 】

Qin Jue reached out his hand and pressed the temples on both sides.

She has no obligation to take care of a group of naughty children when she is also very tired.

"It's my family. It seems that you have forgotten what I said before."

Qin Jue breathed, slowly moved his wrist twice, and continued to type on the keyboard.

Because she speaks slowly with one mind and two things, and her sentences are filled with fatigue.

"The reason the second sentence sounds like criticizing you is because I think I have no position on other people and don't care about talking to them at all."

[Then you are so awesome, I will just laugh]

[...What, why are you always talking about us? You are all very tired and uncomfortable when you are just laid??]

[Cass, speechless, I really got rid of the fan this time]

[You really care about us and scold us? It sounds so nice. Who is morally kidnapped? I don’t want to serve you anymore]

【Remove the customs, say goodbye :)】

"The barrage is casual." Qin Jue continued to type on the keyboard, "No matter what kind of passerby, 'skin', 'opposite', or quit the fans on the spot and slid back... say whatever you want, and rest in time when you are tired. I used to be a fan, and I'm sorry for being wasted your mood and time."

She stopped and rubbed her eyes. She had not had efficient sleep for too long. In addition, she stared at the computer for a long time and her eyes gradually became dry.

"You guys who obediently closed the barrage before, keep closing the screen. Don't look at the comment section, just look at me."

Qin Jue smiled very lightly: "Nothing big deal."

What bad thing she has never been scolded, that's it?

"It's already past midnight. If you have friends who are ready to go to bed, say good night in advance."

Qin Jue said intermittently, his actions never stopped.

This live broadcast, which was constantly filled with vicious words in the barrage pool, continued until six in the morning.

It was very lively at first, and even involved Cen Yi's fans. I don't know if it was a "double-door" fan who went to the community for help or something, but in short, it was a mess and a mess.

Qin Jue ignored everything.

Only dozens of obedient fans who turned off the barrage and only looked at her fans. They occasionally posted one or two check-in content, but were seen by her sharp eyes. She read it out and encouraged her.

One hour passed, two hours passed.

Six hours passed...

There are fewer and fewer barrages of insulting trouble and in the end there are only a few sporadic ones.

Either he saw that Qin Jue was unshakable and he was not very happy to scold him, or he could not stand it anymore and fell asleep with his own self-deprecating victory.

Another hour later, the scrolling comment section was completely empty, and even the number of online viewers was only a few hundred. This was a lot of people who joined later, either the time lag party or the early party.

They occasionally asked a question or two on the barrage, and Qin Jue replied casually, "doing things on the live broadcast."

This style is very common, so the fans who are used to hang live broadcasts are there, and they go to work with her. If you have something to do, they should be busy with their own things first, and leave after leaving the sentence "Come on".

A so-called bloody storm is just a few hours of emotional carnival.

At 7:30 in the morning, Qin Jue finally stopped his hands.

Her wrists and fingertips trembled slightly, and her eyes were rarely sour and unbearable.

With the mouse clicking on the user list to watch online, Qin Jue's voice was extremely hoarse.

"Thanks."

Dozens of people, including Xu Jingyi, accompanied her quietly throughout the night.

They did not participate in the verbal war or get involved in disputes. They just told Qin Jue with their actions that they were all there.

Facts have proved that when the enemy is large and we are small, the war of attrition is always tactical choice.

Facts have also proved that fans who are sincere and rational and calm had chosen to believe her and wait for her to the end in a more mature way when Qin Jue said "turn off the barrage and ignore it."

【Teacher Qin... Thank you for your hard work】

Xu Jingyi really stayed up all night. In order to get into a graduate student at Jingcheng University in her senior year, it was not uncommon for her to study and prepare until dawn.

"without--"

Qin Jue smiled. Before he finished speaking, his elbows that were standing on the table suddenly loosened and he fell down.

Dong!

The pain was not strong, but I felt a little dizzy when I hit my head on the table.

Thinking about it, she hasn't had a good sleep for a long time to simulate the irritability of Mosen struggling in a nightmare.

This state of becoming weak without relying on film and television space is quite rare.

Qin Jue closed his eyes. Zhang Ming, who had been instructed by Sen Ran on the app, opened the door with a spare room card, and held a hot towel and a simple breakfast in his hand.

"Thank you, Mingzi." Qin Jue covered his head and stood up. Even though he was weak, his footsteps were still very far away and he could hear them.

Zhang Ming took a breath when he heard the sound and walked up quickly: "Brother Qin, you won't not sleep again, are you?"

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"Live broadcast?"

Qin Jue took the warm towel without hesitation, rolled it up, and covered it on his eyes.

【Wait, what did I hear】

[And??Qin Xiaolang sleeps well!]

[Is there an assistant next to it? Assistant guy quickly supervise him to sleep well!!]

Qin Jue raised his head, blindly picked up soy milk buns, and delivered breakfast to his mouth without any bias.

Zhang Ming saw the barrage beside him and was a little at a loss when he caught a glimpse of the web page on the screen.

"Brother, brother...you..."

Zhang Ming briefly lost his language organization ability and once again stared at him.

"Um?"

Qin Jue settled the breakfast in less than five minutes, covering his eyes with one hand through the towel, and handing the remaining plastic bag with the other hand.

Zhang Ming answered in a daze, still feeling fantasy: "You... did this happen all night?"

"yes."

Qin Jue yawned in a depressing manner and heard the prompt sound of Feixun coming from his mobile phone.

"See it for me." She was still covered with a towel.

"Oh." Zhang Ming's screen was automatically unlocked when he got the phone. "Uh, he...he...he, the director said that the shooting schedule will be adjusted, and you will have a good rest today and tomorrow."

"...I'm really afraid that I'm a Sist possessed." Qin Jue was silent for a while, his laughter was filled with fatigue, and the gloominess had been relieved a lot.

She saw the familiar id in the viewing list, [hx0112], the first letter of the name and birthday, which is consistent with the old man's message. It appeared at around 5 o'clock this morning and was often here before.

"Ah, the director asked me to get the tea. Brother Qin, I'll go first?"

Another news came, and Zhang Ming reported it immediately.

"Go, take your phone." Qin Jue suddenly laughed and said softly, "Oh, I'm greedy if there are any delicious pastries."

Zhang Ming thought of the weight of the old man opposite him, and his face inevitably twisted after hearing this, but it was only a few seconds.
To be continued...