This is a normal working day.

Mr. Wang, who was dili, sat in the office where he could hold three table tennis tables, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the fog floating upwards, thinking in his heart.

Outside the window is a blue sky. At first glance, I feel like the world is in my hands, which makes people unconsciously feel a passion for struggle.

However, this was the illusion he had only when he came to this office for the first time. He got used to it and felt that the scenery was just like that. Fortunately, there was no strong wind in the capital, otherwise he would be afraid that the building would be blown down.

Maybe after looking out the window for a long time, his spine was a little tilted. Mr. Wang changed his position and the coffee in his hand was less hot. He took a sip and said, "Well, it's a bit bitter. Has the assistant been heartbroken recently? The coffee is getting more and more bitter."

Mr. Wang thought to himself.

Yu Guang glanced at the electronic clock on the table. It was already ten o'clock and he had not turned on the computer.

Then wait a little longer and work after drinking this cup of coffee.

Just as I thought about it, the phone rang and it was an assistant.

The voice was a little excited.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Su reposted Jiujiu's live broadcast with a scarf."

As soon as Mr. Su's three sons came out, Mr. Wang immediately knew who it was. However, this nine-nine made Mr. Wang think for a long time.

It was also the assistant reminded that Mr. Wang then remembered that Jiujiu was what he had ordered to treat Cen Ran well and not neglect him.

Mr. Wang looked at most of the coffee and sighed in his heart. He hated that the itinerary he arranged was disrupted, but he still turned on the computer with his fate. There was no way, man was killed by money and birds died for food. This is an eternal truth. So what about the boss? It’s not just the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. At most, there are more Rolex Prada and red wine dresses.

When you open the dili, you will see the live broadcast that was pushed onto the banner. This is a system mechanism. Once it breaks through a certain critical point, it will automatically recommend it to ensure fairness and justice.

The assistant didn't say anything, obviously waiting for Mr. Wang's orders.

Mr. Wang watched the live broadcast and didn't say anything. After a long time, he said, "How come this banner slides left and right? There is no big up-selling video today, right?"

The assistant immediately understood and hung up the phone. After hanging up the phone, he immediately called the technical department and immediately gave the biggest popular recommendation position to the homepage. The recommended one was Cen Ran’s live broadcast room.

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"Lao An, how are you doing these days? What research have you been doing recently?"

"Hmm? Lao An, what's wrong with you? Why don't you talk?"

"Oh oh oh, my throat is broken, and it's winter is coming soon. You should pay attention to your health. Although academic research is important, your health is more important."

"Oh, Lao An, this is your student. He looks so sensual, he just looks familiar... Why don't you pay attention to me?"

"Is my throat hoarse? Come on, I have throat lozenges here, I am really old. I'm not doing well recently. I just said a little more and my throat is not doing well. I have asked for a few days off recently."

“…”

Conversations like this continue.

An Huai's hands were almost waving his soreness, and he finally sent the old guys who came over to chat.

But An Huai could still vaguely feel the envious gaze projected by the people around him.

An Huai was both proud and helpless in his heart.

Before the live broadcast, Cen Ran said: Teacher, I don’t open an account with my own name, so now no one in the live broadcast room knows that the anchor is Cen Ran.

An Huai understood it all at once. Although he didn't understand Cen Ran's approach very well, he still tried not to make any sound and cooperated with the fact that Cen Ran's identity was not exposed.

He was pitiful to the old professor who had been engaged in research for almost his whole life and had to think of ways to pretend that his throat was sore and could not speak. Occasionally, a few gazes swept over, and An Huai felt a tightness in his heart and completely stopped talking to Cen Ran. In less than half an hour, there was a thin layer of sweat behind An Huai. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, thinking: The actors don’t seem to be a simple job, and acting is also very tiring, especially if it is a test of people to act well.

Fortunately, this kind of greeting was almost gone when it was fifteen minutes before the ceremony was about to be awarded.

An Huai sat in the fifth row, and the front rows were all famous figures in the academic world, and they were also the people An Huai dreamed of becoming.

Amid a solemn and solemn singing, an old man walked onto the stage paved on the red carpet in the middle with a crutch. The old man was about 80 years old, his hair was already gray, but his spirit was very good. Time left a lot of traces on his face, but only those eyes were firm and firm, as if they were never tired, they were always flirting, very bright, like a lighthouse pointed out in the night.

An Huai, who was beside him, unconsciously sat upright, his eyes kept on the old man, with respect and admiration.

Cen Ran took the time to look at the barrage.

Since the broadcast started, Cen Ran has never said a word, but more and more people have been broadcasting. Cen Ran is not blind, so he naturally saw those barrage, from Su Jing, from Qiqi, from Xu Yu, and from Xu Tian...

However, if you know that Cen Ran is just Jiujiu, you can make it clear with just one finger, how did the others guess it?

Cen Ran didn't understand it, but at this time the old man had already walked to the microphone in the middle of the stage.

There is no sensational words, no preparation.

The old man first closed his eyes, then opened it suddenly, "I'm a little disappointed..."

Cen Ran was stunned.

This should have been the old man's publication, but I didn't expect it to be such a tone.

The barrage seemed to pause because of the old man's words, and then there was a huge discussion.

"What does Professor Zhu mean?"

"I was confused, but for some reason, when I looked at Professor Zhu through the screen, I remembered that I didn't do well in the exam when I was a child. Although my parents didn't say anything, they used the illusion that I was very disappointed with you, and it was very uncomfortable."

"I am the same as me. Anyway, I just feel a sense of indescribable shame, it's really strange."

"I'm a little afraid to look at Professor Zhu's eyes, but clearly... I'm just watching through the screen..."

Most of the people present did not expect that Professor Zhu did not report on his achievements, but rather such a stupid sentence.

The scene became a little noisy.

Professor Zhu ignored it, and didn't know if it was Cen Ran's illusion. She always felt that Professor Zhu seemed to have glanced at here.

"...A few days ago, I received a video from a friend. It was not long, but just asking what the child wants to be when he grows up..."

Professor Zhu's voice was very calm, as if he was just narrating.

However, An Huai, who was standing aside, made some noise. Cen Ran turned his head and saw An Huai's chest fluctuating violently, and he looked at Professor Zhu with a look that looked almost at the gods.


Chapter completed!