Love Apartment: South Wind Passage.

Chapter 688 Zeng Xiaoxian's Live Broadcast Accident
Nanfeng stared at Zeng Xiaoxian, who was daydreaming, with a dazed look in his eyes and in a daze, then turned his head to look at Zhang Wei who was being carried back to the apartment by them.

He suddenly felt pain in his trigeminal nerve.

If I had known that winning the lottery would lead to such troubles, I might as well...

Forget it, there is no such thing as “not as good as”. This is the prize that I won with great luck, how can I just refuse it?

And this is not a small amount of money, it’s 50,000 yuan.

Even if the 3603% personal income tax is deducted from the prize, I will still get yuan, which is enough to pay 's rent for five months.

Relax, relax, just think of these troubles in front of you as the conservation of luck after you won the lottery.

While Nanfeng was thinking about this, Guan Gu had already started pushing Zeng Xiaoxian.

"Teacher Zeng!"

"Teacher Zeng!"

"what?"

Zeng Xiaoxian's old single-threaded CPU crashes quickly and restarts quickly too.

He scratched his head sheepishly: "So I was daydreaming again just now?"

"Ah."

Nanfeng and the other two nodded.

Guan Gu said to Zeng Xiaoxian, "Teacher Zeng, we carried Zhang Wei back to the apartment just to ask you what people like you who have a dead brain were thinking at the time, and what methods should we use to wake Zhang Wei up."

"Oh, I see."

Xiaoxian suddenly understood, but then he asked in confusion: "But why are you asking me? Guan Gu, when you have no inspiration for painting, don't you often daydream and think about it?"

"But even if I am in a daze, the random thoughts in my head won't prevent me from moving freely."

"Ok."

Xiaoxian crossed his legs and said with great excitement, "Since the three of you have come up with no ideas, I, Zhuge Liang, have to take action."

Ziqiao raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Teacher Zeng, please don't be so confident.

"If you come up with a good idea, you are Zhuge Liang. If it doesn't work, you are at most Ma Su."

"Be bold!"

Zeng Xiaoxian glared at Ziqiao pretentiously and said, "Don't disturb me while I'm thinking of a countermeasure!"

"Good good."

Ziqiao silently stretched out his hand, indicating that he should continue thinking.

Zeng Xiaoxian smiled with satisfaction upon seeing this. He stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

"correct!"

Xiaoxian's eyes suddenly lit up, he stood up and clapped his hands: "I figured it out!"

Nan Feng raised his head and asked excitedly, "Teacher Zeng, do you have a solution?"

"No."

Xiaoxian looked at Nanfeng, his small eyes now widened and rounded: "So, Nanfeng, you really won 50,000 yuan?!!"

The excited expression on Nan Feng's face froze, he nodded, and admitted without hesitation: "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zeng Xiaoxian's mouth opened wider and wider in shock.

Just when Nanfeng and the other two thought Xiaoxian’s brain was going to fail again, he unexpectedly burst into tears.

"Wow~~~
"Bullying! This is really bullying!

"I won't live anymore! I won't live anymore!"

He sat back down in his original position, buried his head in Guan Gu's arms, and cried at the top of his lungs without shedding any tears.

Nanfeng was stunned when he saw this. He was completely dumbfounded and almost became as stunned as Zhang Wei.

He couldn't help but exclaimed, "No, Zhang Wei was only one step away from 50,000 yuan and he didn't cry, why are you crying, Teacher Zeng?"

"Nanfeng, you lucky European emperor, I don't want to talk to you!"

Zeng Xiaoxian buried his head in Guan Gu's chest and cried loudly, "This world is so unfair. You, Nanfeng, have never bought a lottery ticket, but now you can win a prize just by scratching a free scratch ticket.

“But what about me?

“Ever since I started working as a radio host, I have bought a lottery ticket every week in the hope that I could become rich overnight.

"In the end, I bought it for so many years, but I didn't win a single cent!"

"This……"

Nan Feng looked at Zeng Xiaoxian with sympathy: "Teacher Zeng, have you really never won a penny?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: (⊙﹏⊙)……

"If buying lottery tickets is a game, you don't even have benefits for newcomers?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: (⊙﹏⊙)……

"It's fine if there are no new member benefits, but there's no guaranteed minimum?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: (⊙﹏⊙)……

Nanfeng sighed, he stood up, sat next to Zeng Xiaoxian and patted Xiaoxian on the shoulder.

"It's okay, Mr. Zeng. Even if you don't have these... I do!"

He stretched himself and asked in a sly way, imitating Zeng Xiaoxian's behavior: "How is it, do you smell the strong luck from the European Emperor?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: (╯▔ dishes▔)╯! ! !
"Go, go, go! Go to hell!"

Zeng Xiaoxian sat up straight and pushed Nanfeng with disdain: "Can't you let an old black man like me vent my sadness?"

"Teacher Zeng."

Nan Feng said very seriously: "I understand why Teacher Xian said before that you always spend money on messy things.

"Why don't you use the money to buy something else? Why do you have to buy lottery tickets?
"You are a high-level intellectual after all. Don't you understand how low the probability of becoming rich overnight by buying lottery tickets is?"

"I know."

Xiaoxian sighed: "I am already 28 this year, and I will be 29 next year and will be 30 soon.

"Before I turn 30, I have to either become rich or famous."

Ziqiao curled his lips when he heard this: "Teacher Zeng, you're making it sound like all men in the world can become rich and famous before the age of 30." "But I'm different. I was very smart when I was a kid. I was a famous good student in the area. Everyone thought I would be very successful when I grew up."

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his head high, with a rare confidence and enthusiasm in his eyes.

However, within three seconds, he hunched over again and said without confidence: "But I am just an ordinary person now."

"What's wrong with ordinary people?"

Ziqiao said earnestly: "Teacher Zeng, you must learn to cherish your ordinariness.

"Because this ordinariness at least proves that you have been healthy and free from disasters for the past 28 years. You are extremely lucky."

He was just about to continue comforting Zeng Xiaoxian, but Ziqiao's eyebrows immediately raised as if he had thought of something.

"Hiss... I was almost tricked by you."

Zi Qiao gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher Zeng, you are nothing but an ordinary person!"

"correct."

Guan Gu also counted on his fingers and said, "You are now a TV host and the deputy director of the channel, which means you have entered the management level.

“The most important thing is that you have a radio program that keeps breaking records. I don’t know if you will become famous, Mr. Zeng.

"But you and [Your Moon, My Heart] will definitely be recorded in the history of the radio station, for future generations to admire and worship."

Guan Gu said this and put his hands together, making a gesture of worship.

[Let's talk about the Palace of Mental Cultivation first, and then we'll worship the waterfall and soak ourselves...]

Guan Gu and the other two looked in surprise at Nan Feng who was singing for no apparent reason.

Nan Feng scratched his head and smiled: "I just suddenly felt that this song and your actions just now are quite suitable."

"Ugh."

It would have been fine if Guan Gu didn’t mention “Your Moon My Heart”, but after he mentioned it, Xiaoxian sighed even harder.

Xiaoxian raised his eyes and asked, "Did you listen to my show last night?"

Nan Feng blinked when he heard this and answered irrelevantly: "I have been sleeping well recently."

Zeng Xiaoxian's face suddenly darkened: "That's not a sleep-aid program!"

"Forehead……"

Guan Gu hesitated for a moment and smiled ingratiatingly: "Teacher Zeng, your program..."

“The music is beautiful, the content is substantial, the theme is clear and fascinating.”

Ziqiao added from the side.

"Yeah!"

Guan Gu quickly repeated Ziqiao's words: "The music is beautiful, the content is substantial, the theme is clear, and it is fascinating. We want to listen to it again."

"You're lying. I know there's no one in the apartment who would listen to my show."

Nanfeng and the other two shrugged helplessly: "Why are you asking?"

"Ugh."

Zeng Xiaoxian continued to sigh, "Something went wrong during my show yesterday. I know it's not good, but I couldn't help it..."

"I……"

He frowned, looking as if he couldn't bear to look back.

"oops!"

Zi Qiao narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you curse?"

"It's worse, I..."

Xiaoxian wanted to say something but stopped himself. Upon hearing what he said, Nanfeng and the other two quickly sat up straight.

There are not many things worse than cursing people on a live broadcast. Could it be that Mr. Zeng has lost his mind and cursed his superiors on the show, or said something with distorted values?

That shouldn’t be the case. Teacher Zeng has always been quite timid.

Could it be that... the microphone is not turned off?
In any case, if this kind of thing, which is worse than swearing during a live broadcast, is not handled properly, it will seriously affect Teacher Zeng's future.

"I……"

Facing the concerned gazes of the three people, Zeng Xiaoxian clenched his fist and pounded his thigh hard.

“I have the hiccups!”

"Oh my god, this is serious!"

"Yeah, I actually hiccuped!"

"Oh my god, this is a big deal!"

Before Nanfeng and the other two could react to what Xiaoxian meant, their worried words had already come out of their mouths.

Nan Feng sat up straight and said to Zeng Xiaoxian in dissatisfaction: "Teacher Zeng, you really don't treat us as friends. Why did you wait until now to tell us about such a big thing?

"This hiccup..."

"Tsk."

Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, and Ziqiao and Guan Gu also reacted.

They looked at Zeng Xiaoxian in disbelief and asked word by word: "Burp! Burp!"

Xiaoxian complained, "Don't you think it's embarrassing? I didn't burp in the morning or in the evening, but I burped during the live broadcast.

"And once the hiccups start, they can't be stopped. This is really..."

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you three going?"

Xiaoxian looked at Nanfeng, Guan Gu, and Ziqiao in astonishment as they stood up and left without any expression. He shouted at the top of his voice, "I'm not kidding you, this matter is really serious.

"Can you please respect me a little? What on earth are you going to do?"

"Us?"

Nan Feng and the other two smiled coldly, then turned to Zeng Xiaoxian and shouted fiercely, "We are going to...

“Hiccups!!!”

(End of this chapter)