Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 38 Yan Zhi Li
The next morning at ten o'clock, the sun was shining brightly.

Meng Ziyi, the rotating dock manager, jumped onto the stone platform in ten-centimeter high heels, her coral-colored scarf fluttering in the wind, and she raised her hand as if she was opening a Broadway show.

"family!"

She swept her fingertips across the three groups of people in the audience, with a general-like demeanor.

"Sister Su Mang is leading the retro disco group, Sister Xueqin is taking the heartwarming storyline, and our group..."

Her coral-colored nails tapped the huge peach forest photo behind her. She raised her hand and ran her fingers through the top of her hair to push it back, revealing a confident smile.

"Go for the beauty-critical route!"

There was an immediate burst of booing at the scene.

Although it is true, why does it make people feel so annoyed when you say it?

Today, guests from Taohuawu will help villagers conduct an online live broadcast to help farmers. Jiang Qing still did not participate, but agreed to go to the scene to help under the siege of Meng Ziyi and Zhou Ye.

"Let's see which house has the highest sales volume today!"

Meng Ziyi ignored the boos from the crowd and continued to work with a smile. The black suit she put on made her look like a strong career woman.

Of course, it would be better if she didn't keep covering her mouth while laughing.

The scene soon became busy, and the guests from the three houses began to actively prepare.

Jiang Qing leaned against the pavilion's pillars with his arms folded, watching Zhang Han being pushed by Lai Guanlin in front of a pink heart-shaped KT board for a light test.

As the sunlight slashed across the side of his face, Zhou Ye suddenly poked his head out from behind him.

"Jiang Qing, why don't you try live streaming?"

"It's actually quite fun, and since you're so handsome, you might even become famous."

Her eyes were filled with anticipation, and deep down she really wanted Jiang Qing to participate in the live broadcast.

What if Jiang Qing becomes famous? Maybe he will slowly change his mind with his popularity?
"I can't. I'm not very good at talking."

Jiang Qing looked at her with a frown and started talking.

Zhou Ye rolled his eyes at him unhappily, with an angry expression.

Everything else is fine, but after spending so many days together, everyone knows that he is very good at talking.

Either don't speak at all, or if you do speak, leave people speechless.

"Come here quickly, Xiaoye, our live broadcast has begun."

"Well, Jiang Qing, please help us move three boxes of peaches at different ripeness stages. We'll be displaying them later."

Meng Ziyi looked at the two people from afar and started gossiping again, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Come on, come on!"

"Then I'll go over first."

Zhou Ye waved to Meng Ziyi, said hello to Jiang Qing, and trotted over.

In order to achieve a sense of reality, they set up a tent in front of the peach forest to broadcast the live broadcast.

Jiang Qing looked at Zhou Ye's cheerful back, smiled, and shook his head slightly.

Then he walked towards the tricycle loaded with peaches.

"Handsome guys and beautiful girls in the live studio, look at this peach!"

Meng Ziyi held up a palm-sized peach to the camera, pinching the blushing peel with her coral-colored nails.

"Freshly picked at five in the morning, still covered in dew!"

Zhou Ye handed over the fruit plate at the right time, and the sharp blade cut through the pink and white flesh, oozing out honey.

"Han Ge, say a few words."

Meng Ziyi looked at Zhang Han, who was standing beside her with a fake smile on his face, and signaled him to make a bubble.

After all, he is the most famous among this group of people.

"Hey, hello everyone, I'm Zhang Han."

"This peach is so sweet..."

Seeing him sitting stiffly and looking uncomfortable, Meng Ziyi rolled his eyes secretly.

Why do idols have such a heavy burden?

Soon, following her eye signal, Lai Guanlin also stepped forward to the camera.

The barrage of comments instantly exploded. After all, Zhang Han was still well-known, and the screen was filled with "Pond Master" scrolling rapidly.

Seeing that the live broadcast room was so lively, Meng Ziyi was just about to open his mouth to cheer up the atmosphere when Lai Guanlin suddenly pointed at the edge of the screen and exclaimed.

"Sister Meng! Behind!"

Jiang Qing, passing by with a peach crate in his arms, happened to turn sideways. The sunlight carved a sharp line along his brow. His sweat-soaked hair fell behind his eyes, and his chiseled profile seemed to be coated with a faint golden glow. The barrage of comments suddenly paused for two seconds, then erupted violently like a blowout!
"Who are you, handsome boy?!"

"Three seconds! I want all the information about this man!"

"Who is this!!! Don't tell me that porters are this handsome now!"

"Sister, turn the camera away!!!"

"The lines of those arms! Hiss, hiss!"

"I feel like he's no worse than the pond owner, and his temperament seems to be even better!"

"The composition and lighting are amazing! Show some of his face!"

“I think I saw my husband!!!”

……

"Oh, what's wrong with this generation of netizens?"

Meng Ziyi quickly blocked the camera, poking the screen with her coral-colored nails to pretend to be angry.

"We agreed to come see the peaches, so why did you bring a wall climber?"

She turned around and waved at Jiang Qing, signaling him to hurry up, but she kept talking.

"Want to see a handsome guy? Isn't our Han brother handsome? Isn't Xiao Lai youthful and energetic?"

Jiang Qing in the distance didn't take it seriously at all. His face couldn't be seen from this angle, and when he bent down, the hem of his T-shirt lifted up, revealing the dazzling outline of his abdominal muscles.

The barrage of comments suddenly passed by with a message saying “The screenshot button is broken.”

Zhou Ye held back his laughter and turned the camera towards the peach forest, finally diverting the attention of the audience in the live broadcast room.

At the same time, the TV series "The Year of Fighting" was filmed.

Chen Duling's fingers holding the phone suddenly tightened.

The makeup mirror reflected her cool face, and she looked very capable in her professional suit.

The glimpse of the profile in the live broadcast overlapped with her memory, and the figure standing at the third debater of the opposing side emerged in her mind.

“Artificial intelligence is not a replacement, but a mirror of human cognition.”

As the host, she stood at the podium, watching the tall figure looking around at everyone with high spirits.

“When our fear is replaced, what we are truly afraid of is the mirror that reflects our own limitations.”

There was rare applause from the judges.

The first speaker of the affirmative team stood up with his face flushed and slammed the table.

"You're just sophistry! If you say that, humans should just become pets for AI..."

"The intensity of a sound wave is inversely proportional to its truth content."

The young man rested his hands on the table, a relaxed smile on his face.

"It's like you turned up the decibel level by two degrees..."

He suddenly turned to face the podium, a smile spreading across his nose.

"Truth is not like our host's hair, which sways with emotion to give the correct answer."

Amidst the laughter of the whole audience, she hurriedly held onto the podium. She remembered that her earlobes were frighteningly hot.

The spotlight cast a halo on his white shirt as he tapped the microphone.

"Of course, if you must assign value to emotions..."

He paused and looked over again with a carefree smile.

"Please allow me to quote the pun from the Yan family motto and ask for off-stage support from host Chen, who dominated the audience with his good looks."

"Just having a loud voice is useless, unless you are like our host Chen..."

"Yan Zhi is reasonable."

The whole audience immediately burst into thunderous applause, mixed with some good-natured cheering.

She had long lost the ability to speak and could only meet his bright gaze and try to maintain a smile on her face.

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"It turns out that five years have passed."

After coming to his senses, Chen Duling looked towards the live broadcast room where the man was no longer there and whispered softly.

At the end of the debate that day, she wrote a sentence in her diary.

"I seem to have met a person who is as gentle as the breeze and bright as the moon."

(End of this chapter)