Rebirth of the live national male god

Chapter 403 The TV Shows Really Are Deceitful
Mo Ran bent her lips, and suddenly pulled out a disposable mask from the mask box on the car, her eyes dimmed:

"Go home and change into women's clothes, let's go to the night market!"

"Night market?" For a certain man in the upper reaches,

Such things as night markets are simply unheard of.

Mo Ran nodded affirmatively:

"Well, the night market."

While speaking, she also flipped through the phone map.

After all, he is a child of a stranger,

In the previous life, the mother and daughter had never treated her harshly in terms of odd flowers in order to deliberately create the image of her second-generation ancestor.

So she has never been to places like the night market.

It's just that in the few idol dramas I watched back then, I saw those commoner girls taking their domineering boyfriends to go shopping.

Although she is quite contemptuous of that kind of drama now,
But I still remember the scene of visiting the night market inside.

I just don't know if the things that the heroines of TV dramas like are also suitable for her...

Driving all the way home, the two didn't have dinner at home, so they changed their clothes and went out.

It's women's clothing, but it's actually a T-shirt with denim.

But the same clothes, put on a wig, and then untie the corset, the effect of the upper body is completely different.

Of course, masks are still required.

After all, this face has not changed, so it would be bad if it aroused some strange guesses from everyone.

As for Yi Beichen, he changed from a suit to a casual outfit,
It also has a bit of a big boy's temperament.

Before going out, Mo Ran hesitated for a few seconds whether to take the bus or not.

In the end, I chose to give up——

It's just a night market, there's no need to fight for seats with those who just got off work,

There's no need to have trouble with yourself...

Park your car at the parking lot of the building not far from the night market,
The two walked to the streets of the night market hand in hand.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Mo Ran paused.

Yi Beichen stopped, and tilted his head in doubt:

"what happened?"

"..." Mo Ran sighed softly and shook his head:

"Sure enough, the TV dramas are all deceptive. It's hard to walk in this kind of place, so how can there be any chasing and fighting?"

Yi Beichen: ...

Ranran wants to chase and fight with him?
Why is he somewhat incapable of imagining that scene?
When Mo Ran turned around, what he saw happened to be the tangle on his face that even the mask couldn't cover.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and was about to ask him,

I saw the man looked at her with a dreamy face:
"Then shall we go to the amusement park?"

Moran:? ? ?
Silently recalling what he said just now, he probably understood something.

The corner of the mouth hidden under the mask twitched slightly, and Mo Ran pulled him back to walk:

"This kind of naive, pure and lively girl preference really doesn't suit me."

Yi Beichen:? ? ?

How did the topic become like this?
Before he could figure it out, Mo Ran turned his head to look at him:
"Can you imagine me sitting on a merry-go-round with a bouquet of balloons or ice cream in a floral dress and smiling innocently?"

Yi Beichen: ...

Salted fish in the live broadcast room: ...

terrible.

"[Challenge the limit]: I have always liked to challenge my own limit in various ways, but I suddenly discovered that the picture you mentioned, the anchor, is the one that breaks the limit of my imagination the most!"

Ignoring the complaints from the salted fish in the live broadcast room, Mo Ran smiled slightly:
"It's scary and supernatural when you think about it, right?"

The man nodded obediently——

Not only is it a horror, Yi Beichen feels that the possibility of the end of the world is much greater than the possibility of such a picture appearing in front of him.

(End of this chapter)