The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1172 Who dares to touch my candy (42)

Even if one day someone sees Gao Qing and Yuan Chao hiding on the rooftop smoking a cigarette.

Witnesses will only doubt their own eyes, but will not suspect that there is something wrong with Yuan Chao's conduct.

This is the prestige that Yuan Chao has established in everyone's hearts after being the president of the student union for more than a year.

On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Jiang Tang went to the street to buy melon seeds, pomegranates and moon cakes, and was waiting to worship the moon on the day of Mid-Autumn Festival.

That night, a round silver plate hung quietly in the sky, exuding soft and bright light, like the water sleeves waving by a fairy, quiet and gentle.

On the balcony, a small table was filled with melon and fruit snacks, and there was a buzzing sound from the TV. Jiang Tang held a handful of melon seeds and kowtowed quietly, watching the sketches on the TV, laughing out loud from time to time.

In the room, except for this small corner, other places were silent.

Yuan Chao's phone call just came, and the orchestra had to rehearse, saying that it was going to represent the school to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala of the city's TV station.

Just go, Jiang Tang lay reclined on the sofa, chatting with Banban with drooping eyelids.

"Do your robots celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

While Banban was drinking, Jiang Tang grabbed the beer bottle and clinked glasses with him, and drank freely with his head raised.

Comfortable.

"However, this is a festival for humans on Earth, so what does it have to do with us?"

"That's right, I didn't know before that there are such things as festivals in this world. After living for a long time, there is nothing to commemorate."

Ban Ban looked at Jiang Tang's face and asked with a frown.

"If you're homesick, hurry up and complete the task. Whether you succeed or not depends on the results of this world. You must cheer up, you know?"

"Tsk, what kind of shit mission are you doing?"

Jiang Tang let out a "bah" and spat out the melon seed shell in his mouth.

"You don't care about his mission, anyway, you can't give up halfway like in the last world!"

Seeing that Jiang Tang was still expressionless and unresponsive, Banban felt anxious.

"Jiang Tang, I'm not bluffing you this time. Judging from the current overall mission progress, whether you can leave the virtual world early and return to reality depends on the success or failure of this last mission! No matter what, you must It must be completed, do you hear me? It must be completed!"

Ban Ban didn't even change the voice, and used the original voice directly.

The old-fashioned childish voice is extremely immature, but every accented character shows his eagerness and tension.

Jiang Tang is smart, he doesn't bother to hide anything anymore.

As long as she can realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Okay, got it."

Jiang Tang turned over, changed into a comfortable position, and then lay down.

Banban bit her finger, always afraid that Jiang Tang would not follow the routine.

In the previous world, she was allowed to mess around, but this...
Not only is it about her life and death, but also his freedom, and a little bit of mechanical heart, but it's all in one blow.

The dew is thick in early autumn, and the moon hangs on the willow branches.

On the TV, two actors, one fat and one thin, were still trying their best to amuse, but Jiang Tang had already closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The phone in the bedroom suddenly turned on and vibrated again and again.

Caller ID: Chao Chao.

In the studio at this time.

After the rehearsal was over, Yuan Chao stood in the dark corridor, calling Jiang Tang's number over and over again.

The young man was wearing a black T-shirt and black trousers. He was tall and slender, with a string of complicated silver chains hanging around his neck, and a string of dark spike bracelets on his slender white wrists.

He stared at the phone screen, watching quietly.

The darkness covered his face, leaving only the sound of shallow breathing.

(End of this chapter)