Master Lu, Come On

"Take my things and copy so openly, should I say you are stupid or brave?"

The organizers are also stupid. They just ask a few questions and then tear them up. Many links behind them are directly ignored. Why don't they play according to the routine?

On the stage, Wu Chen is holding the microphone, and her palms exude a little sweat. She looks at the person standing by. A mask almost covers most of her face. Her hair is falling, the light is changing, and her eyebrows and eyes are more and more clear. She didn't see clearly just now, but now she knows it. She is almost heartbroken!

How... Could it be her?

Wu Chen stands on the stage, her face under the mask is very white. She holds the microphone and shakes her mouth. She can't say a word for a long time, and the fans below are already shouting,

"Who can say that Wuchen copied her? Is that too much to be ashamed of? "

"You can take off your mask!"

"Empty mouthed and white toothed, bring out the evidence!"

The dust-free fans are clamoring fiercely, and Tang Luo's fans are also furious,

"Put on a mask and pretend to be a ghost. You have the ability to take it down!"

"A thief shouts to catch a thief. Don't cry if you hit him in the face for a while!"

"For live broadcasting, sugar is more noble than dust-free. At least it won't cost fans money!"

.....

There was a lot of noise under the stage, and the host called several times before he managed to calm down. He wiped the sweat on his forehead, which was completely different from the original stage. How could it go on?

On the stage, Tang Luo slowly took off his mask, put some powder on his face, and his eyes became more and more delicate. Because he had been wearing the mask for a long time, his cheeks were a little red. With the light in his eyes, he looked like a peach blossom face in March.

Because of all kinds of things a while ago, Tang Luo's popularity suddenly went up. Many people knew her. She was also a contract writer of the new school before. Although the number was small, the quality was absolutely guaranteed, and she also accumulated a certain number of fans. At this time, she suddenly said that she plagiarized, and the people on the scene were a little confused.

"Is it Tang Luo? Am I blind? "

"No wonder Mr. Lu is here today. I'm running to my daughter-in-law!"

"Wu Chen was just staring at a man with a wife. He had a bad intention!"

"I said, how can a company as big as Xinpai defend a plagiarist?"

...

At this time, the dust-free fans are also muddled. The plagiarist is Tang Luo, who plagiarizes himself?

Everyone looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do.

Ning Xin stands under the stage, a little worried. Tang Luo's words make her intuition that Wu Chen must be someone they know. But after thinking about it, she has no idea. She can't wait to see what Wu Chen looks like!

Tang Luo put the mask into his pocket, held the microphone, looked at the woman with the mask not far away, and said something to cool everyone in the room,

"Long time no see."

"I didn't expect it would be such an occasion for us to meet again."

"It seems that those days in prison were not enough to sober you up!"

Acquaintances?

prison?

What happened?

”You... You... "Wuchen seemed to want to say something, but her fingers suddenly trembled, and her palms were full of sweat. The microphone didn't hold, and she slipped from her hand and knocked on the ground." Zi - "electric current sound, as if to pierce people's eardrum.

The microphone is impartial, just rolling to the foot of don, she said

He stooped to pick it up and walked straight to the dust-free road.

Tang Luo!

How could it be her!

Wu Chen stood on the stage, his feet seemed to be trapped in the swamp, unable to move, his head was confused. When he walked in, his body instinctively shrunk and retreated, but he stepped on the skirt, his center of gravity was unstable, and almost fell down!

A hand quickly reached over and held her wrist!

Her hands are warm, but it seems that there is a fire around her wrist. The hot tip of her heart is trembling. She subconsciously wants to shake her hand, but her heart is very guilty and her strength is not big, so she didn't shake it off.

"Thank you for your help?"

Tang Luo's voice is full of smile, but his eyes are lazy and indifferent, slightly squinting, like a cunning fox.

With the most exquisite mind, and the sharpest claws.

"Thank you, thank you."

She struggled hard, Tang Luo also released his hand, wrist loomed a circle of thin red marks.

"You..." Tang Luo smiles, "still as timid as before!"

"What's the matter now?"

"Don't dare to see people with masks?"

Wu Chen didn't speak. She was in a panic.

"Take it."

Tang Luo gave her the microphone. "We've known each other for a long time. When we see our old friend, are you still wearing a mask?"

"I don't know you!"

Dust free voice through the microphone, although strong pressure, but many people obviously feel her voice shaking.

The sound came out of the stereo and almost magnified her inner fear.

"No? You have such a bad memory? "

"How many years have passed?"

”Forget me, but don't forget to use my things“

"It seems that those days in prison haven't made you realize what reality is!"

Suddenly a man rushed up from below, "what are you doing? Wuchen has already said that he doesn't know you. You are the one who plagiarizes. It's too arrogant! "

Tang Luo sweeps his eyes. This person should be from the dust-free studio.

They are the people on the same boat. After dust-free, a group of them have to lose their jobs.

"Even if you are Tang Luo, you can't be so aggressive!"

"It's just that there's a new school behind it. What's your strength?"

"Wuchen can come to this step completely by herself. What qualifications do you have to say about her?"

At the bottom, Chen Zhou could not help but stood up and rushed to the stage,

"Who is arrogant? I've been on stage for so long and I'm wearing a mask. I don't respect people, do I? "

"If you say others plagiarize, do you have evidence? You can't say a word for a long time. Isn't it because you feel guilty and can't say anything? "

"In the online brush sense of existence when pretending to be poor, how don't want to use other people's things, sooner or later will be exposed?"

"If you use it, keep a low profile and make it so public. Don't look too ugly!"

Chen Zhou's personality is very open. After watching it off stage for so long, he can't bear it any longer.

At the bottom, a security guard wanted to rush up. As soon as he moved, he was subdued by the people arranged by Ren Xu.

When the organizer saw this posture, he was flustered and sweating. The heat didn't rub well, so he put himself in it!

It's too late to complain!

"Who is this man?"

"It's not guilty to be told that you don't refute it. What is it?"

"The dust free clamour for so long, oneself is plagiarizing, also too mysterious?"

..

At the bottom, no dust fans dare not make a sound, because Tang Luo and Chen Zhou's confidence is too strong, and no dust blindly avoid, at this time, it seems to have nothing to do with magnanimous, properly guilty!

The person in the studio was about to open his mouth when Wu Chen pressed him down, "stop talking!"

She clasped people's wrists, and her feet moved back, trying to go up and down one of the stairs.

"Stop!"

(end of this chapter)