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Chapter 45 The Black Fanhead in the Live Room
At the door, the producer of "11:30" has already stood at the door and waited for a while.

After entering the room and getting all the equipment ready, Fang Yimeng went to the bathroom to wash up as before.

It's just that she came out again this time today. She honestly wore a loose sleepy round neckline with a pink and tender bunny printed on it, making Fang Yimeng, who was usually in full swing as a royal sister, become as soft as a little girl. Soft temperament.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with a pure white pillow in his arms, he watched the numbers in the live broadcast room jumping into the audience by tens of hundreds.

When the number of people almost reached the thousands, Fang Yimeng pulled back the broken hair on the sideburns, looked at the camera with a smile, and waved towards the screen.

"Long time no see, stinky treasures~"

Sister emo's black fan leader: "I haven't seen emo in the hot search recently. See you in the live broadcast room this time. It feels like it's been several months."

Supporting the sky of Chaohua's black fans: "When I reviewed the live broadcast a few days ago, I realized that emo called us stinky treasures, huh!!! Angry"

"I call you stinky treasures, don't you count 123 in your heart? Whose fans are dancing in front of the master with the title of black fan?"

Fang Yimeng's voice was sweet, with a sweet tone but also an indifferent tone, vetoing their resistance.

At this moment, the bullet screen was full of decadent resistance.

The scene was interesting for a while, and Fang Yimeng couldn't help laughing a few times.

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room gradually heated up, and Fang Yimeng raised her head tacitly to look at the Miss Producer at the back.

The latter looked at Fang Yimeng gratefully.

Since the last time I returned to the company to review the materials, the producer lady learned how happy she was in Fang Yimeng's group.

Liao Ran's group and the producers of the group couldn't even get into the room at first, so they could only rely on the live broadcast room to observe the progress, and they also needed to rely on WeChat for the communication link. It can be said that the distance is super long, which made them at a loss.

In addition, many artists and stars in other groups are unwilling to interact with fans in the live broadcast. As a result, the live broadcast room was very dull at the beginning. Their producers were originally only here to supervise the progress, but they suddenly became theirs. The live broadcast agent is average, and the atmosphere of the live broadcast must be enhanced.

The young lady held the script and looked at the smiling Fang Yimeng skillfully interacting with the camera, and even remembered to cue the live broadcast process, so she took the initiative to come to her.

Such a fairy artist, don't be too nice!
"The winning group of the live broadcast last time won a mysterious sleep assistant, but before again, they need to do a few small games. The audience needs to pay attention to the questions released by the official blog and conduct questions and answers. The audience who gets the first question and answer, we will ask her The origin of the fans, so as to add one point to the artist, and the artist with the highest points will be the best MVP of the show, and there will be a mysterious gift for the artist~"

The producer's sister is very fluent. When she finished the task, Fang Yimeng very cooperatively opened her mobile phone to search the page of the official blog, and displayed it in front of the camera to signal that everyone can pay attention.

For such a small detail, the little sister who knows the blessing in the blessing once again pouted with emotion.

The interaction with fans on the official blog is another buzz. Fang Yimeng made enough preparations today, first took out her ipad to explain the benefits of going to bed early, and even advocated going to bed early and getting up early, occasionally interacting with the live barrage.

Few people sent gifts today, Fang Yimeng was very happy.

In a short time, it was eleven o'clock.

The producer lady looked down at her phone, probably checking the results.

Fang Yimeng turned off the lights in the room on time and on time, leaving a dim light on the bedside, and once again created a warm atmosphere in the live broadcast room.

The only difference this time was that Fang Yimeng put the live broadcast device on the head of the bed, and she got into the quilt, lying on her side and looking at the phone screen.

"It's time, eleven o'clock is the time for gastrointestinal motility, lie down and let it digest the calories of the day, my black fans can't be piglets, at least the fans should lose weight with the master? "

She joked about these fans on the barrage.

Sure enough, this group of black fan bosses just didn't care.

Late at night was EMO's black powder: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"It's black history every time. I'm about to accept the original me. Thank you for desensitizing me."

Fang Yimeng flicked her long hair, Mozao's black hair lay on the pink bedside, forming a stark contrast.

She lay on her side on the bed, propped her head with one hand, and looked at the agitated black fans on the screen, her smile deepened a lot.

Sister emo's black fan leader: "What is this? Reconciliation with the black history self?"

Fang Yimeng sneered, "Are you some kind of tenth-level Internet surfer? I can catch up with the popularity of reconciliation this time, thank you family."

Supporting the sky of Chaohua black fans: "Speaking of which, when will emo make a new drama? The vicious female supporting role in your old drama, after watching it ten times, is about to reconcile with your vicious character."

"It's coming soon, I came across a notebook recently, it's not bad, it's a novel subject, I think you're all interested." Fang Yimeng moved into a comfortable posture, lazily replying to the barrage.

The love of black fans is too hot: "Didn't you let go of the wind and say that you accepted a costume script, why didn't you mention this?"

Fang Yimeng raised her eyebrows and glanced at the id. She glanced in Li Ke's direction, and the latter blinked blankly.

It was obvious that the little assistant didn't understand what she meant.Fang Yimeng sighed silently, she sat up halfway, leaned forward, touched the phone screen with both hands, took a screenshot of the name and drew a circle.

And her behavior, in the eyes of the bullet screen fans, looked like Fang Yimeng touching their heads from the first perspective.

Sister emo's black fan boss: "Recently, emo is not dead, I think she is much more pleasing to the eye. Although she has a bad reputation, she will pat me on the head—"

Fang Yimeng sent the circled id to Li Ke, and added a message on the phone: Check this person, the direction of the speech is not right.

Li Ke, who suddenly realized, hurried out of the room with his mobile phone in his arms to contact Sister Meng Qing.

Here, the producer's sister had summed up the results, she walked to the side of the bed little by little, and looked up at Fang Yimeng, who was half-sitting on the bed.

"Teacher, it's eleven o'clock. There is a chance for a mysterious person to connect to the phone at this time of the last winning group."

Fang Yimeng nodded, and she said cooperatively: "How to operate?"

The producer's sister neatly taught Fang Yimeng to Lianmai with the mysterious man. The content of this conversation could be heard clearly by the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Hello? Excuse me, is this sister Hayi?"

The first sentence he said when he got on the phone was the man's deep and slightly hoarse voice, with a slightly raised tone, hiding a faint smile.

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