The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian was taken aback, she couldn't help being more cautious when she put things, and she nodded.

"Well, did I wake you up?"

The roommate yawned and closed his eyes with almost no self-consciousness: "No, I just seemed to have a dream, what dream is coming... Wait for me, I'll go back and see."

"..."

The girl couldn't help feeling amused, watching her slowly fall asleep again, MuMian climbed to the upper bunk and lay down, she turned on the phone, the light of the phone illuminates the small area of ​​the bedroom, she quickly got into the bed.

In a small, dim environment, MuMian browses the Weibo of the radio anchor's screen statement.

He has been live broadcast for about a year or so, and has never posted a photo. Without knowing what he looks like, he has already gained tens of millions of fans based on his recognizable voice.

There were only three Weibo posts on the screen.

One is the Weibo reposted when the official announces the identity of the radio anchor, the other is the notification time for the broadcast at 9 o'clock every night, and the other is the welfare regulations for the reposting of official events.

No one is not reposted official.

During this year, the original owner did not miss a live broadcast of the pretext. He turned on his mobile phone at nine o'clock every night and played the live broadcast of "Being with You Tonight".

It can be said to be iron powder in iron powder.

After the original host graduated from university, the anchor finally posted a fourth Weibo with only two words.

【Goodbye. 】

He didn't clarify any reason, and didn't say what he was going to do, so he disappeared from the radio, from Weibo, and from the world of the original owner without a trace.

Since then, this person never appeared again.

The wish of the original owner.

I don't want to be able to see the scene, I just hope to confess to him once before he leaves the radio and let him see it.

MuMian lifted his cheeks and couldn't help being curious.

What kind of confession does this confession refer to, on Weibo? The kind of idol...

She confessed that she was not in a hurry, and she was going to sleep first. After all, the original owner was part-time and part-study, and she had to get up tomorrow to work in a convenience store.

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One night passed.

MuMian was called to get up by her roommate. She stood up, rubbing her eyes with her small hands.

Roommate Chu Yao stood by her bed, urging her to get up: "You get up quickly, you forgot that you have to go to work?"

MuMian picked up the phone and checked the time. It was not too late, so she got out of bed slowly and went to the bathroom to take care of herself.

Back in the dormitory, the other two roommates were in different departments from them and had already gone to class early.

Chu Yao sat on the chair in a daze, and MuMian walked over. She suddenly slapped her hands and clapped her hands.

"I remember."

MuMian: "?"

"...What do you think of?"

Chu Yao raised her head with a serious expression.

"I remembered what dream I had yesterday."

The girl was silent for two seconds, her pretty face was still calm: "What?"

The soft and cute girl tilted her head and glanced at her brow: "I dreamed yesterday that I had snatched three tickets for my idol concert, but why did I buy three? Obviously there are only two of us."

Chu Yao is a loyal fan with a small flow of life. This National Day holiday, the other two people in the dormitory are far away to go home.

The original owner does not go home, Chu Yao is a local again.

So she agreed to go to the concert with her.

MuMian paused, then changed her clothes with a calm expression while answering her questions.

"Maybe the dream was wrong."

Chu Yao shook her head and squinted her chin.

"Impossible, it is definitely not the case. The two of us have agreed, I only need to grab two tickets, but why in my dream I dreamed that I grabbed three tickets, it wouldn't be..." Her good-looking eyes widened.

"My peach blossom luck is coming?"