Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

On this day, when A Zhao was broadcasting live, Jiang Qiu was absent.

She's a little reddish with a lot of fixed fans now.

If it were someone else, I would probably try to market it while it was hot, sign with the platform, open a tweet. With such a face, it is not impossible to jump out of the net and enter the entertainment world.

But instead of Azhao...

Zhao said, lazy to spell.

In the past, the fans who were obsessed with Azhaoyuan added a Buddhist system in addition to putting a narcissistic label on her.

Buddhist anchor.

One hour a day.

Nothing but live beauty, chat and answer questions.

I used to ask for a reward once in a while, and now I don't want a reward. (Actually, because the base of the audience is large enough, even if not required, the reward is quite impressive.

Since I can accomplish my purpose without reward, Azhao said, "What more can I ask for?"

Her fan barrage is also kind of picturesque.

One hates iron and one hates steel:

[Always Xiaoxing]: It's been a long time since you've been powdered, Zhao you have just the right amount of traffic now, so plan on it.

[Flying bird]: The anchor's face value, even the entertainment industry is top notch, right? Think about it.

[Why didn't the buns fill?]: Enter circle +1 and bring this value to me. Even if the whole show is paralyzed, I will chase it!

[Snow in Jerusalem]: Come on, the anchor doesn't even have a microblog, it's still in circles, it feels like playing with tickets.

……

Zhao looked at the projectiles and calmed down: “Lazy to tweet, lazy to go into the entertainment industry, quiet to enjoy my beauty in the video is not enough? ”

What she didn't say was that maybe in the future, she had enough money and couldn't even play live.

It's really Buddhist.

……

Jiang Qiu never came back this afternoon.

Zhao was not in a hurry. He ordered a takeout and sat on the balcony after eating. He looked at the flowers he had raised. The warm sun fell on him, and Zhao was a little sleepy.

Sleepy, she fell asleep in that lounge chair.

Jiang Qiu came back late.

He had the keys in the house, so he didn't knock.

When he came in, the room was painted black. He thought Zhao was not home.

When someone turns on the light, they hear the confusion and the noise from the balcony sounds: “Well... are you back? ”

He turned around and watched the girl get up from the lounge chair.

She probably didn't wake up, and the whole person was lazy, leaning on the back of the chair, staring at herself.

Big, round eyes filled with misty water, blurry, like a dream that was lost in seclusion.

He couldn't help but lower his voice: “How did you sleep on the balcony? ”

Azhao glanced back and blinked. He shook his head in a childish manner. He seemed to want to wake himself up.

"I was in the sun, too comfortable," she mumbled. - Accidentally fell asleep. ”

Sun?

Jiang Jian thought of the time now, dumb.

“Didn't eat?” He asked.

Zhao shook his head honestly.

Jiang Zhi sat her awake and went to the kitchen herself.

The refrigerator was very clean, and Kang Ji looked for a lap, but a handful of onions, three eggs, and a hanging noodle that had been removed and eaten half.

It's enough for a dinner.

Soon, the smell of fried eggs came out of the kitchen.

Zhao followed this scent.