The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 146 Tongtong is still studious
Although the live broadcast ended at nine o'clock, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening when Zhang Wuyong returned home.

He just finished the live broadcast, but Honglian's sisters had a lot to do.

They took advantage of the fact that the heat had just died down, creating groups, recruiting people, etc., and really did a lot of things.

It was past ten o'clock before they went downstairs and gathered at a nearby restaurant they had booked.

Congratulations to Zhang Wuyong on his successful performance.

Zhang Wuyong was very grateful for everyone's help, which allowed him to calm down and give the purest performance.

In fact, in terms of purpose, he created a "sect" to earn a lot of points. With the efforts of this live broadcast and the system itself, he exceeded his goal.

But he still likes this atmosphere.

So, at least this summer, he will continue live streaming.

At the very least, we should help Brother Huo and Sister Lian to earn back their initial investment.

Yanyan and these "fake student sisters" who helped him also had to be able to share the soup.

As for himself, he also took advantage of this summer vacation to make a fortune or something, just by the way.

He is a nice person.

It was almost one o'clock when Zhang Wuyong returned home.

Ever since watching Tik Tok, my mother, who always goes to bed early to maintain her beauty, has not slept yet.

She excitedly shouted to him that her son was going to be a big star.

Zhang Wuyong had no choice but to tell her that it was still a long way to go before she could become a big star.

In today's era of Internet explosion, the real big UP hosts have hundreds of thousands or even millions of fans.

Of course, this refers to real fans.

Those who fake the number of fans to 10 million but can’t even sell ten items when promoting products, and make the merchants pay him (her) a large amount of endorsement fees but lose all their money, definitely don’t count.

The next day, Zhang Wuyong arrived at the opposite door at around nine o'clock in the morning again.

But this time, because Aunt Zhu was at home, he didn't dare to open the door directly with the spare key that Tongtong had not taken back.

After ringing the doorbell, Aunt Zhu opened the door: "Wuyong, come in!"

Zhang Wuyong entered the living room: "Where's Tongtong?"

"She hasn't gotten up yet!" Zhu Yuwen glanced at her daughter's bedroom. "I don't know what she was doing last night. It seems she didn't go to bed until midnight. She's asleep now. Go in by yourself."

Since the girl's mother has no objection, Zhang Wuyong will not be pretentious.

After all, Tongtong has long been accustomed to it

The bedroom door was ajar. Tongtong was wearing a two-piece pajamas, covered with a blanket, curled up, and really still sleeping.

There were many books scattered on her desk.

The tablet computer that could only be used to press instant noodles is still on the table, along with the chocolate keyboard.

Zhang Wuyong felt confused again.

Tongtong is not the kind of girl who doesn’t tidy up before going to bed.

Even when she was reviewing for the college entrance examination, she would always put away her books, materials, unused papers, etc. before going to bed at night.

This is a habit she developed since childhood.

Of course, even when facing the college entrance examination, she rarely studied until midnight.

He sat at the head of the bed, looking down at the sleeping girl.

Her smooth and delicate face, so delicate that it seemed to be broken by a baby's, made him reach out and touch it gently.

The delicate and beautiful facial features looked cute and innocent under his palm.

Tongtong opened her eyes, still resting her head on the latex pillow.

The first moment she saw him, her eyes were filled with a bright smile.

It seems that just seeing him makes me happy.

Then she raised her head slightly and glanced at her bedroom door.

The door was half-open. Zhang Wuyong didn't want to come in so early in the morning, knowing that Tongtong was still sleeping, so he came in and closed the door tightly.

But from this angle, she couldn't see directly into the bed from outside. Realizing that her mother couldn't see her, she lay down again.

Zhang Wu put his palm down and gently touched her rosy lower lip.

The thin and cute lips peeled down a little, then bounced back to the upper lip with a slight "pop" sound.

It looks very chewy.

Tongtong opened her mouth and pretended to bite him.

Zhang Wuyong was not afraid at all. He put his fingers together and teased her.

The girl's eyes widened instantly.

My mother is still outside.

It’s neither candied haws nor ice cream, nor anything more extreme.

But these two fingers (deleted)...

Next, she observed the bad guy's reaction through her eyes and slowly and continuously adjusted herself.

In fact, if you ask them what they are doing now, it seems that they are not doing anything.

But to say they are not doing anything, it seems like they are doing something.

More importantly, she understood.

He is "teaching" her now.

This damn guy.

In the living room outside, Zhu Yuwen found that there was no sound after the boy went in.

There was no talking, nor was there the occasional teasing and idle chat that would occur between the two children when they used to be together.

But she knew that her daughter was actually awake at this time.

She had a bit of a headache. This silence was, in a sense, even worse than their previous lack of shame.

But forget it.

She simply went to the house opposite to chat with Song Mei.

Throw these two kids here.

I'm not at home these days.

She was afraid that when school started, her daughter would suddenly tell her that she might become a grandmother.

That shouldn't be the case, right?

Anyway, there is no way to prevent it.

Tongtong, who has learned a lot of useless skills, finally stopped staying in bed.

After getting up, I still couldn't help but kick him.

This guy is really getting more and more out of line.

Wait until she finishes washing up and comes out of the bathroom.

Zhang Wuyong was curious: "Tongtong, what have you been doing at home these days? Why do you stay up so late at night? Are you typing?"

The tablet notebook, coupled with the brand new keyboard, made him think that she must be doing something that required a lot of typing.

"It's nothing!" Tongtong took a comb and combed her hair that was messed up from sleeping in the morning while walking.

"What do you mean by nothing?" Zhang Wuyong was even more puzzled. "What on earth are you doing? Why don't you tell me?"

Zhao Yutong opened her mouth, then suddenly became shy again: "I won't tell you."

Zhang Wuyong felt as if he had been hit by a ton of pressure. "Is there a secret between us? Tell me, tell me what you are doing?"

"Why can't we keep secrets?" Zhao Yutong glanced at him, then curled her lips. "I won't tell you, huh."

Just right.

It really tastes good.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, but you have hurt my fragile heart at this moment, so you have to compensate me." Zhang Wuyong hugged her and pushed her onto the sofa.

(End of this chapter)