I'm picking up rags in the survival game

In a dark concert hall.

The silver-haired boy woke up leisurely. He yawned and was about to raise his hands, but found that he was tied up.

He struggled slightly, and the curtain tore apart.

Click.

The lights turned on, and the silver electronic eyes flew silently to the young man's eyes.

【Anchor...】

"Trash, he doesn't even know how to show kindness." He Yu rubbed his red forehead.

[But she was so indifferent, she could see my intentions at a glance, and she didn’t even use a trick to get rid of her!]

"You want to make your own decision?"

He Yu frowned and shook his right hand. The touch of the girl's shoulder was still in his palm - it turned out that the thing was not in his right hand.

"Is it the left hand?"

Taotao flew forward and shook her wings, [Anchor, why can’t it be the legs? Or maybe the body.]

"It is not yet certain whether the death of the host will reduce the activity. If the legs are removed, people will die easily."

He Yu looked up at the sky and sighed, feeling helpless.

Humans are really fragile and pretentious creatures.

[Since you want to ensure that she lives, why do you need to take off someone else’s arm?]

Open and close the electronic eye's camera several times to adjust the focal length to the most suitable state for shooting.

Her looks are in line with the golden ratio, and she looks good at any angle. Being Heyu’s live broadcast elf doesn’t even require photography classes, which is really satisfying.

But...

Taotao thought of that girl's attitude towards Xiao Xi, and then looked at the indifferent young man in front of her, feeling a little disappointed in her heart.

Obviously, Xiao Xi was the one who failed to take the exam and repeated a grade when everyone graduated, and then he was still chosen as a new anchor who knew nothing!

Why does it have such bad luck!

Any anchor can be...

……

He Yu looked at the sky. Under the lamp, the color of his irises was slightly lighter, and a glimmer of light flickered in the corners of his eyes. "I am happy."

Rooftop terrace.

Yun Tuan sneezed, she rubbed her nose, and she and Bei Xi sat at a small table in the corner, chatting and eating sunflower seeds.

Anyway, Xiaoxi’s camera is pointed at the noisy crowd.

"Which one do you think is Xiaoya?"

Yun Tuan stared at the crowd, leaving aside the kissing couples. She saw the man in the pigeon blood red shirt she had just chatted with next to the two men who were crazy about drinking and competing.

"It should be pretty, otherwise why would there be a fight?"

Bei Xi said casually, he was peeling the melon seeds, and after a while, the flat paper towel was covered with melon seed shells, and the melon seed kernels were also piled up into a hill.

"I don't know. Anyway, by now, those two people are no longer robbing women."

Yun Tuan shook his head and stared at the two red-faced men in the center of the hotel - if he continues like this, he will probably get alcohol poisoning.

But now, the two are in the stage of fighting for breath, and neither one will give up.

So...

Among these people, is there a young artist named Yuan Yue?

He shouldn't be in such a noisy place, no, maybe...

Yun Tuan looked at Bei Xi, who was concentrating on peeling melon seeds, "Do you think someone is pretending to be neurologically deaf in order to escape the pressure of playing?"

Beixi was stunned and glanced at the electronic eye next to him, "How do I know?"

Yun Tuan nodded - it turned out that he knew, but couldn't say it clearly.

Beixi may have mastered the context and clues of all the worlds.

Yun Tuan once again had the idea of ​​stuffing this person into the storage compartment. She looked at the young man's superior profile and felt evil, "Have you considered becoming someone's vassal?"

Beixi opened his eyes slightly and looked at the girl beside him. He pushed the melon seeds on the tissue in front of her, "I don't think about it, it's okay to be with her occasionally."

Yun Tuan pointed at the melon seeds and said, "For me?"

"Well, I don't like eating this."

"Thank you, I...can't eat that much."