Vol 3 Chapter 129: Live broadcast

The night of Paris came, Dong Xiaopeng squatted outside the villa area.
There are many Paris fans around, about 20-30 people.
Dong Xiaopeng squatted on the side of the road with a sandwich in his mouth. He had been waiting for about 4 hours, but Yi Le didn't seem to be back yet.
During the period of, I saw several tourists. This villa area is famous for the residence of Yi Le, Mbappe, and Neymar, and it has become a tourist attraction.
Of course, they can only visit the periphery of the community, and the security at the door will not allow them to enter.
Dong Xiaopeng looked down at the time. At about 5 o'clock, he quickly swallowed the sandwich, chewed it a few times, drunk fiercely, wiped the corners of his mouth and took out his mobile phone to prepare for the live broadcast.
The equipment is very rudimentary, with a mobile phone on a selfie stick and three charging treasures in the backpack.
He turned on the light, and under the dim light, a face was covered with sweat stains, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
"I'm coming!"
"What about Yi Le?"
"Old Dong, can I really see Yi Le?"
"Don't lie to us! If you lie to us, you will get the pass!"
Looking at the barrage, the old Dong smiled and said, "I'm at the door of Yi Le's villa area. When Yi Le returns, we can see him."
"Block the door? Isn't this a routine with other anchors?"
"Yeah, that doesn't work. I always did this last time, and I couldn't get Yi Le off the train for three days!"
Old Dong blinked: "Shanren has his own plan!"
"Old Dong is not going to touch the porcelain? Is it such a rogue?"
"Tear !! I look a little bit ridiculous!"
"Null talk, old Dong does this, only the police will greet him. Old Dong should be calm, don't do this!"
Old Dong was crying and laughing; "What's the matter with me! Didn't I say that, I and Eile are small, and although I haven't contacted for many years, he should remember me ..?
The last sentence, he said very guilty.
But it exploded in the barrage.
"Come true?"
"Is it really small? No, what does an Yile athlete have to do with you who study media?"
"Yes! And Yi Le went abroad early to train in La Masia youth training!"
"Old Dong, don't brag!"
Old Dong was speechless; "Our house used to be the door. I used the same table with Yile small class, large class, and elementary school. When I was a kid, I played together and played football together.
"2333333 ... Anchor remember, that is the pinnacle of your life!"
"De Braun: I want to wear it too!"
"Isn't there a big draft for blowing leather?"
"Old Dong dare to say so, I feel very playful!"
"But ten years have passed now, can Yi Le remember you?"
Old Dong Zhizhi Wuwu said: "Yes ... should remember!"
Old Dong communicated with the fans in the live broadcast room while watching the situation on the road, looking down at the time from time to time.
A little bit of time passed, until about 18 o'clock, a super-running rumbling burst.
At the end of the road, the lights flash and a cool Lamborghini sports car slowly slows down.
Saw the car, the fans around Paris immediately started cheering, and gathered around.
Old Dong is also the first time to rush up, no matter what three seven twenty-one will squeeze forward.
"Old Dong, come on! Squeeze in! Let's watch Yi Le!"
"Come on! Old Dong!"
"come on! Come on!"
Old Dong squeezed desperately forward. He felt that he would be squeezed into a meat sauce by the five big and three thick French brawns, but he still did not give up.
With his dexterous body, he finally drilled down to the front row with his waist, directly attached to the glass of the main driver, and shouted: "Yile, it is me! I am Xiaopeng!"
In the car, Neymar looked at Dong Xiaopeng and turned to look at the first officer and asked, "Do you know?"
Yi Le glanced a little, and then made a contemplative look.
Neymar immediately thought that Yi Le didn't know, and waited for the security to expel everyone.
Dong Xiaopeng was very anxious, he kept yelling, but there was no movement in the car.
He was a little depressed, and Yi Le couldn't remember himself anymore.
But he still did not give up, after all, it was so shameful to leave.
Finally, the security guard stepped forward to isolate the crowd, and Dong Xiaopeng was also dispersed. He could only watch the sports car enter the villa area and walk away.
Dong Xiaopeng stood blank, standing frustrated.
And the fans in the barrage can ignore these.
"Fool!"
"What's so small! Fake!"
"Anchor deceives!"
"Take the level! Take the level!"
Dong Xiaopeng did not dare to look at the barrage. His face was white, and he felt really finished this time.
He stood dumb ...
Watching those Paris fans drifting away, without any idea of ​​movement, his head was blank.
I don't know how long after that, he felt his shoulder was patted.
Turned his head dull and saw a smiley face.
Dong Xiaopeng blinked, then rubbed it again, a little unbelievable.
And the barrage is directly frying.
"Lying trough! Yi Le !!!"
"Really? Is it really small?"
"Knocking confessed, the anchor is sorry!"
"Lying trough, the first time I saw Yi Le up close!"
Dong Xiaopeng did not expect Yi Le to come back, he stared at Yi Le in amazement, and it took a long time to react.
He was pleasantly surprised: "Yile, hello, I am ..."
"Two children?"
Dong Xiaopeng burst into tears: "...
......
Yile didn't recognize it at first, but after returning home, he thought about it for a while, then he recalled his childhood playmate.
Dong Xiaopeng was nicknamed 'Erwazi'. The two often played together when they were young, but they moved away because of their parents' working relationship.
At that time, Yi Le was sad for a while.
Only, he did not expect the two to come back to meet here.
Ye Le welcomed Dong Xiaopeng's arrival and invited him to be a guest.
Dong Xiaopeng was very excited and nodded and followed Yile to enter the community.
After coming to Yi Le's villa, Dong Xiaopeng seemed very restrained. Although the two were young, they hadn't been in contact for a long time, and the relationship was always alienated.
While looking at Mbappe, Dong Xiaopeng wanted to get a signature, but it felt weird.
I am a friend of Yi Le. If he signed with Mbappe, is it embarrassing to Yi Le?
And when he was tangled, the traffic in the live broadcast room was increasing madly.
"I heard that I can watch Yi Le here, is it true?"
"What about Yi Le? What about Yi Le? Where?"
"What is the live broadcast angle, look at the wall? Look at the equipment? Is this a gym?"
"Lying trough! It seems that it is really the house of Yi Le. CCTV's follow-up interviews have a view about Yi Le villa. It feels very similar to here!"
"Yile's house, the first floor is the gym! Whether it is London or Paris is this structure!"
"Anchor! Anchor! Quickly set the angle!"
"How about the anchor?"
Dong Xiaopeng is still in desperation ~ EbookFREE.me ~ almost forgot about the live broadcast.
And Mbappe curiously picked up the selfie stick and said; "What are you shooting?"
Mbappe's face appeared in the live broadcast room, and the fans were immediately excited.
"Mbappe !!!!!!"
"Ah !!!!!! Donatello !!!"
"Really Mbappe, I go, is it really Yi Le's villa?"
"What about Neymar? What about Neymar?"
Mbappe looked at the barrage, and he couldn't understand it either.
Side Dong Xiaopeng quickly explained a sentence, after Yi Le translated, Mbappe was more interested.
"Live broadcast? Hey! Hello everyone, this is Mbappe!"
Watching Mbappe say hello, the fans were even more excited.
"Hello, Donatello!"
"Hello Donatello!"
"God Turtle! God Turtle!"
"so cute!"
"Upstairs, Mbappe is cute? What is your aesthetic?"
For Dong Xiaopeng's live broadcast, Yi Le didn't mean to organize, but led Mbappe to give Dong Xiaopeng a wave of popularity.
The number of online viewers has also surged, attracting a large number of fans and viewers.
The topic of Yile Live Broadcasting is too explosive, and it instantly swept Dong Xiaopeng to the top of the list, and attracted a lot of traffic and attention.
In fact, these are very simple for Yi Le. All he needs to do is show his face and talk briefly.