Chapter 642: Who wrote this script? !

The appearance of Lu Mian pushed the atmosphere of the venue to a high point.
The various screams and applause under the stage are no less than the entertainment star chasers.
Fans chasing stars will also overturn the wall, but in the game circle, the loyalty of fans will be higher, they appreciate the ability and work of the planner.
This fan is basically a lifetime.
Therefore, when encountering the problem of booth size, they will be more angry and concerned.
Fans of the first generation have discussed it. After the second generation came to the stage, they would collectively sing bad news and make trouble. But the girl who appeared in front of them was such a young girl, and they were mostly...
Feng Ni was holding a handful of documents in his hand and frowned deeply.
She just glanced at these two people just now, and didn't pay much attention to them at all. Now that they know their identities, those grievances in my heart will be vented.
It turned out that these two people suppressed her for so long...
Bored in her heart, she felt boredom, and the gaze that fell on Lu Mian's body was always filled with utter resentment and unwillingness.
But seeing the group of fans behind her just turned upside down just now, it died down now, and she was a little bit hopeless.
The fire that was finally picked up, shouldn't it just end like this...
However, this is not the end of the story.
Rather, the beginning of another climax.
Lu Mian walked to the stage leisurely.
The host Qiu Shu gave her a place, but under everyone's eyes, the girl with a personality bypassed Qiu Shu, calmly walked to God W and stood still.
Qiu Shu clasped the microphone, his toes buckled awkwardly under his shoes.
He had no choice but to introduce their relationship, without saying a word, but saw the gentle man holding the dude girl's hand without anyone else.
The girl didn't avoid it, but clasped his fingers instead.
Qiu Shu:...
The audience:...
silence.
Deathly silence.
One great took the hand of the second great god, what script is this?
Except for a few insiders, everyone was dumbfounded, shocked, and fell into a long silence and digestion.
Qiu Shu stroked his forehead, looked around the silly audience, and gave a definite answer with red light on his face.
"As you can see, the first generation W and the second generation San Qianyu are a sweet and passionate couple!"
"hiss!"
"Old swan!"
There were scattered depressive screams.
In the end, I couldn't control it, and with howls after another, the ceiling of the exhibition hall was almost blown up.
"The two great gods of my fans are together, my God, the spring of two generations of fans is here!"
"Who wrote this script? Come out and get praise!"
"Ah, my friend, have you seen it, we fans of two generations of great gods, our lives are at the pinnacle!"
At this time, in addition to Weifan, the third wave of fans who had been a low-key person before, that is, the guests of the two generations of fans, this time was completely overturned.
A generation of fans:...
Second generation fans:...
An otaku howling with a hoarse voice shook Lu Xi in excitement, "Friend, scream! What a happy event!"
Lu Xi looked up at him sadly, then looked at a man and a woman on the stage, accepting this setting with difficulty and inconceivably.
then--
He carefully pressed the double signature in his hand.
The two idols I have fans, one is my younger sister and the other is...cough, my younger sister’s boyfriend.
Life is really amazing!
Especially for Xiao Qimo, he both admires and dislikes, contradictory and complicated.
Of course, Lu Xi understood that he actually walked through the back door from the beginning.
Otherwise, how could the game design competition suddenly decide to change the theme?
He knows, he knows all.
Zhang Jing even clutched her pounding heart, and gratefully glanced at her son beside her.
After the physics competition was over, she still wanted to buy Lu Mian's results, now think about it...
Ma, fortunately, she didn't take that step, otherwise she didn't know how terrible she was going to die.
On the stage, Qiu Shu smiled sullenly, "So, regardless of whether it is a first-generation or a second-generation fans, they should not have meaningless quarrels. They have a good relationship and will not be discordant because of the size of the booth. ."
These words were specifically addressed to Feng Nie in the audience. A discerning person has long understood her little movement.
Feng Nee bit her lip, something shattering under her eyes, embarrassed and annoyed.
No one noticed her emotions, and no one cared.
Everyone's focus is on the two generations of great gods who have finally seen real people, and they are even more impressed by their looks.
Xiao Qimo took Lu Mian's hand and swept the fans in the audience lightly, but his tone was extremely solemn.
"Qian Yu is a very good planner. Don't fan me, just fan her."
A generation of fans:...
Lu Mian raised his head to look at him, and smiled helplessly, "I am also your fan, you want me to fan myself?"
Second generation fans:...
Finally, the two groups of people reacted.
"We are arguing, aren't they both the same?"
"Look, we Qianyu are fans of God W, who just called us Qianyu a fake fan?"
"If this is not love!!!"
The ending was dreamy and successful. The fans of the two teams who had been arguing hotly before, looked at each other and smiled, and they were all reunited.
The only embarrassing thing is Feng Nie.
No one mentioned her, and no one cared about her.
She stared at the two people on the stage fiercely. The mood swings were so great that she could only take out her mobile phone and pretended to be very busy.
By coincidence, her secretary Lizi sent her a text message.
[President Feng, what should our fans ask? How can this create contradictions? 】
Feng Nee held the phone, she didn't even know it, okay?
I originally found a few people, posing as fans of the first and second generations, and finally ignited the flames of war between the two sides, and by the way, instigated the relationship between the next generation and the second generation.
But she couldn't imagine that these two people turned out to be lovers.
How can she provoke her?
[Ms. Sheng Zijin's people, please come over, and let the reporters we invited start asking questions. 】
【it is good. 】
Lizi immediately went to execute Fengni's order.
Soon, a reporter took the initiative to stand up.
Qiu Shu waved his hand, "It's not yet the question session, please sit down first."
"Director Autumn, I hope to get an answer to this question now."
Regardless of dissuasion, this reporter looked at Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian, and asked: "Whether God W or San Qian Yu, they were very low-key and mysterious at the beginning, and no one has seen them. How can we be sure to be on stage? These two are the original gods, and not the people your company randomly finds?"
This question is particularly acute.
Qiu Shu flipped through his mind for a long time. The reporter's question he submitted before did not have such tricky questions.
In fact, he felt tricky because he didn't know how to answer.