My Ears Say They Want to Know You - Chapter 8

After successfully settled down on Yunjiansu’s WeChat account, Pumoo went to chat with him almost every day.

Sometimes the other party came back quickly, and sometimes she couldn’t wait for a message for a long time. She guessed that Yun Jiansu was a master who wanted to catch it, and she had to hang herself up and down every day to be satisfied.

It’s almost a week.

In her free time, Zi Tao made a form to record the number of conversations between her and Yun Jiansu every day. Generally speaking, she was able to pass the passing line, and the content was still going back and forth. But what is more depressing is that she The words spoken were three times those of Yun Jiansu, and every time she took the initiative to open her voice.

This reflects a problem that needs to be solved urgently-Yun Jiansu is not very interested in her.

At least he never came to talk to her first.

Syzygium shared this form with Xin Tian.

Liberal arts student Xin Tian: “What the hell?”

Syzygium: “This is a statistic chart of my recent chat with Yunjiansu.”

Xin Tian: “…”

Xin Tian took a closer look: “This is not good, you guys are talking every day.”

Rose Tao: “It’s not good at all, he didn’t take the initiative to look for me.”

Xin Tian: “It’s because you have to keep an inch. You pester him every day and he will reply to you. This is pretty good. You have only met him for a few days, so you have to live and die soon?”

Rose Tao thought what she said also made sense.

But she decided to stop for one day.

The time is set today, Tuesday, and there will be a live broadcast at 8 o’clock in the evening.

This setting is quite ingenious. Without personal contact, she can go back and use his live broadcast as today’s energy to draw nutrients and use it to run the next conversation.

After finishing the day without racking his brains, that night, Syzygium gave up the usual procrastination, took a shower and changed clothes as soon as possible, took down the yogurt, and sat at the desk waiting for the cloud to start broadcasting.

This voice live broadcast software can be directly associated with Weibo, so it does not present more information to the audience.

It’s eight o’clock.

Yunjiansu enters the live broadcast room.

It seems that he is a punctual person.

Syzygium licked the yogurt cover cleanly in two bites excitedly, and sat in a precarious manner.

The number of rivals in the upper left corner is doubling.

She stared for a while, covering it with her thumb, out of sight and out of mind.

And the almost crazy confession screen in the lower left corner can’t be concealed.

is it necessary? Isn’t it just a voice?

The rose apple took a big gulp, put the spoon in his mouth, and vomited with himself in disguise.

Yun Jian Su didn’t waste time, and after a while, he said, “Can you hear me.”

-heard!

The text in the barrage screamed like a wave.

The rose apple froze suddenly.

Yun Jian Su, the male version of Medusa, has dual effects of magic and physical attacks in its voice.

She slowly removed the spoon and set it back carefully. This peerless voice is blasphemous, and any movement will interfere with this kind of listening mood.

“Oh,” his voice sounded a little cold today, like a moonlight infestation: “Just hear it. I’m still reading the private message today.”

The ending sound is clearly lazy and non-controversial, but the tone is completely non-discussed, and it will be carried out the next second after speaking.

This person is spoiled, anyway, no matter what he says, the fans are good, just look at the reaction in the barrage.

“Let me take a look,” the man seemed to be surprised: “Wow, is that so much?”

This “wow” actually has a dull and cute effect.

Rose Tao showed her aunt’s smile without knowing it, kiyo~ so cute.

In the lower left corner of the screen is a fan’s “seeking a flop”.

“Yeah…” Yun Jiansu groaned, “Wait for me, one or two minutes will be fine.”

In the live broadcast room, it was temporarily quiet. Only the man’s slightly heavy, steady breathing, barely audible, can the thousand yuan earphones catch it.

Syzygium could not help wondering whether this person had carefully calculated every trace of his breath, and why this common slight noise was so unique and intoxicating.

Suddenly.

The man in the headset chuckled lightly.

A syllable that rolled out of the nasal cavity was an uncontrollable whistle.

The barrage exploded instantly.

“Declare in advance,”

Yunjiansu’s tone was suddenly serious, almost broadcasting, “I didn’t deliberately harass you,”

“It’s my ears,” he bit his words clearly and cleanly: “You clamored with me all day and night.”

“It said,” he paused just right, fascinating, “it wants to know you, if you want, I hope you can take the time to give it an answer.”

“thank you.”

Rose apple:…

She was silly, unable to react for a while, blinking one after another.

If she didn’t listen, is it her Weibo private message?

Fans are in full swing in the formation of the screen:

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my ears also said that i want to know you

“It’s polite,” Yun Jiansu said without hesitation, “but I still want to ask, is it because your ears want to know me, or do you want to know me?”

His tone was mixed with some deliberate confusion. It is this kind of deliberate action that is most fatal.

She was publicly executed, and the executioner was this seemingly understatement voice.

The rose apple blushed, and it was difficult to hide the joy in the shame, and completely changed from a grape to a red grape, no, cherry tomatoes.

…

…

Rose Tao didn’t know how to finish the next twenty minutes.

All she knows is that from the moment Yun Jiansu finished reading her private letter and commenting on it, her whole person was as tormented as she was in a magma.

As soon as he downloaded it, she went to find him without a break.

Her “extraordinary 6+1” plan came to an end on the first day of implementation, and she couldn’t help it.

She has something to ask, and she still speaks: Why do you want to read my private message?

Yunjiansu’s reaction was in her expectation: which one?

Install, continue to install.

Rose Tao: I don’t believe you don’t know that Pupupupu is me.

After all, they once appeared on a list together.

Yunjiansu: I don’t know.

His indifferent response did not repel her: since you asked the question sincerely, then I will answer you formally now, listen carefully, all have.

Syzygium: Whether it is my ears or me, I want to know you.

Yunjiansu was silent for a moment, and asked: Did you listen to my live broadcast?

Rose Tao: Well, I find that I am still more suitable to be a fan.

She said bitterly: When you are one of your thousands of fans, you don’t have to look forward to your message. You don’t have to think about ways to talk, as long as you read a private message to show the public as your live broadcast tool.

Yunjiansu: I didn’t mean that.

Rose Tao: What do you mean then?

Yunjiansu: Reading private messages is my live-streaming tradition.

Syzygium: I know, I just made trouble out of nowhere. If you happen to read me, I will come to touch porcelain. Anyway, I’m already sitting in front of your car with the hood, you can figure out how to deal with it.

Yunjiansu probably smiled: Can you stop being so funny?

Rose Tao is serious: I don’t have one.

Yunjiansu: Okay, please come down first, let’s communicate well.

Rose Tao Buyi: I don’t, you tell me first, do I know you?

Yunjiansu: Why not count.

He returned so quickly, the haze cleared, and the heart of rose Tao was suddenly sunny, a hundred gardens.

Syzygium pinches the smiling muscles with his fingers, trying to relax them: how to prove it?

Yun Jian Su: Still need to prove?

Rose Tao: Yes.

Yunjiansu asked the same thing as her: how to prove it?

Rose Tao: You said good night before the broadcast, right?

Yunjiansu: Yes.

Rose Tao: If you say good night to me in private, I believe you agree that I know you.

Yunjian Su: Good night.

Rose Tao: No!

Cloud House: [Voice Message]

Look, this man is dying, he knows her needs, and he wants to suppress it with her.

Rose Tao pressed the earphone with both hands and clicked on the voice.

“Good night,”

One second pause:

“Believe it?”

Oh my god.

So serious.

It’s no different from the male protagonists in his radio play.

If it weren’t for fear of the next door or downstairs owners reporting, Syzygium would definitely stomped and laps.

She subconsciously poked her forehead, suspecting that she had a fever, and the source of her illness was Yunjiansu.

Syzygium pressed her lower lip, trying to stop the smiles like those effervescent tablets melted: Believe it.

Her attitude was suddenly weakened by Baidu, as if the arrogant and scornful person was not herself at all: Then… can I hear it every day from now on?

Yunjiansu: I am a traffic policeman.

Rose Tao: Don’t.

She is enough: good night.

Anyway, she is not in a hurry to this day, and she will think of a new way tomorrow.

The author has something to say: grass (a plant)

I really like this ambiguous period