"This is……"

The atmosphere had reached this point, and the French fries were no longer polite. They opened the bag directly and took out a packaging box inside.

It's a Dyson hair dryer.

Fries raised his head and looked at the expectant people with a blank expression.

"What else can you say about a hair dryer?" He was a little confused. If he could still accept the explanation about underwear, then he really couldn't think of any other uses for this hair dryer.

Is it meant to be carried with you, blow it anytime and anywhere, take the wind with you when walking, and bring your own BGM?

"I don't understand!" Hongdou took the hair dryer in his hand, "I can only say that you are usually too slovenly. Look at your hair. It's rough and has obvious split ends. It's not an exaggeration to say it's dry grass!"

"That old hair dryer at home is whining and whining, and it's not doing your hair any good at all."

At this time, Hongdou, except that she didn't have orchid fingers, looked very much like Teacher Tony.

"If you continue like this, I'm afraid you're not far away from being bald. You're already bald at this age. Even if Strawberry is blind, I don't think he'll be able to kill you."

The French fries have a sore face, why are you hurting yourself when you are so good?

Although his hair volume cannot be called that much, to say he is bald is a bit excessive!

However, an image of himself with a bald head still appeared in his mind... He instantly felt a chill, and his whole body felt a little unnatural.

"No, absolutely not!"

Fries shook his head vigorously to dispel the disgusting image in his mind, and grabbed the hair dryer from Anko's hand.

He stared deeply at the hair dryer, as if staring at hope!

"So, you really need to take good care of yourself." Hongdou said earnestly, "Don't be the same as before. The hair dryer is only one aspect. The important thing is that other things, including cosmetics, must be used occasionally. I know

You have always thought that these are only for women, but you really need to change."

Fries held the hair dryer and nodded blankly.

"Okay, the main course has been ordered. It's your turn. Let's take a look at the dessert you prepared!" Hongdou looked relieved and looked at the rice dumplings expectantly. "I asked you several times and you didn't say anything. It's such a shame.

mystery."

"Cough, cough!"

Zongzi cleared his throat and took out a brand new notebook from his backpack with a mysterious look on his face.

When I say brand new, I just mean that the cover looks relatively new, but most of the pages inside have begun to wrinkle. Apparently... they have been read frequently.

"That's it?" Mustard and others looked puzzled, "What do you mean when you take out a notebook?"

"Don't underestimate this notebook." Zongzi's face was full of reluctance, "If it weren't for the fries, I wouldn't be willing to take it out!"

"Are you that awesome?" Mustard said with a look of disbelief.

"Of course!" Zongzi replied resolutely, "If Mustard's book is an exploration based on the theory of love, then my notebook records some problems that may be encountered in actual combat, including

solution!"

"Such as this..."

Zongzi opened the notebook and flipped through a page. "If a woman tells you that I have a cold and feel very uncomfortable, how should you respond?"

"Drink more hot water?" Wasabi replied hesitantly.

"I think you are really out of your mind! Drink more hot water!" Zongzi was speechless, then turned his head and looked at Hongdou.

"Tell me, Hongdou, how would you answer such a question?"

Hongdou lowered his head and fell into deep thought. After a few seconds, he answered: "Do you have any medicine at home? Do you need me to give you medicine? Or should I take you to the hospital?"

Zongzi looked at him without comment.

Somehow, Fries thought of Xia Jun that night. At that time, maybe she was waiting for a standard answer from her?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look forward to Zongzi's answer even more.

"Hongdou's answer can only be said to be quite satisfactory, while Wasabi's answer... I just judged it, and I believe you all know it in your own mind."

Zongzi's face was full of pride, "Now I'll show you what the correct answer should be."

"You should answer: It's all my fault. I have been secretly thinking about you all day today, baby..."

After saying that, he was stunned, and the remaining people were also stunned... Is this answer definitely the correct answer?

This greasy feeling made them feel a chill.

Zongzi scratched his head in panic, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Sorry, I got it wrong!"

"The correct answer should be: Baby, infect it to me! Although I can't relieve your pain, I am willing to accompany you to feel it!"

After saying that, Zongzi spread his hands, closed his eyes tightly, and looked intoxicated... as if he was welcoming their worship!

"Fuck! That's awesome!" Hongdou looked at Zongzi with admiration, "This answer is absolutely amazing!"

Mustard and others also nodded in agreement, but French fries still looked at them with doubts... Are you sure you won't get beaten if you tell me this answer?

"I know you still have doubts."

Zongzi looked at the fries and said earnestly: "Only when you are in love and feel the beauty of love yourself, can you truly understand the lethality of these love words!"

Fries had a noncommittal expression on his face, but the enthusiasm at the scene prevented him from taking the initiative to refute.

You have to follow the crowd and believe in the vision and power of the masses... Today's party subverted a lot of things and made Fries start to think about whether he is the one with the problem.

"Don't wonder!"

Zongzi looked pious and said softly: "Actually, I was the same as you at first. I thought these words were awkward to hear!"

"In the end, I discovered that this is actually the same as reading. They say that after reading a hundred times, the meaning will appear by itself... The same goes for these, if you read it a hundred times, I believe your cognition will be completely subverted!"

Fries curled his lips and decided to reserve his opinion for now...

The main thing is that Zongzi himself is a single who only wants to play solo, let alone practice. So where does his confidence come from?

Not sure about French fries.

"Don't believe me?" Zongzi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing an evil smile, "Then let's see another one. My girlfriend asks you, does my outfit look good today? How should you answer?"

Everyone, including Fries, was lost in thought.

The first reaction to the French fries is that they look good. But if I just say they look good... I always feel that they lack a little soul.

Doesn’t that look good? Come on...are you looking for death?

Looking at Mustard and the others around him, everyone's face was full of tangles... Although this question is not as fatal as who should be saved first between my girlfriend and my mother when they fall into the water, it is still a common problem.

The important thing is, how to answer?

"Can't you think of it?" Zongzi looked at the confused people and smiled slightly.

"Here are a few answers that I can share with you."

"Elementary: I finally know why the dinosaurs became extinct, because their forelimbs were too short to applaud your beauty!"

"How is it? Isn't it awesome!" Zongzi started to dance inexplicably.

Several people were stunned. For a moment, they didn't know how to respond to what Zongzi said.

"Don't you feel it? Doesn't it make sense?" Zongzi scratched his head with a look of disbelief on his face, "I can understand it. I thought it was a little strange at first, but after seeing it more, I felt...it's okay!"

"It doesn't matter, there is another answer."

Zongzi looked at the few people, with a crazy smile on his face, and chanted affectionately, "At the same time, you were adjusting your collar, and I... was checking the pulse!"

After saying this, Zongzi looked at the people opposite him affectionately, as if he was looking at the lover of his dreams.

Everyone's mood is a little subtle...although it's weird, it makes sense somehow.

So... Zongzi officially started his performance.

Over the next long period of time, he analyzed with several people "A girl asked, do you miss me, how should I respond?", "A girl asked, why do you like me, how should I respond?" and "A girl asked, why do you like me?" and "

The girl said, "I miss you, how should you answer?" and a series of questions.

And Mustard and the others also went from being unaccustomed to it at the beginning to gradually accepting it, and finally their eyes glowed.

——Obviously, they have accepted and become loyal believers in the contents of Mustard's notebook.

This made Fries panic a little...because gradually, even he felt that everything Zongzi said was so reasonable!

…

"Okay!" Zongzi closed the notebook with a satisfied look on his face, "It's getting late, how about we get here first today?"

A few people nodded. Indeed, it was already getting late, not to mention that today's goal had been achieved.

"Here you go!" Zongzi pushed the thick notebook in front of the fries, "This book is for you to use first. When the time comes, don't forget to treat your brother to dinner!"

"Fuck you!" Fries pushed the rice dumpling shyly, but still hurriedly stuffed the notebook into his pocket.

Then several people said goodbye to each other and went home.

As soon as he entered the house, Fries threw himself on the bed.

This was... such a chaotic day, with one thing happening after another, making him feel extremely tired at this time.

After a long time, he gradually came to his senses. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he hurriedly got up, returned to his desk, and turned on the computer.

Station b, personal center, modify information.

Looking at the default string of numbers plus the English ID, Fries fell into deep thought... But for the live broadcast, the name still had to be changed slightly.

At least there has to be a certain degree of recognition?

After thinking for a long time, Fries finally made up his mind and entered the name he wanted in the name change box.

“Fries don’t work overtime”!

Then he logged into QQ and entered the Chicheng French Fries signing group: "At nine o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow, Station B French Fries will not work overtime in the live broadcast room, and the speeches will be reviewed. If you need it, you can send the manuscript to my email, or it has already been sent.

Books will do, too.”

After all this happened last night, he hurriedly logged off... What he didn't know was that the start of this live broadcast changed the life trajectory of countless people.
Chapter completed!