I collapsed from the roof, the system came?

Chapter 71 An Accident Happened
Under the mask of the faceless man, Wang Mo showed an intriguing smile.

Of course, he doesn't have He Zhixing's contact information now.

But when he left the capital, He Zhixing personally sent a message and invited him to his house as a guest.

Some time ago, Wang Mo was still thinking about what reason he could use to visit Professor He Zhixing in the capital to deepen the relationship between the two parties.

After all, if there is no contact, the relationship will fade away.

did not expect.

The opportunity just arrived at my door.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo looked at the boy on the line and said, "Student, I can take your words to Professor He. Of course, you'd better attach your own academic certificate, usual grades, your own strengths and weaknesses, The reason why you want to be He Lao’s disciple...etc. I will show them to He Lao at that time. As for whether you can impress the old man, or let him give you a chance to call, that’s up to you It's up to you."

In the lens.

The boy seemed completely unaware that Xilou would grant his wish.

He was just talking casually, without any intention of success.

But at this moment, when he heard Xilou's words, the boy froze in place for several seconds.

Wang Mo laughed and said, "Netizens who have a voice in Luozi, did you hear that?"

Only then did the boy come back to his senses, his face was full of surprises: "Okay, okay, I'll make preparations now. Thank you, Mr. Xilou."

When Wang Mo was talking.

The netizens in the live broadcast room have already exploded.

"That's okay too?"

"Isn't it? Can Xilou really get in touch with Professor He?"

"What the hell, who are you? The entertainment industry can ask the queen Xu Mengqi to sign a limited edition, and the literary world can talk to Mr. He Zhixing in person."

"A script, definitely a script!"

"I do not believe!"

A netizen named "Qingyu" even said in the barrage: "Although the West Building has a little culture, a random student from Qingbei Academy of Literature will not lose to him, right? Not to mention Professor He's disciples. Moreover, as a college student studying literature, I have heard of Professor He's character for a long time. What he hates the most is soliciting connections. Even if Xilou knew Professor He, I don't think he can speak in front of Professor He. Otherwise It’s too outrageous.”

The barrage of this netizen has won the approval of many people.

After all, many of the netizens who watched Xilou's live broadcast were educated, not just the other hosts who were illiterate.

At the same time, the number of fans and private messages of "Luozi Yousheng" also began to increase dramatically.

Countless people have sent private messages to each other.

"Brother, let me know if you succeed."

"Brother, you are not a trustee, are you?"

"Brother, if Xilou is really capable of connecting you with He Zhixing, you must tell everyone."

"..."

Regarding the barrage content, Wang Mo just smiled.

No explanation.

Due to the previous successful connection cases, the fire in the hearts of netizens has been completely ignited for the next connection, screaming for a successful connection.

The number of people in the live broadcast room also skyrocketed from more than 2 to more than 4.

And the number of fans has also increased by tens of thousands in a short period of time!
see this scene.

Yuan Xiong, who was standing aside and watching the live broadcast, clenched his fist fiercely: "Sure enough, we are on the right track."

Except for He Zhixing's relationship.

Several autographed photos of celebrities.

Several autographed photos.

These gifts are really nothing to the energy of Yunhai Media.

But the long-term benefits Wang Mo gained are immeasurable.

for the rest of the time.

Several more netizens successfully connected.

Someone asked for a ticket to a star's concert.

Some people hope that they can take their parents on a trip.

Someone asked Xilou to call him husband in Wang Mo's voice. The key is that the other person is a man.

Except for some perverted requests, Wang Mo basically responded to every request.

When the time came to around ten o'clock. , Wang Mo connected to a netizen again.

The name of this netizen is: "This world has no color".

After the connection was successful, the other party did not seem to be facing the camera, and the live broadcast screen showed darkness.

Wang Mo didn't think much about it. There are all kinds of people on the Internet, and it's normal for some people not to like being on camera.

He asked as usual: "This netizen, what is your wish?"

There is no color in this world: "Can any wish be allowed?"

The voice seemed hollow.

Wang Mo still didn't care, and smiled: "You can mention your wish first, as long as it is reasonable and I can help you to the best of my ability, I will fulfill it for you."

There is no color in this world: "Then I ask you: Can you make my world colorful?"

Ok?
What is the problem?
Countless thoughts flashed through Wang Mo's mind instantly.

Is the other party totally color blind?

Or is it blind?

Or something else?

He quickly asked: "What disease do you suffer from and do you need treatment?"

There is no color in this world: "If it can't be cured, I won't make a wish if it can be cured."

Wang Mo was speechless.

Since it can’t be cured, what else do you say?
He had no choice but to say: "I'm sorry, this classmate. I can only fulfill some ordinary wishes for others. If you have any discomfort or other problems, it is recommended to seek relevant professional treatment as soon as possible. Of course, if you have any Ordinary needs, if you say it here, I will definitely do it for you. For example: celebrity blessings, group photos, portraits, autographed photos...etc."

"unnecessary."

There is no color in this world, and the voice becomes more and more empty: "Sure enough, I thought it was too good. No matter how hard I try, this world will no longer have color, so what's the point of staying here?"

then.

Faintly, Wang Mo heard footsteps.

He jumped in his heart for no reason: "Classmate? Are you still there?"

But no matter how he shouted, there was still no answer.

But the netizens in the live broadcast room were dissatisfied.

"Who is this person? What nonsense are you talking about."

"Finally successfully connected, but said an inexplicable wish, are you sick?"

"From what I hear in his voice, he is sick!"

"Anchor, hang up, next one! Waste of time!"

"Yes, hurry up, next one!"

"Next!"

"Next!"

Even a few staff members nearby signaled to hang up the phone.

However, Wang Mo did not disconnect. I don't know if it was his hallucination or some other reason. After the barrage floated out, he clearly heard a voice from the netizen who said "This world has no color": "Heh."

Cold and indifferent.

Almost emotionless.

Wang Mo didn't even believe that such a voice came from a young man.

moment.

Goosebumps popped up all over Wang Mo's body, and he was about to shout something to the camera.

vaguely.

There was a burst of restlessness on the phone, and some vague voices came over: "Where are the people? Where have they gone?"

"It was still there just now."

"Hey, how did this door open?"

Then, there was a scream: "No, he went to the roof!"

　I also had some accidents and was supposed to have surgery tomorrow.But my feet were too swollen, so I had to postpone it until Wednesday, which meant I had to endure another day of piercing.I've been lying in bed for eight days and can't move o(╥﹏╥)o.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)