Chapter 1145

"First of all, thank Zhiwei. If it weren't for Zhiwei, it's estimated that everyone would only be able to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded potatoes with green pepper tonight." Fang Fei took the lead in opening her mouth after glancing at the table.

"You're welcome. If I'm in the cabin and you don't come back, I'll cook first, as long as you don't think I'm busy."

Jiang Chan picked her eyebrows and explained why she helped. In such a program, if there is something wrong, it will be hacked, and every detail will be infinitely enlarged, but she can't deliberately explain. It can be said that it's actually very hard.

"Of course not, can't we hope?" Han Carrie is also an expert. She can't cook by herself. If she still refuses other people's kindness, it should be them who recruit black after the program is broadcast.

After dinner, after cleaning the dining room and kitchen, everyone sat down in the living room.

"How about going to the movies in the afternoon? It's so comfortable." Han Carrie looked at the pictures of the movie and her tone was very envious.

Jiang Chan smiled and said nothing. She was clear about these people, but they didn't know her. It's estimated that these people are scratching their hearts and lungs.

"There are also snacks here. It's really enjoyable to eat snacks while watching movies." Fang Fei's eyes were sharp. She saw the dessert box on the tea table as soon as she came over.

"I feel that Zhiwei has done a lot of things in the afternoon." everyone is very curious about Jiang Chan and what she does.

Liu Runze: "now it's time to guess age and occupation. Who will start first?"

"I suggest that we put Zhiwei at the end? She is too mysterious. I think she will give us a big surprise." Zhao Ruibin suggested looking at Jiang Chan sitting next to him.

"Yes."

"No problem."

"Let's start with the five who make mistakes first."

After setting the rules of the game, Fang Fei made a mistake when he shouted to five.

"Well, let's start with me. Do you guess first or listen to the audio first?"

Bai Jiang: "listen to the audio first. It's hard to guess blindly."

Fang Fei felt out her mobile phone: "yes, let's listen to the audio first."

Jiang Chan leaned forward slightly. When she heard the sound from her mobile phone, her ears moved almost invisibly.

"Sounds like a shutter?"

"It sounds quite noisy, like in the street."

"And the sound of vehicles speeding by."

A few people will soon analyze the situation in the same way.

"I guess you're a model?" Han Carrie said firmly. "If not, it should be a career related to fashion."

Liu Runze: "agree, should it be related to street photography? I guess street photography models."

Bai Jiang: "seconded."

After looking at everyone, Fang Fei said with a smile: "yes, my career is related to street photography, but street photography is my sideline. My home page is a fashion blogger."

"My good guess. You can basically guess when you hear the shutter."

"What about age?"

Bai Jiang: "I guess 26."

Fang Fei shook her head. "Is there no other answer?"

Zhao Ruibin: "can't it be 27?"

Fang Fei nodded: "well, it's 27."

"Then you can specify the object and see which job of the opposite sex you want to know most." Han Carrie said. Jiang Chan looked at Han Carrie and said that she is worthy of being a white bone expert in the workplace?

There's no one else with this obscure speaking technique.

Fang Fei glanced at the three boys. "I'll choose Azer."

"Yes, do you listen to the audio first or the key words first?"

"Listen to the audio first. If you can't guess from the audio, you'll give the key words."

In the process of guessing career and age, Jiang Chan seldom spoke, but watched everyone silently. Of course, when asked about her, she basically said it one by one.

For example, when guessing Baijiang's career, Jiang Chan decided that Baijiang was an athlete because she saw the cocoon on Baijiang's hand, which was left by holding a badminton racket for a long time.

"Zhiwei, you are so divine. What do you do? Observe so carefully?" Han Carrie put her head on Jiang Chan's shoulder and said in a very surprised tone.

After this round of play, only Jiang Chan was left, and everyone stared at her. If ginger cicada is a sweet potato, it is estimated that it has been roasted by now.

"Let's listen to the audio first, especially curious about the working state of Weiwei." Zhao Ruibin looked at Jiang Chan sideways. He had a prediction about Jiang Chan's career, but he didn't know whether he was right or not.

"OK, I recorded it this afternoon." put the mobile phone on the tea table, and there was a sound of keyboard tapping in the living room.

Carrie Han: "computers? We all use computers when we work. This range is too large."

Liu Runze: "freelance?"

Fang Fei: "I guess it's a freelance job, but I don't know what to do. Yesterday, I saw that Zhiwei's clothes were so beautiful and tasteful. I thought Zhiwei was a fashion related industry."

Jiang Chan shook her head: "really not, it has nothing to do with fashion."

Bai Jiang: "give me the key words. It's really hard to guess blindly."

Jiang Chan pondered: "website."

"Website, website, online writer?" Zhao Ruibin said two words. After seeing Jiang Chan nodding, he was happy to win the grand prize.

"Net writer?" the remaining few people spoke with one voice. Later, they thought it was reasonable. Isn't it a freelance writer who keeps tapping the keyboard?

"No wonder you said yesterday that you had a lot of time to study what you were interested in."

"I also read novels more. Are you a female frequency writer?" Bai Jiang asked casually. He basically soaked in male frequency articles. Seeing ye Zhiwei's quiet and delicate style, he thought she was a female frequency writer.

"No, I'm mixed with men." Jiang Chan gently raised her eyebrows and looked at Baijiang with satisfaction, as if she had been split by thunder.

"Male frequency, male frequency, know micro, see micro?" Bai Jiang's throat suddenly seemed to be pinched and stared at Jiang Chan incredulously.

"Well, that's what you think."

"I'm so excited!" Bai Jiang's body almost lies on Zhao Ruibin's knee. "Da Da, Da Da, can I shake hands with you? I'm your fan. I read every book of you."

Jiang Chan leaned back slightly: "just call me Zhiwei. Isn't it so exaggerated? I'm an ordinary person."

"No, no, no, dada, you don't know anything about your position in our mind." Bai Jiang shook his head seriously: "I didn't expect that one day I actually met my pink dada in a program."

"Next, it's time to guess the age?" after grinding his teeth, Zhao Ruibin started a topic.

Bai Jiang sat down on his seat. "I'll come first, I'll come first. I guess he's 28."

Jiang Chan almost spit out: "No."