Yan Zhixu found Fu Shimo's bathrobe from the suitcase and walked into the bathroom.

The room where the camera was installed was separated from the washroom, so as soon as she left, there was only a huge and empty room in the live broadcast room.

After waiting for a long time and still not seeing Yan Zhixu come out, the netizens in the live broadcast room did not feel bored and quit, but started chatting gossip with interest.

[Cough, do you think it takes so long to send a bathrobe? I feel like I smell something unusual. Smile.jpg]

[Lonely man and widow and daughter are in the same room, these two people may be burning dry wood with a crackling fire, and they are fighting hot right now. 】

【Is there anything I can't see as a member? It would be too much to avoid us on purpose. Complaint.jpg]

[Tsk tsk tsk, Dean Fu and Yan Zhixu are really disrespectful. Shaking his head and sighing.jpg]

[You said that at this rate, will Master Xu be pregnant with a baby soon? Hey, I'm already thinking about the baby's name. 】

[The children of Master Xu and Dean Fu must have very good genes. I have a son in my family. I don’t know if they will be able to climb high by then. serious.jpg]

[I also have a son in my family. This person is very open-minded. Even if he wants to let his son into the family, I think it’s okay. 】

...

Just as the topic of discussion among netizens became more and more biased and dyed with various colors, Yan Zhixu opened the door and walked out.

She glanced at the camera. "Just accidentally fell in the bathroom."

Her hair was slightly messy, her lips were slightly swollen, and there was mist in her cat eyes.

Audience in the live room: Mr. Xu, do you think we will believe your nonsense? Wrestling like this? This looks like a kiss.

Hey, but I thought Master Xu and Dean Fu would have some fun in the bathroom, but I didn't expect to come out so soon.

"..."

Fortunately, Yan Zhixu didn't know what they were thinking, otherwise he would definitely reward them with a blank eye.

The atmosphere in this live room is harmonious.

At the same time, in another live broadcast room, the audience gradually tasted the joy of knocking CP and chasing the live broadcast.

He Zhao and Han Yu's live broadcast room is different from the dashing or hard working of other couples and guests. The paths of the two are a little different.

In the third grade of a university in Yacheng, in a classroom with about 40 people, there is no teacher on the podium, and the students consciously bury their heads in the exam papers and study at night.

He Zhao and Han Yu, two adults, were among the many students, and after these two days of buffering, they were no longer as uncomfortable as they were at the beginning.

"..."

Han Yu held a pen in his hand and stared at the exam paper on the desk with a distressed expression.

She and the current situation of these topics are like looking at each other with big eyes and small eyes, you don't understand me and I don't understand you.

Han Yu scratched his hair, his whole body exuded an aura of unrequited love, and he couldn't help whispering, "Ashu, Ashu, you are so cruel, why are you doing this to me?"

When he was studying, Ah Shu treated others as a kindness and gave full marks to him, and let those academics participate in various math competitions to win prizes and be recommended.

However, Ah Shu treated himself like a storm, not only failed but also scored more than ten points.

Han Yu sniffed painfully, "Ashu, I can't hold on anymore."

Ah Shu abused me thousands of times, and I treated Ah Shu like my first love, even so, Ah Shu would not feel any pity for himself.

"..."

He Zhao stopped the pen in his hand when he heard Han Yu muttering to himself, who was sitting next to him.

In a short period of time, the test paper on his desk actually reached the last page.

And looking around, the accuracy rate is extremely high, and there are few mistakes.

He Zhao called her softly, "Ayu."

"Um?"

Han Yu raised his head and met those clear eyes, smiling and caring eyes. At that moment, the surroundings seemed to be silent, and his heart was pounding.