Chapter 81
The camera in the live broadcast room has not yet been turned on, it is pitch black, and only the shallow breathing of the boy can be heard, as if hiding in the darkness, carefully observing the crowd to determine whether to get out.
He waited silently.
One minute,
two minutes,
three minutes……
Finally, a boy's face appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.
The young man has flamboyant red hair. More striking than the color of his hair is his appearance. A pair of amber eyes are dyed with a thin light.
It's just that there are fine thread ends on the edge of the thin sweater. Maybe the skin is too sensitive, and the place where the thread is scratched is slightly red, and it is not well dressed.
Yan Xuexiao's eyes stopped on the screen. He didn't like red hair, but for some reason, he felt that red hair was also very good at this time.
The young man narrowed his eyes in confusion and looked away from the screen. He opened the notebook on the table, picked up a pen and traced in the blank space of the painting, and a red-haired young man appeared on the page.
- within reach.
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The lively live broadcast room suddenly became quiet, and the boy's hand clenched the mouse so that it turned blue and white. Just when he was hesitating whether to turn off the camera, the live broadcast room was boiling.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, this long, I am dead, so good to look!"
"The red-haired cub looks good, mother is going to throw a small fish for you!"
"The cub is not yet an adult, milky"
"Whether it's milk or not, I'm not a mother fan today anyway. I want to be a girlfriend fan and fall in love with my sister!"
The last user was suddenly banned by Yan Xuexiao. Although he didn't know why he was banned, there was only one thing in the boy's mind. Yan Xuexiao was also watching his live broadcast.
He looked down at his old clothes, and an idea flashed in his mind, he should change clothes.
Before going to bed, he silently counted the small fish on the bed, and today he received a thousand small fish, breaking the record for a single day.
The teenager put the phone in his arms and fell asleep quietly, his drooping eyelashes were long and thick.
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It was still afternoon in New Jersey. A black car was parked downstairs in the dormitory. The driver respectfully got out of the car and opened the door: "Madam, here we are."
The black car door opened, and Mrs. Yan got out of the car and went upstairs to Yan Xuexiao's dormitory.
The dormitory can't be said to be spacious, and the books are neatly placed on the entire wall, making it even narrower, and the woman's eyes show distress.
However, her eyes stopped on a few books on the shelf, not because there were too many books. She knew that her son liked to read books. In addition to philosophy books, he was also interested in other subjects, but there were actually cooking recipes on the shelf. .
"How to make a dish", "Learn Chinese cuisine from scratch", "Youth Nutrition Knowledge"...
It was placed on the outside of the bookshelf, and it was obvious that she was often flipping through it. Probably because she was not used to school food, she tried to cook by herself. I didn't expect that not only do I have to cook by myself in the dormitory, she immediately asked distressedly, "Are you still used to it?"
The young man who turned off the computer handed her a glass of warm water and replied lightly, "I'm used to it."
Mrs. Yan looked at the wardrobe or the clothes from the previous season, and asked subconsciously, "The weather is getting colder, do you need me to pick some clothes for you?"
But she could guess that her son would say "no need", but to her surprise, the young man agreed.
Mrs. Yan was stunned for a while, but she didn't react at first, but she saw her son, who never liked going to the mall, went out the door before her, and she walked out of the dormitory half a beat, with a deep surprise on her face.
The driver took them to a plaza in Meadowlands. She passed a youth clothing store and said, "Your brother was clamoring to come with me to see him yesterday. If it wasn't for class, I would have brought him here."
Yan Xueyiao replied calmly, "He doesn't want to go to class."
Mrs. Yan was helpless, although this was indeed the reason, but perhaps it was because she didn't grow up with her parents, so she didn't need to worry about it very early on.
Yan Xueyiao seems to have always been such a polite but indifferent temperament, but she is not close to them, and she doesn't like children.
She continued to walk forward, but the young man stopped at the door of the store, and she couldn't help but stop.
The mall is full of luxury brands, and there are not many customers. The clerk came out of the store and said, "Sir, do you want to come in and have a look? Our brand is very popular among teenagers."
The young man steps into the shop.
The clerk asked aloud: "Are you picking for the children at home? Do you have a favorite style?"
"His skin is sensitive, and the fabric should be soft, preferably pure cashmere." Yan Xueyiao replied.
"Then I recommend this sweater. The raw material comes from Andean goats. The wool is fine and you can rest assured in terms of comfort."
Mrs. Yan, who was still parked outside the store, watched in amazement as Yan Xuexiao and the clerk were chatting with each other, obviously she had done her homework in advance.
Finally, she saw that her son, who had always been cold, was completely unable to walk in front of the fluffy cat hat.
Chapter 43
After a long while, Mrs. Yan suppressed the surprise in her heart, looked at the clothes that were obviously worn by teenagers, walked into the store and touched the cat-ear hat: "This hat is so beautiful, did you buy it for your brother?"
She thoughtfully reminded: "Your brother must be very happy to know that you bought something for him, but my brother is only in the fifth grade of elementary school, and other clothes are very important to him.
Is it too big? "