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The potato tour guide's face turned red, two round eyes popped out, and he looked very angry, and he was about to turn into braised potatoes.

Some timid players immediately found an empty seat beside them and sat down.

And Lin Mutao was still standing at the front of the car, thinking about what clues she missed.

There are five colors of seats on the car, purple color is the most, and the other four colors are less…

In the car, what will be used to divide people into five types...

Suddenly—Lin Mutao's eyes lit up, she guessed it!

She raised her head and posted a slogan on the roof of the bus: Please give up your seat for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

The characters are not very big, and it is really difficult to find them in the colorful interior decoration.

The female staff member sitting in the blue seat coughed several times again, which was a bit harsh in the carriage.

Lin Mutao looked at the slogan, her breath stopped, she knew what kind of seat she should sit in.

Lin Mutao glanced at the people sitting in the car and found that almost 1/3 of them were sitting in the wrong place.

Seeing that the potato tour guide was really going to get angry, Lin Mutao walked to the back of the carriage and found an empty seat to sit down.

The row behind her is Liu Zizhi, Liu Zizhi poked her back gently and asked, "Lin Mutao, what do you mean? Why don't I understand."

Lin Mutao replied: "It's fine, you just need to know that the seat you are sitting in is right."

"Is the seat in the right place?" Liu Zizhi repeated this sentence, and became even more puzzled. She just randomly picked a window seat in the back row to sit on.

At this time, an aunt sitting in front turned her head and asked anxiously: "Little girl, do you see if my seat is right?"

Auntie's seat is sky blue.

Lin Mutao asked: "Auntie, are you healthy? Are you sick now?"

"Sick? I'm in good health, how can I survive the promotion until now!" The aunt was still a little proud, and then she realized that Lin Mutao's question must have her deep meaning .

Aunt pondered whether she was sick or not, and then added: "I... I have hemorrhoids! Little girl, is this a disease?"

Lin Mutao was at a loss for words. After a few seconds, she replied: "It should be counted, hemorrhoids are a common anorectal disease. Auntie, you are not sitting in the wrong seat."

"That's good, that's good..." Auntie patted her chest with confidence, turned her head to look at the advertisement on the light screen in the car.

And others also shouted to ask Lin Mutao to help see if they were sitting right.

The number of people was a bit large, and it didn't look like a begging person, Lin Mutao simply closed her eyes, leaned back, closed her eyes and rested.

At this time, some other people found the slogan posted on the roof or found the pattern through the staff's seat, and quickly stood up and took a seat.

The potato tour guide standing at the front of the car didn't say anything, just shouted that if you are seated, fasten your seat belt.

After everyone in the car had found their seats and fastened their seat belts, the potato tour guide suddenly took out a note from his trouser pocket, and read out the names of some streamers to the note.

The host whose name was called unknowingly unbuckled his seat belt, stood up from his seat, and lined up in the aisle. There are seven or eight.

The potato tour guide grinned, a row of white brushed teeth on his yellowish round face was a little scary, "The train is about to depart, but you are in the wrong seats. ."

Another strong male anchor with boxer-like muscles also shouted: "Yeah, where is the wrong seat? I didn't see any tickets, said How many rows and how many seats?"

Potato tour guide: "The seats are distributed according to color. Each type of person has to sit in the corresponding seat. Where did you sit just now?"

The strong boxer anchor looked back at the seat he had just sat in and replied, "I'm sitting in the yellow seat."

"Please look up at the sign above."

When they heard the words of the potato tour guide, the anchors looked up and saw the slogan. Because it was so inconspicuous, some people even looked for it for a while before seeing it.

The slogan reads: Please give up your seat to the elderly, the sick, and the disabled.

The font is purple, but the four characters of the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled have indeed been replaced with different colors.

Always red, weak is green, sick is blue, disabled is yellow.

Suddenly everyone understood that the color of the original seat was divided according to the slogan prompt, and the anchors who were not the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled were uniformly seated in the purple position.

The boxer anchor also thought about it thoroughly, and he shouted: "I'm not sitting wrong! I'm disabled, I'm brainless!"

"Pff—" Everyone laughed, even the potato tour guide and the staff sitting in the first row laughed.

After laughing, the potato tour guide returned to his serious face and said: "Please don't make excuses for this passenger, please respect the real disabled passenger. We have to follow the rules on the bus, you are sitting in the wrong place. If you have a seat, you are in the wrong seat. All passengers who are in the wrong seat and violate the rules, please get off the bus immediately and cannot go to our park.

The seven or eight anchors immediately shouted, expressing injustice, but their legs went straight out of the car as if they were not under their control.

Lin Mutao looked through the car window, her eyes suddenly froze, and found that they had gotten out of the car, but they were dying in the wrong way.

For example, sitting in the red seat, that is, choosing the "old" anchor, when he gets out of the car, his face will quickly age.

Layers of wrinkles hung on her face, her whole body shrunk into a shrimp-like shape, and then she suddenly fell to the ground and died.

Compared to other anchors who choose the three-color seats for the elderly and infirm, the anchors who choose the disabled yellow seat are much worse. As soon as they go, their hands or feet are cut off like a transparent blade.

Blood spurted out immediately, they rolled on the ground clutching their mutilated parts, screaming in pain.

When everyone who got off the car was dead, the things and people outside the car window disappeared in an instant, as if everything that happened was an illusion.

Liu Zizhi was shivering while sitting on the seat, and he was glad that he sat casually and sat in the right seat.

The anchor who was still sitting safely in the car felt a little scared.

A small man with a short stature, sitting on a green seat muttered to himself, "Why did I sit right... Does the system think I'm weak too?" I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. .

The other anchors who made a mistake and sat in the correct position and color were also afraid and full of emotion.

Everyone was seated, the departure time was approaching, and the bus driver also got on the bus.

The driver is a big bear in overalls, with brown fur on his hands and feet, and a red peaked cap on his head. Although the action is naive, but the action is not ambiguous at all.

The car is on fire and will be leaving soon.

The seat Lin Mutao chose, no one was around. She changed to a more comfortable sitting position, turned her head and stared out the window in a daze.

I suddenly felt the seat beside me sink, and someone sat down.

The car started and drove forward.

What happened? It's all this time, how come there are still people in the car? Lin Mutao turned her head, but saw that the person sitting next to her was Shijiu.

Lin Mutao covered her mouth in surprise, "Ajiu? Why are you here? Are you going to Paradise Island with us too?"

Shijiu gave a light "um" and asked, "What? Don't you want me to go? I've been working for so long, so I need to rest and relax, okay?"

"No, Shida President Mingjian, I don't mean that. But when I went to Paradise Island, did I really go to rest?"

Shijiu looked at her, "What do you say?"

"Even the car that goes to Paradise Island needs to be screened. So, will Paradise Island be more dangerous instead of just playing?" Lin Mutao whispered My own thoughts, "I didn't start the 2nd qualifying match in the 101 building before, it was said that it was due to work mistakes, but I think—Ajiu, since you started this event, you must have made various preparations, and you won't let it go. Did this mistake happen?"

As I said before, this anchor selection depends not only on the promotion competition, but also on the usual performance. Every level in the anchor 101 is a level. Such a program group would be so kind to let them go to Paradise Island for two days. Lin Mutao felt very suspicious.

Shijiu's beautiful eyes narrowed, "You know me quite well, continue."

Lin Mutao: "So I thought—would the second round of qualifying be on Paradise Island? The staff kept deceiving us not to start the second round of qualifying, but they wanted us to relax our vigilance. , deceive us to Paradise Island, and watch us face the most realistic performance of the thriller game."

After listening to Lin Mutao's analysis, Shijiu laughed softly. For some reason, listening to Lin Mutao tell what was on his mind, Shijiu didn't feel annoyed that he was seen through, but he was rather happy.

He said, "Well, your guess makes a lot of sense. So—you go ahead."

Sure enough, the man's words can't be trusted! If she hadn't guessed so smartly, Shijiu wouldn't have told her about it!

But this is indeed part of his job. When Shijiu didn't tell her, Lin Mutao felt that it was forgivable. So after only a little tangled in her heart, Lin Mutao then looked out the window.

The dungeon world in the live platform is very cleverly equipped. As the bus travels, the scenery is constantly changing, and the trees are rapidly retreating.

Suddenly, Lin Mutao felt a warmth in her palm, and she lowered her head to realize that Shijiu had already held her hand.

Shijiu said casually, "My hands are a little cold."

Oh, your hands are cold? Lin Mutao looked at Shijiu, could you please put down your rolled up shirt sleeves when your hands are cold? However, Lin Mutao did not expose him.

【Ah, ah, did I read it wrong? Shi always holds hands with that female anchor! 】

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【I just found out that they are wearing a ring on their hands! Looks like a couple! 】

[Another fuss! This is obviously a communicator, which Shi Jiajiu gave to my Taomei before. No, it should be called Shijiu. 】

[Huh? Was there a token of love so long ago? 】

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Suddenly, Lin Mutao's live broadcast room turned into various glorious deeds of old fans to new fans of popular science Lin Mutao, as well as the love story of Lin Mutao and Shi Jiajiu. In the mouths of fans, Lin Mutao is a brave and fearless little transparent, while Shijiu is a domineering president who hides his identity for love.

Suddenly, Lin Mutao's live broadcast room hit a record high again.