The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

The camera was almost pointed at Pan Shu's face.

Only the girl's stunning face could be seen on the big screen.

Everyone just took one look and forgot to breathe.

The host was on stage cueing the process at the moment. Seeing that everyone's attention was on Pan Shu, and receiving a temporary notice from the planning team, the host wiped his cold sweat and laughed and said:

"Qiaoqiao seems to be completely different from what everyone imagined!"

Pan Shu curved her lips politely.

But there was no smile in his eyes.

Hearing the host's ridicule, everyone laughed kindly, except Lin Chu's face, which became increasingly ugly.

She gritted her teeth secretly, "You didn't tell me that bitch Qiao Qiao looks like this..."

She didn't want to admit Pan Shu's beauty.

But he couldn't hide his jealousy.

The heartthrob's counterattack system is completely open-minded, and he even wants to forcefully untie her, "Trash, you can't absorb any energy for me anymore!"

The girl at the front lazily supports her chin with one hand. Her slender white catkins are as delicate as white jade. Her posture is elegant and stretched, like a noble and beautiful white swan.

His eyes were half closed, although they looked cold.

But even more so, the world is crazy about her beauty.

Only such a beauty deserves to be its host!

Sensing the heartthrob's intention to counterattack the system, Lin Chu finally panicked. She gritted her teeth, "Don't even think about abandoning me to bind that bitch! You can't leave before I get what I want - "

Her voice was harsh, shrill, and noisy.

Wen heard a very soft, impatient mumble from the girl, "...it's so noisy."

He froze, "What?"

Pan Shu suddenly curled her lips and laughed, looking a little unpredictable, "It's nothing."

The moment she smiled——

"Boom."

"Dong dong."

Wen felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Even when he won the FMVP of the Kings Global Division, he had never been so out of control.

He lowered his eyes.

The fingertips tapped the other wrist bone with some irritation.

The boy on the other side was more irritable than him.

The brightness of the phone was not high, making the dark eyes look even more gloomy and obscure.

He looked like he was busy clicking on his cell phone——

But in fact, there is nothing.

From the moment she sat down, Pan Shu ignored him.

Even as an ordinary colleague who works at Maopu.

This realization made him feel unhappy.

The air conditioning was on in the venue.

The noise of the air conditioner was a bit loud. Pan Shu leaned lazily on the inferior red chair behind her, her pure white skirt sliding a little on her smooth calves.

Cen Juan looked away in embarrassment, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle provided by the organizer in a panic, and swallowed it in big gulps.

Drinking too quickly.

The transparent water stains slid over the rolling Adam's apple and finally sank into the collarbone.

There were dark water marks on the black sweatshirt.

Want to cover up.

Cen Juan felt that he was sick.

Otherwise he wouldn't be so easily influenced by the girl.

She just leaned on the chair indifferently, making no provocative hints, and even turned a blind eye to him, but everything... made his already innocent mind even more embarrassed to see others.

She is too open.

She even looked at him casually, her red lips slightly raised, her clear eyes looking as gorgeous as a ghost:

"Your face is very red."

Cen Juan knows.

It's him who's committing a crime with a guilty conscience.

The knuckles twisting the bottle cap were almost pale under the light. He closed his eyes to himself, and Cen Juan thought:

He may have fallen into trouble.

He still fell into this sworn enemy with whom he had a tit-for-tat quarrel.

At this time, even the description of "rival" carries a bit of unspeakable ambiguity.

Wen glanced at Cen Juan meaningfully.

The host pointed the camera to Pan Shu's direction, held up the host sign and said humorously, "It seems that the relationship between Juanshen and our Qiao Qiao is not as bad as imagined..."

Cen Juan didn't refute.

Pan Shu smiled and raised her lower lip, "It's not too good either."

The young man's dark eyes were fixed on the corner of Pan Shu's sarcastic mouth, and he lazily said "tsk".

"Qiaoqiao only cares about reminiscing with God D, and has no time to care about my life or death."

"Why do I care whether you live or die?"

Pan Shu squinted her eyes, and the girl's voice was soft and delicate, but it sounded a bit cold.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, the host quickly turned the conversation to Wen Que, "Why would God D think of coming to our offline meeting? Since it's about reminiscing about old times... don't God D and Qiao Qiao have a very good relationship? ?”

"Ah."

After a few seconds, Wen said again, "I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it."

The host was stunned.

The entire audience fell silent.

What he said... was really, really ambiguous.

[Ah ah, does God D have a crush on Qiao Qiao? ? ! 】

【Kowtow first as a sign of respect! 】

【Knocking everything will only make me nutritionally balanced! 】

[Can God Tired be calm? In addition to being terrible at games, what else can you say that is inferior to God D——]

The barrage was divided into three factions.

One group is the CP fans of Pan Shu and Wen Que.

One group is the CP fans of Ban Shu and Cen Juan.

The last group shouts the slogan "Qiao Qiao is uniquely beautiful" and kills every CP fan in the live broadcast room equally.

"We have a live broadcast benefit for fans..." The host said with an aunty smile on his face, "Since D God has come to our event, let D God and Qiao Qiao come to live broadcast the chicken PK. , recreating the famous scene in the live broadcast room at that time..."

Cen Juan lazily raised his delicate chin and said in a casual voice:

"I'm coming too."

"..."

Seeing the host's silence, the young man frowned and said, "No?"

"...of course!"

Due to space and equipment limitations, it can only be operated on a mobile phone. In fact, it is easier to operate on a mobile phone screen than on a computer.

After everything is ready.

Wen Que said quietly, "Remember to fly sideways."

Pan Shu said "hmm", aimed at the landing point, and moved the joystick in the direction of the landing point after parachuting.

Wen has already occupied the high ground.

It is not difficult to see that he is preparing to take advantage of the terrain of using high to defeat low.

In just a few minutes after entering the game, Wen Que took down several heads.

[Hahaha, this time Tired God didn’t land directly into a box? 】

[The power of love is indeed great...]

[Why does the tired god rush to be humiliated by his love rival? I don’t think I will be able to understand this problem until I lie in the coffin. 】

Cen Juan lazily adjusted his perspective.

The fine black hair brushed lazily over the bright and attractive eyebrows.

While he shot the enemy hiding in the corner, he ran behind Pan Shu pitifully, "Qiao Qiao..."

Pan Shu half-smiled but said "Yeah", "What are you doing?"

The young man licked his dry lips and drooped his eyelashes softly.

He said in a coquettish tone:

"……protect me."