I'm Completely Clueless About Sockpuppet Accounts Being Unmasked

After posting this Weibo, Shen Qi slightly leaned back on the chair comfortably, even crossed his legs, half pursed his lips, and scratched his chin with his fingers.

Because he was wearing a mask, He Bin could only see his exposed eyes half-down.

He Bin shifted his gaze to Rong Jing again, and let out an inexplicable smile.

Rongjing sitting in front seemed to notice something, turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were a little hazy.

The scene where BIG deliberately targeted him yesterday made Rongjing feel unidentified in his heart when he saw He Bin.

If it weren't for the opening wave of BIG's bullying the few, he would not have been eliminated.

He Bin didn't seem to be aware of his hostility. He put on a smile on his fierce face, and even nodded very friendly towards Rongjing.

Rongjing sneered, not even willing to say hello.

He Bin looked away, and saw Shen Qi shrugging his shoulders, he should be smiling happily.

He Bin: ...?

He glanced at the comments on Weibo and focused on the game.

Shen Qi's current mood is naturally good, after all, he was a little satisfied in the morning.

He lowered his head and continued to send messages to his brother.

Your brother Qi: Brother QWQ, the baby is offended by slander

You Brother Qi: Brother QWQ, the baby is not happy, the baby needs a kiss from his brother to be happy

fmy: go back and kiss

Fu Mingyuan replied almost instantly.

Du Jing, who was sitting next to him and watching others make up for the camera, came up to him and just wanted to say that he asked the public relations department to take hundreds of trumpets to gossip, when he accidentally glanced at the screen.

go back and kiss.

Du Jing:? ? ?

Needle eye.

However, Fu Mingyuan still acted as if nothing happened, as if he just sent a very ordinary sentence.

Du Jing reflexively glanced at Fu Mingyuan's ear.

There is no red.

Sensing Du Jing's gaze, Fu Mingyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, then lowered his eyes and continued to type slowly.

fmy: don't be unhappy, I will solve it

fmy: Watch the game well, pick me up at night

Seeing this, Shen Qi smiled, and even laughed a little.

Not to mention, this feeling of being sheltered is quite comfortable.

There was a lot of softness in the heart.

He suppressed his smile, the expression on his face became serious, the tip of his tongue was on his upper lip, and there was always a hint of sweetness in his mouth.

You Qi Ge: Alright QWQ brother wait for me

After 1 minute, the other party replied——

fmy: um

fmy: baby

Shen Qi's heart thumped twice.

He covered the phone, and pinched the fingers of his left hand on the mask with his chin resting on his chin. His knuckles were tense, his fingertips were flushed, and the pinched half of his cheek sank.

The toes pushed back unconsciously, and an indescribable sense of shame spread from the head to the soles of the feet.

Even the toes hidden in the shoes curled up.

His cheeks also gradually began to heat up.

Even the eyes and ears have a tendency to burn.

He couldn't see it himself, his face was already red.

The tingling feeling all over my body lasted for more than half an hour before it gradually dissipated.

The first game of Group B is drawing to a close.

The EVE team has three players left.

Head total score 8 points.

The remaining two teams each had one player left, and both chose Gou.

HUOJ did not perform very well this time, scoring 2 points per head, and the team ranked eighth.

The end of the first game, the half-time interval--

M1G manager Jiang Zhuangzhuang squeezed in from behind the crowd, pulled Rongjing's arm with a very ugly expression, and walked to the player's exclusive lounge behind.

The remaining three teammates of M1G looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

Without the captain by his side, Ye Lai immediately relaxed.

He opened his eyes and looked at the other two members of M1G next to him, then took out his mobile phone to send a message to Shen Qi.

But at this time, the audience on the field gradually became restless, and the topic of discussing the game gradually turned away.

Because yesterday's "recording incident" has a follow-up.

Angry himself tweeted.

Still the straight one.

For fans who really like Angry, this is a great thing.

Their God A finally appeared!

The fans who endured for a day without going to Weibo to fight felt like they were about to cry.

He is still the God A.

The last Weibo still stuck with the sentence "going home to inherit the family property".

It's really worth their wait.

In the auditorium, I don't know who exclaimed-"A god is really fucking just".

Gradually, there were small quarrels in the crowd, which gradually subsided as the second match began.

Lu Tun and Xu Leng sitting in the back row glanced at Weibo.

Lu Tun's eyes were sour, and he grabbed Xu Leng's hand excitedly: "Wuuuuu, the idol is so strong, I love him so much!"

He had been aggrieved for so long for his idol, and had been trampled on secretly by Rong Jing and Chen Lingming for so long, and he was finally able to fight back.

In terms of technology, Rongjing is really not as good as idols.

Back when the idol was in M1G, Rongjing often quarreled with the idol because of tactical issues.

But Rongjing didn't realize at all that in terms of tactics, command ability, and technique, he was no match for idols.

But he has always felt that he is very strong, even stronger than his idol, thinking that his idol is deliberately suppressing him.

Xu Leng was quite excited at first, but when he heard Lu Tun's words, he was silent for a while before seriously saying: "No, the captain has an older brother, you can't love him."

Those who try to dismantle CP in vain are not allowed.

Lu Tun: "...?"

No!The idol is a scumbag!

……

Backstage M1G Lounge——

Chen Ling sat on the chair with a dark face.

"We lost the game, hehe." Chen Ling sneered.

Rongjing threw the tablet on the sofa, ignored him, and turned his face straight away.

"What are you yelling at me for?"

Rong Jing kicked the coffee table, his expression was uglier than Chen Ling: "Why don't you scold those rookie players?"

Jiang Zhuangzhuang coughed, leaned against the door, lowered his head, not looking at the two.

Chen Ling slapped his phone on the table: "You told me so swearingly back then that no one else knew about this recording except you?"

"What recording?" Rongjing crossed his arms, leaned on the back of the sofa, stared at him for a while before suddenly realizing, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Besides me recording at that time, who else..."

"Look for yourself." Chen Ling lowered his voice, suppressing his anger.

Just after the first day of the competition, some investors have come to test the tone, saying that if M1G does not get a good ranking, it is likely to withdraw their investment.

Divestment?

That means that he will earn less and less money.

The blogger who got in touch, for some reason, came to find him when his Weibo was deleted, but suddenly he couldn't be contacted later, and even sent an apology statement.

Originally, most people didn't believe him, and even suspected that he was bought by Angry.

However, the bad thing is that Angry posted on Weibo.

He also stated that he also has the original recording.

And this morning, he received calls from several investors.

This time it is not a test, but a direct indication that the capital will be withdrawn.

Chen Ling panicked all of a sudden.

Without investors, let alone making money, even the club would be difficult to operate.

Rong Jing took a look at Weibo.

A few seconds later, he snorted and laughed: "The game is the game, and he is not afraid of losing to me..."

Chen Ling kicked the table: "Win him? Rongjing, I don't know why I gave you too much freedom during this time. As long as you are willing to pack well and play well, what future is there?"

"Do you know how much your skills are?"

"Also, the point is, Shen Qi has this recording in his hand."

"If you hadn't handed over the recording to me and insisted on forcing him to death, what would be the current situation?"

After all, Chen Ling had been a leader for many years, he quickly calmed down, and tugged on Rongjing's collar: "Tomorrow's game, if you can't even make it to the semi-finals, I have to think about it, you are the captain. Is it okay?"

Yesterday's result was already the worst result ever obtained by M1G, even when he first woke up, his result was better than yesterday.

If it wasn't for Rongjing's competition tomorrow, Chen Ling really wanted to beat Rongjing up.

He pushed the man onto the sofa and patted the ashes off his body.

Now he has to please those investors.

After Chen Ling left, Rong Jing got up from the sofa.

He looked at Jiang Zhuangzhuang who had been watching the show with gloom in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the tablet again.

Can't lose.

How can you lose.

It is his dream to win the championship with his own hands.

The tyranny in his eyes was gradually suppressed.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Zhuangzhuang sighed.

Why bother.

Why bother in the first place.

In the beginning, everything was fine.

It happened that one was obsessed with money, and the other was obsessed with honor.

Ruined a team.

After thinking about it, he turned around and left, letting Rongjing think about it by himself.

Turning into the toilet, Jiang Zhuangzhuang saw that there was no one around, and sent another message to Mr. Shen.

……

A few hours later, at the shooting site of the show, after finishing the last set of shots, Du Jing helped Fu Mingyuan pass water, and the makeup artist next to him and several program staff members rushed over.

Because the scene was too hot, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Fu Mingyuan's face, and beads of sweat emerged from the tip of his nose. He raised his head and took two sips of wolfberry tea.

A few female staff stared at him with staring eyes, as if what he drank was not wolfberries, but them.

Du Jing: ...

Not seeing.

After Fu Mingyuan finished drinking the water, he buttoned the cuff buttons that he had just undid due to overheating, put on his coat, and turned his face away, with a little alienation in his eyes.

The white cold light hit the lines of his cold face, adding a sense of distance.

The lead makeup artist held the notebook, and hesitantly handed it out: "That...Brother Fu, can you sign it?"

The makeup artist was a little shy. When he looked at Fu Mingyuan at a close distance, he felt that his eyes seemed to be able to see through people, which was too deep and attractive.

The stars who participated in the recording of this program were all around, and many of them were surrounded by staff.

There was no surprised expression on Fu Mingyuan's face, he nodded slightly, and took the paper and pen from the makeup artist.

Du Jing still bent down with a hopeless expression on his face.

Fu Mingyuan paused for a moment, and signed the book with the palm of his hand.

Several staff members held hands, almost jumping up excitedly.

"Brother Fu, can we take a photo of you? Just pass it on to the square..."

Fu Mingyuan froze for a moment, then stopped his movements.

square?

He frowned slightly, as if he didn't quite understand.

But he still responded: "Yes."

One of the staff immediately squatted down, looking for the best angle, to capture Brother Fu who was signing the autograph!

Ah ah ah ah Fu brother is so handsome!

Much more handsome than the one captured at the entrance of the hotel!

I don’t know how many little sisters I will be envious of when I send it out!

You can't take pictures during the filming of the show. Now that the filming is over, you can finally take pictures for Brother Fu!

Fu Mingyuan was snapped from the side, his face is sharp and angular, his nose bridge is high, and his long eyelashes can be seen!

In order to sign for them, Fu Mingyuan rolled up his sleeves a little bit, exposing a small part of his wrist, and compared with the black shirt, even his wrist became sexy!

When Shen Qi came, he stood at the door and saw such a scene.

There are obviously many people around, but it seems that he can only see Fu Mingyuan alone.

He was standing among the girls with bright smiles, his back was straight, his slender legs were slightly bent, as if to match the height of the girls, he held the notebook in his palm, lowered his head, and seriously Sign one stroke at a time.

The curves of the corners of his lips were straightened, and the light went all the way down from his Adam's apple, into the neckline of his shirt, and the line of his waist was tucked into his coat.

Shen Qi felt his fingertips were hot, the numbness began to burst from his scalp, and his heart started to speed up uncontrollably.

Even breathing became heavy.

It seems to be back to the time when the two of them held a parent meeting in the bed in the morning.

Strange, joyous, overwhelming.

After a while, he rubbed his hair to suppress this strange feeling that even his heart couldn't bear it.

"Master Shen?" The staff who led him in before recognized him after reading his work card for a long time.

The staff didn't quite understand why this young master likes to wear a mask all the time. He should be good looking by his eyes.

Shen Qi's fingertips trembled, and when he recovered, he nodded towards the staff.

He didn't go in, but turned and walked directly to the stairwell.

When he lowered his head, he passed Su Ya and Wu Yan who was beside Su Ya.

Wu Yan stared back at his back for a long time.

"What's the matter? Acquaintance?" Su Ya didn't recognize anyone.

Wu Yan frowned and nodded, then shook his head: "Is that Young Master Shen just now? It seems to be him."

Su Ya stopped in her tracks and followed his line of sight, but there was nowhere to be seen.

She straightened her clothes: "It's fine for them to live their own lives. After returning to City A, I might move in with your family, Mr. Shen."

"However, Shen Qi and I are not suitable for many exchanges."

Wu Yan responded, and then said worriedly: "But, Mr. Shen's illness..."

Su Ya smiled softly: "Wu Yan, love, although it can't affect everything, it can make everything better."

Wu Yan didn't seem to understand much, but he still nodded.

He thought of Shen Qi's Weibo post, and a smile came into his eyes again.

……

Shen Qi went to the stairwell and sat down, leaning against the wall, he licked his dry lips, feeling the urge to smoke.

Looking at the already dark night outside with his chin propped up, maybe tomorrow will not be a good weather, there are no stars in the night, and the moon has never appeared.

Shen Qi took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Mingyuan.

You Brother Qi: Brother, I will wait for you in the stairwell~

He didn't say which stairwell, but he felt that his brother would know.

The last message still stopped at my brother's sentence "baby".

It's really a shame.

He propped his forehead with his right hand, closed his eyes for a while, and then laughed softly.

Ah, a baby is a baby, who is not a baby anymore.

After thinking about it, he pulled his hair again.

Hair is still tingling.

Obviously it was what he said himself, why is it like this now...

After taking a few deep breaths, Shen Qi clicked on the Weibo that he hadn't read after today's post.

Angry's hyperchat has become a true fan's paradise.

[You say God A played a fake match, please show evidence, and then submit it to the league for them to judge Thank you, you are so amazing]

[Internet trolls, remember, what you say on the Internet is also legally responsible]

[The water of e-sports is too deep, but the person I like is in this circle]

[I heard that someone has already received a lawyer's letter? ]

Of course, there are still bad remarks mixed in it——

[Hehe, post a Weibo to clarify?Hype? ]

[I have a lot of problems with my old club because I have such trouble with my old club]

[Those who don’t know the tone of this voice thought you are number one in the e-sports circle]

[......]

No one listens to their remarks.

Those sailors seemed to disappear naturally.

And under Angry's Weibo, the comments on the first few pages are all uniform——

[God A is just right!we support you! ]

Shen Qi rubbed his temples with some headache.

What is going on with these trumpets that look like zombies.

The fans who were caught in the midst of a bunch of zombie accounts and had a hard time speaking were particularly joyful.

Shen Qi clicked in one by one to look at the Weibo of these fans, and when he saw a funny joke, he liked it.

It was a big night, and many people thought that Angry's account had been hacked.

Fifteen minutes or so later, there was an extremely regular sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Probably because work was over tonight, the lights here were turned off, only the lights on the ground floor were still on.

The light was weak, Shen Qi couldn't see the outline of the person in front of him clearly, but he could recognize his footsteps, his smell, his height and shape.

He stood on the bottom step, stretched out his hand, grabbed Fu Mingyuan's collar, and pulled him towards him.

By virtue of the height of the steps, he was a head taller than Fu Mingyuan. His right hand was embedded in the other's warm palm, and he slowly clasped his fingers one by one, making the other's arm bend and stick tightly to the wall.

The left hand grabs the opponent's wrist and raises it above the head.

The body is slightly tilted downward, the legs are slightly bent, and the left knee is on the opponent's knee.

Turning his head slightly, he kissed her warm lips.

Lingering but not gentle.

Tossing and turning on the other's lips, but he refused to pry his teeth open.

Until it is turned against the customer.

Fu Mingyuan broke free from the shackles with the hand that was forcibly grabbed, and put one arm around Shen Qi's waist, making him get closer to him. With some strength, he hugged him down from the steps.

Breathing became hot.

The wind at night was a bit cold, but the two of them couldn't feel it at all.

Fu Mingyuan's strength is very strong, he obviously looks serious at ordinary times, but when kissing, he doesn't leave any leeway, leaving his breath in every inch.

Shen Qi slightly tightened his grip on the opponent's clothes.

Some can't take it easy.

A few minutes later, the two foreheads touched each other.

Fu Mingyuan's hand helped Shen Qi to move his back, allowing him to breathe slowly.

Shen Qi licked his numb lips, and a smile overflowed from his throat.

"Brother, why don't you hide? What if it's someone else? Just like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, another peck was pecked on his lips.

Fu Mingyuan's breath was also a little messy, and he rubbed the hand on his waist.

The boy's waist is slender.

Not a trace of fat.

He can circle them all.

The breaths of the two were intertwined.

Fu Mingyuan said in a hoarse voice: "No."

"I know it is you."

"I know it when you stand here."

He knew the smell of the boy.

Familiar with his breath.

Shen Qi was stunned for a moment, then let out a low voice.

After a few seconds, my breathing became steady, and I said again: "Brother, I haven't asked you yet, why are you so good at kissing?"

"You see, my legs are weak every time you kiss me, and I can't stand up. Can you teach me more?"

Under the dim light, Fu Mingyuan stared at him closely.

A smile spread across his lips.

"Ah."

……

Back where he lived, Fu Mingyuan packed his luggage.

Shen Qi propped his chin with one hand and looked at him.

"Brother, wait for me to go back."

"Brother, does your brother live with you? Oh, what a pity, can I come and see him?"

"Are you missing me in your room?"

Fu Mingyuan didn't have many clothes, and Du Jing had already put away most of them before.

After closing the box, he walked in front of Shen Qi, bent down, and kissed him again.

Shen Qi tugged at his collar to continue.

The other party rubbed his soft hair restrainedly: "I can't kiss anymore, I can't help it."

When he said this, his eyes kept on Shen Qi's face, focused and serious.

Shen Qi almost tensed up.

How can my brother be so cute.

Said such a serious thing.

He raised his head, his fingers went up step by step from the hem of his clothes in imitation of walking posture, all the way to his neckline, his Adam's apple, and his lips.

The fingertips brushed against the corner of each other's lips.

Bring some itch.

He half-kneeled on the sofa, straightened his waist, let Fu Mingyuan bend down, leaned into his ear and whispered slowly: "That's okay, brother~"

Fu Mingyuan reacted for a while, and interlocked his fingers.

Following his example in the same way, she leaned close to his ear and spoke in a low voice.

Shen Qi let out an ah.

Numbness again from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

It's over, he can't compare to his brother.