did i call your name

No matter how you look at it, it feels too deliberate, Gao Yi lay down on the bed covering his face, turned over and rolled.

You might even be mistaken for a liar.

I haven't received the news that my friend has been successfully added for a long time, so I gave up in the first year of high school, and the faint expectation in my heart also dissipated.

There is no live broadcast today, so Gao checked the time, it was still early, and we could still broadcast it for a while.

Gao Yi played alone for a few rounds and didn't say much during the whole process. Suddenly, a netizen smashed presents like crazy, almost thousands of dollars. Gao Yi frowned, and couldn't help but say: "Thank you netizen k-hyq Gifts don’t need to be so expensive, thank you.”

Gao Yi was busy confronting the man with guns, and didn't notice that the man was still smashing presents.

He glanced at the screen next to him, and the screen was full of barrages, all of which were swiping at the local rich fan who was crazy about throwing gifts.

Fans are willing to give themselves gifts, which is of course a good thing, but throwing money so recklessly is a bit too much.

Gao took a look at the fan's id, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

A particularly eye-catching barrage slid past: This person can't be pure, can he?

pure is He Yanqing's game id, and also his member id as a member of the ke team.

Gao Yi paused for a while while holding the mouse, and cursed in his heart.

That barrage instantly sparked heated discussions among fans, and more and more barrages were discussing whether local rich fans were pure or not like a snowball.

Fans of local tyrants are throwing more and more money. Seeing that it is almost tens of thousands, Gao Yi scolded Mai: "Are you fucking sick?"

Don't think about it, this person must be He Yanqing, and he was scolded for saying that he was sick.

The bullet screen exploded instantly.

[What the hell is going on? ? ? ? ? ? 】

[My son scolded someone? ? ?Did I hear you right?]

[Oh my god, it's not the big guy who is crazy about buying gifts, is he? 】

[Gone is really awesome, catching someone who brushes gifts and scolding people is sick, awesome, awesome]

[Speechless, someone gave you a gift, and you still cursed, the fan turned away]

[If you want to turn around, turn around quickly, no one is forcing you to stay here]

……

There are black fans who are leading the rhythm, but most of them are discussing whether the person who collects gifts is He Yanqing, the captain of team ke.

With a sullen face, Gao Yi resisted the urge to scold his mother, and rushed into the room to confront someone with a gun. He was suffocating in his heart, and his hands were shaking a little. died.

The barrage was still discussing that local tyrant fan, Gao glanced at that person who was still brushing gifts, and was very upset. He held the mouse and was about to blurt out the words "Get out" stuck in his throat.

Ding--

The phone rang, Gao Yi turned his head and glanced at the phone screen.

-qsn:?

Gao Yi's fingertips trembled, and his eyes lit up instantly.

qsn is Qiu Sinian's WeChat name.

Inexplicably, the irritability dissipated immediately, Gao Yi's expression became relaxed, he squeezed his fingers, and scolded himself for being so excited.

When he sent a message to Qiu Sinian in the first year of high school, he was taking a shower. He was going to sleep after taking a shower, but when he turned off his phone, he saw a friend request.

The note in the first year of high school really caught Mr. Qiu's attention, and he usually just glanced over it and skipped it.

Qiu Sinian sat on the sofa and wiped his hair, waiting for the other party to reply.

I don't know if it's a liar or a prank, but it's true that he lost his computer, and he has to ask about it.

The freshman in high school received Qiu Sinian's reply, and his heart was a little flustered. He was eager to reply to the message, but he couldn't get away, so he was absent-minded during the live broadcast.

At some point, a lot of black fans popped up on the barrage, and they made a big fuss about his "you are fucking sick" just now, and swiped a bunch of slanderous words, which can no longer be read.

In fact, there are quite a lot of anti-fans in the first year of high school, but he is not very active at ordinary times, and he is quiet, except for the fake match, he can't find any information if the anti-fans want to blackmail him, and finally caught a high-level one live All the swearing came out all at once.

Gao Yi glanced at the barrage, the fans of the local tycoon who had been collecting gifts just now had stopped, but the black fans hadn't stopped.

It was impossible to say that he didn't care, but he was used to it in the first year of high school, since the day he left the ke team.At that time, there were a lot more black fans than now, and Gao Yi had never heard any nasty words.

He will feel uncomfortable, and will secretly scold him for being an idiot because he wiped his tears secretly by himself.

[It is said that this person was a gangster before he became a professional player. How much quality can you expect him to have? 】

[Mouth area, mouth area, thanks to the fact that I liked it so much before, I really vomited, as much as I liked before, I hate it now]

【This is your tall baby, come, come, let me see your face, lick the dog, hurry up and lick it】

……

After He Yanqing gave Gao Yi a gift of ten thousand dollars, he immediately regretted it, and frowned while holding the phone.

He knew that life in the first year of high school was very tight now, and it was nothing to him to collect some gifts, but he didn't expect to attract such a bunch of gangsters because of it.

Gao Yi seldom turned on the camera in the live broadcast, and he didn't talk much. He Yanqing didn't know what was going on with him, so he was a little worried.

He was holding the phone in a daze when Gao Yi's voice suddenly came from the screen: Don't do such boring things again, thank you.

The first year of high school said this to He Yanqing, he knew that he must be right in front of the screen.

Gao Yi clenched the mouse, staring at every moving target on the computer screen, with no emotion in his eyes.

There is still an "ideal face" waiting for him. Now he just wants to download the broadcast early, and he doesn't have the heart to watch how the barrage is full of fragrance.

The phone rang suddenly, Gao Yi was taken aback, and glanced to the side.

[qsn invites you to make a voice call]

Gao Yi looked at the head of the blue parrot on the phone screen, and his eyeballs were about to roll out of their sockets.

He panicked, freed his other hand, and took the phone in a hurry.

The first year of high school found a house and hid in the corner, holding the mobile phone, hesitating whether to answer it or not.

The people in the game suddenly hid in the room and stopped moving, and the bullet screen was a little puzzled.

【Why is it not moving】

【Did you get disconnected? 】

[My treasure won't be scolded away, right? ? ?Fuck you gangsters! ! ! 】

[? ? ?Went to the bathroom? 】

……

Gao took a look at the barrage and decided to hang up the phone, since he shouldn't have answered the phone during the live broadcast.

I don't know if it's because I haven't recovered or I'm too nervous, Gao Yi slipped his hand, and actually clicked Reject as Connect.

"Hello?" Qiu Sinian's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lean on.

Gao Yi scolded ten thousand times in his heart, but he still remembered Qiu Sinian's nice voice.

There was no sound from the other end of the phone, and Chou Sinian said "Hello" again, with a hoarse voice: "Speak."

The barrage exploded again.

[Did I hear correctly?Was there someone else's voice just now? ? ? 】

[It's a man! ! !I heard it too! 】

[Hmm? ? ? ?what's the situation]

[It’s a friend, come back quickly, your feet will go numb after squatting for so long~~~]

……

Gao Yi's lips were almost bitten off, he held the phone and whispered, "I, I will call you later."

Trembling after saying this, Gao Yi hung up the phone and threw the phone aside, not even daring to take another look.

Hearing the gentle boyish voice, Qiu Sinian paused for a moment with his hand wiping his hair, and then he heard a "beep" and hung up the phone.

Gao Yi felt that his ears were a little hot. He touched his flushed face, took a breath, and continued the game with vigor.

Today's live broadcast has a huge amount of information, and the barrage is also very lively, with waves after waves of explosions.

The stuttering "I'll call you later" in the first year of high school reached the ears of everyone through the live broadcast, which aroused infinite associations, including He Yanqing who was still watching the live broadcast.

After a while, he jumped on the bed with his mobile phone.

It has been an hour since Qiu Sinian called. Every minute and every second of the live broadcast just now was a torment in the first year of high school.

[You have added qsn, you can start chatting now. 】

Looking at the row of small characters on the top of the mobile phone screen in the first year of high school, I feel very beautiful in my heart, and I don't know what to be beautiful.

Qiu Sinian only sent a question mark, but there was no further text, and he didn't call again.

The phone call just now seemed to be in a dream. The dream had passed without a trace, and it was not real.

The first year of high school did not dare to call back.

Fight again later, and the future is also the future.

Gao Yi was lying on the bed with his mobile phone in his hands, thinking about how to reply would be more natural. After thinking about it for a long time, his brains were almost lumpy, and he couldn't think of a suitable word.

Gao Yi bit his lip, and finally answered the truth foolishly: I found your notebook.

The first year of high school is nothing fancy, and if he wants to have some intersection with the "ideal face", he can only think of this simple and clumsy way, he doesn't know those twists and turns.

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, Senior One was a little depressed, his anticipation was lost, and he tapped the phone case with his fingers in a daze.

After the first year of high school, I didn't hear from Qiu Sinian again. After sending the first message, Qiu Sinian also waited for a few minutes, wiping his hair while waiting. The hair was all dried, and he didn't see the other party replying to the message. .

I made a phone call, but it got connected and hung up again, saying that I would call back later.

What about playing with him?

The live broadcast in the first year of high school was a bit long, and Qiu Sinian's bedtime was ten o'clock in the evening, so he couldn't be shaken. Of course, he couldn't delay his sleep time just to wait for a phone call.

So when he waited until ten o'clock sharp, he turned off his phone and went to bed before the first year of high school called back.