Network distribution writer and CV master

The new article has been put in the draft box, a boring afternoon.Little writer ready, start playing the game!

"Little Feifei, what are you doing?" The little writer sat on a chair, opened the address book, and poked an author he knew from the early submissions.

"Nothing, my boyfriend is busy with things recently, and he's not online, so he doesn't have much interest in playing LOL..."

"I'm so bored... none of my favorite variety shows have been updated recently... Tutu is so sad, blah..."

Although they were not together and couldn't see her expression, the little writer knew that she must have rolled her eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.Fei Feifei knows the little writer very well, that is, the legendary best friend. She was fine at first, but later on she no longer accepts the little writer's cuteness and coquetry.Hmph, let's see how little writer Tutu will take revenge on her later!I must use the game I am best at to defeat her openly!Let her know that this Tutu is not someone to mess with!

"Feifei, let's play games together! You usually play with your boyfriend, but you didn't call me, I'm so wronged~"

"Okay, okay, put away your expression. I've never seen you like this before." Feifeifei muttered something, but still agreed to the little writer's request.However, the little writer didn't care, the villain in his heart waved his arms exaggeratedly, hahaha, thinking that she was about to be abused by the little writer and crying for her father and mother, and seeing the little writer differently, the little writer almost woke up laughing from a dream.Of course, Feifeifei definitely doesn't know what the little writer is thinking, otherwise she will definitely look at the little writer with the eyes of a mentally retarded person.

"Tell me, what are you playing?" Feifeifei asked coldly.

"I'm better at playing gold miners! No, it's too much for you to play this game. When you lose, you'll say I'm a fool. Why don't we play BNB?"

Haha~ I'm also very good at playing BNB, let's see how Bentutu abuses you today.Don't blame me, little Feifei.Why do you always say that I am a game scum, and that I am handicapped, the little writer secretly laughed in his heart.

"What? You mean Gold Miner? That mentally handicapped game I didn't play in primary school? Forget it, it's fine. Give me the URL, and I'll download it."

"The website has been sent to you. You don't need to download it. There are online two-player games." It seems that I really haven't played it, and I don't even know whether I want to download it or not.But that's okay, in this way, Ben Tutu's chances of winning are even greater.No, the little writer reminded himself to restrain his inner joy.The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades cannot yet begin to celebrate.Underestimating the enemy is the beginning of failure!No, I can't make such a mistake!Hey, but the corners of the mouth just can't bend~

The little writer will not be happy soon, because. . .

"Feifei, which one is you, ah... you are the green one... I thought you were pink... pink is so beautiful, but you didn't choose it, she is so wronged."

"Shut up! Do you think I will forget the fact that you dropped a bomb just now and almost killed me? Be careful!"

Another round.

"What color are you?" Xiao Feifei was a little confused, and asked with her head slightly tilted.

"The blue one, look, you have forgotten it too, you can't blame me just now, are you right?" After finally catching Feifei's mistake, the little writer must choke back, otherwise, she would say every time I am a game scum!

"Mentally retarded! You fucking blew yourself up, and you're still talking about me!"

"Ah... hold the grass, really. I can explain it! Feifei! Little Feifei!" the little writer shouted heartbreakingly, trying to keep Feifeifei...

"One more round, just one round! Really! Huh? Okay?"

"Just play the last game with you? I can go now?"

"Yeah, I promise." The little writer sent a photo of himself. He opened his eyes, which were purer than little pudding, and looked at Feifei with watery eyes. She must not be willing to refuse the little writer's request.

"Then let's start, eh..." Feifeifei sighed, but her fingers were already ready to start.

"I'm ready, I will definitely not lose this time, I will send 4!" Sure enough, I agreed, hehe, the little writer was secretly happy in his heart. ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ

"Very good! Student Tutu, can you please explain why you kicked a bomb and then ran over by yourself?" An angry Feifeifei sent a video invitation, and the little writer clicked to accept tremblingly.As soon as she opened it, she saw Fei Feifei calling out the little writer's name from between her teeth. The little writer guessed that she didn't mean to bite herself. . .Bar?

"(⊙ω⊙) Open your eyes wide," the little writer sent an emoji,

"Tutu... The up and down keys of the Tutu notebook are too small. The Tutu wanted to push it to blow up the opponent, but..." The little writer was afraid that Fei Feifei would really bite him to death, so he didn't dare to call himself I had no choice but to act cute again and again, hoping to extinguish the other party's anger.

"But you were in a hurry and pressed the wrong key?"

"Yes, yes, what are you..." The little writer raised his head, wanting to praise her for his understanding, but saw her eyes tearing open, with an expression on her face that wanted to kill herself, the little writer slowly lowered his head, and then With lightning speed, he snapped down the laptop's screen half way, "Hey, I'm suddenly a little hungry, and I want to eat the skewers in our commercial street! Feifeifei, do you want it? Let's go When we meet for the first time, I will bring you something to eat~" Without waiting for the other party to answer, the little writer hurriedly opened the bedroom door and slipped away.

"Damn Bunny! This TM is a puzzle game! You won't win a game, and you will laugh to death if you say it! You try to try with me next time!" Fei Feifei let out a river roar in her apartment, but a certain The culprit actually ran out to buy delicious food.

Just kidding, don't leave now, when she can't take it anymore, she will really kill me, okay? The commercial street of N University is a little far away from my home. When I buy it back, Xiao Feifei should not be angry.While walking slowly, the little writer scratched his own little abacus.Forget it, don't play games with her in the near future, otherwise, sooner or later, I will be torn apart by her.It's strange, the little girl who is usually very gentle, how can she become so irritable when talking about games, it's really scary!The little writer pouted.No idea how insane this kind of thing can be.

In fact, young writers really don’t play many games, only Gold Miner and BNB are played in elementary school. Junior high school likes to read literary novels, and they don’t touch games at all.I studied hard in high school, not to mention games, and basically didn't watch much TV.When I went to college, I realized that not only boys like to play online games all the time, and their grades are good, but many girls are also very skilled.For example, Fei Feifei who appeared just now.Therefore, there are always reasons for bad technology~

For the sake of his own safety, the reason for the tragic death of a man at home is that his teammates cannot tolerate the tragedy of his hand injury. The writer decided to register an account and practice his operation skills first.Lest others always despise him in the future.

What game are you playing?The little writer lowered his head and thought, with his toes touching the ground, but his heels kept turning, apparently in deep thought.

Forget it, after much deliberation, I was still full of frustration, so the little writer decided to give up the game project.

It was so sad, the young writer who returned home decided to post his experience on Weibo, but none of his fans comforted him.It's not hahahaha, it's just a collection of emoticons for a long time.The little writer feels that he is simply loveless.

Seeing that the screen was full of disgust for him, the little writer commented bitterly: "You are a bunch of fake fans! Fake fans!"

When the little writer was trying to tease fans, suddenly a message window popped up in the backstage.The little writer clicked on it, and it turned out to be a male god! ! !

"exist?"

"Yes, yes, what do you want me to do?"

"Aren't you a bunny? Why are you learning from sheep again?" Molesting is all about molesting, but sheep are also very cute~ with snow-white skin, soft voice, and licking themselves with their small tongues from time to time.Uh-huh, a certain male god cleared his throat, and reminded himself that he couldn't think about it any longer, and it would be inappropriate for children to think about it any longer.

The little writer didn't know how to answer. He was afraid that if he answered too seriously, it would embarrass him, but he didn't want his male god to think that he was not so serious.

He breathed out through his nose, and his chest let out a dull laugh. The man couldn't help but said, "I'm kidding~"

. . .The male god is very badbad. . .The little writer complained silently.

"Do you... have time to play games? I want to find someone to play with, but I can't find anyone." No wonder, there are so many people who want to accompany you that you can line up to Beijing.Are you willing to let others accompany you! ! !

"I'm free, but..." The little writer didn't want to tell Da Da that it was because of his disabled hand.

"What's the matter? Because your hands are broken haha." There was another burst of laughter from the chest, making people seem to see him smiling.

Wocao!!! Who told me the male god! ! !In the end is the traitor! ! !The little writer turned into a fire-breathing dragon and vowed to kill the person who leaked the news.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," the male god's tone became serious, and the little writer couldn't help but sit up straight and prick up his ears.

"It doesn't matter if you have a handicap, I just want to find someone to hang up with, do daily tasks, and have a lot of experience." A certain male god said slowly with a sincere attitude, making people naturally believe that what he said is true of.

but!Do you think that male gods are the kind of people who are game masters even if they don't play games?In fact, a certain male god tried to play the game once before.However, before others saw it, he realized that he might be a game scum, and then he never played games again.Every time someone said they wanted to play scumbags together, he would walk away silently, or use various behaviors to hint that he was busy.Over time, people will form the idea that the Great God has no time to play games, but they will not think that he can't play games.After all, in people's eyes, the Great God has good grades, a mature way of handling things, and is excellent in all aspects, so nothing should trouble him.God knows, how long has it been since a certain male god played a game.If it weren't for the fear that he would accidentally make a fool of himself, he would have killed thousands of people in front of the little writer and showed his heroic demeanor.

The author has something to say:

small theater

Little Writer: [raised his own rabbit ears] made a gesture with his fingers, "Shh, the Great God is about to speak."

A certain male god: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I am Shuishui experience."

Little Writer: The male god must also be very good at playing games.

A certain male god: "No, don't be afraid." He was obviously afraid of revealing himself, but he still pretended to be flattered. . .

A certain male god glanced at Mouba, "Don't talk, my image as a game master can't be destroyed."

Mou Ba: "...you lied to Tutu like this, won't your conscience hurt?"

A certain male god: "It's okay, I usually just play with gold miners, Tutu will never find out."

Mou Ba: "Now we are talking about whether you will reveal your secrets! Anger. [Slam the script]"