Male god, male god, I have your exclusive black history

As soon as Qin Yu's Weibo was posted, the fans immediately exploded.

——What the hell is going on!Is the male god Aite obsessed with fans? !

——Is that a brain teaser?Little Feather actually asked him to pick him up?Is this the rhythm of face-to-face?

——Has the brain-twisting fan finally succeeded in asking for a fan? hhhhh glad to hear it! @超级热烧板的脑罗热fans remember to broadcast live!

——Am I the only one who noticed that Xiao Yu is coming to M City!

——and actually didn't come to M City with Zhan Tian, ​​but let the fans pick him up, there is a story in it!

The comments on Weibo are still increasing. Qin Yu scrolled through the comments for a while, and the corners of his mouth kept rising.

At the same time, the brain-tangle fan himself was shocked.

The brain fan lying on the small feather bed: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !you you you!Do you agree to meet with me? ! !

Brain fan lying on the small feather bed: Male God, are you finally willing to come and fuck the fan?

The brain-twisting fan lying on the small feather bed: I want to explode the fireworks, male god, please tell me, am I dreaming!

Qin Yu looked at his message, smiled, and replied: Well, you are dreaming.

Brain fan lying on the small feather bed: QAQ male god, don't do this, I know it must not be my dream!

Brain fan lying on a small feather bed: [Picture] I don't care if I took a screenshot, if you delete Weibo or break your promise to me, me, me, I will post your black history!

Qin Yu: ...

Qin Yu: What black history?

Brain fan lying on the small feather bed: Hey, you must not know, I actually have a lot of dark history about you! ~

Brainstormer lying on a small feather bed: Like... [Screenshot]

Qin Yu frowned, and clicked on the picture sent to him by the fans.

It was a screenshot of the record of chatting with others in the group.

At that time, I was still a student, not very old, and I was in the middle of the second illness, and I was not an anchor, so almost no one knew me. At that time, Ou Chen was already a well-known cosplayer.

Qin Yu secretly added Ou Chen's fan group, and when chatting with his other "rivals in love", he ran out confidently and said that he was the only number one fan that Zhan Tian recognized, and his name was Monkey Butt Mushroom.

It's a pity that his hand cancer was at an advanced stage at that time, and the "number one iron fan" was beaten into a "number one iron dung" by him, and the "monkey butt mushroom" was also beaten into a "dog's butt" by him.

His vest in the group at that time was a "mushroom", but because there was a "Hericium erinaceus" in the group, he was naturally ridiculed as a "monkey fart mushroom". Like, even a little like.

But that was his previous taste, and now, even if he was killed, he would not admit that the person who was full of aura in the second class was himself.

And what is the "number one fan"... Humph!The number one black fan is almost the same!

The content on the screenshot happened to be the sentence on his hand cancer, "I am the only cast iron dung that Zhan Tian's husband admits, shit ass."

After the news of his hand cancer was sent out, the whole group burst out laughing, even the diving party who hadn't bubbled up for thousands of years was blown out by his famous saying.

Qin Yu was ridiculed by the whole group for several months. Even though Qin Yu was wearing a dead body in a diving suit, every time the Hericium erinaceus came out, everyone would think of Qin Yu, and they would call him out .

At first Qin Yu was quite tolerant, after all, it was his hand cancer, and his hand cancer was a long-standing problem, and he had not only made jokes this time, but later because he was always surrounded by people, he got a little annoyed.

So much so that I quit the group in the end and didn't contact anyone again.

It has been many years now, if it wasn't for this brain fan who sent him the picture again, he would have almost forgotten about it.

It's just that my black history has passed a long time ago, and I didn't know this fanboy at that time, so why would he have this? !

Qin Yu: ...Where did you get this picture==

Brain fan lying on a small feather bed: I took the screenshot o(￣︶￣)n

Qin Yu: To lie to a ghost, take a screenshot of yourself--

Brain fan lying on the small feather bed: It's true, I happened to be in the group you were in at the time, and we talked in the group!

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes: What is the name of the vest in your group?

Brain fans lying on a small feather bed: pangolin o(￣︶￣)n

Qin Yu: Oh, I never heard of it.

Brain fans lying on a small feather bed: _(:зゝ∠)_

After a long time, Qin Yu really doesn't remember such a famous person.

But he would be in that group at that time, so he should be a fan of Ou Chen, right?That being the case, why would you pester yourself every day to beg for fans? !

Qin Yu was faintly suspicious.

Could it be... this person...

Because he saw through Ou Chen's stupidity and saw his own handsomeness, so he gave up on the former male god and turned against himself? !

If this is the case, this fanatic still has a bit of vision.

Brain fan lying on a small feather bed: I have not only your dark history here, but also a lot.In fact, at the beginning, I was just a small fan of Zhantian. Later, I always saw you in the group, and thought that you often had cancer in your hands, or sometimes you were honest and cute, so I would collect your black history from time to time. , I slowly became a fan of you (*/ω＼*)

Qin Yu: ...

It's really a bit different to be a fan of yourself through black history.

Brainstormer lying on a small feather bed: So!God, if you let me go!I'm really going to send out all your black history [kimbo]

Qin Yu:==Since I have already promised you and posted on Weibo again, I will definitely not break my promise.

Qin Yu: Besides, do I seem to be the kind of person who will break my promise? ? ?

The brain fan lying on the small feather bed: Hehe, my male god is the best!God damn it~

After forking off Weibo, Qin Yu thought for a while, and decided to create a small account before going to Ou Chen's fan group.

That group wasn't particularly crowded at the time, and there were only a few people who often bubbled and talked to him, but Qin Yu couldn't remember that there was a person named "Pangolin" in the group, and this person had talked to him ?

He built the trumpet with doubts, then searched for the group name from memory, and then submitted an application to join the group.

This group is Ou Chen's original fan group, an unofficial communication group created by his fans, and Ou Chen is not even in it.

Qin Yu didn't know if there were still people in this group, and whether he would agree to his application to join the group.

The message was sent out, but no one responded for a while.

Qin Yu reckoned that there were probably no survivors in this group.

Instead of waiting, he turned on the live broadcast assistant and the game, intending to complete today's live broadcast task first.

But he never expected that just after the game was started, a clear coughing sound came from the stereo.

Qin Yu knew that his application to join the group was approved, so he ignored the fans in the live broadcast room and the game, and immediately cut out to open the group member list of that group.

But no matter whether he turned it forwards or backwards, he couldn't see the brain-twisting fan wearing the pangolin vest anyway.

The author has something to say:

For the past two days, I have stayed up all night to make a journal proofreading_(:зゝ∠)_I didn’t have time to write a QAQ. When I finish that, I will make sure to update it!