My attack and disguise are weak and I can't extricate myself

Zhang Ting lived in a good environment when he was a child, he matured late, he didn’t have a sense of struggle, and his work was just passing by, so to speak, he was coaxed by his mother to study as a graduate student. His grades were not good, but his spirit was very high. He didn’t want to go directly to his company. After that, I found a job in human resources. Although I calmed down a lot after work, and stopped following those rich second-generation buddies, the friends I made in the circle have not lost contact. Alright, Mass, Da Vinci, the Chief Steward of the Tiandihui.

Mass likes to save games, and often drags them together to drink, eat some fruit plate, drink some cocktails, and listen to the songs sung by the band. Although they are not a well-known team, they all tip generously, once or twice It's a familiar face.

A few people are nothing more than two topics, games and circles.The game is a recently popular online game "Legend of Bing Ge". They are all scumbags, but Zhang Ting is a waste, mainly following those few experience.This made him feel a little frustrated. He couldn't play this game very well. The reason is all his mother's fault. I don't know who said it when I was a child. Boys are prone to fall into the game, skipping classes, stealing money, beating others and starving to death. , Anything can happen as long as it is linked to the game.

His mother watched him play games very strictly since he was a child. When he was 15 years old, his skills in teasing boys were almost full, and it was the first time he played Super Mario. He thought the game Super Mario was really fun and required skills. If you are not careful, you will not be able to eat stars, and if you eat too much, you can shoot bullets. Those strange mushroom cactus can be killed with a single shot. When he told his classmates, he was laughed at for a whole semester.

The circle is the Three Thousand Worlds where they all hang out. There are five big like-minded groups in Beijing. These five groups are not the most numerous, but the most orthodox and most confidential. They have undergone strict identity registration and even have photos stored inside. The upgrade system is adopted, namely Hutongkou, Siheyuan, Chang'an Street, Moat, Forbidden City, and Hutongkou groups are mostly junior players with short circle age, large floating population and frequent changes.If you practice a lot, have good skills, and have a good reputation, you can advance to a courtyard group after being introduced by upper-level players, and so on.

Zhang Ting just listened when they talked about things in the circle, and every time someone talked about the little shou that he still wanted to talk about, Xia Chengqi's face would appear in his mind, how clean and beautiful it was.

"Hey, have you heard of the Peach and Plum Ghost King? It is said that this man is very clean and clever. Now he is in the limelight, but he never does it." Massa asked while pinching a cigarette.

The brothers present here are all good in the circle, that is, the kind of high-end players who have money to bless and play. No one is really familiar with this Peach and Plum Ghost King. It is said that he is also from the Beijing circle, but he has never even seen it. There have been videos made by this person circulating on the Internet, which is enough for the wrist.

"Does the scar have an artistic sense? Does it have a sense of hierarchy? Is it suitable for painting?" Da Vinci took a sip of his wine. This man is a painter in real life, and he is different from ordinary people. For example, he bought a ticket to go to Antarctica on a whim. Zhang Ting didn't understand painting penguins. Penguins are basically found in every provincial and polar pavilion. Why do you have to travel to Antarctica to draw them? Antarctic penguins have a sense of art?

"Let's get to know each other, since we're so awesome." The rudder owner casually flipped through his phone.

"Hey, after all, the circle is not big. It's so easy. If you don't come out, you won't be able to find it for a lifetime." Massa shook his head.

"You're so famous? What's so good about it?" All Zhang Ting could think about was his new roommate Xia Chengqi. According to the current time, Xia Chengqi should have returned from working overtime. Maybe he was sitting in the living room watching TV and taking a shower. , bare upper body, wet hair.

"Maybe he's more handsome than you?" Misa blinked at him. He knew that Zhang Ting was more concerned about this, and he usually dressed up more aggressively.

"Let's not talk about him, the Bingge server was hacked yesterday, do you know?" The rudder master squinted at Mass, they are the two with the highest level here, and of course it was time.

Mass was eating an apple, picked up a small fork, poked at the tenderest piece of apple flesh in the fruit plate, chewed it in his mouth, and replied casually, "Yes, I am black. I typed a copy all night yesterday, and my eyes I was going to be blind from exhaustion, so a level [-] defensive mask burst out, and I hacked the server as soon as I got angry, so I promise they won't catch me." Mi Sa proudly raised his legs.

Zhang Ting and Leonardo da Vinci applauded dog-leggedly, "Students are amazing, graduates from T University are different, writing can set the world with a pen, and martial arts can fight with one's hand."

The rudder master nodded to Mass, smiled strangely, and said, "Bing is about my family."

mass"......"

Zhang Ting "..."

Da Vinci "..."

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Xia Chengqi is cooking mung bean soup at home. I bought it from a nearby Walmart downstairs. I have been working a lot of overtime lately and my mouth has ulcers. I want to drink some cold water. I will chill it today and bring it to the law firm to drink tomorrow.

At this moment, as soon as the door lock rang, Zhang Ting stumbled in. His handsome face was blushing in two places, his eyes were blurred, his feet were floating, and he smelled heavily of alcohol.

Xia Chengqi frowned when he saw him, and hurriedly supported Zhang Ting to sit on the sofa, and brought him a pair of slippers, "Brother Ting, you drank too much."

Zhang Ting squinted his eyes and looked at Xia Chengqi presumptuously. His housekeeper Xia Chengqi brought him slippers, and as soon as he bent down, his clothes slid up a little, revealing a small piece of white skin. Xia Chengqi was standing together, with messy hair and lips Slightly opened, brows furrowed, but it's also good-looking, no matter what, the more he looks at it, the more he likes it in his heart, and he has poor control when he's drunk, so he rushes towards Xia Chengqi tremblingly, Xia Chengqi didn't hide, Hugging him tightly, he happily hung his arms on Xia Chengqi's shoulders, "Why are you... here?"

"Brother Ting, go change your clothes and take a shower. I'll serve you a bowl of mung bean soup to sober you up." Xia Chengqi helped Zhang Ting back to the shower room, and threw Zhang Ting on the bed.

"Oh..." Zhang Ting followed Xia Chengqi reluctantly until Xia Chengqi helped him close the door.

Xia Chengqi served Zhang Ting mung bean soup. Seeing the slight heat, he couldn't drink it, so he took two bowls and poured them over and over again. He touched his lips to test the temperature from time to time. When he felt that it was almost ready, he went to Zhang Ting. .

Knocking on the bedroom door, Zhang Ting didn't respond, but the water was pouring out. Xia Chengqi hesitated for a moment, pushed open the door, and saw Zhang Ting sitting against the wall in the frosted glass bathroom, with water rushing down from his head. My legs are so weak that I can't stand up.

Xia Chengqi sighed, put down the mung bean soup, and after tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally tossed Zhang Ting into bed, and he himself got wet all over.

After finally pouring the mung bean soup in, Xia Chengqi wanted to change his clothes, but Zhang Ting hugged him from behind.

"Xiao Xia...I like you, and I want to have sex with you..." Zhang Ting didn't have much strength left, so he circled Xia Chengqi, leaned against his back, and sniffed his scent , I feel a little unreal.

Xia Chengqi raised his eyebrows, does this count as telling the truth after drinking?

"Why hehe?" He turned around, with a warm smile on his face, looking at Zhang Ting whose hair was still wet.

Zhang Ting touched Xia Chengqi's buttock dishonestly, and said with a smile, "Hit you..."

Xia Chengqi's eyes were crooked when he smiled, he put the bowl aside, and glanced at Zhang Ting's upturned buttocks, "Okay."

"Really?" Zhang Ting's eyes lit up, and he immediately sent Xia Chengqi away, stumbled out of bed, opened the small cabinet where he kept his tools, and began to choose tools.

Xia Chengqi looked at him from behind him, moved his wrist, and then saw Zhang Ting holding the tool without moving.

Xia Chengqi was also puzzled, why did Zhang Ting not move?According to Zhang Ting's temper, he has always wanted to hit himself, but now that he borrowed the strength of the wine, he did it right away?

Zhang Ting can't keep up with the progress now, he has all the tools, why doesn't the beauty in front of him take the initiative at all?Hurry up and let's do it quickly - what you love to do!

Seeing that Xia Chengqi didn't respond for a long time, Zhang Ting finally became anxious. He threw the tools on the bed and came to grab Xia Chengqi. He threw himself into Xia Chengqi's arms.

A solid body rushed over, Xia Chengqi quickly put his arms around him, Zhang Ting was wrapped in his arms, his hands were dishonest, he began to pull Xia Chengqi's pants, thinking about something.

Seeing people's claws stretching out to him, Xia Chengqi finally stopped pretending to be a three-good roommate. Thinking about it, he hasn't played for a while, and his hands are somewhat rusty, but Zhang Ting is really his own, he likes it the most. Seeing a solid and powerful man mourning in pain under his hands, he couldn't help but admire Zhang Ting when he first rented a house and saw someone clearly stated that he was an insider. He survived, but he didn't dare to act rashly. He always treated Zhang Ting with respect and courtesy.

When Zhang Ting was thinking about beating him, he was already thinking about Zhang Ting.

I found someone in the group to find out. Zhang Ting is still a good player in the circle. He is the type who often makes others tremble and admire him. -Wang Shao's eyes were turning red, and Zhang Ting walked up and down in front of him every day, like a rabbit jumping around the mouth of a tiger, unaware of the danger at all.

Zhang Ting was drunk, but he had brute force but his reaction was very slow. Xia Chengqi pressed him on his right leg three times, and then pinched it with his left leg. Can't earn it.

"Hello! What's going on?" Zhang Ting began to twist his body, trying to get up from Xia Chengqi's legs. He drank too much, and his stomach felt sick.

Xia Chengqi quickly straightened him up, if it made people vomit, it would ruin the atmosphere too much.

"You...what are you doing!" Zhang Ting's forehead began to break out in cold sweat, and he couldn't help but become a little angry. He was used to being proud since he was a child. When he was a child, his family was rich, and he fought fiercely. He walked sideways for miles around. When he grew up and joined the circle, he has always been in a dominant position, saying what he says.

Xia Chengqi looked at Zhang Ting with puzzled and angry eyes, but he was not timid. His eyes sparkled with excitement, but he didn't let go of his strength.

Zhang Ting never expected that with Xia Chengqi, a seemingly gentle and elegant college student, he would not be able to break free even with all his strength.

"Brother Ting, don't move. I've practiced it before." Xia Chengqi threw the leather pad aside and touched Zhang Ting's bulging face.

"I'm going to move! It's useless not to move on the bed!" Zhang Ting opened his mouth and bit Xia Chengqi's waist. Xia Chengqi was startled, and quickly let go of Zhang Ting.

"Woof, woof, woof!" Zhang Ting persisted, chasing and biting Xia Chengqi on the bed, although he couldn't walk steadily, he crawled very fast, Xia Chengqi had no choice but to get off the ground.

Zhang Ting pursued closely, aggressively, rushed towards the ground in three steps and two steps, followed by Paji and fell, his head hit the cabinet door, with a bang, he felt a white light flash in his head, and his whole body was blinded .

Xia Chengqi kicked him hard on the butt twice. Zhang Ting is about to show his true form. He knows his species after drinking too much wine. He feeds him mung bean soup, helps him take a bath, and gives him He wiped his body and finally lifted him onto the bed. He just said this to himself, puzzled by thinking about it, then squatted down again, and slapped him hard twice with his hands.

Zhang Ting didn't move. Xia Chengqi was scared. Don't be knocked unconscious. He quickly hugged Zhang Ting and patted his face, "Brother Ting! Hey, wake up!"

Zhang Ting, who was already sleeping in his arms, was unconscious and still snoring softly. He hugged Xia Chengqi with both arms naturally, and burrowed into his arms.

Xia Chengqi laughed angrily, "You are really heartless."

He carefully picked up Zhang Ting, who was quite heavy, and laid him flat on the bed. As soon as Zhang Ting touched the bed, he rolled into it, mumbling what he was talking about.

Xia Chengqi stood at the door for a while, then turned back and wiped away the traces of Zhang Ting looking for tools one by one.

The next day Zhang Ting slept until the sun was high before getting up to take a shower. Xia Chengqi had already gone to work, and when the water was rushing to wash his body, he suddenly remembered some episodes.

Xia Chengqi lifted his nightgown and pressed himself on his lap...

He became calm and scary, not soft and pleasant at all, his arm was very strong, and his wrist bone hurt from holding it...

Zhang Ting tightened his chrysanthemum, he didn't feel any discomfort, he turned sideways to face the mirror, his buttocks were firm and tight, white as ever, there was no trace of water drops on it.

It turned out to be a dream. Fortunately, how could he be suppressed by Xia Chengqi? He must be too dissatisfied with his desires recently. People say that dreams are reversed. Xia Chengqi, who is so gentle and beautiful, should be trampled on by others. .

Zhang Ting wanted to tell this incident as a joke to his friends in his circle. When he wanted to chat here, those people were attacking the city in a YY team battle.

Zhang Ting followed the past to join in the fun, boarded his account, clicked on the location of family members, and followed to Raging Flame City, where the fighting was in full swing, with dazzling skills flying all over the sky, the huge red flame beast at the head was really powerful, Zhang Ting's little samurai was quite far away, and he was hit by a random fire shotgun.

【Thunder Wanjun was hit by the Red Flame Beast and sacrificed. 】

"I rely on you, you are too weak! You came here to seek death?" Someone in YY immediately said.

"..." It hurts one's self-esteem too much.

He waited for someone to finish the boss fight, and said, "I dreamed about my roommate yesterday." He didn't dare to say that he was knocked down by Xia Chengqi in his dream, and it would be a shame to let these buddies know, for sure. You have to laugh at him.

"That roommate of yours? You are so hungry and thirsty." Da Vinci said, Da Vinci is the second scumbag in the gang besides Zhang Ting, but with Zhang Ting around, he really can't stand out as a scumbag.

"Let's hold a city party sometime, and you can think of a good one too." Mass bubbled up.

"Isn't he just a poor student? If you keep him, it's over." Now they know that the real identity of the head of the Tiandihui is the son of the boss of the game development company. After Misa hacked his server and boasted to his face Still alive, Zhang Ting also finds it unbelievable. I don't know how the two of them solved it privately. Anyway, it's impossible to just pass by.

"Take care of your head, crazy." Zhang Ting spurned him, but he couldn't help thinking of Xia Chengqi's obedient appearance in front of him, his big wet eyes were as innocent as a lamb, and his milky white skin must be sweet and easy to touch. His voice is also elegant and brisk, like Old Chai's Sleeping Beauty Waltz.

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It's so bleak~