After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

Unexpectedly, after her words came out, there was no disturbance. Jiang Ran still had that neutral expression: "Even if you guessed right, I won't overpay you."

Xiao Mo was puzzled: "So I guessed right?"

Jiang Ran didn't admit it or deny it, but instead asked her: "Why do you think I'm Jiang Ran? Just because of the two swords?"

"This..." Xiaomo held the fairy wand, and the skirt fluttered gently in the breeze in the forest. No matter how innocent he looked, he looked so innocent.

However, the look on her face at this moment is a composure that does not match the soft and waxy face she fabricated. If I have to describe it, it is almost like a middle-aged social animal bleak in the wind. He smoked: "I have studied the videos you circulated on the Internet before, and those operations may seem to be inconsistent with Jiang Ran's style at first glance, but in fact, the various techniques you use in it are to remove the exaggerated part of Jiang Ran's operations. Version, am I right?"

Jiang Ran smiled: "Among the players who major in dagger in "Amber", nine out of ten must have been influenced by Jiang Ran, right? Even among e-sports anchors, it's not uncommon for them to be keen to imitate him Now, I think it is not normal to follow the downwind."

"Following the trend is normal, but your way is incomprehensible." Xiaomo said: "Because what makes Jiang Ran popular is exaggeration, which is why many people like to imitate him, so Jiang Ran has lost the sense of showmanship." , Just like a plastic model, it has no soul at all, and it is completely meaningless to imitate it."

Jiang Ran: "..."

He also wants to smoke a cigarette to calm down now - in order to earn some money, he has suffered too many reputations.

"I originally wanted to ask if you had any opinion on Jiang Ran, but I'm not surprised when I think of your ID." As Jiang Ran said this, he had already brought up the team panel in his hand and selected [Magic Girl Zhou Fushen] .

Although losing such a powerful DPS as Xiaomo, the probability of them killing the lord will be much lower, but Jiang Ran doesn't want to risk his identity being exposed, and continue to contact her. After all, if Xiaomo is his It's okay to be a fan, but it seems that she is probably also a girl in the fan circle who has been poisoned by Zhou Fushen's screen image.

So, who knows if she confirms Jiang Ran's identity, will she spread some strange rumors on the Internet, such as [ex-husband's whereabouts are unknown, but a certain e-sports master is still addicted to raising chickens in the game] or something.

Thinking about it, although Jiang Ran couldn't see anything abnormal from his face, his fingers had already stopped on the column of [Please get out of the team], and finally asked: "After talking for a long time, what are you trying to do by exploring this?" Woolen cloth?"

Xiaomo couldn't see his operation panel, and didn't know that he was walking on the edge of danger. He hesitated for a while, and then said with difficulty: "You may think I'm wishful thinking, but I want to form a It's been a long time since we formed a team, but there is no suitable partner around us..."

???

There seems to be something wrong with the direction of the plot, Jiang Ran hesitated for a moment.

"Of course! It's not the kind of Internet cafe team that is played around among friends, but the one that is officially registered with the association." Seeing his delicate expression, Xiaomo hurriedly said: "So... If you are really the great god Jiang Ran, I I want to invite you to join."

"........."

Didn't you say that my style is exaggerated and deliberately put on a show?I'm sorry that a commercial player like me may not be suitable for a team like yours that is full of entrepreneurial dreams! ——Although he really wanted to answer this way, Jiang Ran swallowed the words back.

"It's a good idea." He maintained his aloof demeanor, pondered for a moment, and said, "But do you know how much money it takes to register a professional team?"

Seeing his question, Xiao Mo felt that there was something interesting, so he hurriedly said earnestly: "I checked the Internet, and the two most difficult things should be the venue and the players. As for the venue, it must meet the relevant requirements of the department's review and the league. 300 million, I think if I take out all my New Year's money these years, it should be almost enough, as for the players... If you agree, then we will have two people now."

Jiang Ran: "..."

He could see that Xiao Mo was not joking, and the fact that she could come up with 300 million yuan for the New Year's Eve money not only showed that she really wanted to start a team, but also proved that her family conditions must be very good, and she could afford to be extravagant. I am full of enthusiasm and want to join a team.But even so, it is a bit naive to invest only 600 million and want to reach the level that can participate in the National League.

Sighing, Jiang Ran said, "300 million is just the cost to build a venue, but have you considered the cost of buying land? Buying at least [-] square meters of land in a first-tier city to build a venue, tens of millions can't stop you , not to mention the cost of renting training venues and living quarters. The odds and ends add up to hundreds of thousands, and the most important thing in the end is the player contract. You think the players are Chinese cabbage, wait for you After registering the club, you can choose it casually?"

Jiang Ran mercilessly hit the dream of an aspiring young man: "Not to mention anything else, how much money can you spend to sign me?"

Xiao Mo: "...Are you the Great God Jiang Ran?"

She asked pitifully, but Jiang Ran didn't answer the question at all, and walked away without saying a word: "Don't care who I am, just call your ID, you are destined to miss Jiang Ran."

"Oh my god! I'm wronged!" Xiao Mo quickly hugged his thigh and said, "My ID is Hei Zhou Fushen, I'm his black fan!"

Jiang Ran looked back at her with a half-smile and said, "Really?"

"Uh, well... I did watch a few of his movies, and I cosplayed his characters at comic exhibitions, and even imitated his dressing style when I was young and ignorant. Later, I found out that it really didn't fit my fresh and refined style. I just gave up on temperament." Xiaomo admitted helplessly, and then pointed at Tianhua in a flash: "But that's all in the past! The moment I saw you, the Great God, I had already decided to lose my fans and step on him!"

Mimic dressing style?Co-authored You Are a Fake Magical Girl.

"Oh?" Jiang Ran remained unmoved: "Then you step on him and I'll listen."

I am afraid that Xiaomo is not a fake fan, so he opened his mouth without even thinking about it: "Actually, I always thought that Zhou Fushen's appearance was just like that. The beauty of the prosperous age was all blown out by fans. He just has a villain face. All the faces he played Among the roles, the protagonist in "The Betrayer" who killed his whole family as an undercover agent, then betrayed the police and completely degenerated into the underworld is the most suitable for him. It's okay, if you watch too much, you will definitely have nightmares at night..."

"..." Jiang Ran was forced to watch the movie "The Betrayer" by Zhou Fushen at least four or five times, which did not include the extras and commentary tracks, so now that Xiao Mo said so, Jiang Ran has a picture , quickly stopped and said: "Okay, okay..."

Seeing this, Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, because I can't say more, and the movie "The Betrayer" is really... Every time I think about it, I want to smash something."

Jiang Ran said with emotion: "Who said it was not."

Of course, unlike Xiao Mo, Jiang Ran's troubles are not with the plot of the movie, but with the [-]-word review that he has to hand in after watching.

This is simply torture for Jiang Ran, because he can't stand to watch any movie that Zhou Fu starred in. Maybe because he is too familiar with Zhou Fushen, every time he sees that face appearing on the screen, he feels strange. In the play, I always think of Zhou Fushen wearing the matching couple penguin pajamas and cracking biscuits on the sofa.

"Then, great god, are you satisfied?" Little Mo hoped.

"Satisfied, but it just made me give up the idea of ​​kicking you. As for the creation team, I advise you to rest." Jiang Ran slipped his hand, removed the team panel and said: "Okay, Let's go, kill the lord first, and talk about other things later."

Xiao Mo was discouraged when he heard the words: "Then it's okay to add a friend, right?"

Jiang Ran thought for a while, and felt that Xiaomo's spirit-enchanting is still very useful, and the technique is also good. Maybe he can be a regular teammate or something, so he said: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he took the initiative to add Xiaomo, and Xiaomo passed immediately. He looked at the name of the master among his friends for a while, and then thought of asking: "By the way, master, do you think my skills are worse than professional players? How far?"

Jiang Ran smiled mysteriously: "I can't see it right now, but I'll know when I fight the lord later."

This was obviously deceiving, but it was very effective. Xiao Mo immediately ignited a raging fighting spirit visible to the naked eye.

The two returned to the front of the hall, and the four T immediately withdrew their gazes and pretended to look around.

Jiang Ran didn't care, went up and pressed his hand on the moss-covered stone door, and the four Ts said in a panic: "Ah? Boss, are you going to go in now? Don't you need to tell me some precautions?"

What precautions can there be, I haven't played it yet.

But saying it directly seemed a bit demoralizing, Jiang Ran thought, pondered for a while, and then said: "Just play by ear, and listen to my instructions."

Why does it sound so unreliable? They play it by ear, as if they were at the level of the Dragonmaw team... A few Ts murmured in their hearts, but they were all at the door, so there was no reason to back down. On the one hand, it's just a matter of sightseeing.

Jiang Ran inserted the props dropped by the last two gatekeeper elite monsters, the stone door made a dull sound, and then slowly opened, a group of people walked in, and the blackness that stretched out their fingers instantly engulfed their figures, even the one prepared by someone in advance The torches were all extinguished in response, and in the dead silence, the sound of the stone door closing suddenly sounded particularly touching.

Even though he knew that this was just a tense atmosphere deliberately created by the game, the Ts still couldn't help but feel hairy behind their backs. Just as they were about to say something, Jiang Ran strode forward and shouted into the darkness: "Edmond! Your death It's here! The sanction of the Church of Light may be late, but it will never be absent! Come out and die!"

Xiaomo's voice came from the side at this time, and he said, "Wow! Is this a dialogue that triggers the plot?"

Jiang Ran: "I don't know, just shouting."

Everyone: "..."

But I don't know if these words have played a role. The next moment, blue fires rise from the void, and the whole hall suddenly lights up. The surrounding scenery gradually emerges in the strange light. On both sides of the blood-red carpet, and in the deepest part of the hall, the king's throne with goat horns made of corpses slowly emerged from the fluctuations in space.

Edmund leaned lazily on the throne, kneeling at his feet was a blond young man in aristocratic attire, his purple vertical pupils stared at Jiang Ran and the others, a charming smile crossed his pretty face, and said: " Welcome to my Lost Paradise, first of all, I want to commend you for your courage to step into my habitat, and secondly—” He stood up, with black wings spreading behind his back, and the banter in his eyes turned into cold killing intent: “Get ready to welcome My wrath, lackeys of the Church of the Illuminati! Your devout bones will become my humble stepping stones! Remember my name, Edmund Springhall, neither in the slums nor today It’s not a demon, but a nightmare that you will never get rid of!”

The soul-stirring lingering sound was endless, but when everyone was immersed in the power of the mutant lord, they saw Jiang Ran standing in front, completely ignoring the boss's opening remarks, and kept busy saying: "See the four I marked Is there a point? When the lord comes down in a while, you will stand by the number. The one with the number 1 is the first to attack, and then change the position every once in a while. When is the specific time, change positions and listen to my command. Hurry up! It came down, Let's all act!"

The four Ts were still a little confused by his calmness, but in the next second, Jiang Ran seemed to be a different person, and suddenly said violently: "What are you still doing in a daze! Is your wifi at home cut off!?"

Everyone: "..."

……

……

outside the game.

On the dining table, the food served in the delicate white porcelain bowls was completely cooled, and the host never tasted a single bite.

Zhou Fu fiddled with the phone screen absently. Even though he had successfully tricked Jiang Ran, his heart was not at all relaxed as expected, but was filled with inexplicable depression.

Unspeakable emotions drove him to switch the interface to WeChat every few seconds, but he still couldn't wait for Jiang Ran's reply. Several times he even couldn't help but want to send messages, but in the end he restrained himself .

It can't be like this, he has to play the role of an old scar that is forced to be uncovered, and in this case, the most pitiful state is 'unknowable', so he has to keep silent so that Jiang Ran His eyes stopped on the news that stopped abruptly, to feel the illusory sadness and pain, and then the guilt would ferment over time, and even the fermentation didn't take too long, just two days good.

—He originally thought so.

But in the end, it was him who had trouble sleeping and eating because of this.

This must stop, he is not some poor guy who cares about gains and losses, he is Zhou Fushen, the unique Zhou Fushen, Jiang Ran must love him.

Thinking of this, he pulled a blank piece of paper, drew a lifelike dejected chick on it, took a picture with his mobile phone, and sent it to Moments. After doing this, he forced himself not to pay attention , just threw the phone on the dining table, and returned to the bedroom to catch up on sleep.

The night he slept at Jiang Ran's house yesterday, he was tossing and turning, unable to settle down. As for the reason...men almost understand it.

Closing his eyes, he gradually sank into dreamland.

……

Fine raindrops flowed on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the living room was lit with warm light, and the evening news was playing on the TV. The host was telling in a sad tone about a sudden fire in a residential building, but Zhou Fushen was just fiddling with the tea table indifferently. Jenga, Jiang Ran came over and took away the plate of biscuits in front of him, muttering, "It's confiscated, can you still eat after eating this for a while?"

Zhou Fushen was engrossed in staring at the crumbling cubes, without answering.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Jiang Ran asked while picking up the pillow that fell from the sofa.

It was only at this time that Zhou Fushen reacted. His posture of stopping his movements was vigilant, with a rare hesitation in his expression, and then he said tentatively: "Whatever..."

But this imperceptible retreat obviously had no effect, Jiang Ran suddenly turned around, and immediately became angry: "You always say whatever you want! Do you eat my mother's boiled vegetables!?"

Crash, all the Jenga music fell down, Zhou Fushen heard the sound of his brain running fast, and finally said after a second: "...Then let's eat roasted pork with bamboo shoots."

Only then did Jiang Ran recover from the berserk state, and returned to the appearance of a good wife who has been quiet for years: "Okay, then I'll make another soup. It just so happens that I learned a new method by watching videos these two days."

After finishing speaking, he hummed a song, stepped on the cotton slippers and walked to the kitchen. After a while, the sound of cooking came from inside. Zhou Fushen felt inexplicably relaxed, and then he saw Jiang Ran's mobile phone casually thrown there on the other side of the sofa , but after he stared at it for a while, the phone suddenly rang, and at the same time, Jiang Ran's shout came from the kitchen: "Is my phone ringing, bring it here for me!"

Zhou Fushen picked up the phone, saw [Brother]'s caller ID on the screen, sneered instantly, and threw the phone back.

Jiang Ran on the other end was still urging: "Zhou Fushen! Did you hear that, Zhou Fushen!!"

Jiang Ran ran out with a spatula and glared at him: "Zhou Dafu!"

Waking up suddenly, the dark bedroom was extremely silent, only the familiar voice in the dream seemed to linger in his ears. Zhou Fu rubbed his forehead deeply and sat up. The electronic watch on the bedside table showed that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Did Jiang Ran reply him?After the sluggish groggy faded, this was the first thought in his mind.

Turning over and getting out of bed, he went to the dining room to pick up his mobile phone. Although he repeatedly restrained himself, there was still impatience in his movements, and some palpitations that he still couldn't face up to.Opening the lock screen, Zhou Fushen opened the small icon with slight hesitation. On this empty account with only one friend, the clean interface without any message prompts was so clear and dazzling in an instant.

how come?how is this possible?

Zhou Fushen's expression was frighteningly stiff for a moment, but three seconds later, he turned around without hesitation and dropped the phone, went to the study and turned on the computer. After a few operations, the picture of Jiang Ran's bedroom appeared on the screen immediately.

——Jiang Ran was actually playing a game.

Hehe...Zhou Fushen's palms tightened unconsciously, and the mouse suddenly heard an overwhelmed creaking sound, but he didn't hear it, and the fiery anger swept across his body in an instant, burning the corners of his eyes red. Finally, he barely suppressed this emotion.

Yeah, what's so incomprehensible?Even the lover who has spent four years together can be forgotten in a blink of an eye, let alone just a chicken who is willing to stand up for him?

Cheap things are always contemptible, but Zhou Fushen was originally a priceless piece of porcelain, and no one could easily get his hands on it. It was Jiang Ran who made him so cheap.

That's right, Zhou Fushen closed his eyes, his life changed from the moment he met Jiang Ran.

In the past two decades, he has never felt any emotional interference from the outside world. No matter what the situation is, even if he hears the deafening fierce quarrel between his parents outside the room, he can always maintain his inner peace.For him, the world around him was like a boring movie, and the laughter and quarrels of people on the screen could not shake his heart at all.

If I had to give an example, even the phone call from his father just now to scold him, he couldn't even understand the source of Zhou Chengye's anger, but he knew how to deal with it—acting out what he wanted to the person who might need it. Reaction and appearance, this is his way of doing things, and he has always been able to achieve his goals with ease.

But the appearance of Jiang Ran broke all this.

The first time he saw this person, he felt a strong feeling in his heart. The feeling was indescribable, like burning fire and melting ice and snow. It was the first time in his life. Zhou Fushen instantly understood the meaning of the word suffering, that is He wanted something but it was hard to touch, so he vowed to get Jiang Ran at any cost, because only in this way could he feel better.

Then he did it, he put Jiang Ran within reach every day, which made him feel comfortable and calm.But now, Jiang Ran's departure has destroyed this beautiful peace, how could he allow it?

Therefore, only by letting Jiang Ran come back, only when everything returns to the original state, can he heal the wrinkles on his emotions and let him return to the tranquility of the past.

So is he wrong for thinking this way?

Of course not, Zhou Fushen even felt that he was tolerant enough, because Jiang Ran had clearly made a vow at the wedding to tolerate everything about him, but now he backtracked, isn't this a betrayal?

However, even after suffering these things, the only punishment he can do to Jiang Ran is to manipulate public opinion. After all, he is reluctant to let Jiang Ran suffer too much harm, just like hearing Xiao Huang describe that the surnamed Liu insulted Jiang Ran. When speaking, he immediately felt angry, and these emotions happened to be given to him by Jiang Ran.

This might be the so-called love, Zhou Fu thought deeply, he couldn't know what love looked like in the eyes of others, but since he could save Jiang Ran regardless of the cost, how could the emotion behind these actions not be love?You must know that many lovers in this world are not even willing to do small things for each other, and even get distracted when they are slightly tempted, but he has never become interested in anyone other than Jiang Ran.

——He loves Jiang Ran so much.

The feeling of lightly touching the screen with his fingers and always controlling this person gave Zhou Fushen a brief moment of peace, but it was not enough to calm the terrible restlessness deep in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and just as he was about to get up to get the game helmet, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open, and Ji Ming walked in with the robot vacuum in his hands: "Do you know how this thing plans its route?"

It has to be said that the timing of his opening the door was really unfortunate. Zhou Fushen had just stood up, and the monitoring screen displayed on the computer screen had not yet had time to close, so it was exposed to Ji Ming's sight so unexpectedly.

The picture on the screen was very high-definition, so high-definition that people couldn't ignore it, Ji Ming whispered, and then said in disbelief: "My God...you are not! When did you install surveillance cameras in Jiang Ran's house! "