Reborn as a rival fanboy [E-sports]

The next day, all SFM got up early.

The last one to pack up and go out of the room was Yu Jiaheng. He tossed and turned on the bed after returning to his room last night. Ji Mingchen's deep and gentle voice was all in his mind, and when he closed his eyes, all he saw was his glance back and his curled eyes. corners of the lips.

In the end, it was Ji Mingchen who made a voice call that startled him, and answered him and asked him if he was asleep?If you haven't slept, do you want a sleep service?

Yu Jiaheng smothered his face into the quilt and almost smothered himself to death.

In the end, the content on the phone to put me to sleep was simply...

With dark circles under his eyes, he went to the bathroom and poured a handful of cold water on his face. A man is already energetic in the morning, so he shouldn't think about these things.

When he calmed down and opened the door, the training room of the first team was already in full swing. Some SFM staff who had been working on the first floor were almost all sent up. Is going to fight.

"Are you awake? What do you want for breakfast?" Ji Mingchen came over from behind him and put his arm on his shoulder.

Yu Jiaheng shuddered all over, turned his head, and the hair that had been pulled a few times with his hands indiscriminately lifted up again, dangling on the top of his head.

Ji Mingchen stretched out his hand, and Yu Jiaheng subconsciously leaned back.

"Don't move, your hair is messed up." The hands fell on the top of his hair, smoothing him a few times with gentle movements.

Yu Jiaheng's stomach growled, and he was rescued from the breathless atmosphere.

Ji Mingchen chuckled, "Do you still eat noodles?" After speaking, he pushed him from behind to the door of his room, "Go ahead and sit down for a while, I'll make it for you."

With a dull face, Yu Jiaheng walked mechanically to the sofa in the small living room and sat down.

He blanked his head for a while, and finally realized that he was in Ji Mingchen's room.

Obviously it is almost exactly the same structure as his room, but Yu Jiaheng feels it is completely different, every grain of air breathes differently.

He glanced back at the busy figures in the open kitchen, squeezed the armrest of the sofa, turned his head and stood up.

It's really different from the room where he put things randomly.

The bookshelves next to Ji Mingchen's small living room were neatly packed. He walked over and took a closer look. There were some novels and dictionaries.

He took out a copy and flipped through it. His name was written on the first side, and he also made a lot of notes on the pages. The handwriting was a bit immature, as if it was written a long time ago, but the strokes were faltering, and it was very beautiful.

He was about to put the book back, and suddenly scanned to the last page.

"Yu Jiaheng" is written all over it, and a small heart is drawn in the corner.

The book in his hand turned into a hot potato in an instant, he shoved it back on the shelf with shaking hands, turned around nonchalantly and looked elsewhere, as if nothing had happened just now.

Yu Jiaheng looked back again with a guilty conscience. Ji Mingchen was still cutting something on the cutting board with his back turned to him. He sniffed lightly, and the delicious smell of noodle soup floated into his nose.

So hungry.

Rubbing his stomach, Yu Jiaheng went to the bathroom to wash his hands and wait for dinner. Unexpectedly, he lifted his foot and kicked down the trash can as soon as he went in. There was nothing in the plastic trash can, and it fell lightly on the ground. He bent over quickly He lifted his waist up and stared.

There were a few wet paper balls lying on the bottom of the bucket, with a faint fishy smell, Yu Jiaheng keenly sensed what it was, got up at the speed of light, leaned against the sink and took a deep breath.

Hastily.

The alarm lights kept beeping in his mind, and it took him a long time to turn on the faucet tremblingly, using cold water to physically cool himself down for the second time since he woke up.

When Yu Jiaheng came back to his senses, the water in the washbasin was almost overflowing, he hurriedly turned off the faucet, rolled up his sleeves, reached into the water and opened the spout, and took a few shots in the mirror, still slightly With a blushing face, he shuffled his steps and quietly took advantage of the few seconds when Ji Mingchen turned around, ran back to the small living room and sat down on the sofa.

Before he could catch his breath, he heard the sound of the chopsticks colliding with the porcelain bowl when the fire was turned off, "The noodles are ready, I added rattan pepper for you, but I didn't put too much."

The delicious food this time didn't make Yu Jiaheng's attention turn away from the ball of paper he saw just now, he made a dumbfounded "uh" as a response, and the movements of eating noodles were very mechanical.

Ji Mingchen sat down opposite him, watched silently for a while, then stretched out his hand to push away the strands of hair on his forehead that started to pierce his eyes, "Don't worry about it after the live broadcast, just focus on fighting Fluch, and I'll take care of the rest gone."

His warm fingers brushed against his forehead. Yu Jiaheng squeezed the chopsticks tightly, and his hands were about to shake again. He quickly pretended to hold the edge of the bowl and lowered his head to sip a sip of the noodle soup.

"How does it taste?" Ji Mingchen approached him again and asked in a warm voice.

Suffocated by the heat rising from his face, his eye sockets and nose started to burn, and he wished he could bury his whole face in it.

Ji Mingchen waited for a long time before Yu Jiaheng, who was hanging his head, said in a dull voice, "It's okay."

"What's okay? The big guys are busy making preparations, you two came here...still having breakfast?"

When Yu Jiaheng came in, the door was unlocked, fearing that someone would look for it. At this moment, Wang Zhengping just couldn't see today's protagonist anywhere. When he opened the door and came in, hey, good guy, their faces are going to be glued together.

What I don't know is how harsh SFM is on the players, and the noodles have to be shared between two people.

Yu Jiaheng didn't expect him to come here suddenly, and the bubbling atmosphere disappeared completely. His scalp was numb, he picked up the soup bowl, turned his back and walked to the kitchen, mouthing a few noodles with chopsticks , "I'm almost done eating, come right away."

At this time, Ji Mingchen's cell phone showed an incoming call again, so he stood up and went out to answer the call.

Wang Zhengping confirmed that the person had gone far away, and hurriedly went over and patted Yu Jiaheng on the shoulder, "Will you be confident later? Fluch is good at playing with people's mentality. My suggestion is to block the voice directly, and let him stink after the beating, so as not to be affected .”

Yu Jiaheng, who was still steaming from the top of his head, puffed up his cheeks to chew on the last piece of chopstick noodles, and raised his head upon hearing this, "?"

"What's wrong? I'm doing it for your own good, Young Master Gu!" Wang Zhengping thought he felt underestimated, and slapped his thigh, "Oh, I guess you don't know Fluch well, this guy is like a mad dog, even the former Falconer Spray you understand!"

Of course he understood, to the point where he could no longer understand.

Fluch, the well-known king of TYB, not only hates him, but loves him the most, the kind who can force Lai for several months if he catches a wrong operation.

It's a pity that he can only rely on Pengci to get some heat from others. If he is not the oldest TYB player, he would barely be able to enter the second team.

Yu Jiaheng choked his neck and swallowed the noodles, and gave Wang Zhengping a fluttering look, "Three years in Zu'an, parents are here, I'm afraid he will spit?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ball of noodles choked, his face turned green, and he buried his head in a few mouthfuls of soup before he recovered.

Wang Zhengping also recalled that he had been so aggressive with Ji Mingchen when he first joined the team, and he didn't seem to be the one who would suffer. "...It's up to you, but you are now an official member of SFM, so be careful with your words."

In his previous life, Yu Jiaheng, who had tempered his temper because he couldn't slander others, gave him an OK sign. As for whether he was OK or not, only he himself knew.

When everyone was ready, Yu Jiaheng changed into his team uniform and sat in front of his computer. Only then did he realize that Ji Mingchen did far more than he thought that night.

The eye tracker is installed in the computer, and it looks like a brand new device, and the plastic packaging has not been torn clean.

This thing is used in conjunction with the computer, so that the player's screen can display the place where the person wearing the device is currently looking at at any time, so as to avoid cheating.

He got on the chair and sat down, put on the earphones and adjusted the peripherals. A small light blue halo immediately appeared on the screen, changing positions as his gaze moved.

This thing hadn't been invented when it was used as an empty guide. It was the first time I used it, and Yu Jiaheng was a little surprised, and rolled his eyes up and down.

"Don't mess around, what should I do if the equipment is stuck?" Wang Zhengping caught his convulsions again, and gave him an annoyed look.

Yu Jiaheng pouted, "When will the broadcast start?"

He said and clicked into the live broadcast room.

"On the hour." Ji Mingchen moved a chair and sat down beside him, and the others quickly moved out of their seats.

The homepage of WaveTV's TheShammers channel is now showing Fluch's live broadcast room, which is far three times more popular than No.2. He just wanted to click in to check it out, but Ji Mingchen stretched out his long hand and snatched his mouse.

"You are the officially certified big size." After he finished speaking, Yu Jiaheng remembered that he was no longer the silly newcomer at the beginning, and now there are millions of people squatting in his live broadcast room waiting for the broadcast to start. Just now If he entered the other party's live broadcast room with this officially certified account, he would definitely be caught and laughed at by this group of people again.

At five o'clock, Yu Jiaheng clicked to start the live broadcast on time. Today's situation is quite special. They contacted the WaveTV staff in advance and opened three additional lines for his live broadcast room, but it was still inevitable that he would be squeezed out at the moment the broadcast started.

"Hastily, I've been waiting for the fuck all morning, and it's finally here"

"SFM won't really overturn this time, will it? The announcements are only one sentence"

"guilty heart, guilty heart"

"Can Fluch fans climb?? Are there not enough anchors in your family who are rubbish every day?"

Yu Jiaheng just glanced at it, and before he could see a few of them clearly, the barrage army connected to the online data densely packed the screen, and he couldn't see anything in a colorful field.

He turned off the barrage assistant, clicked on the game to log in to the account, and immediately a friend request popped up, from TYB-Fluch.

Yu Jiaheng didn't look up at all, agreed, opened a custom game room, and invited Fluch.

As soon as Fluch came in, he prepared directly, and then the system prompted the other party to connect to the public voice channel.

The little green horn behind his name flashed, "Way, wobble? Hangbi Sicher? My lord has been waiting for you all day, and you finally got up?"