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Yan Shu had hot flashes on his body, mixed with the smell of eau de toilette at the door, and rushed towards Zhong Xincheng.He was not interested in the western food on the table, he just raised his hand and held the fork to pick a piece of apple dipped in salad dressing, his movements were elegant and clean.

Under the warm light above his head, the lines of the knife-sharpened side face are much softer, and the bones protruding from the knuckles are like continuous mountain lines.Zhong Xincheng lowered his head, barely concentrating on the steak in front of him.

Like the rebellious stars scattered in the gray sky, he struggled to get out of orbit, and was dragged back by a lead named Yan Shu.

"Are you used to Western food?" Yan Shu chatted with the sophomore next to him, then suddenly turned his head and asked.

There was some inexplicable smile in his eyes, and his concerned words were restrained and friendly. The silver button on the top of the baseball jacket was shining, and the zipper and chest and belly were falling to one side.

Zhong Xincheng saw the nervous self reflected in those dark brown eyes.

"I'm used to eating." Zhong Xincheng said.

In fact, he is not used to eating. He doesn't like western food very much, and he always feels that he is not full.

Yan Shu nodded, then turned back to talk about other things.

Departmental dinners are nothing more than exchanging feelings, chatting about gossip, and talking about studies. There is not much to talk about, but no matter how far the topic goes, it will always turn to Zhong Xincheng.

"Xincheng, I heard that you are taking Lan Yueliang's class this year?" Liang Tingting leaned on her chin and looked at Zhong Xincheng with a smile, causing everyone's eyes to fall on him.

Zhong Xincheng barely sat up straight, and nodded seriously: "Yes."

"Isn't it? Why are you still taking his class, isn't your major right?" Song Chenjie squinted his eyes and doubted his life, suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by that old man last year, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Isn't there a reform of the humanities plan this year? The Chinese Studies class has been included in every school." Liang Tingting was always well-informed, she said.

At that moment, Zhong Xincheng felt that all the brothers and sisters showed pity.

"Speaking of which, did senior brother take Lan Yueliang's class before?" Liang Tingting turned to Yan Shu and asked.

"Brother, does that department actually need to take this class?" Song Chenjie asked back.

"No need." Yan Shu put down the fork, rubbed his fingers along the rim of the cup containing scented tea, and raised his eyes Kankan.

"The courses he took are said to be for credit." Liang Tingting helped Yan Shu explain.

Didn't everyone say that he was divided and killed?He is really a powerful brother who grabs points under the meat knife.

Zhong Xincheng remembered seeing Yan Shu outside of Lan Yueliang's class a few days ago. At that time, he seemed to be giving textbooks to his junior sisters.

There was a commotion around, Yan Shu sat in the middle of the crowd squinting and smiling, he inadvertently glanced at Zhong Xincheng who was beside him, and said, with the kind care of the seniors for the juniors in his words: "Xincheng, this year is still a practice report. Is it?"

Lan Yueliang's homework may be the same every year, and it has become a routine. Yan Shu asked in a very natural tone.

"Yes, but it's a lot to ask for." Zhong Xincheng nodded and replied.

When Yan Shu smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up just right, and his eyes revealed a hint of understanding from someone who had come before, and he said: "Practice reports are like this, and the requirements are the same every year. If it is difficult to write, you can find someone with experience. My senior brothers and sisters help me to take a look."

Zhong Xincheng's heart skipped a beat, he stared at Yan Shu, unable to tell what it was like.

He always felt that Yan Shu was actually a hunter who had set a trap, holding a shotgun and hiding in the dark, and a dog was squatting beside him, waiting for him to take the bait.

"Thank you, brother, for reminding me." Zhong Xincheng said.

Excuse me, refused?

Yan Shu's face remained motionless, his eyes darkened slightly, and he smiled and said "nothing".

As for whether it is really there, Zhong Xincheng is not clear for the time being, and now he only thinks that Western food is a bit unpalatable.

……

The club dinner battle ended so quickly that when Zhong Xincheng returned to the dormitory early, he didn't see anyone. He felt bored in his heart, and carefully considered Yan Shu's words.

It seems that Yan Shu intends to help him, but why should he help him?

Because it is the elder brother who takes care of the younger brother, you can teach each other everything just because of a one-time relationship?Or is Yan Shu always treating people warmly...

Zhong Xincheng was nestled in the gaming chair for a long time, but after much deliberation, he couldn't figure out why, so he simply put the matter aside and turned on the computer to prepare for the live broadcast.

He hadn't broadcast it for several days, and the new comments in the previous live broadcast video almost covered the roof of the house. He found the earphones and connected them to the microphone, and thousands of people poured in as soon as it opened, and the number continued to climb.

"The Return of Missing Persons"

"You still know to come back???"

"Xi Da Pu Ben Xi Da Pu Ben Xi Da Pu Ben"

"The live broadcasters don't talk about martial arts, and the rat tail juice"

The uniform barrage flooded Zhong Xincheng's interface. He changed his perspective and finally found a clean place.

"Today it will be broadcast until twelve o'clock, and it will be broadcast on time, without overtime." Zhong Xincheng turned on the game, and when he spoke, he was determined and determined, completely ignoring the request on the bullet screen to call for an overnight stay.

When he went online, he glanced at the friend list, and the bright YSSS at the top caught his eye, and the small yellow letters in the team were surprisingly eye-catching.He moved his mouse around Yan Wusheng's ID, and then received an invitation to form a team.

"Single row brother"

"What's the matter with you two?"

"promise him, promise him, promise him"

"Erren Zhuan is preparing"

"Stand-up comedy don't run away"

Zhong Xincheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Wusheng's persistent invitation, and finally agreed.

Didn't you say it was just a show?Why did you invite him?

The screen changed for a moment, and Zhong Xincheng's profile picture appeared on the right of Yan Wusheng. His team voice was turned on, and the voice of the team anchor came from the same team: "Yo, good evening."

The tone is natural and friendly, the greeting reveals familiarity, and the voice is raised, it seems that it is really a good friend who has not seen for a long time.

The acting is really similar, Zhong Xincheng sneered.

"Yeah." Zhong Xincheng replied in a muffled voice, afraid that the fans in the live broadcast room would think he was too indifferent, so he added: "Good evening."

A short greeting is just a face-to-face meeting.

The person on the other side didn't seem to have thought that Zhong Xincheng would actually open the mic with him. After a slight pause for a second, there was a perceptible joy in his voice: "Double rows?"

"En." Zhong Xincheng adjusted the headset, glanced at the network logo on the upper right corner, and saw the red wifi logo.

"But my internet is a bit weak." Zhong Xincheng replied.

From Yan Wusheng's side came the sound of the chair being dragged, and the creaking sound made Zhong Xincheng frown.

"How bad is it? The kind that takes off from Wuhu?" Yan Wusheng asked casually, with a rising tone, and he felt like he was beating up.

Zhong Xincheng didn't speak, he glanced at the small red sign again, and muttered to himself: It's just like shopping in a wild area.

"It's okay, my internet is not very good, I just watched it." Yan Wusheng doubted Zhong Xincheng's attitude of not speaking for a long time, but he could sing stand-up comedy by himself, and he was more excited than two people when he asked and answered .

They drove very fast, and the first game only lasted less than 3 minutes. The family lineup was quite satisfactory, and there were no major problems.

It's just that ordinary days need some stimulation to make adjustments. It's not a real man who is willing to be ordinary. Zhong Xincheng also understands the reason. Even if he really meets him, he still feels a sudden pulse in the sky and a cerebral hemorrhage.

4 minutes to start.

[Perfect Soul]: Don't give it away on the next road, okay?

[Bars Hunter]: Brother started 0-3-0, Xiu'er!

[Bars Hunter]: Are you fucking eating instant noodles under the tower?

[Four hands]: Two actors at a time?That's it?

Zhong Xincheng scratched his head, at a loss, he cut off the wifi and reconnected. The small red disconnection logo was like stepping on the wildly dancing little tail on his head. The connection line was spinning on the screen, and the game screen was directly stuck in PPT.

He could no longer see the barrage, and his eyes were only fixed on his own character, watching it dance wildly out of the canyon, jumping wildly on the bottom line of the nerves of his teammates and opponents.

Is it reasonable to stick out the spring water?

"Are you stuck too?" There was a hidden smile in Yan Wusheng's voice, with a feeling of sympathy and gloating.

It was a coincidence that when they entered this game, they both got double images at the same time.

In a team battle just now, Zhong Xincheng saw his jungler create two clones, and the balls thrown in his hands were flying randomly in the sky. The damage calculation has broken through the game mechanism.My own A can't come out and can't escape. I get stuck in the middle road and the river to the wild area, and meet the soul of the stone beast.

When the screen was turned again, the screen turned gray, and the special effects were truly earth-shattering, as if Zhong Xincheng forgot to pay the color cable TV fee.

There was also Silence who fell to the ground with him.Zhong Xincheng is the reincarnation of the chief member of the United Arab Emirates. From the beginning to the end, he never took a step according to his own consciousness. The character has three legs, and there is always one to wrestle with him; Yan Wusheng is different, he is just the start of the team battle. Intermittent convulsions, everything in the rear row must be stuck, and sparks and lightning all the way stand upright under the concentrated fire.

The ADC and the jungler head-to-head seemed to be sworn brothers. They formed a perfect straight line devoutly and were trampled several times by their opponents back and forth.

所以说，0-5-1的ADC和2-6-2的打野，哪个才是天选之子？

"I'm here for network maintenance, so are you?" Yan Wusheng probably put down the mouse, and he was not angry at all, but continued with a smile.

"Look at the posture of the two of us, reunion and beauty and love each other."

"Did you forget to pay the electricity bill? Your card is outrageous. Why don't you hang up the phone and play minesweeper?"

"Hey, do you know how to play minesweeper? Let me tell you that I am a minesweeper leader, and I agree with all the ones I have used."

"Wow, this hunter is too naive, the opposite TP is all right and he is still chasing him."

"Why don't you talk? Turn off the microphone?"

"They just said that I went shopping in the wild, it's all nonsense."

"I'm clearly just scraping in a team battle."

"No, the red oil hasn't been poured yet, so it can't be counted as scraping."

Zhong Xincheng started to turn down the volume, but he didn't block it for Yan Wusheng.I still muttered in my heart: Yan Wusheng still understands red oil?

"My scraping therapy has been passed down from my ancestors for seven generations, do you want to try it?" Yan Wusheng said again suddenly.

Zhong Xincheng: ...

"Fifty blood for a single knife at home." Zhong Xincheng said coldly after finally being able to produce spring water normally.

His voice is cold, less sarcasm, and most of the fans who suddenly said something without beginning and end don't know what it means.It's just that the anchor who connected with him seemed to understand, because he smiled.

"Hahaha, then I really don't have his skills."

"He is the king who understands scraping."

Zhong Xincheng was in a trance for a moment, and when he heard Yan Wusheng's laughter, he suddenly felt itchy ears.

Why would someone's laughter be like a feather brush, so soft it's outrageous.

The campus network had ups and downs, and after a while he was able to walk normally. Zhong Xincheng glanced at the bullet screen, and saw that the screen was full of gaudy games, and he saw a large mess.He frowned, and blocked it with his backhand, leaving only the reward broadcast floating around in the lower left corner.

Zhong Xincheng and Yan Wusheng managed to finish the ill-fated round with great difficulty, and it was almost impossible to get a record that would not be reported. Several flat falls made Zhong Xincheng afraid for a while, and did not dare to start again.

"Do you still want to broadcast live?" Zhong Xincheng asked.

"Boom, I don't have enough time." Yan Wu responded.

duration……

Zhong Xincheng pondered, he actually didn't have enough time, but today's conditions did not allow it.

"Do you still play games?" Zhong Xincheng asked.

"If you accompany me, I will fight." Yan Wusheng said.

Zhong Xincheng:? ? ?

After two seconds:

[Don't want to talk] has exited [YSSS]'s room.