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Zhong Xincheng didn't know if it was because Da'an had admitted the wrong person, or if Liang Liang had something to hide, all he knew was that he was very angry now.

It is the kind of anger that when a match is lit through the hair, the flames as high as the Oriental Pearl Tower can be shot out, and then the entire dormitory building can be blown up.

After the task was done, Zhong Xincheng had nothing to do. He was annoyed and didn't want to sleep, so he clicked on the platform system and started the broadcast late at night.

The hungry fans rushed in, Zhong Xincheng temporarily turned on the mute mode, bent down to adjust the seat and headset, and tried to maintain a peaceful state where everything was empty.

"Yo Yo who is this?"

"You still know how to come back?"

"My brother is so handsome today too, woo woo woo"

"Why do you look so unhappy today?"

"I can smell the hostility through the screen"

"The broadcast started with a knife?"

Zhong Xincheng logged into the interface of "Jedi Fantasy", he first received the login gift, and dragged down the mouse to see a few friend slots before seeing the silent "idle" status.

Silent words online.

But what's the use of him being online?

I can't talk to him.

Zhong Xincheng irritatedly turned off the friend interface, and died in a single row.

An hour later, after Zhong Xincheng knelt three times and the crystal exploded again, he almost flipped the keyboard.

"Dinner with dinner"

"The program is full of effects"

"Anchor not working"

"Too stretched hips"

"Is the anchor green?"

"A manic streamer"

Today's Zhong Xincheng has too many bosses than usual. He is aggressive in the lane and fights to his death. Whoever rushes to where, and the support can't pull back even if he dies with a chain. He is arrogant and arrogant. Hammer to death in the grass.Zhong Xincheng pushed the keyboard, and the pulleys of the drawer got stuck in the table, making a creaking sound.

His hair was hanging limply on his forehead, and there were some unclear lines between his frowning brows. He sat back and looked up at the camera.

"I'm not in a good mood today, sorry." Zhong Xincheng said.

"It's nothing, it will be fine in a while."

"I look like I'm going to blow up a bunker with an Italian cannon on my shoulders?... What kind of metaphor is that?" Zhong Xincheng read the content of the barrage, and the displeasure in his eyes lessened a bit.

"Thank you for [borrowing your wife to play for a few days] for the rocket launcher."

"Thank you [Brother Xincheng is in my arms] for the rocket launcher."

"Thank you [Zhong Zhongzi is three years old] for the love balloon."

"Thank you [Listen xincjiao... panting] for the rainbow candy... your ID?" Zhong Xincheng was reading the reward broadcast, and when he saw the word Jiao| Pan, he almost bit his tongue, and he murmured past with a muffled voice. , At the end, he hated iron for being weak and said: "Can't you start with normal names?"

"It's our fault that Xiao thinks about the anchor all day long"

"I haven't finished reading the ID of the last brother yet!"

"Jiao what?"

"What panting?"

"He's scared, he's scared"

"Brother Xincheng, please smile."

Zhong Xincheng looked at the row of bullet screens that teased people beyond his life, snorted arrogantly, and grabbed the mouse again.

Feeling much better, he wanted to start another game, but suddenly received an invitation from Yan Wusheng.Zhong Xincheng hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing.

"Are you very angry today?" The abrupt team voice came from the headset, and the small microphone next to Yan Wusheng's head flickered non-stop.Listening to Yan Wusheng's words, Zhong Xincheng's heart, which was still floating on the clouds just now, suddenly fell down, and the unhappiness that had been suppressed for a while turned into strands of bitter juice that melted in the bottom of his heart, sore and swelled uncomfortably.

"Your record is too loving to give away the head, isn't it? You dared to rush into the team battle with a fire stick, and was dumped by your girlfriend?" Yan Wusheng started talking endlessly, and Zhong Xin was very upset.

"It's not over." Zhong Xincheng couldn't bear it anymore, and warned in a low voice with his voice suppressed.

"Enough, it's not that my dear friend is in a bad mood, he came here specially to see if he is crazy or not." Yan Wusheng also hummed a little tune, the lingering sound of nine bends and eighteen bends is sour, and it smells like the urban-rural fringe Son.

He wasn't crazy at first, but sooner or later he would go crazy after hearing what you said, Zhong Xincheng murmured to himself.

"It's nothing serious, can't you drive?" Zhong Xincheng had already made preparations, urging Yan Wusheng to start ranking.

"It's nothing serious to go out and forget to buy equipment, go up the road at the beginning of the game, and go shopping in team battles? Gold medal ADC, it's a big problem." Yan Wusheng sighed, entered the game interface and first chose an all-round support. It seemed that he was determined to follow After Zhong Xincheng became the chief deacon.

Zhong Xincheng wondered in his heart: Did Yan Wusheng spy on him playing games?Otherwise, how can you know the situation of the previous rounds like the back of your hand?

"Why did you choose a support?" Zhong Xincheng wanted to ask a tacit fact.

"Of course it hurts you." Yan Wusheng laughed, full of jokes: "Don't underestimate a support's desire to save ADcarry."

Zhong Xincheng silently stared at Yan Wusheng's portrait on the first floor, and did not speak for a long time.

Talking nonsense, silent speech is really a troublesome species.

The start went smoothly, Zhong Xincheng and Yan Wusheng developed in the bottom lane without any effort, and picked up a few bargains in the mid-term team battle. Zhong Xincheng's state gradually recovered from the cold winter, and he followed behind Yan Wusheng to kill all directions.The third wave of small dragons came to an end, Zhong Xincheng and his own jungler fought dragons together, and heard Yan Wusheng ask: "I said, why did you feel like you took gunpowder when you first started? Who messed with you?"

Zhong Xincheng stared at the dragon with straight eyes, and clicked the mouse. He thought about it for a while, and felt that it might not have much to do with what Yan Wusheng said.

They have no mutual friends, nor do they have a real intersection. At best, they are just friends who play games together. They should...

Zhong Xincheng clicked the mute button of the live broadcast, ignored the barrage of "I'm deaf again?"

"Someone... tricked me into helping him with something." As soon as Zhong Xincheng said the words, he felt that something was wrong: "Maybe it wasn't a lie, but it just happened that he didn't have the time." But after thinking about it over and over again, he felt deeply annoyed: "In short, he just used false reasons Prevaricate me."

"A colleague at work, or a friend?" Yan Wusheng asked in surprise.

"It should be a colleague." Zhong Xincheng wiped the opposite wild area expressionlessly, clicked the mouse and pressed the keyboard a lot harder, fearing that he would smash the keys, he said.

"So you are angry at yourself because of the embarrassment of face, so you are angry with yourself?" Yan Wuyin said clearly, and the sound of the chair on his side was spinning, and the second sentence came: "If this is the case, I advise you not to Mu Sheng got angry, this is not an egg, you can lay a baby if you cover it."

Zhong Xincheng was still playing the game mechanically, his mind was entirely on the silent words.

"However the grievance came, let it go back. You can't deal with him, there are people above who can deal with him." Yan Wusheng seems to be extremely experienced in this kind of thing, and even used a cliché at the end With a long tone, he said: "It's not harmful, and it can't be manipulated by others, right?"

Zhong Xincheng pursed his lips, his back slightly stiffened.

Yan Wusheng's words seem to be so unreasonable?