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Zhong Xincheng took Da'an's seat. He adjusted the operation buttons he was used to in the game, and heard Da'an whispering beside him: "I actually think it's outrageous. I've fought against him before, and I'm not that strong. But substitute... …Shouldn’t it be possible?”

"I'm not sure, but since it's not a score, I'll help you find out. Is there such a thing as cheating?" After Zhong Xincheng was resurrected, he went straight to the middle lane. He clicked the mouse and suddenly remembered such a thing.

"No, anyway, even if you figure out the combo, I won't be able to do it." Da'an patted Zhong Xincheng on the shoulder, and pointed to himself cheerfully: "After reading it, I'm useless."

Zhong Xincheng rubbed the mouse wheel, and met Wu Xiangying in the middle.

That Wu Xiangying's skills are very skilled, he doesn't look like someone who has just played, and he doesn't miss a single make-up knife, and his quality is frighteningly good.

"Can you win?" Da'an's eyes widened, his expression was more nervous than that of Zhong Xincheng, who was operating it himself. He watched Zhong Xincheng and Wu Xiangying come and go with the blood pressure knife, and there was a little tremor in his voice.

"Three sevens, I'm three." Zhong Xincheng was objective and calm, he kept probing Wu Xiangying, and ended up winning and losing.

The gap in the front is too big. Zhong Xincheng's hero playing Da'an feels like he is wearing the wrong shoe size.In addition, Wuxiangying is very good at playing and operating details.

It feels like playing games with high-score anchors, not like ordinary students.

Zhong Xincheng suppressed the feeling of disobedience in his heart, and played hard for nearly 10 minutes, but finally lost to Wu Xiangying.

He stared at the screen with unrestrained interest, and after a long time, he flicked his wrist under Daan's gaze, raised his face and stood up, giving him his seat again: "Then is the formal selection?"

"Well, if he still uses Wuxiangying, I'm really out of luck." Da'an said with a sullen face and heavy typing on the keyboard a few times.

"It probably won't work anymore." Zhong Xincheng shook his head, and walked back to the live broadcast room where he had been put on hold for a long time and was almost fried.

The earphones left on the side were picked up by his knuckle fingers. As soon as he put it on his neck, he heard a strange ringing sound coming from the corridor. The long and continuous sound of the erhu was mixed with the sound of the piano. It sounded strange but inexplicably pleasant .

"What is this?" Zhong Xincheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked Da'an.

"What?" Da'an just finished choosing a hero, and looked at Zhong Xincheng in a daze. "You mean the one in the corridor? That's the new lights-off bell."

"Lights-off bell, is it useful?" Zhong Xincheng blinked, thinking that this unique lights-off bell should have no semicolon.

"The school thinks, who knows." Da'an muttered.

And the result was exactly as Zhong Xincheng said, the junior brother named Xu Wenshuo on the opposite side didn't show Wuxiangying again, they were all well-behaved mid-laner heroes, but they still dominated Da'an.

Zhong Xincheng appeased the fans in the live broadcast room with an apologetic face, and played a few more rounds before downloading. The whole night, his mind was looping through Wu Xiangying's operation in the middle, and he almost lost sleep in the middle of the night—it was too smooth and unexpected.

Since he is so strong, maybe he can also learn from him and develop new ideas for ADCs to go to the middle?

The next building is the dormitory for junior boys.

Xu Wenshuo finished the last round with Erlang's legs crossed. He raised his body and kicked his feet on the cabinet with a little force, and even slid out a long way with the chair. He sighed at a man by the windowsill who was watching the night scene sadly, and joked: "What are you doing, regret not signing up? Didn't you win?"

The man slowly hooked his hands and took away the leftover bread bags of the brothers by the window sill, and smiled casually when he turned his head: "As far as your level is concerned, I will hit three with one hand."

"Blow it, keep blowing it, big anchor. Your Wuxiangying, freshman junior didn't let you get zero seals." Xu Wenshuo curled his lips, pointing to the computer screen and said: "This junior is also very good, although he still lost."

The man froze for a moment, twirling the charging cable that had fallen on the ground with his fingertips, and gently brushed away the dust. He looked directly at Xu Wenshuo, and said in denial, "It's probably not me who hit Wu Xiangying."

"No way? Double-generation fight?" Xu Wenshuo was startled. He never expected to run into the nesting doll incident.

"Maybe, I'm really lucky." The man put down his phone and went out.

Seeking benevolence and deserving benevolence, good luck.

……

The next night, the office issued a temporary assembly notice, saying it was to discuss the recent campus singer contest.

Zhong Xincheng hurried over after class, and found that most of the people had arrived.

He squeezed in through the crack of the door, raised his neck like a little squirrel holding a pine cone, his eyes circled around the room, and suddenly fixed on Yan Shu, who was less than one meter away from him—that person was leaning against She squinted at him at the table with a look of curiosity and teasing.

Rare!Busy people come to the office.

Zhong Xincheng subconsciously avoided Yan Shu's gaze, and wanted to find a place where there were few people to stand, but he turned around and found no treasure of geomantic omen, but Yan Shu patted the only empty stool at his feet seriously, and raised his eyebrows to signal Zhong Xincheng.

Look at the eyebrows, they are so dancing that they are about to fly.

Kindness is hard to turn down, kindness is hard to turn down, Zhong Xincheng murmured in his heart, his legs had their own consciousness, and led him to walk beside Yan Shu.

After not seeing each other for more than a week, Yan Shu seems to be doing better.He put on a new black and red slack shirt, dark trousers rolled up twice around the ankles, and stood slouchedly on one side, with his hands in his pockets. Zhong Xincheng inadvertently reminded Zhong Xincheng of the group of people squatting on the road in his hometown. The bad boy with his teeth, if there is another cigarette between his fingertips, there will be a few sparks in the end...

As Zhong Xincheng thought about it, the fingertips he was staring at hooked over and pressed down on his shoulders.

"Sit." Yan Shu only said such a word, but his eyes were fixed on Zhong Xincheng.

Zhong Xincheng sat down, but there was a light on his back - there was no other reason, Yan Shu was behind him.

The content of the meeting was roughly that the school would hold the annual campus singer contest, and the school council office had to coordinate with the art department to arrange the auditorium venue schedule and a series of equipment debugging and borrowing. The sophomore director and the freshmen are doing it together. It is said that Yan Shu will be very busy recently and has no time to take care of the singer competition.Zhong Xincheng was assigned to Liang Tingting's subordinates to be in charge of debugging the auditorium equipment.

After the meeting was over, Liang Tingting asked Zhong Xincheng to stay, explained a few related things to him, and made an appointment to go to the auditorium in a few days.

"Does Xincheng want something to drink?" Liang Tingting sat at the desk, distributed the previously written plan and process to the ministers of other departments through WeChat, and finally turned around.

Zhong Xincheng sat obediently under the light and played with his mobile phone. Hearing this, he raised his face and said softly: "No, thank you, senior sister."

"Hey, let me do something good." Liang Tingting sighed, walked to Zhong Xincheng with a sad face, leaned on the table and looked at him with apologetic eyes, and said, "Before that, we were manic. Did your chairman scare you?"

Zhong Xincheng blinked before realizing what she wanted to say.

"Senior brother Yan Shu, it's been like this since I saw him." Liang Tingting took a breath, seemed to remember something terrible, and whispered: "Do you still remember what I said before that he once took big Have any girls ever scolded and cried?"

It was the day when he first met Yan Shu in the office, Liang Tingting felt emotionally, Zhong Xincheng remembered.

"That was the first time I saw him get angry. At that time, I thought: How can I be so unlucky to join this kind of club and have such crazy ministers." Liang Tingting smiled distressedly and continued:

"My first task was to borrow a classroom for the External Relations Department. The task was very simple and had no technical content. It was far behind the settlement and report tasks you had done. But I had no experience at the time, so I forgot to borrow it in advance. 30 people from the Outreach Department squatted in front of the teaching building for an open-air meeting that night, and the cold wind blew a few colds; at that time, Yan Shu’s WeChat call hit me, and I was so scared that I wanted to Throw your phone out the window."

Liang Tingting narrated this death experience with lingering fear, Zhong Xincheng imagined the scene, and felt that it was really unbearable: Yan Shu stood in front of him with a blank face, holding a mobile phone that was not connected, silent Staring at people, from head to toe, eyes that are sharper than X-rays...

"What happened later?" Zhong Xincheng couldn't help asking.

"Later... Later I still picked it up. The senior brother seemed to be in a good mood that day, because the first sentence he said was: 'Do you know that the head of the external relations department is so angry that he wants to go to the Great Buddha Temple to break your marriage. , making you unable to find a partner for the rest of your life'”

Liang Tingting shrugged and said with a puzzled look: "I really don't know why he was still in the mood to joke with me that day."

Zhong Xincheng pinched the corner of the phone, and felt that that kind of reaction seemed to be in a strict style.

Effortless enthusiasm and indifference, freely coming and going in the transition of emotions, unpredictable, illogical people are the most difficult to deal with, because you don't know whether he will be happy or angry in the next second.

"After that time, he asked me to borrow the classroom for two consecutive weeks, but he didn't reprimand me." Liang Tingting stood up, her phone rang, Zhong Xincheng glanced at it, it was takeaway.

"Should be strict with him, it may not be possible to see the whole picture clearly after a short contact, you have to work hard."

"Why should I cheer?" Zhong Xincheng didn't understand, so he buckled the chair under him and blurted out.

"Because..." Liang Tingting thought for a while, and said in relief.

"I see him, he seems to like you very much."