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Zhong Xincheng never believed in the saying that noodles are steamed and boiled before. He felt that what he said was all metaphysics and it didn't make sense. Fans have their own characteristics, how could they be the same as steamed noodles?But when he logged on to his account again the next day, he realized that the ancient sayings were all meaningful.

[Silent is not silent]: Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is playing our silent brother, okay?Fourth, how could he, a high-scoring anchor, not be able to handle such a big gap?

[I'll pick your wall today]: How many times did he say sorry to my brother in one round?What is not sarcasm?

[SB only plays games]: The upstairs is reasonable, isn't it mocking when the dumb speaks?

[Yan Ge Lifetime Tweet]: Just look at your trash anchor who can't talk, and just hold grudges against my brother and arrest him?

[Du Ah Douben Dou]: It's really disgusting to play clearly, lowlowlow.

[World Peace]: Hurry up and get confused about this kind of anchor.

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[Don't talk if you don't want to talk]: Is your beep machine good?Lick the dog until there is nothing left!

[Little dumb is the cutest]: Spraying around all day long, I really don’t know if your Yangou was born dumb in his previous life.

[Try me to steam and cook it]: How bad is your family's reputation? Didn't you know how bad it is?National costume spray king.

[I don't like yogurt candies]: Who else likes the crazy batch of whoever bites?Are the men in the world dead?

【6666】: What is he called a jungler?It's almost like shopping.

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[kasuhcg]: It's funny, the dumb ADC's style of play is not for eyeballs, what else can he do? He really treats himself like a professional player?

[AD should be self-improvement]: The support will start acting without following, have the face to play ADC?Also grab the head, head dog.

[Robot 10086]: His winning rate is all based on performances. Why don't you look up this hammer and be a dumb fan?

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[The wild king is dead]: The spirit of the abyss plays like shit with purification, which jungler has purification?

[I'm sorry for killing someone]: The idiot who fights to punish and reverse clears has the face to play jungle?

[Snatch the wild and die the whole family]: Go shopping in the wild area, beep beep chance to play?It's so funny.

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"Then what is selflessness? Zhuangzi mentioned in this story that selflessness is a state of being blind to the perception of the external world. What is blindness? Simply put, it is..."

In the large auditorium, the old professor held a copy of "Zhuangzi" and read it like a storyteller. The old-fashioned air conditioner sprayed out dusty cold air, and the broken hair on the back of Zhong Xincheng's neck surged with the air waves.He skillfully hid the phone in the textbook, sliding his slender fingertips down rhythmically.

Zhong Xincheng looked at this unrestrained melee with no expression on his face, and he didn't feel any disturbance in his heart towards those increasingly ugly words. He logged into the background of his live broadcast account, cleared the private messages sent by Heizi with one click, and finally turned off the private message function.

Yesterday's live broadcast spread quickly through the Internet platform. Zhong Xincheng's fanciful style of play caused dissatisfaction among many Yan Wusheng fans. In addition, he has a large number of black fans. It became a unparalleled pinch between the fans of the two families.

Yan Wusheng's fans felt that Zhong Xincheng was speaking silently, and Zhong Xincheng's fans insisted that his brother's style of play was fine, and he did not act like an orphan.

The fans of the two teams picked from the game itself to the live broadcast style and then to some strange fields. Zhong Xincheng didn't see it, and felt that this was extremely troublesome for the first time: he hates public relations the most, especially in such a chaotic situation.

The end-of-class bell rang from the outer corridor, and the old professor on the podium closed the thick book in his hand, pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a low voice: "Then how does Zhuangzi view the issue of Xiaoyao? Let’s continue after class.”

The noisy tables and chairs overwhelmed the end-of-class bell, Zhong Xincheng let out a sigh of relief, turned off his phone, packed up his things and prepared to go to the cafeteria for dinner.The roommate Da'an who was sitting next to him turned around with a sad face, put his arms around Zhong Xincheng and cried, "Did you hear what the old man Lan Yueliang said? I still have to check it out, it’s still fucking elective, there are so many things going on.”

Zhong Xincheng surfed the Internet too seriously in class and basically didn't listen to what Lan Yueliang was talking about. His mysterious accent and indiscriminate articulation became the biggest obstacle for him to study hard.He also frowned, and heard Da'an say again: "And senior brother and senior sister said that this old man was killed by thieves, and he was killed in the Taklamakan Desert. His own mother didn't even know him. Calling my mother's grade point..."

"Can't we not choose him?" Zhong Xincheng zipped up his bag and replied.

"That's why the Academic Affairs Office has put in the class schedule this year, let's." Da'an pointed to himself and Zhong Xincheng: "It's the little bitch who has to be elected this year."

Zhong Xincheng suddenly felt that Mercury was retrograde recently: the computer in the computer room was broken, the bath basket was lost in the bathroom, the campus card was lost while walking, the homework was difficult in class, the live broadcast was on the hot search with the national server, and the sunspots scolded them out Myocardial infarction.

Humans are miserable.

"But we can ask for foreign aid. I heard that senior brothers and sisters who have taken his class can help." Da'an whispered mysteriously like a thief: "Didn't the senior sister of the school committee add you on WeChat before, and specially communicated with you?" Did you mention Lan Yueliang's class?"

For a moment, Zhong Xincheng didn't remember which senior sister Daan was talking about. He put his schoolbag on his back, stood up and walked out slowly. Zhong Xincheng is not a talkative person, he is silent and introverted and not humorous, and having a good-looking face can't keep a girl's interest at all.

"Let's talk about it." Zhong Xincheng replied vaguely, followed the flow of people out, and when he stepped through the door, he suddenly heard a group of girls chattering in whispers, and the crowd stopped suddenly in front of them.

Mottled green tree shadows flowed outside the glass windows of the corridor, dark black fine spots became transparent in the sunlight, and thin golden lines flowed down from the window sills.Zhong Xincheng looked forward through the crowd, and saw the deep and clear figure in the gap.

There was a man standing at the back door of the classroom, with a slender figure, and his skin was white and moist under the dark clothes.He has a handsome face, strong and deep lines, and deep eyes. He is half leaning against the edge of the marble, with a relaxed posture, a black schoolbag on one shoulder, and a book in his hand, flipping through it casually.

The yellowish paper leaves lines in the air, leaving bright traces in Zhong Xincheng's field of vision.He was standing at the door with his bag on his back, looking through the crowd with narrowed eyes on the man who became the focus of the crowd as soon as he appeared, and his eyes fell on the hand holding the book.

The joints were well defined and slender, Zhong Xincheng suddenly felt that those were a pair of hands that were very suitable for playing games and playing the piano.

"What are you looking at?" Da'an lightly bumped Zhong Xincheng's shoulder, squinting his small eyes suspiciously, and glanced back and forth where Zhong Xincheng was looking.

"It's nothing." Zhong Xincheng withdrew his gaze, squeezed out from the gap on the side, and didn't forget to look back before leaving. Just in time, a girl ran up to the man and reached out to take the book in his hand.

So they came to pick up books, Zhong Xincheng thought.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yan Shu, may I treat Senior Brother to drink milk tea?"

The girl's sweet voice passed through the noisy crowd to Zhong Xincheng's ears, mixed with the sound of his own footsteps receding away, his hand holding the bag belt tightened slightly, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind that shouldn't have appeared at this time. name:

No words.