heartbeat live broadcast

After dinner, Zhong Xincheng started a live broadcast.

The anchor, who was more silent than usual, held a coffee-flavored lollipop in his mouth, and pointed a small piece of paper stick towards the ceiling light. He wore headphones to cover his ears. He stared at a certain corner of the screen, playing Lianliankan mechanically.

"Stop playing bro, aren't you going to play games today?"

"Lianliankan yyds"

"I have forgotten that the anchor is playing Jedi fantasy"

"Is my ear broken or the mic is gone"

"The dog's head saves life"

Zhong Xincheng finished the scribbled game, the strong taste of coffee in his mouth was a bit dull, he rested his chin to read the bullet screens one by one, and replied: "It's not broken, it's on."

"Brother, talk, otherwise you will open your mouth in vain"

"Ah, what are you playing today?"

"Why do you look absent-minded"

"Maybe I'm thinking about cooking"

"Goose Goose Goose Goose"

"Don't you want to play games today?"

Zhong Xincheng stopped and watched in his live broadcast room, and by accident, he landed on Hanhai's homepage, and saw the sign "Yan Wusheng is live broadcasting" at a glance. He raised his eyebrows slightly, moved the mouse, and clicked in.

Yan Wusheng turned on the mic, and a lazy voice came from the live broadcast room. He rarely turned on the camera, but inside the small frame was an orange cat doll sitting on the table. It was ugly, like an arcade Grab the toys placed in batches in the claw machine.The light from the desk lamp shines from the right, casting a small shadow behind the doll.

"This game doesn't have duo, it's boring to be a fan."

Zhong Xincheng heard Yan Wusheng say such a sentence, he carefully looked at the interface in the live broadcast room, and found that it was a small game that he had never played before: old-fashioned graphics, various passages with nine twists and eighteen bends, cliffs, inverted Thorn, a fat little person crawling on the ground struggled to squirm on the screen, kicking wildly with two short legs, fell down the well after a while and couldn't get out.

What game is this?Yan Wusheng switched to a stand-alone game anchor?

"You guys can't play this kind of difficult game." Yan Wusheng seemed to drop the mouse, he stretched out his hand to adjust the cat toy, let it sleep on the table, but the round eyes were still open.Yan Wusheng's fingers were slender and looked very suitable for playing the piano. Zhong Xincheng squinted his eyes and observed carefully, and found a shallow scar on the inside of the tiger's mouth on Yan Wusheng's right hand.

It looked so old that it was almost invisible.

Yan Wusheng's barrage in the live broadcast room was ridiculed:

"That's it? Have you passed the ten levels yourself?"

"Beep Versailles every day"

"Double platooning is prohibited for fear of exposing strength"'

"Everyone, look at the list! The neighbor is here to spy!"

"Fuck Zxinc!"

"How come you work so hard recently??"

Zhong Xincheng didn't expect that he would be discovered within less than a minute of peeping, and he thought to himself that this group of people must be squatting on the list every day, right?He had quick eyesight and quick hands, but was stopped by Yan Wusheng one second before he clicked to exit.

"Come on, watch me play games?"

Why does this tone sound like an appointment... Zhong Xincheng paused for a second, and gave a faint "hmm".

"Would you like to come and play?" Yan Wusheng's interest suddenly increased, he pressed the game pause button, and asked.

Originally, Zhong Xincheng didn't want to play, because the game looked a bit stupid, but he couldn't help but keep talking in his ear about how it was fun, it was really touching.

Therefore, Zhong Xincheng was fooled into spending three yuan to download a game, registered an account and named it randomly, entered the friend list, and received an invitation from Yan Wusheng.

[One in a million men like me] invited [nzmsnmzdm] to start a new game.

The barrage in Yan Wusheng's live broadcast room exploded, popping out like popcorn popping out:

"Okay, you can't double row?"

"Old double standard dog"

"Dare to double row is to look at people?"

"Speaking of which, when did their relationship get so good?"

"It is said that they have known each other before?"

"The camaraderie of bewilderment increases"

"Come on, show"

Yan Wuyin looked at the initial avatar rolling his eyes in the team list, and laughed unkindly: "What's your name and what avatar?"

"Gibberish characters." Zhong Xincheng sneered at Yan Wusheng's name and Flying Pig's profile picture, and said calmly. "How do you play this?"

"WASD is up, down, left, and right, and the blank space is forward. The gravity system of this game is very strange, and you need to kick forward." Yan Wusheng explained solemnly with a suppressed smile, and let Zhong Xincheng get started first.

"Kick?" Zhong Xincheng was confused, he tried to press the space, and found that the villain lying on the ground on his screen began to kick his legs epileptically, and the kicked air shook the mountains and roared like a tsunami.

"That's it, very talented, simple, right? I'll give you a demonstration, just press D first and then kick... I'll do it." Yan Wusheng didn't hesitate to praise, he pressed the combination keys seemingly skillfully, Immediately afterwards, the villain in purple pants, representing Yan Wusheng, flew out and stuck precisely in a big hole in the wall: the head was inside, the butt was outside.

"Hahahahaha, it's the beginning"

"On how sand sculpture anchors get their heads off"

"How many times is it today?"

"History is always surprisingly similar"

Zhong Xincheng couldn't stand the hilarious barrage anymore, his right eyelid kept twitching, and he felt suffocated when he saw Wusheng kicking his legs with his neck stuck on the screen, and regretted playing this mindless game for the first time.

"Come and help me, kick me down." Yan Wusheng was in a hurry, his head was stuck and he couldn't get it out, so he asked Zhong Xincheng beside him for help.

Poor Zhong Xincheng who played this game for the first time, he had to be a firefighter as soon as he got started, but someone’s mouth seemed to be rented, and he couldn’t get his money back without saying a lot. Complete difficult movements under command.

"Damn! Brother, don't kick my ass? You kick my leg! Leg!"

In the live broadcast room, two villains tossed and turned in the passage full of thorns. A little thing in purple pants was swinging like a pendulum on the wall. I don't know where to kick when I go down.

"Can you be on time? Don't push me, I can't fucking come down! You son of a bitch!" Yan Wusheng became more and more sad and angry. He was able to pull out his head by pushing against the wall before, but Zhong Xincheng kicked him in again , The card is solid.

"You, stop talking." Zhong Xincheng was also angry. Is this broken game worth playing?It’s not good to buy anything for three yuan. Fortune-telling next to the park is more interesting than this game. The key is that the way of traveling is too outrageous, and Zhong Xincheng is about to smash the keyboard.

"Can I not talk? Pythagorean theorem leverage principle! You look for skills, the first level, do you know how much the sisters next door love each other when they play this game? You, the more you kick, the more you go, it's been 10 minutes. "Yan Wusheng frantically clicked on the keyboard, like a small snake hovering on the wall, he was babbling.

"Dedede Plastic Brotherhood"

"What did I say? No need to play"

"Vegetable chickens pecking at each other"

“This picture is so beautiful”

"I'm going to have a nightmare"

"Brother Wuwu Xincheng, stay away from Yangou"

"Oh the bad dialogue"

"I thought of something bad"

The talents in the two live broadcast rooms created a large barrage of bullet screens, and some improvisational experts began to compose poems. Of course, Zhong Xincheng and Yan Wusheng, who were seriously looking for a way to escape, had no time to watch, until finally Zhong Xincheng accidentally tossed a few times from above and gave a poem. Yan silently fiddled with it before it was over.

"Come on, we can start now." Yan Wusheng let out a breath, he adjusted his mentality, took two steps forward, and seriously discussed tactics with Zhong Xincheng: "Listen, I said three two one, you just accumulate strength and kick me , Judging from the acceleration of the game system mechanism and the difficulty of two people, I will definitely be able to successfully fly through the thorny forest, and then I will land on the opposite button area. At this time, a platform will appear here, and you can jump on it, understand?"

"En." Zhong Xincheng responded, struggling to get started.

Zhong Xincheng dared to say that within less than an hour that night, Yan Wusheng was like the commentator of a professional competition in Europe, babbling a lot in a cadence, what he understood was complaints, shit he didn't understand, and Smecta bouncing around. The indifference on Zhong Xincheng's face became much less.

"I said you were pulling my ankle, and then I kicked you, do you understand the free fall? You can fall over with a 'swoosh'." Yan Wusheng seemed to be tired of talking at last. When the camera in his live broadcast room moved, he fell on the table. His cup was picked up, and he took a sip of water. The pressure on his heart was comparable to that of taking a child.

"Oh." Zhong Xincheng thought he understood. Just as he was about to cooperate with Yan Wusheng, suddenly the interface of the live broadcast room flashed, and the whole dormitory went dark. Ten seconds later, the computer was still on, but Yan Wusheng was gone. No sound.

He huddled in the chair, the dark dormitory was silent, and the faint light of the computer screen made his face pale.Zhong Xincheng heard ghosts and wolves howling at the door, and he probably understood what happened: the dormitory had a power outage and the internet was cut off.

The interface of the mini-game was stuck on the screen, but the character of Yan Wusheng was no longer there, and the live broadcast room was forced to close. Fans might say that he was ruthless again.Zhong Xincheng stayed in the dark for a while, then suddenly grabbed his coat and went out.

He remembered that Yan Wusheng said earlier that it would be broadcast until midnight.

He knows that there is an Internet cafe around the school.

It's not too much for adults to go to an Internet cafe quietly, right?