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The campus of University A has never been so dark.

The Bright Avenue extending from the south gate in the past seems to be hidden in the black mist, and all the decorations are closed. The students on the road turn on their flashlights in twos and threes, and the light beams shine on Zhong Xincheng's face from far to near.

He traveled through the night, walking to the Internet cafe outside the school based on his memory, and heard someone chatting about the power outage on the way.

"It is said that the pipe was cut off due to the road construction next to it, and it was stopped in an emergency for fear of accidents."

"Lights and feasting outside the school, deep mountains and old forests inside the school, A University, excellent infrastructure."

There are only a handful of Internet cafes with a good surrounding environment in A University. After all, they are all college students. They don’t need to play games like in high school.Zhong Xincheng seldom went to Internet cafes, and was strictly controlled by his family in high school, so he hardly dared to do stealthy things.

So when he stood at the entrance of Feiyue Internet Cafe, the exhaust fan of the air conditioner was whirring at the base of the wall, and posters with huge game screenshots were spread across half of the wall. subtle feeling.

The rattling sound of the keyboard was mixed with the shouting and applause of some students, and the professional leagues of other games were broadcast on the large curtain at the front. Zhong Xin Chengjin smelled the mixed smell of instant noodles and cigarettes through his nose, and frowned. Go to the front desk.

The eyes of the young lady at the front desk lit up, she threw down the Doudizhu in her hand, and asked with a smile on her face, "How long will it be on?"

Zhong Xincheng blinked and said coldly, "Two hours."

"Unit 9 in Area D."

He glanced in the direction of Miss Sister's finger, and the smoky air formed a mountain-top fairy's hermit appearance. His facial muscles moved slightly, planning to play quietly for a few minutes among a group of chattering players. .

This live broadcast environment is really a bit harsh.

"Is there a private room?" Zhong Xincheng turned around and asked again.

"Single rooms are no longer available, but there are VIP double rooms with comfortable environment, thoughtful service and advanced equipment, but the price is expensive." The young lady smiled without showing her teeth, and replied with a pair of quick eyes and hands.

"Then let's have a double room." Zhong Xincheng had no choice but to make it more expensive, at least let him broadcast it live.

"No. 2, Area A." The young lady smiled sweetly, watching Zhong Xincheng leave.

When Zhong Xincheng walked through the corridor, he saw the sign of Area A, and then found Room 2. The exquisitely decorated interior was comparable to the front desk of a five-star hotel. .

"Don't play anymore, wait for someone who is destined."

"It's said that it's a predestined person, not necessarily him."

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

Zhong Xincheng frowned, he thought the receptionist gave him a spare double room, but he didn't expect that there was someone else's double room.He took a step forward, and when he passed the corner, he suddenly froze.

There are two curved screens with their backs facing each other. On the crystal table is a lush spider plant, with delicate branches and leaves hanging down to the ground.In the huge gaming chair, Yan Shu tilted his body and fiddled with the earphones. The dark blue rectangular earphones matched his light blue shirt today. If you ignore the boneless posture, he is exactly like a public servant in an Internet cafe after get off work. .

The light in the double room was extremely bright, so dazzling that even Yan Shu could see the small folds of Yan Shu's narrowed eyes, and the hair on his forehead cast a fine shadow.He muttered the second half of the sentence, looked up at the door with dissatisfaction when he raised his eyes, and was also stunned when he looked at Zhong Xincheng.

"People with predestined relationship." Yan Shu stared at Zhong Xincheng's face and paused every word, subconsciously leaned forward, and suddenly grabbed the mouse as if remembering something, and he clicked on the computer screen without saying a word. Zhong Xincheng said.

The atmosphere was so delicate that Zhong Xincheng dared not answer.

But Yan Shu's movements were rarely different from his usual ease, which made Zhong Xincheng feel a little flustered.

What does it mean to see it as if you didn't see it?He couldn't figure it out.

Yan Shu's computer screen was facing away from Zhong Xincheng. He didn't know what Yan Shu was doing, and he was upset, when he suddenly heard the dumb Yan Shu say:

"Xincheng, come to surf the Internet?" Yan Shu laughed so hard that his small white teeth could advertise for the toothpaste factory next door.

"Brother, what a coincidence." Zhong Xincheng replied indifferently, his gaze fell lightly on Yan Shu's face, but his heart jumped up and down, his heart filled with inexplicable emotions, both pleasantly surprised and unhappy.The secret impulse during the day clamored to occupy his mind, making Zhong Xincheng want to escape.

"Sit." Yan Shu almost stood up and pushed the chair for Zhong Xincheng himself. He poked his head and watched Zhong Xincheng sit down opposite him, until the shadow of the child was blocked by the huge curved screen.

Zhong Xincheng sat in the chair in a daze, and Yan Shu was only less than two meters away from him—this realization made him feel nervous, the child licked his lips and sat at a loss, waiting until the warmth of the room soaked into his bones, then Kankan regained his sanity.

He came to the Internet cafe for the live broadcast, the live broadcast was to play games with Yan Wusheng, and the game with Yan Wusheng was to eliminate the interference from Yan Shu in the morning, and the way to eliminate interference was to divert attention and avoid Yan Shu, to avoid Yan Shu...

But isn't the culprit right in front of him?

Zhong Xincheng exhaled, lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.

"Did Xincheng come here because the dormitory had a power outage?"

Zhong Xincheng had no choice but to rub his forehead again and raised his face, listening to the man opposite him asking.

"Well, senior brother just came here too?" Zhong Xincheng asked politely, his voice softer than usual.

"No, it's been a while."

Zhong Xincheng was silent for a while, and his plan was disrupted. He didn't dare to openly broadcast the live broadcast in front of Yan Shu, and he didn't even dare to turn on the microphone to interact with the screen. After all, they were too close, and everything they said could be heard clearly.But he wanted to see what Yan Wusheng was doing, so he quietly opened the Hanhai platform and entered the live broadcast room of Yan Wusheng.

Yan Wusheng was still broadcasting live, but he didn't have a camera or a mic. He played Zuma with a Jedi fantasy game interface, and he was quite skilled.

If it's not possible to start a live broadcast, then maybe... we can play a game together?

Zhong Xincheng logged into the game system while opening Yan Wusheng's live broadcast room, and tentatively sent an invitation. Surprisingly, Yan Wusheng closed the Zuma interface at the speed of light, went to the game interface and clicked directly to agree, and the duo was in progress.

【YSSS】: "Are you on the mic?"

Zhong Xincheng frowned and refused decisively.

[Don't want to talk]: "No, the wheat is broken."

【YSSS】: "Broken? Wasn't it still fine just now?"

[Don't want to talk]: "I was taken away by a dog."

[YSSS]: "The dog should be beaten."

It's time for a beating.

Zhong Xincheng moved the mouse, and suddenly heard the service bell rang in the middle.

"Two cups of succulent grapes, tea next door, thank you." When Yan Shu's chair moved, his right hand holding the mouse was released from the button of the bell, and his voice was deeper than usual.

Not long after, the lady at the front desk came in with two cups of milk tea.

Both cups were close to Yan Shu's direction, Zhong Xincheng and Yan Wusheng were waiting for the opening, Yan Wusheng said something on the channel, which made Zhong Xincheng not in the mood to listen.His full attention was on Yan Shu who was opposite: the senior brother seemed to be studying very hard, and the crackling sound of typing was soft and heavy. He paused for a moment, and then reached out to take a cup of milk tea.

"Xincheng." Yan Shu stretched out his hand holding the fleshy grapes from the gap beside the two screens, his voice was deep and lustful, and Zhong Xincheng's ears were extra scratchy.

"Do you like sweets?" Yan Shu asked.

I like it, of course I do.

Zhong Xincheng let go of the mouse, and slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips suddenly pressed against the gap between Yan Shu's fingers.

The heat was passing, as if the temperature in an absurd dream had broken through the barrier and became substantive. He trembled and stepped back. When he raised his eyes, he found that Yan Shu was watching him with a tilted head and a smile—the eyes were almost gentle, making his heart The ups and downs of uneasiness are submerged in the water and confined in a small corner.

"Thank you." Zhong Xincheng lowered his eyes, and took the cup of sweet, juicy grapes.