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Logically speaking, Zhong Xincheng didn't want to go online to be judged by the sunspots after experiencing the combo of death in the full-day class, but as soon as he sat in front of the computer in the dormitory, he remembered the person he saw during the day, and he couldn't restrain himself. Hands to the game.

So when the live broadcast room was occupied by more and more fierce fans with overwhelming bullet screens, Zhong Xincheng dropped the crystal on the opposite side in annoyance, and was about to quickly cut into the second round of ranking when he suddenly heard Daan's wailing from the earphones: "Fucking experiment report Is this man Lan Yueliang sick?? There is still a show, why doesn’t he go to heaven?!”

Zhong Xincheng squinted his eyes with a headache. He took off his headphones, and the dark microphone was stuck on his collarbone, making his skin extremely pale.The unhappy mood was messed up by the troublesome schoolwork.He broadcast it for an hour today, and conventionally, it would take at least three or four hours for him to download it. It's just that something happened out of the ordinary today, so it can't be calculated according to common sense.

Move the mouse to the small button to open the bullet screen, and the dense white small characters are about to suffocate, and if there is a secret panic, it is estimated that you will go directly to the emergency room.Zhong Xincheng lazily closed his eyes and looked at the small camera above the computer, his voice was low and tired: "It will not be broadcast today."

The barrage of crazy mutual spraying was quiet for a moment, and after [-] seconds, polarization appeared, just like the Mariana Trench fault popping up on the screen, and the prohibition signs of Supertube instantly decreased.

"Why don't you broadcast it? It's only an hour today."

"Brother will broadcast more, I will brush the plane for you!"

"Send you Rainbow Rain to play another game for Grandpa!"

"Don't download the broadcast, it's okay to chat, and it's okay to eat and broadcast."

"The mute just didn't dare to admit it and was about to run away. It's really you."

"Don't go, this matter hasn't been settled yet."

"He's scared, he's scared."

……

Zhong Xincheng received today's login gift with a blank expression, he didn't take any barrage into his heart, and the speed of his hands when receiving the reward was comparable to the vigor when a team battle broke out to kill people.The last [-] shards came into the account, Zhong Xincheng resolutely clicked to end the live broadcast.

The barrage that scrubs the blue screen on the desktop is cleared, and the world seems to be clean, which is reassuring.Zhong Xincheng closed his eyes and exhaled, slumped on the chair to collect his thoughts, and did not move for a long time.

First find an experienced brother or sister to finish Lan Yueliang's mid-term homework. At least 4 credits of grade points are stuck in front of him and he has to do it. Fame and fortune are just pastime items that I don't want to do alone in a passionate solo row in my spare time.Maybe one day I won't play this game, and I will definitely not do live broadcast again.If he is popular, someone will be black, and there is no reason to blame him if he wants to commit a crime, not to mention that he has this kind of black-bellied temperament, who is not talkative but has a lot of thorns.

After all, I just don't bother to explain.

Opening his eyes, Zhong Xincheng felt that he was doing well again.He grabbed the mouse and looked for the button to exit the game, but he never wanted to be attracted by the little red dot on the friend list next to him:

There is an extra message from the new friend out of thin air.

His eyes stayed on it for a moment, Zhong Xincheng wanted to ignore it, but in the next second, a large frame for applying to add friends popped up on the interface, and in the gold-rimmed exclusive aristocratic frame was a strange profile picture, with fat Garfield's face pasted on the glass On the window, the beard was cut off at the plum vase by the window, and he was casting contemptuous eyes outside, and the bottom line of small words was clear and bright:

"You, this, stupid, dog?" Zhong Xincheng read out every word with a blank expression, and finally sneered, looking at the nickname.

【YSSS】

"Hi, I heard you're doing well, let's play black together?"

The style of greeting in the bureau is unified, and half a word has not been changed.

Why did Yan Wusheng add me?

Zhong Xincheng couldn't figure out what Yan Wusheng was thinking, but after thinking about it, he specified that it had something to do with today's fan fight, maybe it was the Lord himself who came down to ask him to question him, or it was some other conspiracy.

Xiao Shou copied and cut off diplomacy, Zhong Xincheng decisively refused.

In the next minute, the silent film anchor who made such a rebellious act received a series of ruthless calls from a certain national server fan king, directly hitting him autistically.

This Nima is outrageous.

Zhong Xincheng is usually silent but it doesn't mean he has no temper. When he came up with rebellious energy, he dragged the mouse with one hand and clicked to accept.He wanted to see what this silent Yan was doing.

The person on the opposite side must have been waiting for Zhong Xincheng's reply. As soon as the friend added it, before Zhong Xincheng could reply, he sent a series of "lighting a cigarette" emoji silently.

Zhong Xincheng's hands fluttering on the keyboard paused, he squinted his eyes, looked at Yan Wusheng and asked, "I am?"

If it's not me, can it still be your trumpet?Zhong Xincheng felt that the IQ of the opposite anchor was worrying.

"Yes." He leaned against the back of the chair and typed three letters, squinting his eyes and waiting for a silent response.

"Brother, let's discuss something. I think you are an open-minded person. I don't say dark words." The latest pop-up message appeared in the chat box, and Zhong Xincheng frowned, probably knowing what Yan Wusheng meant.

"Now the fans are tearing up too badly, but I think you played very well yesterday. Let's do some public relations, and this matter will be over, how about it?"

Zhong Xincheng nodded, he actually had that intention.

Although Zhong Xincheng's silent style of play is incompatible with Zhong Xincheng, it does not mean that the two of them really have a big enmity, and Zhong Xincheng is used to being deserted, and he does not want to be surrounded by all kinds of sunspots.

"How about public relations?" Zhong Xincheng typed four words, and the sound of typing on the keyboard was quite loud.

"Play a few doubles matches with me, no live broadcast." Yan Wusheng replied.

"How would they know about our duo if we don't start the live broadcast?" Zhong Xincheng typed out a long list, and sent it out without even thinking about it.It took a few seconds before I realized that I didn't really need to ask this question.

Their relationship is on the cusp, especially well-known anchors like Yan Wusheng and Zhong Xincheng, fans will make a fuss if they don't broadcast any day.There are always sharp-eyed fans who will look through the anchor's game records, and they will naturally find clues to the double row.No matter how hard it is to find a few marketing accounts to bring the rhythm, it can also turn around.

He pulled his hair in frustration, and was about to withdraw the message, when he saw that Yan Wusheng had already sent a new one: "There is no silver 300 taels here, so this is the effect."

Well, it's just a few games anyway, he's the best at it.Zhong Xincheng thought.

"What time?" Zhong Xincheng asked.

He originally thought that Yan Wusheng would choose an auspicious day to play a few games with him, but the man on the other side seemed to prefer picking a date rather than bumping into it, and immediately responded: "Let's do it today, while the heat is still there."

Zhong Xincheng was stunned for a moment, he just told his fans that there would be no broadcast today, and now he turned around and played a double row game with Yan Wusheng, wouldn't this be a bit too double standard?But in terms of language games, what Zhong Xincheng said was that it will not be broadcast today, but he didn't say that it will not be played today.

Anchor can’t just broadcast live, right?

After three or two attempts to build up his mind, Zhong Xincheng replied "yes".

"Are you using the mic?" Yan asked silently.

When the opposite anchor said this sentence, Zhong Xincheng actually refused in his heart.What he dislikes most is when someone plays a game, like a commentary channel host, talking about the battle situation, especially a repeater type host like Yan Wusheng.

"No, my friend is asleep." Zhong Xincheng looked back at the roommates who were sitting cross-legged on the bed with shirtless gnawing pig's trotters and watching the beautiful anchor dance, and lied without changing expression, taking it for granted.

"Okay." Yan Wusheng seemed a little disappointed, but his emotions only showed for a second, and the double-row invitation was handed over.

Zhong Xincheng clicked to accept, and the profile picture appeared next to the fat Garfield, and the frames of the profile pictures of the two nobles 8 shone like money.Zhong Xincheng saw the silent words on the team channel.

"What do you play? Still playing ADC?"

"Otherwise?" Zhong Xincheng asked back.

"I'll help you." Yan Wusheng said immediately.

"Do you want soft support or hard support? Soft support includes Gatalia, Nanny, Phoenix, Angel, Starlight, Lu Ling, and Prison Cage." .”

"Otherwise, I will use Shi Naji to give you full support, and I will give you all the skills."

"Or do you still want to use wild hunting? Nomadism is also a problem."

"Maybe it depends on the lineup. If the system is good, you can use the cage."

"What do you think?"

The opposite Yan Wusheng is purely a noisy parrot. Although he can't move his mouth, he can make Zhong Xincheng lose his temper with just one keyboard.Looking at the messages that popped up one after another, Zhong Xincheng felt that someone was nagging in his mind.

"It can't be opened." Zhong Xincheng said indifferently, he just wanted to shut up silently.

There's so much nonsense about ranking, can't it just look at the lineup?

What's more, what kind of support does he play as a wild king, is he so confident that Zhong Xincheng can drive it alone?

"Open." Yan Wusheng replied immediately, the sound of the brass bell that locked the rank came from the headset, Zhong Xincheng narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at Yan Wusheng's fat cat head, and it took him a long time to reach out and fish a stick from his desk Lollipop stuck in mouth.

The strawberry-flavored lollipop is sweet and greasy, which makes people feel better.