缠绵 游戏

Jing Tian didn't know what to say for a while.

Shu Ziqin is so pitiful, he wanted to do something close to him, but he was self-defeating and was rejected by his sweetheart, and his favorability has fallen to the bottom.

Yang Yue is also so pitiful. After a good game, she was entangled by a rookie, and she was embarrassed to speak out because of face, and felt wronged.

Jing Tian was double sympathetic, suffering from the inconvenience of pointing out Shu Ziqin, and had no choice but to smile wryly at Yang Yue.

Yang Yue sighed again, and began to vent his anger: "It's all your fault, where did you find such a person!"

Jing Tian bowed his head: "I'm sorry."

Yang Yue stretched out her hand, rubbed his head, and messed up his hair: "Play with me if you are sincere!"

Jing Tian shrank his neck from his rubbing: "I'm stupid too."

"No way, you are so powerful, you were the one who took me with you before," Yang Yue finally smiled and let go of his hand when he saw his wrinkled and pitiful face, "Even if I don't remember now, I will I can teach you slowly from the beginning."

Jing Tian shook his head: "You have no patience at all, and you will definitely not be polite to me. I will be scolded to death by you."

"...how could it be?" Yang Yue felt a little guilty, "what is the relationship between us, how can we compare with that mentally handicapped one."

He said, as if to emphasize how much he had been wronged just now, he picked up the phone again, brought up an interface, and stretched it out to Jing Tian.

"Look at his stats," Yang Yue tapped his fingers twice, "In that one match just now, he died seven times! The first time I f*cking walked, no one was killed! 0 kills, one No one was killed! That's fine, look, the amount of damage caused is 7! What is the concept of 7!"

Jing Tian didn't understand: "What concept?"

"My damage is 8134!" Yang Yue clicked on his own interface, "He almost just broke one of his hair!"

Jing Tian was secretly surprised.

Although Shu Ziqin looks natural and innocent on weekdays, Jing Tian, ​​who took classes with him, knows very well that he is not stupid, on the contrary, he can be said to be very smart, and his memory and understanding ability are far better than his own.

It can be so bad that if he is not talented, he has never dabbled in video games in the past.

"He told you that he likes to play this game?" Jing Tian asked.

"Yeah," Yang Yue sighed, "You insist on pulling me to form a team.

It would be great if there was an online invisibility function in the game, I would pay money to block him. "

Jing Tian looked at the friend list that Yang Yue poked open, and pointed out, "This 'job without difficulty' is Shu Ziqin?"

"Yes.

This person even has a strange name," Yang Yue said, "A comb is light, but my broom is heavy. "

Just as he was talking, Jing Tian's cell phone rang.

When I picked it up, it was an unfamiliar number.

After answering the call, a young male voice with non-standard Mandarin came from the opposite side: "The takeaway is here, please come down and get it!"

"What?" Jing Tian was stunned, "...I didn't order takeaway, did you make a mistake?"

"That's right," the boy reported the address again, "I'm right under your dormitory building, aren't you there?"

Jing Tian hurried to the window to look down, and sure enough, he saw a little brother in a takeaway uniform holding a mobile phone, and was carrying a bag in his hand.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right there!" Jing Tian said, then turned and walked out the door.

"What did you buy?" Yang Yue asked.

Jing Tiantan shook his head to express that he didn't know clearly, and then quickly ran out of the dormitory.

When he returned to the dormitory, Jing Tian was holding two cups of milk tea in his hand.

"Wow, two cups," Yang Yue asked excitedly after getting off the bed, "Is there any for me?"

Jing Tian handed over a cup.

Judging from the label, the ingredients and taste of the milk tea are all his favorites, and he can guess who ordered it with his toenails.

Calculating the time, I am afraid that Zheng Xunqian suddenly took out his mobile phone to place an order.

"It's so sweet." Yang Yue frowned after taking a sip, "With so many ingredients and sugar, it can be eaten as a meal.

Did Zheng Xunqian order this for you? "

Even he guessed it.

Jing Tian looked down at the milk tea cup in his hand: "...probably."

"I'm ashamed to take advantage of you every day," Yang Yue smiled at him, "It would be even better if I could change to half sugar next time."

Jing Tian hesitated, wondering if he should send Zheng Xunqian a message to tell him that the milk tea has been received, and note the taste for Yang Yue by the way.

He was a little depressed, secretly persuading himself not to lose the most basic manners because of being awkward.

But he opened the chat interface with Zheng Xunqian, but he still didn't want to talk from the bottom of his heart.

"However, no matter how obvious he hints, I will not agree to him," Yang Yue said, "This is a matter of principle."

Jing Tian was startled, inexplicably flustered: "Promise what?"

"Let him move here," Yang Yue said, "Isn't that why he suddenly flattered me so much?"

Jing Tian hesitated for a moment, thinking, probably not.

If it is for moving here, Zheng Xunqian should invite that "third roommate" who can't exist at all.

There is a repeat course on the second day.

Zheng Xunqian still went with him. After the two met, his attitude was the same as usual, and he didn't seem to care about Jing Tian receiving the milk tea but there was no feedback.

On the way there, Jing Tian was very nervous.

I will see Shu Ziqin soon, and he intends to gently remind this enthusiastic primary school boy who has caused Yang Yue a lot of trouble, and tell him that although Yang Yue looks crooked, he is a straight man in his heart, and it is best to do what he can But enough is enough.

As the saying goes, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, and you have to lose love as early as possible.

It is not an easy task to convey enough without hurting people.

Jing Tian was afraid that he could not do well.

When they walked into the classroom with Zheng Xunqian, Shu Ziqin had already arrived.

He was looking down at the notebook in his hand, muttering words, with a serious look, as if he was reciting a book.

It wasn't until Jing Tian sat down beside him that he suddenly came back to his senses, showed the same sunny smile as before, and greeted them both.

Jing Tian asked casually, "What are you looking at, so serious?"

Shu Ziqin, who was still holding the notebook, blushed slightly for some reason, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's nothing, just looking around."

This reaction aroused Jing Tian's curiosity.

After all, if you are studying, there is no need to cover up.

He wanted to take a peek, but he was embarrassed, and was struggling, when he saw a hand stretched out from the other side of his body.

"Really, let me take a look?" Zheng Xunqian looked calm, but his tone revealed an undeniable strength.

Shu Ziqin froze for a few seconds, then honestly handed over the notebook in his hand.

Zheng Xunqian lowered his head and turned over, and soon showed doubts: "What is this?"

Jing Tian hurried over to have a look.

"Are you a military fan?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

The book is densely packed with the models, uses, applicable occasions, operating skills, advantages and disadvantages of various guns and ammunition.

On the side, the general appearance of the weapon was drawn with stick figures.

Recalling the interface Yang Yue showed yesterday, Jing Tian understood immediately: "This is a game guide, right?"

Shu Ziqin didn't admit or deny, just smirked at him.

God, this is too serious, Jing Tian was deeply shocked, and couldn't say a word from the draft in his heart when he came.

Zheng Xunqian casually flipped through a few pages and asked, "Do you like playing this kind of games?"

"It's, it's okay," Shu Ziqin replied shyly, "I played a little bit recently, it's quite interesting!"

"Oh," Zheng Xunqian nodded, then turned his head to look at Jing Tian, ​​and asked, "By the way, Yang Yue seems to like these too, right?"

He is asking knowingly.

Jing Tian felt embarrassed, but still nodded honestly: "Yeah."

Shu Ziqin blushed even more, lowered her head, said nothing, fingered back and forth on the table unconsciously.

"Then I remember correctly."

Zheng Xunqian showed a friendly smile at Shu Ziqin for the first time, "You can ask him, if it is the same model, you can still form a team."

Shu Ziqin was indeed an honest person, and immediately confessed: "We played together yesterday!"

Zheng Xunqian nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "You're very happy, aren't you?"

Shu Ziqin showed a silly smile, raised his hand and scratched his hair, looking shy: "...um."

Jing Tian, ​​who was caught between the two and never spoke, lowered his head silently and held his forehead with his hands.

It's too cruel, not only for Yang Yue, but also for Shu Ziqin.

If they were to know each other's mental activities, they might all spurt blood.

Zheng Xunqian returned the notebook to Shu Ziqin: "Very good."

Shu Ziqin took the notebook, quickly put it away, and started to prepare for class.

Jing Tian looked at him, hesitated again and again, and finally asked tentatively: "Are you not very good at these?"

"I haven't had much contact with it before," Shu Ziqin said, "but it's really interesting, I like it very much!"

"...Come on," Jing Tian nodded awkwardly, "Practice hard."

"Hey," Shu Ziqin became shy again, "Senior Yang Yue taught me a lot, he is so kind."

Jing Tian was puzzled: "When did he teach you?"

"When we were playing together yesterday," Shu Ziqin said, "he was so gentle!"

Jing Tian was speechless.

This silly child was blinded by love and had already lost the most basic judgment.

Zheng Xunqian lowered his head and smiled for a while, then asked, "Senior Yang Yue is so nice?"

Shu Ziqin still smirked, blushing even more.

"...Is he beautiful?" Zheng Xunqian asked again.

Shu Ziqin didn't speak, but Jing Tian turned his head and glanced at Zheng Xunqian unconsciously.

So, Zheng Xunqian really thought that Yang Yue was very good-looking that day.

The weird feeling in my heart came again.

Zheng Xunqian turned sideways, propped his elbow on the table with one hand, held his chin, looked at Shu Ziqin, and asked, "Do you like him?"

This is too straightforward.

Not only Shu Ziqin, but even Jing Tian was dumbfounded.