What should I do if I pretend to be a girl online to the president of the company?

As Jing Mu spoke, he pulled out the corn cobs.

Because the weather is too hot and the wind has been blowing for a long time, the corn has no juice, only a dry, bare stick of mamalai.

The thing in his hand was taken away, and the man in front of him finally turned around, with a blank expression on his face: "You are too short, I didn't hear you clearly."

Jing Mu listened to the man's broken Chinese, the corner of his mouth twitched, he wanted to be angry but couldn't.

Where is he short?According to the official data, he is 180, is this short?

Obviously you are too tall, you must be 190 tall, right?What did you grow up eating?Doesn't it mean that country R is generally not very tall?

"Forget it, it's okay, Mr. Xiao Ming, you can go on."

Shengxing heaved a sigh of relief, it was so embarrassing, but fortunately he was able to fool him.

Jing Mu stood in the crowd and looked around. The official height of 180 was quite conspicuous in the ordinary crowd.

What's more, there is a suspicious man in black who is close to 190 beside him.

Every few steps, there are a lot of people waiting and watching.

Jing Mu looked around, found a trash can, and wanted to throw away the corn cobs.

But he was stopped by the man in front of him.

"This, give it to me."

Jing Mu was at a loss, why does this person want a clean corn cob?Not too dirty?

Just about to ask, the other party suddenly explained: "The trash cans here are not classified, so it's not easy to dispose of."

While talking, the corn cob in Jing Mu's hand was taken away by the other party, and he wrapped it in a plastic bag very carefully, and finally stuffed it into the bag.

Jing Mu didn't care about any crooked reasoning, anyway, he felt relieved after throwing away the corncobs.

There were more and more people looking at them around, Jing Mu pulled up the mask next to his ear, wanting to put it on.

The man standing two meters away from him stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

The man's palm is large, with slender fingers, a little rough, but it doesn't affect the appearance.

Jing Mu lowered his eyes, watching the man's hand gently slide over his right cheek, and finally took away something.

"There's something on your face."

The voice of the other party wearing a mask was a bit muffled, and the smell of mint that entered the nasal cavity was particularly attractive.

Jingmu has always felt that the smell of mint has a bit of a smell, but now he finds it very refreshing.

"Wow, that man in black touched his face just now! Did you take a picture of it? It's a good material for personal design, big gangster x beauty."

"Isn't it? Why do I feel that the black-clothed brother is also super handsome? Didn't you see his jawline and eyes?"

"Oh, yes, yes, and the bridge of his nose. Although it is very tightly covered, you can still feel that he is good-looking."

The noisy discussion sounded in his ears, and Jing Mu suddenly woke up.

It's not good to be photographed. Jing Mu turned his head to find the source of the sound, but only saw the intricate back.

It's over, this photo was taken, it won't be on the headlines tomorrow, right?

The more Jing Mu thought about it, the more terrifying he became, he couldn't help shaking his head, what was he worried about?Can he make headlines with his popularity?

Think beautifully.

Hope it's all right.

Jing Mu looked straight ahead, and took the initiative to pull up the cuffs of the man in front of him.

Just touched it, but was held by the man's hand.

Jing Mu's hand is not small, the size of a normal man, but the palm of the other party seems to be slightly larger than his.

Just the right size for holding hands.

The strength of the man was not light or heavy, he held Jing Mu's hand vaguely, and gently passed it in the palm of his hand from time to time, making Jing Mu itchy.

"The clothes are dark and dry."

Jing Mu raised his eyes, "Xiao Ming" seemed to be looking for a reason for holding hands.

The sun was very strong, walking among the crowd without any shade, it was like a big steamer.

Jing Mu didn't have the heart to say anything else, he pushed and said: "Okay, Mr. Xiao Ming, let's go quickly, otherwise we won't be able to start the match in time."

in the venue.

The blowing air-conditioning makes the trees seem to be reborn, and the wilted flowers bloom again.

Jing Mu pulled off a bit of the mask, breathed in the cold air, got into the internal organs, and put out the fire.

There was still a steady stream of people in the stadium, Jing Mu quickened his pace, and pulled "Xiao Ming" to start a [-]-meter sprint.

As long as you enter the infield, the number of people should be reduced by half.

The ticket gate is manually checked. Jing Mu took out the ticket from his pocket, glanced at the human behind him and said, "Take out the ticket."

Immediately, Jing Mu saw "Xiao Ming" take out a guest card from his bag.

???

All Shenxing's friends are so capricious?VIP pass?

"Let's go."

After successfully passing the ticket inspection, Jing Mu sighed all the way.

Sure enough, Shenxing said that his fans lied to him!

Otherwise, why treat friends and guests, but you have to squeeze in the auditorium with grievances?

After entering the stage area, Jingmu couldn't help sighing.

is really big.

Jing Mu raised his head and watched, the entire auditorium facing the stage.

Where is the guest area?

Surrounding the surroundings, Jing Mu discovered that the guest area was in the best position in mid-air.

It is still a leather seat, and a small balcony viewing area is divided separately.

Jing Mu's eyes were filled with envy, and then he looked at his ticket and sighed deeply.

Although it is not a guest seat, he still has a place.

Jing Mu looked back at "Xiao Ming" who was following behind him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Xiao Ming, you are a guest, and the seat is on the top."

After speaking, he pointed to the high place.

"Xiao Ming" looked very calm, Jing Mu watched the other party gently pull his hand, and then said: "Come with me."

Jing Mu was dragged by "Xiao Ming", and turned around in the aisle with people coming and going with difficulty.

Finally, I was pulled to the door of the VIP guest seat.

"Hello, show me your guest card."

Jing Mu laughed a few times and said, "Can one certificate allow two people to enter?"

Of course it's nonsense, Jing Mu is not stupid, it's just a little embarrassing and doesn't know how to answer.

The staff looked at it very puzzled, then shook their heads and wanted to refuse.

Jing Mu was about to turn his head to leave when he saw "Xiao Ming" beside him took the staff aside.

He couldn't hear what the two of them were chattering about.

Shengxing took out the guest card, glanced at Jingmu, and then said to the staff in very fluent Chinese: "This is the family."

The staff suddenly understood something, and began to nod wildly, "Ah, you are the god who greeted you yesterday..."

Shengxing shook his head, motioning for him to keep silent.

When Mr. "Xiao Ming" came back to Jingmu's side, he spoke poor R Chinese again.

Seeing the slack attitude of the staff, Jing Mu couldn't help asking: "Mr. Xiao Ming, what did you say to him?"

"No, just stated the facts."

Mr. "Xiao Ming" had a smile on his face, Jing Mu looked at him through the black frame, and suddenly felt that the other party was a little familiar, but he didn't know the whole picture and couldn't remember it.

The game officially begins.

In order to give the players enough time to adjust, the transition time of the game has always been very long. These times are almost all for the commentators to forcibly stabilize the field.

Jing Mu, who was sitting in the guest seat, was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.

In fact, he doesn't know much about the GUBG professional league, and many players can't even recognize their names.

Listening to the passionate commentary on the field, Jing Mu's heart remained calm.

Because the guest seats are all small private rooms, Jingmu is extremely embarrassed at this moment.

He squats at home all year round, and sometimes he really doesn't know how to socialize.

Familiar people are fine, but this is not familiar, and I don't know where to start.

The more you care, the more embarrassing it becomes.

Jing Mu turned his head, thinking that it would attract the attention of "Xiao Ming", but he saw him staring at the waiting players on the field with seriousness.

He had an idea, and asked curiously: "Mr. Xiao Ming, this game is difficult to play? I think you have been frowning all the time."

"En." "Xiao Ming" responded.

Jing Mu was stunned when he heard the deep and powerful reply, like the voice of the prevailing voice.

"Is it difficult to play exhibition games? I don't know much about professional leagues. Would you like to tell me?"

If you can't find a common topic, you must create a common topic.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for these two unfamiliar people to stare blankly.

"XR and TNA are perennial enemies..."

Sure enough, when talking about games, "Xiao Ming" kept talking non-stop, and Jing Mu was also fascinated by it.

Although he didn't understand, it didn't mean he wasn't interested.

Just as they were listening vigorously, the auditorium suddenly screamed, shouting the slogan: "SQ moves like a god, walk toward the light!"

Shocked by Jingmu, he immediately ran to the edge of the balcony, grabbed the handrail and looked down.

In the commentary booth, commentator A was very excited: "It seems that the fans are very enthusiastic, but it's a pity that although Shen Xing is at the scene, he can't appear on stage."

Commentator B asked: "Why can't you show up?"

Commentary A: "I heard that God Xingxing accompanied his family members to the scene."

The two of you said something to each other, making the atmosphere of the competition even hotter.

The audience began to observe their surroundings, trying to catch the traces of Shenxing.

Looking at it, everyone's eyes were locked on the guest seats in mid-air.

Jing Mu reacted, it didn't feel good to be focused on, and immediately wanted to take a step back.

But he was surrounded by the arms of the person behind him, tightly wrapped in his arms.

The distance between the two is so close that Jing Mu can clearly see the eyeballs of "Xiao Ming" through the frame of his glasses.

There was another wave of screaming around.

Jing Mu frowned, and pushed "Xiao Ming": "Why are there so many people screaming?"

"Xiao Ming" said with a slight smile in his tone: "Maybe there are star players appearing?"

Jing Mu nodded, didn't pay much attention, and automatically ignored the eyes of the audience looking at him.

The competition schedule is coming to an end, and Jingmu is excited.

But there is one thing that I can't figure out. This "Xiao Ming" is really familiar. Even though he is wearing a mask, he seems to have seen it somewhere before.

out of the arena.

Jing Mu found a place to eat lunch first.

Looking at the time, it was still early for the appointment to go to the club.

He looked at "Xiao Ming" behind him, and suggested, "Let's go to the infield to play games together? It seems to be too early to visit the club."

"it is good."

Game, shoot balloons.

It is an ordinary toy gun, shoot and break through the balloon on the target, and you can get the doll marked on the balloon.

Jing Mu has been watching around for a long time, but he has not seen anyone who can successfully take the doll away.

This stuff is hard?Jing Mu couldn't help being puzzled.

Isn't this the same as the gun in the game?Just aim and fire, right?

The confident Jing Mu pointed the gun at the doll in front of him.

Jing Mu first scanned the balloons on the shelf, all of which had the names of the contestants written on them, and they were all contestants he didn't know.

Only the words "Shenxing" attracted Jingmu's attention.

Jing Mu raised the muzzle of the gun and locked the target in its very center.

The bullet came out of the chamber, but it disappeared.

Jing Mu looked around, where are the bullets? ? ?

He didn't believe in evil, and continued to shoot the second shot, missing the eight balloons on the target.

The third shot, the fourth shot... The balloon on the shelf remained motionless, as steady as an old dog, as if everything just now had never happened.

Jing Mu couldn't help but put the gun on the table, "Boss, can you really hit with this gun? Isn't the range not enough?"

The boss was surprised: "Don't talk nonsense, my shop is innocent, and you still want to hit it last?"

Jing Mu originally wanted to stop fighting in anger, but it cost him 20 yuan in exchange for it.

With the last shot left, Jing Mu's palms and backs were sweaty, and his nerves tensed up.

This cost him 20 yuan. If you can't take a single thing with you, what kind of fart is that?

Jing Mu's hand holding the gun was slightly sore, and he felt extremely hopeless.

"Xiao Ming" walked behind him at some point, opened his arms and held his hand, Jing Mu's whole body seemed to be held in his arms.

Jing Mu's hand was covered by him, and he forcibly corrected the position, and finally whispered: "It's ready now."

The bullet flew out, and the Shenxing doll on the shelf fell to the ground.

Surprised and delighted, Jing Mu turned back to "Xiao Ming" and said something in plastic Japanese: "Si Guoyi! (That's amazing)"

It is neither standard, but also full of secondary feelings, and it sounds like a lot of dramas.

The doll is about the size of Jing Mu's palm and a half, and it feels very good to the touch. Jing Mu sighed and reached out to pat the back of the doll's neck.

"It's a really annoying little fairy."

The back of a certain real person who was standing beside him couldn't help but feel a chill.

Jing Mu held the doll in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

He looked at the doll carefully, and finally raised his eyes to look at "Xiao Ming", his face paled in shock.

Quickly turning on the phone, Jing Mu casually searched for a photo of Shenxing.

This is too similar, right?

This supernatural behavior is exactly the same as the Mr. "Xiao Ming" wearing a mask in front of him, isn't he?

No wonder I always thought this person wearing a mask looked familiar?

"Mr. Xiao Ming, are you a god?"

As soon as the words were spoken, all the people around who were queuing up to play the shooting game turned their heads, and a bunch of people looked at each other in blank dismay.

"God's work? Is this a god's work?"

Shengxing reacted quickly, and rushed out of the encirclement while pulling Jingmu, and didn't stop until he had rushed out of the stadium.

Jing Mu held the doll in his hand and waved it: "It's a miracle, right?"

Shengxing squinted and smiled, but didn't answer directly: "Go to the club first?"

SQ Club.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the club.

The sun was still hot, but not as hot as it had been in the afternoon.

Jing Mu followed God briskly into the gate.

It is indeed a club that has won several championships in a row, and it is extremely luxurious.

The guard room is equipped with two uncles to watch the door.

The building is more thoughtful than the community, and the color is dark gray, which is extremely high-end.

The SQ logo is still hanging on the wall facing the road, which is very conspicuous.

Jingmu scanned the area, and said that it was half of the community.

"Are all clubs this big?" Jing Mu sighed.

"No, it's only our age."

Jing Mu suddenly remembered the 818 he saw on Weibo before, saying that the club was invested and established by Shenxing.

"Because you invested?"

"Ah."

Shenxing replied, Jingmu suddenly remembered something serious.

"Let me ask you, do you have a friend named Shengxing? Is your ID based on his name?"

"Also, the most important point, are you and Shengxing the same person?"

He wanted to prove it for a long time, and now he finally had the opportunity to confront him face to face, so Jingmu would not let it go.

Shenxing froze for a moment, then said: "It's not alone."

After finishing speaking, Shenxing stepped into the elevator first, followed by Jingmu.

The elevator goes straight up to the top floor, Jingmu walks out of the elevator and walks through the corridor, which is the public rest area.

Standing in the public rest area and looking up, there is a row of stairs to the next level, which is a small duplex loft.

Shouting and shouting could be heard clearly in the front rooms of the attic.

Shenxing stood where he was, without saying a word, and pulled Jingmu to sit on the sofa.

In the next second, he was surrounded by people who ran downstairs, and the noise was extremely loud.

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

The voice is sparse, and there is no soul at all.

The old cat was the first to introduce people one by one.

"Sister-in-law, my name is Lao Mao, this short guy is drinking, next to the dean and Feng Nan."

"Sister-in-law, why did you cut your hair short? It's the same as our men's hair."

Jing Mu raised his eyes and watched the other party sizing him up. It seemed that he had reacted?

"Sister-in-law, why are your breasts so flat?" The old cat said surprisingly.

Jing Mu laughed twice, his thoughts were a little confused, and he raised his hand in embarrassment to say hello: "Well, I'm Jing Mu, and I'm a man."

"Sister-in-law, don't be joking, how can you be a man?" the old cat said.

The corner of Jing Mu's mouth twitched. Although he was wearing a small skirt, he was really a man, right?

"I'm not your sister-in-law, but a real man, why don't we go to the toilet to discuss this issue?" Jing Mu had no choice.

Shenxing said coldly: "No."

Shenxing lowered his voice and said, "I'll just talk to them."

Everyone in SQ didn't know where they were dragged to a meeting by Shenxing.

Jing Mu sat on the sofa really bored, and finally nestled on the sofa and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Jing Mu saw a group of people sitting around him.

Shenxing looked like he had just taken a shower, wearing loose casual clothes and slippers, with a meticulous gaze.

But the temperament is different, the only constant is the mask.

"You wear a mask even when you sleep?" Jing Mu couldn't help asking.

"Don't you know if you sleep with me at night?" Shen Xing said.

"No."

The sky outside the window was already dark, Jing Mu quickly turned on his phone, and looked at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

He slept a little longer this time.

"I should go." Jing Mu stood up unhurriedly, trying to get the bag on the sofa but found that it had disappeared long ago.

"A day trip to the club, how can you go in less than a day?"

Shenxing held Jingmu's bag, smiling from the corner of his eyes.

"Yeah, stay tonight, brother Jing, aren't you curious about whether the captain wears a mask when sleeping? Don't you know if you share the same bed?" Xiaozhuo said.

Jing Mu was taken aback, this condition was indeed attractive enough.

After all, it has been such a long time, and no one in the e-sports circle has seen Shenxing's true appearance.

"Okay, the premise is that Shenxing let me see what he looks like?"

"If you have the ability, come and see it?" Shen Xing said.

"The takeaway is here, let's play a game together?"

The bathroom is filled with mist and the fragrance of shower gel.

There was a lot of noise outside, Jing Mu wiped off the water droplets on his body, raised his hand to take the clothes, and finally froze in place, dumbfounded.

Since the change of clothes was put in the hotel suitcase, Jing Mu had no choice but to borrow it from Shenxing.

However, Jingmu didn't expect it to be so much bigger?

The waist of the underwear is much wider than his, and the size in a certain place is even more insignificant. For the first time, Jing Mutou felt that his dignity as a man was severely trampled on.

It's better not to wear than to wear it off.

Jing Mu picked up the elastic sports pants and white T-shirt, and put them on.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw several people sitting on the carpet around the coffee table.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the neckline, his collarbone leaked, and wanted to bend over to sit down. The neckline was too big to see the two spots of red on his chest.

The old cat had a drink and the four of them immediately turned their heads, with a look of seeing no evil.

"The clothes are too big?" Shenxing asked.

Jing Mu tugged at the hem of the white T-shirt, and asked Shenxing knowingly, "What do you think? The pants are falling down."

Shenxing stood up suddenly, walked in front of Jingmu with big strides, and lifted up the white T-shirt: "Let me see how big it is? The elastic band can be adjusted."

Jing Mu was about to take a step back and distance himself, but Shenxing's hand had already touched the elastic of the sports pants.

The man's fingers were slightly rough, sandwiched between the elastic band and Jingmu's skin, occasionally slipping through it would still feel itchy.

Jing Mu took Shenxing's hand with both hands, eagerly wanting him to exit the area that should not be violated: "Have you adjusted it?"

While pushing and shoving, the tranquility of the pool water at the bottom of Shenxing's eyes was broken by stones, he did not withdraw his hand, but stretched his hand from the side waist to Jingmu's back waist.

Jing Mu was taken aback by the sudden touch, his steady breathing was disturbed, and he raised his eyes to look at Shen Xing in astonishment.

Shenxing's expression has changed from surprise to playful, even a little excited.

Jing Mu felt that Shenxing was getting closer to him, and whispered, "Why don't you wear underwear?"

Being approached suddenly, Jing Mu was not used to it, he pushed his magic, and still had the look of knowingly asking, but he didn't have much confidence.

"You ask me, why don't you ask yourself why you grow up so big?"

After finishing speaking, Shenxing laughed wildly.

Jing Mu clenched his fist a little bit.

Laugh, laugh, he will take off the mask when he falls asleep at night.

After knowing Lushan's true face, let's see if he can still laugh.

Night falls.

Jing Mu lay on the big bed, not feeling sleepy at all.

Rather than saying that there is no sleepiness, it would be more accurate to use excitement.

He was very eager to know what it looked like under Shenxing's mask?

Is it an ugly man?Still handsome?

After Shenxing sent him to the room, he said he was going to the bathroom, but he didn't come back for most of the day.

Jing Mu turned over, trying to reach for his mobile phone.

But he found that there was a mobile phone of the same style as his own on the bedside table, but it was black.

Shenxing also used this phone?

Jing Mu picked up his mobile phone unhurriedly, and Feng Xing said that he hadn't looked for him during the day.

Give up on the first day of the trial period?so weak?

Thinking about it, Jing Mu lightly tapped the back of the phone with his hand.

The prevalent mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated, Jing Mu only thought that the other party had sent a message, and didn't care.

After waiting for a while, Jing Mu didn't wait for Sheng Sheng's response.

Changed hands and wrote a few words.

【You go to bed yet? 】

In the next second, the same words appeared on Shenxing's mobile phone beside the bed, and even the handwriting was the same as what Jing Mu had written just now.

Jing Mu frowned, picked up Shenxing's mobile phone, and tapped the back twice with his hand.

Ten seconds later, Jing Mu's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

No way?No way?This kind of thing won't happen these days, right?

Jing Mu wrote [Good night. 】

Then, a message appeared on the back screen of his phone.

Damn...won't it be what he thought?

Jing Mu quickly opened WeChat and sent several WeChat messages to Shengxing.

Sure enough, several messages from WeChat also appeared on the lock screen of Shenxing mobile phone.

Jing Mu held a couple's mobile phone in black and white, and raised his hand to wipe his forehead.

Is he dreaming, or has he seen a ghost?

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