your glory my sniper

Ling Jibei's breathing was stagnant, and his finger was hanging on the answer button for a long time before he picked it up, taking advantage of the situation and turning off the mic of the live broadcast.

On the other end of the phone, Yu Jianglan's voice was calm, cold and magnetic, and asked him casually: "You confiscated the money transferred to you?"

The 1 yuan wechat transferred to Ling Jibei yesterday was returned to him after more than 24 hours.Listening to his tone at this time, Yu Jianglan was sure that he would not accept it, so he clicked the mouse twice and decisively swiped four meteor showers in his live broadcast room, worth [-] RMB.According to the exchange ratio of the live broadcast, it was just right in his hands.

Ling Jibei didn't look at the computer screen, he was in a slump, and he said "hmm" without confidence. He thought that the other party would be serious with him on this matter, but he didn't expect Yu Jianglan to talk to him slowly. :Have you got a meal yet?

"Hmm." Facing Yu Jianglan's question, Ling Jibei always wanted to agree subconsciously.

"What to eat?"

"..." Ling Jibei didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

There was an unquestionable toughness in Yu Jianglan's understated tone, "I haven't eaten it yet, eat it now."

"Are you caring about me?"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for two seconds, and instead of answering, he asked, "Because I made you unhappy?" He added, "Because of the porridge during the day," as if afraid of causing ambiguity.

Hearing Yu Jianglan change the subject so calmly, Ling Jibei bent his lips a little coldly, "No, why am I unhappy." He suddenly felt aggrieved, he didn't understand why Yu Jianglan always behaved like this, A person pulls in one point and then pushes out a thousand miles.

It's so fucking annoying!

Will you die if you say a word?

Don't mind calling Nima!

Just because of that 1 yuan!

The backlog of emotions that had been pent up in his heart and had nowhere to vent burst out in an instant. He seemed to have taken a gunpowder, "What's wrong with the porridge, aren't you okay? Then why am I so unhappy? What is my sour feeling?"

He was emotional, and after saying these words in one breath, his eyes were red and swollen, and he really wanted to cry now.

Thinking about it later, he became angry not only because Yu Jianglan avoided the topic, but because of the initial conversation.

have you eaten?

ate.

What did you eat?

...

Ling Jibei hated this feeling so much, it was like a child's embarrassment when he told a lie and was exposed on the spot, and was looked down upon by an adult.

In the final analysis, he doesn't want to be treated as a child by Yu Jianglan, he obviously loves him and wants to get close to him and protect him.But in the end, he was the immature one who caused the trouble, and he was the one who was instructed by the education, and even the conversation and questions were suppressed by the other party, so he was beaten to death by Yu Jianglan invisibly.

He clearly wanted to do the one above.

Yu Jianglan listened to the venting on the phone quietly, moved the phone a little far away, not knowing where it touched him, and asked rationally in a soft voice: "What are you angry about?"

Ling Jibei seemed to be in trouble. For some reason, he felt that the other party was laughing at him coldly through the phone, and his grievances aggravated. Du Nan educated, you taught Shen Maojie to keep Shen Maojie, you taught him to move a computer to the hospital, you taught him to cook for the first time, and you used half your life to teach him!"

Ling Ji Bei became more and more excited as he spoke, "I made you like that. I want to take care of you. What's wrong? You scolded me for missing the training match, and they scolded me when I went back to the club. I..."

He even laughed while talking, and said angrily: "I, Ling Jibei, am worthless and deserve to be scolded and educated, that's fine."

Yu Jianglan's heart trembled suddenly, he heard the end of the other party's swaying and inflected words, and knew that he was probably crying.

child.

He thought to himself, smiled brilliantly, and teased gently, "He's such a big man, yet he has such a glassy heart."

Ling Jibei sniffled, let out a suppressed breath, and said slowly: "I'm just so angry, I take every word of yours to heart, why can't I do a single thing well..."

Yu Jianglan was stunned for a while: "We've only known each other for a few days?"

"Does this kind of thing have anything to do with time?" Ling Jibei asked seriously.

"What kind of thing?"

"I like you."

Even if he had guessed it before, Yu Jianglan never thought that he would be so direct, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, so he laughed softly and fell silent.

This chuckle could have too many meanings, Ling Jibei didn't want to think about it, so he asked directly, "You hate me?"

"No."

"then you…"

"Not hating doesn't mean liking, and liking doesn't mean I can accept homosexuality."

Understood.

Ling Jibei's eyebrows were slightly folded, and tears were shed, but he raised his hand and wiped them vigorously.

"Haha Yu Jianglan, are you sick? Who the hell wants to be gay with you, likes you because he wants to make friends with you, what are you thinking!"

Before I knew it, the game I played just now was over.Ling Jibei hung up several times in the middle, not only lost the game but also deducted his reputation points, he couldn't continue the peak match, and the live page just stayed in the lobby.

Some moral bitches began to scold, saying that this anchor does not respect the game or his teammates when he hangs up the game, does not respect the fans if he does not turn on the mic during the live broadcast, and other anchors use the trumpet to complain, saying that he tricks fans into paying gifts by playing tricks .

Yu Jianglan's eyes fell on the computer screen, looking at the bullet screen in his live broadcast room, "I'm going to get an injection, I'm going to die, you should eat quickly. Oh, by the way, turn on the camera."

Ling Jibei: You are watching my live broadcast! ! !

Inexplicably, he ignited a little hope again, and leaned forward quickly, holding the mouse and stupidly scrolling through the tens of thousands of bullet screens in the live broadcast room, doing useless work, "Have you spoken, which one is you?" ,which one is you?"

Yu Jianglan: I am your weekly list number one.