I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh..."

It was dark night outside, but the room with the curtains drawn was brightly lit. A black instrument was placed on an elevated table, with a radio on one side, and Wen Yu sat in front of the dark red log table with a serious look.

With earphones stuffed into her small pink/tender ears, she concentrated on scratching the left radio receiver with a wooden stick with a fur ball at the end.

The barrage in the live broadcast room at this time was displayed on the computer screen on the right. Wen Yu squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while. Most of the "good night bye" were mixed with a few who coquettishly asked her to read a bedtime story.

She shook her head, said nothing, raised her free hand, waved it, and then typed on the keyboard with one hand: telling stories on weekends, cleaning her ears on weekdays.

Unlike other anchors, Wen Yu doesn't know how to play games or even chat with Mai to sing. Her live broadcasts usually do hypnosis to A·S·M·R, specifically referring to making some specific sounds to calm down The behavior of mood deepening sleep awareness is roughly equivalent to white noise.

【Ahhhhhh, the background noise is against the sky!The keyboard sound is also great!Type a few more words, Ruan Ruan. 】

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[The aunts upstairs are too good at acting like a baby, Ruan Ruan has been working overtime for a long time, why don't you let your children sleep if you can't sleep. 】

Ruan Ruan is the baby name that Wen Yu's mother used to call when she was a child. When she registered this account, she directly used it as the anchor ID, which is convenient and easy to remember.

Wen Yu didn't hide it anymore, and yawned with her mouth half covered, her eyelashes were soaked with physical tears. She was actually sleepy for a long time, but every time she wanted to talk about the next broadcast, she saw a few familiar faces in the barrage. ID's pitiful message, so I'm not willing to leave.

In the camera, the light-colored lips are wide open into an "O" shape. Wen Yu always only shows half of her face in live broadcasts. She doesn't follow the route of relying on her face for food. Half of her face and one hand are enough.

[Qiu: Still not sleeping? 】

【Wow, this is the first time I see Boss Qiu alive! 】

[This lady-level colorful dialog box effect is not her, who else can have it. 】

Qiu is a new audience who just came to Wen Yu's live broadcast room in the past few weeks, but in just a few days, his sense of presence has almost surpassed that of Wen Yu himself.

As soon as they come, they smash props, as long as they stay in Wen Yu's live broadcast room and wait for the broadcast to start, they can watch all the props and special effects of the OM platform in one night.

As for the bosses of other big anchors, there is no lack of her heroism, but Qiu is different. never.

...like an emotionless gift machine.

If she hadn't been able to utter a few words occasionally, everyone would have thought that Wen Yu had a backstage on the OM live broadcast platform and specially hired a robot to throw props on the stage for her.

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing when someone finally complained about Qiu's colorful dialog box effects, but she didn't forget that she was still live broadcasting, she just hummed a little, but that bit of snort was sprayed on the radio, and there were a bunch of people in front of the screen. The brain connected to the earphones was dizzy for several seconds.

There is a message on the phone, this point...

After peeling off, the super sweet elder sister: Are you asleep?

Wen Yu held his breath and didn't reply. Three minutes later, another message came from the other end.

After peeling off, the super sweet elder sister: It’s best to sleep, don’t forget to bring medicine to school during the day.

"call……"

Attention returned to the barrage.

[The voice of chuckling is too foul!Ahhhhh!who recorded it!Do you have!I paid twenty to buy the recording of that second just now! 】

[I'm fifty! 】

Wen Yu typed quickly: The screen recording team will release the full version later, what's the fuss.

【Autumn:? 】

It was only then that Wen Yu remembered that he skipped this one and replied to other barrages, and quickly typed: I'm going to sleep now, why aren't you going to sleep?

In fact, she herself had very little communication with Qiu, and she didn't even know the other's age, so she always used the honorific title.

[Qiu: It's too late. 】

She was depriving them of their benefits in front of the [-] insomniacs online, but no one dared to say anything, just saying that Qiu alone gave Wen Yu several times more props than the sum of all of them. .

Only then did Wen Yu pay attention to the time. It had already been an hour longer than her usual downloading time. She hurriedly sorted it out and typed: I downloaded it first today. If you are not sleepy, you can search the recording group to listen to previous recordings. Bye-Bye.

【Goodbye, Ruanruan. 】

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[Online group of insomniac sisters to record screen group 1/10]

[2/10]

……

Wen Yu held back his drowsiness and took a simple wash, dragged his heavy body onto the bed, and not long after he closed his eyes, the phone rang.

It was she who set the special reminder for Qiu.

Qiu: Who is the screen recording team?

Ruan Ruan: You still can't sleep?

Qiu: Sorry, are you sleepy, good night

Wen Yu also had severe insomnia before, and he especially understood the pain of tossing and turning in the dead of night, when everyone was immersed in sweet dreams, but he was the only one tossing and turning.

She stood up, but her eyes were narrowed because of sleepiness, and she typed a few words with inflexible fingers but always made mistakes. When she got angry, she simply pressed the voice button.

"You open the profile of my personal homepage, which contains the ID number of the screen recording group, and then you can copy it and enter it in the search box..." Qiu Neng asked the question of who the screen recording group is, Wen Yu subconsciously I already regarded her as an older generation who didn't keep up with the times, so I added a thoughtful sentence, "Do you know where the search box is? It's on the top right of the homepage."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yu stared at Qiu's profile picture for a while. Although most of her fans were young girls, who would use such an ancient landscape picture as his profile picture now?

Thinking about it, she changed Qiu's note to "Aunt Qiu" with peace of mind.

But the "Aunt Qiu" on the other end was confused because of her voice.

Wen Yu's voice was originally warm and soft, but now because of sleepiness, her voice became a little hoarse. She pointed at the voice for more than ten seconds, once, twice...three times, and after a long time, she Responding to his strange and strange behavior.

He simply and neatly stopped the action of searching the screen recording group on the computer, saving the voice, importing the software, and looping the single.

After the heart beats fast, the tiredness of the brain comes much faster than usual.

Auntie Qiu, a person with severe insomnia, rarely closes her eyes before one o'clock in the morning.

The next morning, no surprises, Wen Yu woke up late, mainly because she didn't remember to lock the screen after changing the notes to Qiu last night, the screen was on all night, and it was turned off without power, and the alarm clock never rang.

I hurriedly put on my clothes and ran out the door, only to realize that I am a person who is late and it doesn't matter.

The morning wind in October was still quite strong, so Wen Yu bought a few buns from the bun shop in front of the school in time to wrap them in his arms.

It's a pity that he lived up to expectations and was stopped by the guard standing beside him before he stepped one meter into the school gate.

"Sister Wen, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stand in front of you!" The boy's voice was crying, and it sounded higher than the girl's. He was obviously really frightened. He lowered his head and put the booklet in his hand to Wen Yu handed it in the direction of Yu, "But I have to write down your name if you are late, this is the rule of the student union, please don't beat me up."

Wen Yu had disheveled black hair on his head, a large sweater over his school uniform shirt, and a lot of hats and masks. At this moment, only a pair of eyes with folded eyelids due to sleepiness and a pair of eyes that were reddened by the wind were exposed. nose.

She was quite surprised, why she could be recognized even if she was wrapped like this, and she planned to repeat the trick and report Fang Yang's name to get away with it.

"I didn't bring my school badge."

Wen Yu's face is commonly known as a cat face, her eyelids are usually lazy and half drooping, and she rarely looks at anyone directly. If she deliberately keeps her face straight, the cat face paired with indifferent eyes will look world-weary Very cynical.

She has figured out the technique now, as long as she doesn't smile, keeps this world-weary face that no strangers should enter, and then stares at someone whose legs are weak, this trick is only used by the school group who only know how to talk and talk. It is especially good for women.

Now it seems that the effect on the boy in front of him is even more significant.

"No, it doesn't matter, I know how to write the name of the senior sister."

"..." Then why didn't you just write it down and stop me?

Wen Yu frowned, couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned violently.

"I'm sorry! Sister! Don't hit me! I was wrong!"

When the boy saw her raising her hand, he thought she was going to beat him up, and he was scared out of his wits, screaming like ghosts and wolves.

Wen Yu narrowed her eyes in confusion, and a black question mark emoji automatically appeared in her mind. She knew that she had a bad reputation in school, but it wasn't to this extent... right?

"You're too timid." Wen Yu's tone was not very good.

"Sister... Senior." Seeing that she raised her head tremblingly without making a sound, the boy immediately lowered his head again when he saw her eyes narrowed and her body full of cold murderous aura.

"Tsk." Wen Yu became impatient. In fact, she didn't care whether her name was recorded or not. The main thing was that it was the old witch's turn to lead the self-study this morning, and she had to stand for being late.

She also wanted to catch up on sleeping on the table. Last night, the live broadcast lasted for over an hour, and she was so sleepy that she couldn't stand up straight.

"I'll come, you go over there." A cold voice came in and took the register from the boy's hand.

"Okay! Sister Song!" The boy ran away with relief.

Wen Yu's eyes fell on the hand of the man in front of him who was holding the booklet. His slender fingers were vaguely holding the black pen. His fingertips were round and his nails were neatly manicured. Wen Yu had seen the leather watch on his thin wrist before. He could buy a small one. The price of the car.

At first glance, he looks like the kind of control freak who has a good study and a good family background and is extremely self-disciplined.

"Raise your head." Song Qiulin spoke again, his tone was a bit colder than before, with a hint of majesty.

The girl cooperated and looked up at her impatiently. Her fluffy curly hair exudes a warm color under the sun. The soft hair looks good to the touch. She pulls the collar of the school uniform to the top to cover her chin. She wears a mask In the next area, there is only a pair of eyes that are wet from the yawn that has just been left.

"name."

Hearing her meticulous and cold voice, Wen Yu's ears twitched, feeling a little itchy in her heart, and soon she was attracted by the meat buns in her arms again, feeling their gradually cooling temperature sadly, and said her name quickly.

"Wen Yu."

"Which yu is yu?"

"Huo Rili." Wen Yu curled his lips, "Can you hurry up, my classmates, I am still in a hurry to study, and you have already delayed a lot of time."

Holding the pen tightly with her beautiful fingers, she finished writing Wen Yu's name in a few seconds. The font is smooth and elegant, which is different from the gracefulness of ordinary girls.

"Being late for 10 minutes, not wearing a school badge, three points will be deducted from the rules." She wrote three after Wen Yu's name, ticked the column of being late and the school badge, and then looked up at Wen Yu, "No If there is any problem, you can go."

Wen Yu stared at her in a daze for a few seconds, her starry eyes were shining, the narrow and long eyes added a bit of coldness, her skin was porcelain white, her slender neck was under her slightly raised chin, and the collar of her school uniform was neatly turned out, meticulously to the point of abstinence.

Who is this... pretty good-looking?

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