Boys can't shed tears easily

After waiting for Jze's news for a long time, Mu Bai turned on the local video and clicked on the recording and broadcasting of the latest match.

The sound of exciting music before the game came out of the newly purchased cheap headphones.

Because it was only the regular season and it was still outside the competition area, the voice of the commentary was very relaxed, and all kinds of interesting stalks were thrown out one after another.

"I still remember the first game Fade played in the competition area. I commented." The commentator said with a smile, "He was also unlucky. He encountered equipment maintenance in the first game, and then waited for an hour and a half."

"One and a half hours?" Another female commentator was surprised.

"Yeah, and the players are forbidden to talk during the timeout, and then I saw Fade has been distracted, or very serious."

"It was only after the interview that I found out that he was planning a report letter!"

The commentator's tone was exaggerated, "When the first game was suspended, he still wanted to report it, and he actually sent it after the game. The report letter of more than 1000 words is more complete than the official announcement."

Female commentator: "I heard that Fade was originally a freshman in a prestigious university, so he still has to suspend his studies to participate in the LPL."

"The finance department is the world's number one. After graduating from this kind of school, you may not earn less than professional players, let alone the room for improvement in the future. I don't know why Fade chose this line, and it hurts his body..." the commentator said Halfway through, he suddenly stopped talking.

He is an old commentator, and he was resentful for not being able to win the LPL commentary opportunity, so he couldn't help but say a few more words in a moment of quick talk.

"Of course it's because of love. Everyone loves this game, right?" Seeing this, the female commentator cooperatively changed the topic and continued to devote herself to the game.

Mu Bai paused for a moment, turned down the voice of the commentary, and continued to walk forward.

At the moment when the earphone sound was weak, another footstep seemed to sound behind him.

Close at hand.

Mu Bai turned his head abruptly, and the dim light flashed, exposing the dark figure completely.

It was a young man in his twenties, wearing a sweater and a hood. Most of his face was hidden under the hat, and only the green hair protruding from the brim of the hat could be vaguely seen.

The news of the robbers near the rental house kept flashing in his mind, Mu Bai held his breath, and carefully observed the man's right hand hiding in the dark.

Seeing the young man who shivered instantly in front of his eyes, a sneer flashed across the corner of the male green hair's mouth.

He's been eyeing this guy for a long time.

I come back at one or two o'clock in the morning every day, and occasionally a big man will accompany me.

But it was more of a person, his body looked weak, and his arms were so thin that he couldn't even grab a chicken.

When he saw the fair face clearly under the light, the green hair became more certain.

This kind of soft bun who is bullied by others will definitely earn a lot of money.

Lu Mao clenched the wooden stick in his hand, and was about to hit it, when the boy suddenly moved.

Then he slammed his fist hard on his chin, hitting the small and pitiful Adam's apple directly.

Green hair:?

Mu Bai frowned in pain from the impact from his phalanx. He switched to his mobile phone as a weapon, and when he was about to pursue the victory, Ji Qing and other roommates rushed over from not far away.

Originally, Mu Bai refused their help, but Ji Qing was worried and hurried over.

Unexpectedly, something happened!

"No, didn't you get hurt?" Ji Qing staggered and shouted, and saw Lu Mao's frightened expression, one hand covering his Adam's apple, his face was blue and purple.

"It's okay." Mu Bai turned his head and squeezed his wrist.

In the past, e-sports were played by gangsters. In the Internet cafe competition, a group of young people grew wildly. They won the ridicule and lost the fight.

Mu Bai was fine before, but now that he has changed his body, he can only use this kind of cleverness to preemptively strike.

Lu Mao was pressed to the ground by a group of big men, and the situation was extremely tragic. All he could see was his hand struggling outside.

After subduing Lumao, Ji Qing called the police, only to find that Lumao's throat was gradually covered with heavy bruises, and he looked at Mu Bai with lingering fear.

The Adam's apple is a very critical position.

If the cartilage is broken more severely, it may cause tracheal blockage and suffocation.

The boy was still wearing that inexplicable hat with cat ears on his head, and he stood there obediently, his eye sockets were slightly red from the pain, and his eyes were moist with warmth.

The phrase "hands down lightly" rolled in Ji Qing's throat, and he finally swallowed it down.

In the evening, I went to take notes overnight, Mu Bai was half asleep and half awake, and struggled with professionalism to hang up the leave slip.

The next day.

It was rare for Mu Bai to indulge himself once, sleeping until the sun was up.

The weather in Haicheng always seems to be very good recently. Looking up is a clean blue sky, dotted with cotton candy-like clouds. Just looking at it from a distance is refreshing.

It was the first time he took the subway during the off-peak period, and the usually crowded Line [-] suddenly relaxed, and occasionally there were grandparents wearing Tai Chi suits getting on the train, asking Mu Bai which school he went to in a friendly tone.

Mu Bai, who failed to finish high school properly in both lifetimes, got a diploma: ...

As his rank increased and he became more famous, the gifts Mu Bai received gradually stabilized.

Today is even more than yesterday, nearly five hundred.

Mu Bai roughly calculated that if the income can be maintained until the end of the month, he may get nearly 7000 yuan this month!

Although Haicheng has a busy pace of life and prices are not low, Mu Bai is already very satisfied.

Even if he played in a team in his previous life, he couldn't stabilize this number.

Now it's the end of the month, and after a few days the company's settlement is completed, he will get his first salary in his new life.

Mu Bai is full of expectations for this.

As soon as he stepped out of the carriage and was about to transfer stations, the phone rang.

There are too few contacts recorded on the phone, Mu Bai just turned on the screen, and saw a familiar note.

【Angkor】.

The young man lowered his eyes and slowly connected the phone, but he only put it next to his ear without making a sound.

Angkor's strange voice came, with a cold tone that he had never seen before: "Mu Bai, are you purely looking for trouble for me?"

Angkor was in an extremely irritable mood at this time, and he didn't even have a good tone when he spoke.

He answered the phone inexplicably this morning, and after he pressed it hard with the anger of getting up, he realized that the dialed number was inexplicably familiar.

It seems to be... the police station?

police station! !

Angkor was so frightened that he quickly called back, only to hear the official voice of the policewoman inside.

"Are you Wu Qun from Hongtu Entertainment? We received a notice saying that you violated the contract and evicted someone from the staff dormitory, which almost triggered a criminal case. The victim involved was still a minor."

The female policeman paused, and her tone became more serious: "I hope this matter can be resolved as soon as possible and the contract will be fulfilled."

After hanging up the phone, Angkor was delirious.

How did it get involved in a criminal case?Why is it that the police know about driving away individuals?

And minors.

Which underage?

After staying for a second, Angkor finally found a forgotten little anchor from the corner of his brain.

His anger was overwhelmed in an instant, he immediately took out his phone, pulled out the contact information from the blacklist, and made a call.

Mu Bai frowned: "I don't understand."

Angkor leaned close to the receiver, and said coldly: "Are you still pretending? You told the police that we kicked you out of the apartment. It's really scheming, and I even arranged for someone to rob you to perform this play."

When the subway arrived at the station, Mu Bai found a seat and sat down: "No. Besides, you were the one who blacklisted me first, I think I haven't seen you for almost a month."

The boy said that, but there was no apology in his tone, and he even lacked the usual courtesy to his superiors.

Angkor squeezed the phone tightly.

He really didn't know how that Mu Bai, who was at the mercy of others, became what he is today.

It seems that overnight, the core was suddenly changed.

"Very good, very good." A sneer appeared on Angkor's lips, and a few blunt characters resounded: "You wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he beeped and hung up the phone again.

Mu Bai is no stranger to Angkor's temper, he puts away his phone, closes his eyes and sleeps quietly.

The subway will arrive soon.

Mu Bai skillfully took the elevator upstairs, went to the computer area, and swiped his card at the self-service registration machine to get a number.

It is still the room he uses most often.

For high-frequency computer users, the machine they are used to is like the bed they are used to sleeping on, and the screen size and brightness are at the most accustomed scale.

Many people even choose one location in Internet cafes.

The card slid across the groove, but instead of making a familiar crisp sound, a striking red cross jumped out.

[System prompt]: Sorry, your personal information cannot be queried, please contact the logistics department at 1xxxx.

Mu Bai silently turned away and took back the card.

There is no need to try, he knows why.

His agent, Angkor.

This "waiting" came very quickly.

Yang Tian is right, for a little-known anchor, Angkor is enough to cover the sky with one hand.

Even if his data is removed, it is not a big deal.

No computer means no way to continue playing.

He wasn't even full, and he couldn't go to a regular Internet cafe to surf the Internet, not to mention that he didn't even have enough money to pay for the Internet.

Not being able to start the broadcast means that the popularity has diminished, and the borrowing of mobile phone data is not restricted, but his audience does not want to hear him sing Little Star.

What should he do?

Mu Bai's brain was in a mess, he walked to the bench on one side and sat down, looking out the window.

The sun hangs high in the sky, not far away, an aunt wearing a hat pushes a small cart out of the stall, and the steam is steaming in the pot, which makes people's index fingers twitch when viewed from a distance.

He stood up suddenly, walked downstairs, stopped his aunt with his hand, and ordered a pancake.

"Add secret roasted meat." Mu Bai said.

The aunt's tone was gentle: "I'm sorry, young man, the roast pork has been sold out, so you have to come earlier. Can auntie add some tenderloin for you? Eat more, and gain weight."

Mu Bai nodded and reached out to take it.

The crispy fruit and sauce are mixed together, and with just one bite, the rich texture and taste spread from the mouth, rushing to the tip of the tongue, and turning into a touch of boiling heat.

Just as delicious as I remembered.

Being steamed by the heat, the young man's cheeks and eye sockets were flushed faintly, like a pink and beautiful fruit, which looked good all of a sudden.

From a distance, Jize saw the boy standing on the side of the street.

Mu Baibai's figure was too obvious.

Wearing only the simplest white shirt, the slightly long hem covered half of the buttocks, and two white and slender legs protruded from the bottom of the shorts, which attracted the surrounding eyes brightly.

But he didn't seem to notice it, just lowered his head and bit the crust, and the light that jumped out of his eyes could make people feel the aroma of the food.

It is also suitable for eating and broadcasting.

At this time, his eye sockets were slightly red.

It seemed to cry again, and it seemed to have just cried.

Jize subconsciously touched his pocket, but it was empty.

He didn't bring paper.

Ruan Yi, who rarely participated in the running, started to pant after a few steps. When he noticed that Jize had stopped, he moved his eyes and noticed the figure.

Feeling familiar at the first sight, Ruan Yi quickly matched the image in his brain, and hurriedly said: "Look, it seems to be that little anchor!"

But Jize looked away as if he didn't hear it at all.

"Hey, don't rush away, I still want to see a few more times..." Ruan Yi could only catch up in a hurry, complaining in a low voice: "It's really boring, no wonder I haven't had a girlfriend for so many years."

Ji Ze didn't refute him.

Just lowered his head, took out his phone, and tapped the next line.

[Jze]: You didn't broadcast live today?

Mu Bai noticed the message on the phone, held the pancake in one hand, and made room to take out the phone.

He typed a reply.

[Mu Baibai]: It may not be broadcast, and there will be no duo today, so you play first. "

He was about to put away his phone when the other party's reply unexpectedly popped up.

【Jze】: Why not play.

【There is something temporarily...】

[The live broadcast is long enough, I want to take a break...]

Mu Bai sniffed, tapped repeatedly on the virtual keyboard with his fingertips, wrote and deleted the reply, and finally settled on a short one.

[Wood Baibai]: I seem to be unemployed.

After seeing the news clearly, Ji Ze raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes were dark, and he couldn't see any emotion.

He pressed the phone and knocked one tone at a time:

【why? 】