Baiyueguang professional account

This round was the most quality round since An Mo played the game today.

The IQ of the teammates is online throughout the whole process. Although the technology is not so brilliant, there is absolutely nothing worthy of criticism.Regardless of whether the team wins or loses, there will be no quarrels.

But in the end he still lost.

Not for anything else, but because the wild king on the opposite side hit five, and almost caught every one of them.

Anmo's Milady was caught and killed three times by Lanling's playlist, each time when everyone was in a group and Li Bai asked him to steal the tower, the Lanling King seemed to be able to hack into their team's voice, An Mo No matter which way you go, you can be caught by King Lanling.

After being killed for the third time, An Mo put down his phone, clenched his hands into fists in the air, and took a deep breath.

"I take back what I said before." He sneered: "He didn't seduce me, he was just a humble passer-by in my game career."

There was a lot of laughter in the barrage.

On the other side, Zier's slightly shrill voice was circling around Ling Han's ears like mosquitoes and flies in summer.

"Brother Han, how can you hit Xiaoyi!"

"What the hell are you doing chasing him if Xiaoyi doesn't even join the regiment!"

"It's too much, woo woo, I don't dare to watch Xiaoyi's live broadcast now, I'm ashamed!"

Ling Han was annoyed by the noise, so he took out a cigarette and was about to light it. Chu He immediately came to pull Zier away, and reminded him: "Brother Han, no smoking in the training room."

Ling Han paused, just as King Lanling was resurrected, he threw the cigarette on the table, and began to concentrate on playing games.

In the last game, Han Xin tried the full-economy one-on-five style of play, so he only paid money in the early stage, did not arrest people, and did not care about the situation of his teammates.Facts have proved that with his skills and Liushen outfit, and his economy is full, even if there are four teammates in front of him who have no output and only eat damage, they still have a chance to win.

What's more, during the actual competition, their players will not be cp, jealous and quarreling like the wild team...

Milady was resurrected one step ahead of him.

But it was useless, the teammate worked hard, and he didn't need him to rush over, blowing up the crystal on the opposite side.

Ling Han raised his eyebrows, looking forward to what Miledy on the other side would say a second before the hint of victory came out.

Like, what a coincidence?

Unfortunately, until the end, all the dialog boxes were quiet.

Don't recognize it?

His attention was only on a strange player for a few seconds, and when he was about to start another round, Zier, who was a few seats away, made a very sweet voice.

"Xiaoyi, are you ready to start cooking?"

He was sitting in front of the computer, wearing earphones, looking at the screen with a look of spring heart.

"Me? Oh, my work is over, I can speak."

Chuhe on the side had already shown a disgusted expression, and moved to the side with the stool in his arms, wishing to stick it into the arms of his teammates over there.

Ling Han raised his eyebrows, listening to Zier's lie, put down his phone, walked over and stood behind him.

I wanted to take off the other party's earphones and reprimand him for training, but stopped when I saw the flashing collarbone on the screen.

The person in the camera seems to be adjusting the angle, leaning down, a white casual shirt wraps the lean upper body, and the delicate and attractive collarbone flashes from time to time.

"Hey hey hey..."

Zill let out a laugh like an idiot.

Ling Han squinted his eyes, and his eyes flashed coldness. He unplugged the earphones calmly, and the extra loud volume resounded through the training room in an instant.

"Well, ready to start cooking."

"Don't eat the collarbone, calm down."

"What to eat?"

"Hmph, I just played the game for a while, and was caught and disabled by the opponent's jungler. To commemorate my first live broadcast of the game today, let's make a deep-fried wild king calmly."

……

The barrage was full of laughter, and the training room was as quiet as a chicken.

Zier held the earphone cable, heard the familiar voice through the earphones, and thought to himself.Turning his head stiffly like a marionette, Zier swallowed his saliva and let out a grunt when he met Ling Han's unfathomable eyes.

It seems to be greedy for the dish 'Fried Wild King'.

The remaining team members stood up in a timely manner, in twos and threes, and went out together.

"Hungry, eat something."

"I go with you!"

"Go to the bathroom."

"Together."

Zill: ...

A bunch of big traitors!

Er Er, the room manager who had been talking to him, suddenly went offline, and hurriedly didn't even say hello.Although An Mo was surprised, he didn't say anything.

Through the computer, he never inquired into other people's private affairs.However, he has heard about Er Er's three-dimensional life. It is said that it is a high-risk freelance job.What's more, there is no fixed off-duty time. Sometimes An Mo wakes up at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, peeping at the fan group, and seeing Er Er crying that she is still at work.

It's just too miserable, the boss has no humanity!

Everything was ready, An Mo put on his apron, took out the pork belly that he bought this morning, and prepared to make braised pork.

The scene of wearing an apron was frantically brushed against her husband by fans in the barrage.

——A man who can cook is handsome.

——I want to eat the wild king, ah no, I want to eat the anchor!

——Really, if you don’t look at the face, just look at the body and look at it for the rest of your life, I am willing!

Cutting fresh pork belly into small pieces, An Mo himself is not interested in food, but he suppressed the feeling of nausea and live broadcast for two years, and he has never lost his composure.

The desire to survive is very strong, and he clearly knows how harmful it is to the human body if he does not eat well, so in the face of mild anorexia, what he has to do is to consciously resist all psychological rejection.

At first, this feeling was very painful. An Mo once thought that he couldn't hold on, and sometimes when he was cooking, he couldn't help but get red when he thought that he would eat the food bite by bite in front of the camera. Eye sockets, want to cry helplessly.

After the oil was hot, An Mo put the pork belly into the wok. The sound of frying overwhelmed the melodious background music, as if it exploded in the minds of the audience, very refreshing.

"My method is very simple." An Mo said softly, "It's a very common home-cooked method. It's not as good as that made by restaurants, and it may be a little different from the methods in various regions of China."

An Mo would say this every time he cooked a dish that he hadn't cooked before. After all, China is so big and the scenery and customs are different.

The pork belly was fried, An Mo frowned lightly, took out the meat, and began to prepare the seasoning for the braised pork.

The operation is proficient and brief, and the method is explained in soft words during the process. Occasionally look at the questions on the barrage, and answer those that can be answered, and skip those that do not want to answer.

This kind of life has lasted for two years. From the jerky live broadcast to the present, An Mo never felt bored, but looked forward to a new day.

An Mo was closing the pot when the doorbell rang.

The braised pork needs to be stewed for a while. An Mo adjusted the camera to the lid of the pot, turned off the radio, turned up the background music, and then opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a tall figure zoomed in from before his eyes, barely speaking, pressing straight towards him.

Before An Mo could react, he was pulled into his arms by the man. The big hands around his waist were as hot and powerful as a branding iron. There was no gap between the two of them, but the other party deliberately stuffed him into his arms.

The nose hit the man's strong chest, and An Mo subconsciously reached out and pushed him away.

"Tang Yang, let me go."

The tall man was naturally Tang Yang who came back from the competition, and he stared at An Mo with interest with his head down.His appearance is that kind of flamboyant and handsome, with a high nose bridge and thin lips, which is a typical face of a male protagonist.Tall and strong, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, people can't help but laugh foolishly at a glance.

Holding An Mo without letting go, he smelled the faint smell of stewed meat in the air, and sighed, "How do you know I'm hungry?"

"Let go." An Mo frowned, not in the mood to answer him, "If you don't let go, I'll beat you."

"It's so cruel." Tang Yang squinted his eyes and smiled, leaned closer to An Mo on purpose, and said slowly in a low voice, "Beat me, hit me in the face."

An Mo: "..."

too cheap.

Is the hero such a cheap character?No!

[Didn't it mean that he lost the game this time?Was it stimulated? ]

[I don't know, but he is so annoying.Host, hit him! 】

"Quickly let go, the meat is stewed in the kitchen, and I'm still broadcasting live." An Mo frowned, "Besides, you smell like sweat, which is not good."

"Use your bathroom to take a shower."

"Go back and wash."

Tang Yang: "...we can never go back to the past."

After saying a joke, he let go, and An Mo immediately took two steps back, squinting at him and said, "In the past, there were only exams and homework."

Tang Yang shrugged helplessly, walked out, and said, "Come back later, bring me a meal."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door intimately for An Mo.

Two years ago, after knowing that he came to City A to be a full-time anchor, Tang Yang moved out of the club's dormitory in the name of taking care of him. He wanted to live with him in this two-bedroom apartment, but he was cold Tang Yang, who has always been kind to him, couldn't help turning cold when he refused, and even said cruel words.

At that time, An Mo was bored with the world because of anorexia. He even wanted to avoid his own family and live with a bamboo horse?I'm afraid I don't want to be bored to death.

But later Tang Yang insisted on moving here and rented the apartment upstairs from An Mo. To some extent, they were considered neighbors.

I went back and took a look at the pot, and then looked at the barrage.

——I heard Mo Yi talking to someone just now.

——Me too, there are faint voices of other wild men.

--No!Living together!

Surprised by the imagination of this group of fans, An Mo turned on the radio, turned down the background music, and said, "It's not cohabitation, it's...friends, let's have dinner later."

"It's just right, let me tell everyone, I'll end the broadcast today, see you tomorrow morning."

——Wow no!

——Why are you like this? He is definitely a wild man!

--husband!

Dumbfounded by the barrage, An Mo turned off the live broadcast cruelly.

Five minutes later, the braised pork came out of the pot, and An Mo mixed some cold dishes at will. There were meat and vegetables, and it was served with two bowls of rice. It was delicious and very tempting.

An Mo didn't have any appetite at all. Even if he had digested the lunch, he couldn't arouse any desire to eat.

Click on the game status of the Glory League. Before the content is buffered, An Mo just glanced at the comments and let the slender finger hang above the screen for a long time.

Huotun's little wife: Xinglan is the best!Vulcan Saigao!

The next second, the official content was buffered, DZD played against Xinglan, Xinglan won 4-1 and entered the finals.

The system and the host in question were silent for a few seconds in tacit agreement.

"Xinglan won?"

[The hero won? 】

This, is this different from what you said? !

The author has something to say: Meet Gongshou in the next chapter!

It depends on the situation. It’s not just whoever you see. For example, if you don’t want to see the protagonist of the original text, you should be more polite. There are so many cuties in the live broadcast room. It’s better to be polite (I’m afraid of all kinds of negative comments ok, I have to explain!)