When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qian Ling sat in the back of the car and leaned against the back of the comfortable seat, her nerves relaxed a lot.

The valuable vehicle is slowly driving on the smooth road, and the faint floral fragrance of the car's aromatherapy diffuses in every corner along with the air-conditioning system.

Qianling wanted to close her eyes comfortably.

Sure enough, his motion sickness was only particularly severe under unsuitable conditions.

"Is that your friend just now?"

The sudden voice interrupted Qian Ling's thoughts, and he slowly raised his eyes.

Through the rearview mirror, the man sitting in the driver's seat didn't have time to look back. When the eyes collided, the man quickly turned his eyes back.

"Sorry, it's not for me to ask, but I think you seem to have a good relationship with him."

Qianling turned her head to look at the receding night scene outside the car window.

The neon lights outside the window are like dots of stars, reflected in the young man's clear eyes, a bit of confusion appeared in his eyes.

What is his state now, has he returned to the real world?It's like being pulled into the game out of nowhere?It ended so suddenly?

"Master?" The man called out softly again, "Are you okay? From your expression, you seem to be very tired."

"It's okay." Qian Ling rubbed the sore brows, "I just had a bad dream, which made me confused where the real world is."

The man seemed to be taken aback by his words, and after he realized it, a slight smile appeared on his cold face.

"What are you laughing at?" Qian Ling asked.

The man stopped smiling, his eyes were steady on the road in front of him, his broad palms firmly held the steering wheel, and the voice came slowly.

"I thought the young master had grown up, but the young master is still the same as when he was a child. Once he had a nightmare, he would pester people to hug him,"

He paused, "It's still cute."

Qian Ling's cheeks became hot immediately, he turned his head awkwardly, and retorted in a blunt tone: "You are cute, I'm serious!"

"I was wrong, master."

Qian Ling snorted softly through his nose. With years of experience in getting along with each other, he knew the other person's expression at the moment without looking, "Lu Ting, you are not allowed to smile anymore, even if you raise the corners of your mouth."

"Yes, sir."

The man spoke again after a while: "If the young master feels that he can't tell whether he is dreaming or not, as long as he is having a good time, that's enough."

The vehicle drove slowly into a quiet manor, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in front of him, Qianling felt dazed for a few times.

He quickened his pace and walked back to the room. After slamming the door, he didn't change his clothes in a hurry. Instead, he threw himself in front of the desk and opened the laptop.

Qian Ling tapped the keyboard, entered the words 'horror live game' and then hit the OK button, his fingers trembling slightly in mid-air.

His heart was also caught in the air.

Until the search results popped up, there was no relevant news, not a single one from beginning to end.

Dazedness appeared in Qianling's eyes.

It's as if nothing has changed.

The games, live broadcasts, and dungeons he experienced were all absurd nightmares.

He could convince himself that, but there was no way to erase what he had experienced from his mind.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

It took a long time for Qian Ling to get up and open the door. After opening the door, Lu Ting, who had already taken off his suit jacket, was wearing a white shirt. Years of exercise had made his muscles smooth and his figure was very beautiful.

But at this moment, he was holding a glass of milk in his hand that didn't match his style of painting at all.

Lu Ting said: "If you are tired, go to bed early tonight."

"Well," Qianling took the milk in his hand, the temperature was controlled very accurately, and the mouth was moist. After drinking it, he handed the cup back, and asked in a strange way, "Do you know 'Terror Live'?"

Lu Ting: "I don't know."

"Oh," Qian Ling said again: "What if someone suddenly told you that everything in front of you is a dream?"

Lu Ting said without thinking, "Then I will try my best not to wake up. After all, my task is to protect the young master. Without the young master's permission, I will not go anywhere."

Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the young man in front of him, Lu Ting said again: "Okay, go to bed early."

After closing the door, Qian Ling fell asleep with many worries.

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Early the next morning, Qian Ling came to the classroom, and as soon as he stepped into the classroom, he found many eyes staring at him, including envy and admiration.

Qian Ling walked to her place and paused.

There are all kinds of gifts, letters and handmade desserts on the table, and the piles are directly stuffed into his cabinet and chair.

"..."

Qianling even took the place where he put his schoolbag, and he frowned slightly.

When he first entered school as a freshman, he had experienced this kind of scene before. At that time, all the people who gave him things were seniors.

Even worse, they will block him directly during the break.

Those people wouldn't be mean to him, instead they said inexplicably that they wanted to play with him,

Although Qian Ling didn't understand why he was looking for him, but his intuition told him that he couldn't agree.

So after he clearly refused, those people came more often, smiling every time, giving all kinds of things, as long as they received it once, it would definitely be more troublesome the second time.

So from then on, Qianling didn't dare to accept gifts from others casually.

But now, looking at the mountains of letters and gifts in front of him, Qianling only feels a headache.

There were male students around Qian Ling who had been secretly observing Qian Ling, and quickly proposed a solution, "There is an empty table here, Qian Ling, please come and sit here first."

"Those little bastards will cause trouble. We will take care of them after we send them all back."

"No need," Qian Ling said, "Please help me to ask the class teacher for leave, I will go to the studio to practice in advance."

Qian Ling turned and walked out of the classroom.

"It's very popular, I have received so many gifts."

Qian Ling frowned slightly, turned to the source of the sound, and saw Yan Zekai, who was lazily wearing a school uniform jacket, resting his hands on the railing.

Why didn't I think I met him so often before.

Qian Ling didn't know what to say, but just hummed, and then buried her head and wanted to move on.

And the front casts a shadow.

Yan Zekai blocked his way, "Class is coming soon, where are you going? You don't look like someone who would skip class."

Qian Ling stopped, raised her eyes, and met Yan Zekai's eyes.

The big boy who didn't even blink an eye when he was fighting in front of him suddenly became agitated, as if he was unprepared and was suddenly attacked. He looked cool on the surface, but in fact, even his palms hidden in the pockets of his school trousers were sweaty.

"What kind of person do you look at me?" The expression on Qian Ling's face even he didn't know, "You are the same as those who gave me things, you don't know what kind of person I am, you only rely on yourself I will draw a conclusion on my judgment, and I will feel that I like me.

So you are as annoying as they are. "