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

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Lu Xiao's eyes lit up, and he hugged Qian Ling heavily, wishing to integrate him into his blood, "Really? You didn't want to form a team with him, but why did you approve his friend application?"

"I said it was shaking hands, do you believe it?"

"I believe it, as long as it is what you say," Lu Xiao's mouth curled up, "Let's form a team together this time, I will definitely take you through it, and I will definitely not hurt you at all."

Barrage:

——He was really excited, as if he found out that the owner brought back a puppy, but it turned out to be just a temporary happiness.

——Who wouldn't like to hang out with Xiangxiang's wife?

——Although the appearance of that Shen Xinghe is quite attractive to me, I still prefer the vicious puppy.

——My wife enters another multiplayer dungeon, and she should be able to enter the top [-] points. As expected of my wife, she is too strong!

……

After Qianling finished eating, Lu Xiao kept reminding him repeatedly, "You can only form a team with me, and you must not call others, especially Shen Xinghe. He is a face-controlling person and has never been offline."

"I know, you've said it many times."

Qian Ling's ears were almost callused, he chose the icon of the middle station, and disappeared before Lu Xiao's eyes.

Lu Xiao still stood at the place where the person disappeared for a long time.

Xiao Yu next to him looked at his rippling expression and clicked his tongue twice, "It seems that someone has fallen into the vortex of love again."

Lu Xiao glanced at him lightly, "Are you jealous?"

"Farewell, wise men don't fall in love." Xiao Yu said, "You look like an idiot now."

Lu Xiao sneered, "I am willing."

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Qian Ling returned to her intermediate station, and the system 663 skillfully turned on the virtual screen for the person, and tuned to the TV series that she hadn't seen last time.

Qian Ling changed into comfortable home clothes.

The small table was already filled with his favorite snacks and washed fruits, and even the lighting was carefully adjusted to the most suitable brightness.

Qian Ling said: "Wow! Are all your live broadcast assistants so caring?"

System 663: […]

It is just a self-contained program set by Horror Tour. Its daily work is to manage the live broadcast, and it will hardly interfere with the daily life of the players, and it will not appear most of the time.

I just don't know why, since it stays with Qian Ling, it seems to unconsciously want to do something more.

It seems that it should also report this problem together.

Qian Ling didn't notice the abnormal silence of System 663, and focused all his attention on the TV, leaning on the soft sofa, after watching it for a short time, his eyelids felt heavy.

There was no need to consider any danger at the intermediate station, and Qian Ling fell asleep without any burden.

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"Master, school is here."

The dark virtual space suddenly lit up.

Lu Ting opened the car door for him, and handed him his schoolbag and a bag of snacks, "If you're hungry in class, eat them."

Qian Ling sat in the back row of the car and was stunned for a few seconds.

This is not the first time this phenomenon has occurred, and Qianling gradually adapts to the memories in this dream.

He took the things from Lu Ting's hand and walked to the school.

The eyes of the students passing by were all on Qian Ling.

Obviously, the school uniforms that everyone wears are uniformly distributed, but they are worn on him. They are bright and fit well, so good-looking that people can't take their eyes off them.

The students whispered:

"Hey, today's school belle is so beautiful."

"I really want to go up and say hello. When I hear him say good morning to me, I will doze off in class all day."

Hearing this sentence, Qianling stopped in her tracks, and said to the strange male student who was speaking: "Good morning, you have to have a good class today."

The boy immediately froze in place, uttering a few words like he was stuck.

"Morning, morning, good morning..."

Qianling nodded and continued walking inside.

Before the boy came back to his senses, the classmates next to him surrounded him and slapped him hard on the back, "I'll go, what kind of shit luck are you, to have the school belle say hello to you."

"No, I want good luck!"

"I also want!"

The boy was pushed and shoved by everyone, his eyes stared at Qian Ling's back, and he shouted: "I, I will definitely listen to the class!!"

Qian Ling couldn't help but smile slightly.

On the stairs not far away, a pair of heavy eyes were staring at this scene.

His gaze was fixed on Qianling for a moment, the shallow vortex around the corner of the curved mouth, and the Adam's apple rolled along with it.

As Qianling walked up the stairs, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He raised his head, and the tall boy was looking at him seriously, Qian Ling asked tentatively, "...Yan Zekai?"

Yan Zekai hummed, and was about to pass by him.

Suddenly, his arm was held.

A gleam of light flashed in Yan Zekai's eyes, he turned his head, and Qian Ling was holding his sleeve, her white fingers were as delicate as scallions.

"What's up?"

Qian Ling withdrew her hand in a panic.

He didn't know why he stretched out his hand suddenly, and when his fingers retracted, they touched the bag of biscuits that Lu Ting handed him.

"Then, what, I want to ask if you have had breakfast."

Yan Zekai was also taken aback, as if he didn't expect Qian Ling to say this, "No."

"This is for you," Qian Ling stuffed the biscuit into his arms, and quickened his steps to go upstairs, "I still have class, so I'm leaving first."

Yan Zekai watched the figure disappear at the corner of the stairs, lowered his head, and looked at the small and exquisite milk-yellow bag in his hand.

He raised his hand and sniffed.

A faint milky scent lingered at the tip of his nose, and there was also a faint but more alluring smell.

Qian Ling, who returned to her seat, took a deep breath.

Just think of it as the repayment from the other party for helping him in the memory of last time.

At the same time, on the other side, Yan Zekai returned to his class with the bag of biscuits.

The class, which was originally noisy, was deadly silent the moment he stepped in, especially when he saw that he was still holding the little gift bag that little girls liked.

Yan Zekai ignored those prying eyes and placed the bag firmly in the middle of the desk.

He seemed dissatisfied, so he adjusted the crooked bow and took out his phone to take several pictures in succession.

He covered his mouth, and the corners of his mouth finally revealed an upward arc.

"Brother Kai, you came so early today." Zhou Qi walked up to Yan Zekai and sat down next to Yan Zekai with his pockets in his pocket. "Hey, this is--could it be given to you by a girl?"

The corners of Yan Zekai's mouth curved.

Zhou Qi touched his chin and said, "Which girl is so unafraid of death?"

"..." Yan Zekai glared at him, "Shut up if you can't speak."

Seeing his attitude, Zhou Qi was suddenly blessed, covered his mouth and said, "Could it be..."

Yan Zekai laughed.

"I'm going!?" Zhou Qi also became excited, and even looked at the bag of biscuits in a different way, "Brother Kai, can you give me a taste too?"

He said that he stretched out his hand to take it, but before he touched it, he was hit hard.

Yan Zekai's eyes were so frightened that he dared not move.

Then he saw Yan Zekai clear out all the brand-new books in the drawer and put them on the ground at his feet, freeing up the entire cabinet to make way for this small bag.

Although it was given by the school belle, it's a bit too exaggerated, right?

[The author has something to say: My wife gave it to you, so put it away properly]