Bend yourself and the great God HE

One of the curly-haired girls recognized Qiao Yun, and said a little embarrassedly: "Ha, it's Qiao Yun. We are watching the new game designed by Mo Dashen, so we didn't disturb him."

The other girls also looked over one after another, their eyes shining brightly.

There is a school grass sitting here, and I can meet another one by chance.

The curly-haired girl coughed twice, and dragged her sisters to leave, "We still have something to do, so I won't bother you two."

Qiao Yun shrugged, "It's okay, let's watch together."

"No, no, no." The girls pushed and pulled each other, saying goodbye to Qiao Yun as they walked.

Look, Qiao Yun just wanted to leave them to explain, but they didn't give him a chance.

He simply sat down opposite Mo Ran, leaned back in the chair, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Hey." Qiao Yun raised his chin, "It's all gone, my god, stop pretending."

Mo Ran kept typing something on the keyboard, and the [Moshang Yun] on his wrist made rustling sounds.

"Didn't you say you should keep your distance and ignore me?" Mo Ran replied without raising his head.

Heh, Qiao Yun snorted lightly, lifted his butt off the bench, "Alright, then I'll go."

"Wait a minute." Mo Ran looked up, "Sit down."

At this moment, the two looked at each other, one up and one down.

Always right, without blinking an eye.

After a while, Qiao Yun couldn't hold it anymore, "Okay, okay, surrender, you are amazing." Then he sat down, "I can't stare at you every time, it's meaningless."

Mo Ran laughed: "I lost, the old rules."

"No way!" Qiao Yun slapped his hands on the table, supporting his body with his arms, "Here?"

"Ah." Mo Ran replied.

Qiao Yun choked.

After pausing for a few seconds, he lowered his head, leaned over, and obediently put his head in front of Mo Ran, waiting for the one who would rub his head if he lost.

"Like a dog." Qiao Yun muttered.

Mo Ran rubbed Rua on top of his head, and said, "It still feels good."

"Of course you think it's good." Qiao Yun raised his head and stared fiercely, "Let me try rua."

Mo Ran laughed: "Okay, next time I lose to you rua, come here now, and have a look at my new game."

Qiao Yun shook his head, afraid that the other party would mess up his hairstyle, and then walked over, "What new game."

"This." Mo Ran pushed the computer in front of him.

Qiao Yun glanced at it and was shocked, "My boy, when did you design it? I lived and ate with you for two months, so why didn't I know you were designing a new game."

Surprised, that ass fell next to the Great God.

Mo Ran gave him a seat so that he could sit more comfortably, and then slid the mouse with his right hand to demonstrate.

"Actually, it's not new. It was written in the sophomore year of high school, but it continued after going to the academy for further study."

Qiao Yun was so amazed that his eyes turned green.

Because this game is fucking 3D!

Mo Ran actually made a 3D game! !

For a moment, Qiao Yun didn't know how to describe the Great God.

"You might really be a bit smart, I—" He slapped Mo Ran on the shoulder, staring at him with bright eyes.

Mo Ran was stared at uncomfortably, and his eyes twitched slightly, "I told you to watch the game, what am I doing?"

Qiao Yun hesitated for a few seconds, "Oh, God has the final say." Then he turned his gaze back to the computer.

The game screen is sparkling, soft and delicate, and there is also a female warrior in a fluttering red dress, holding a scimitar, and her movements are clean and neat.

"From a certain level, the whole picture is comparable to the perfect world." Qiao Yun muttered, "Hey, isn't this the character I watched with Xiaoman Qingxuan in the apartment last time?"

"En." Mo Ran nodded, "Her name is Huo Ying. What you saw before was just modeling. I have integrated her into it. Currently, there is only this small part. Let's see how it works."

"Pretty good!" Qiao Yun leaned forward and took a closer look, "To be honest, I didn't fall in love with her before, but now it seems that my pearl is dusty. No wonder Li Qingxuan praised her to the sky. It has the Jianghu flavor that Li Qingxuan said, and it can kill all directions when it is integrated into the game."

"—Hey, is there a name for this game?"

Mo Ran shook his head, "Not yet, do you have an idea?"

Uh--

Qiao Yun thought about it, took the mouse from Mo Ran, and manipulated the character to walk around twice, "How about "Drunk and Happy"?"

""Drunk and Happy"?"

"Yeah." Qiao Yun nodded, "The smokey rivers and lakes pursue a touch of freedom, so it's called "Drunken Carefree"."

Mo Ran smiled, "Okay, good name, Master Qiao is very good at naming names."

As long as Qiao Yun affirms it, the days and nights that Mo Ran has spent will become worthwhile.

After laughing, he looked sideways at Qiao Yun and said seriously: "I thought about it, but it's better if you keep a distance from me. I'll spend a lot of time perfecting "Drunk and Happy", and I don't have time to accompany you. You just—”

"Okay, stranger, you don't recognize me if you put on your pants." Qiao Yun suddenly became angry.

Mo Ran frowned: "Why do I pull up my pants and deny anyone, I haven't finished talking..."

I--

Hold.

Clenching his fist and getting angry, Qiao Yun didn't give him a chance to finish speaking, so he punched the table.

"Okay, you dumped someone when you took advantage of Mo Ran, you did a good job, don't regret it if you have the guts!" Qiao Yun turned around and left angrily, bleeding from his eyes.

If he doesn't leave, he can end Mo Ran in minutes.

The hem of the clothes was caught, Qiao Yun turned around, and Mo Ran was looking at him with a calm face.

He must be sick, he wanted to scold Mo Ran.

But Mo Ran said, "Aren't you angry? I haven't finished my sentence yet. When you said something like this last night, I feel exactly how you feel now."

"—Do you feel it? It's very uncomfortable."

Qiao Yun closed his eyes and stared closely, his fists loosened and tightened.

Mo Ran tugged at the hem of his clothes, and then moved up to grab his fingers, "I haven't drawn the line as you said, you can become so angry, now you know how angry I was yesterday."

Qiao Yun stood there without speaking, and the blood in his eyes gradually faded away.

"Sit down and listen to me." Mo Ran said.

Qiao Yun didn't sit down, Mo Ran clasped his hands and pulled him to sit down.

"I know what you thought after the public confession came out, but I want to say, Qiao Yun, I can follow you in anything, and I can accompany you as you want, because I am not afraid of strangers, you Qiao Yun Dare Yun dare to live a life recklessly, don't care what others think, just for our own pleasure."

Obviously, Qiao Yun hesitated.

Mo Ran chose the next best thing, "Then, let's keep our distance in public, and in private—"

"Why keep a distance." Qiao Yun interrupted him, his head raised slightly, "What am I, Qiao Yun, afraid of? I'm not afraid of anything, but you, as long as you are not afraid of your outstanding student's name being brushed off."

Mo Ran was startled for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Excellent student, do I care about Mo Ran?"

"Don't care!" Qiao Yun took it over, grabbed Mo Ran's collar and brought it to his chest. The two of them faced each other with their noses parallel. He said in a low voice, "Be good and wait for me in the dormitory tomorrow morning, when I come to find you."