Bend yourself and the great God HE

kiss back!

It was the first signal sent by his brainwaves.

Because the current Mo Ran is too tempting, his eyes seem to discharge electricity at him frequently.The brown eyes were shining brightly, giving Qiao Yun the illusion of conveying an ambiguous signal.

And the lips in front of him looked so soft and astringent, Qiao Yun had the urge to take a bite.

He slipped his voice slightly, holding back a curious and bad idea.If he bites on it, how will Mo Ran react?

With a beating heart, he lifted his body up and lifted his chin slightly——

"You play a game first, I'll be back later."

That lip moved, and Qiao Yun froze.

Mo Ran smiled at him, rubbed the top of his slightly receding hair, got up and left with long legs.

What the hell! ! !

Qiao Yun's face flushed red.

After Qiao Yun recalled this incident, he was so ashamed that he regretted not digging a hole in the ground on the spot.

He wanted to kiss Moran, Moran must have noticed it at the time, otherwise he wouldn't have got up and left hastily.

Qiao Yun, you are crazy, you are straight, you actually want to kiss a man.

And he's a man with someone to confess to! !

Crazy must be crazy.

Looking back, Qiao Yun went to the game to kill the boss to wake himself up.Tell yourself over and over again, you are a straight man, a straight man who can never be bent.

You don't like Moran, you can only be brothers with him.

This kind of self-hypnosis was so effective that Qiao Yun could turn his face coldly when he saw Mo Ran later.

"Hey, turn on a machine for me."

"That network administrator, come over here, my computer is dead again."

"Five yuan! The management of Mowang will bring me a bottle of Coke."

"..."

And so on, Qiao Yun can order Moran without blushing.

Mo Ran followed suit one by one.

After a long time, Qiao Yun finally let go of the urge to kiss Mo Ran.

On the evening of Chinese New Year's Eve, the living room of Qiao's villa was playing the 2010 Spring Festival Gala. Qiao Yun hurried out of the house with fireworks after dinner.

"Qiao Yun, where are you going for the Chinese New Year?" Mother Ye Zhimei's voice came from behind.

Qiao Yun quickened his pace and replied, "Go out to set off the fireworks, and I'll be back in a while."

"Your Uncle Ai will bring Ai Yun over to set off fireworks later, so come back early..."

It was to avoid this kind of gathering that Qiao Yun wanted to go out.

The more mother talked, the faster Qiao Yun walked.

The car started, and the sound of the engine covered Ye Zhimei's words.

He quickly turned the steering wheel with his left hand and drove out of the garage.

By the way, he dialed Mo Ran's phone with his right hand: "Hey, where are you alone?"

"Dormitory." A familiar deep voice came from the phone.

"You wait for me." Qiao Yun hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the school.

A simple "wait for me" ripped open the wound in Mo Ran's heart like a sawtooth.

Five years, the same sentence, he waited for five years.And just now, someone said to him again, "You wait for me".

An hour later, Qiao Yun opened the door of 506's dormitory.

The moment Mo Ran saw Qiao Yun, he rushed over unconsciously and hugged Qiao Yun unexpectedly.

Qiao Yun was confused by this sudden hug.

He had never seen such a gaffe.

After a while, he finally asked, "Is this... a New Year's gift?"

After Qiao Yun finished speaking, Mo Ran realized that his actions were a bit abrupt, and immediately let go of his hands.

Turning around, Mo Ran smiled embarrassedly: "Yes, New Year's gift, Happy New Year."

"New, Happy New Year." Qiao Yun shivered all over.

Mo Ran caught a glimpse, turned around and asked, "Aren't you cold with so little clothes on?" Then he turned on the heater in the dormitory.

Qiao Yun shrugged, put the fireworks on the table, and exhaled with both hands: "A little bit."

A shirt and a sweater, wrapped in a milky white coat, each piece is thin, Qiao Yun is indeed a bit cold, "I took it with me when I went out, who knew it would freeze to death outside."

Mo Ran sighed, "Stupid or not." He took a thicker black coat from the closet and handed it to Qiao Yun, "Wrap it up."

With an unquestionable tone, Qiao Yun put on it bluntly.

"What are you doing in the dormitory alone?" He asked Mo Ran, taking advantage of the opportunity to look at his computer.

On the computer is the game that Mo Ran showed during the competition, "Isn't this game finished? You are still working on it."

"Yeah." Mo Ran pushed him down in front of the computer and sat down, took another cup of hot water and put it in front of him, "Drink something hot, to keep you warm."

Woohoo, Mo Ran is so sweet.Qiao Yun wasn't thirsty, but his hands were cold, and it was refreshing to hold a cup to warm his hands.

Seeing how moved Qiao Yun was, Mo Ran smiled foolishly.

"In fact, a game needs countless optimizations from design to opening. Even if the game is opened, it needs regular maintenance, so as to ensure the stability of the server."

Pausing for a moment, Mo Ran thought: "The next semester will be open in the game club. If I don't work hard, how can I live up to the president's expectations."

Qiao Yun said with a puff: "That's nice to hear, and it has the awareness of employees."

Mo Ran leaned back against the table, smiling without saying a word.

After warming his hands, Qiao Yun's heart began to itch, and he couldn't help but want to operate this game.

As soon as he got started, he was shocked. The skills of this game are really super cool, far more shocking than what he saw in the competition.

"Hey, this game is not bad!" Qiao Yun's eyelids twitched in shock.

Mo Ran imitated Qiao Yun and shrugged, showing that you are very discerning.

"You finished this game alone?" Qiao Yun asked.

Mo Ran nodded: "I started doing it after I met you."

hiss--

Great God! !

Qiao Yun stared at Moran with wide eyes, and the boss's appreciation for the employees frequently sent signals from his eyes.

It's unbelievable that in such a short period of one semester, from program code to engine development, background story writing to art modeling, it was actually done by Mo Ran alone? !

Although Qiao Yun doesn't understand programming codes, he has also learned about game design because of his hobby of game planning.

Not to mention Mo Ran alone, even if a team divides the work and cooperates, it may not be possible to design a finished game in just a few months.

Qiao Yun pursed her lips and sighed, "Did you lie to me in such a short time?"

The boss's appreciation became the boss's suspicion.

Mo Ran was dissatisfied with this look, "Be careful what you say, when have I ever lied to you?"

That's true.Qiao Yun's mouth twitched.

Mo Ran is powerful, but not so powerful that he can complete all the design work of the game by himself.

Qiao Yun would not doubt that engine development and program code were within Mo Ran's professional scope, but the design of game characters required a certain amount of art skills.

In addition, Mo Ran still has to go to class and work part-time at an Internet cafe on weekends——

"That's right." Qiao Yun thought of something, "There are so many things going on, do you still have time to work part-time in an Internet cafe?"

Blinking suspicious eyes, Mo Ran hummed softly.

"Part-time jobs in Internet cafes are just a way for me to understand the market." As he spoke, he bent down and slid the computer mouse, and opened another software on the computer.

"Look, this is the data research I did on all the popular games on the market, and they can be automatically demonstrated."

Qiao Yun shifted his gaze, seeing this software he had never seen before, "You made this too?"

"En." Mo Ran clicked to start.

The software clearly presents a comparison animation of online rates of players of popular games in recent years.

From three years ago to the end of this year, data such as tree comparisons, trends, design highlights and bugs of each game, and player game experience have gradually become animations for demonstration.

Mo Ran said: "Only in Internet cafes can I truly understand what kind of games people like to play, so I can adjust my direction."

My goodness, this will definitely take some hard work to do.

"Great God, I beg you to take me as your apprentice." Qiao Yun, who was the boss looking after employees just now, instantly became a fan of the Great God, clasped his hands together, and blinked at Mo Ran with adoring eyes.

Mo Ran seemed speechless.

He stared at Qiao Yun's eyes and paused: "Sorry, I don't accept apprentices."

Qiao Yun dismissed "cutting": "If you don't accept apprentices, do you need a boss?"

"Boss?" Strangely smiled, "What kind of boss? For life?"

Qiao Yun clapped firmly: "Yes! Lifetime! The kind of lifelong service!"

Mo Ran leaned over slightly: "Okay, lifelong service... Boss Qiao."

"..."

Qiao Yun's heart beat faster: "Go away, don't get so close to the boss, be careful that the boss eats you!"

Mo Ran laughed: "I'm teasing you, why are your ears red?"

"..."

Speechless again, Qiao Yun immediately got up from the chair.

With this rub, the tip of his nose collided with Mo Ran's chin.

Ouch, Qiao Yun covered his nose, almost crying.