I received a bounce from a non-existent player

A few minutes later, when Meishu sent "I'm back", I almost rushed to the computer with tears in my eyes.

You quietly said to [Meishu]: I won’t go, I won’t go

[Mei Shu] said quietly: What's wrong?

You whispered to [Meishu]: I just saw another contestant

[Mei Shu] said quietly: Huh?

[Mei Shu] quietly said: Do you think

You whispered to [Meishu]: I think he laughed at me

[Mei Shu] said quietly: ...

[Mei Shu] said quietly: Why did he laugh at you?

You quietly said to [Meishu]: He stared at my game for a long time, and then laughed

[Mei Shu] quietly said: Maybe he is just happy...

You whispered to [Meishu]: What pleasure is there in watching me play games, and he was so indifferent when I first met him

You quietly said to [Meishu]: I have really worked hard for several days, but he has seen the side of me playing the game. If I do not perform well at that time, he will spread the word to others...

The more I typed, the more weary I became, and finally I fell down on the keyboard with a sigh.

Judging by Duan Si's tone, he is a very popular type. The words that come out of his mouth must be unstoppable. If this is just a reputation that tortures me, I can stand it. If it affects my scholarship, I will I can't even cry.

After a long silence, the secret chat sounded again.

[Mei Shu] quietly said to you: He won't, you really like to think about it...

[Mei Shu] quietly said to you: come yy.

[Mei Shu] quietly said to you: It's just a speech, I'll teach you.

I told him that these were intended to vent, and listening to a few words of comfort from him was actually enough, but I didn’t expect him to teach me seriously, I was a little at a loss for a while, and finally went to YY.

It was the first time I heard his voice—it was deep and clear, and it made my heart faint when I heard it, but there was also an indescribable sense of familiarity.

I figured out a little rationality from my joyful heartbeat, and asked him a little bit tangled: "I... have I heard your voice somewhere?"

"Really?" He asked without answering, "Where is it?"

I thought about it.It's not in the game, nor on the computer, but...it's a bit similar to Jiang Heng's voice just now.

However, this is tantamount to thinking of nothing.After thinking about it for a while, I gave up.

I was originally prepared to be taught by him clumsily, but I didn't expect him to explain clearly and easily when he became serious. By the time I realized it, I had studied it seriously for a while.

After two hours, the manuscript has almost changed its appearance, and a lot of comments on tone have been added in the blank space.I was a little unbelievable holding the manuscript, thinking that in Jian Wang III, you can even learn English.

At the end, Mei Shu heard me hold back a few yawns, held back a smile and told me to go back and have a good rest.I said that I can still hold on, and he said what to hold on to. In the three days before the competition, he would review the manuscript with me every day.

"Don't worry if I'm here." That's what he said.

My heart trembled suddenly.

After reacting, I hurriedly opened my backpack while thanking him, wanting to thank him materially, but when I saw the double-digit gold remaining in the bag, I decided to keep this thank you on a spiritual level after a moment of silence .

"If there is anything I can do for you, just ask me." I was worried that the verbal thanks would be too thin, so I added another sentence in a hurry.

In the earphone, he smiled: "Then I will write it down."

After he started YY, my heart jumped up belatedly, and I grabbed the earphones and pressed my forehead on the table, thinking about the last words he said to me, my face turned red like a persimmon, after a long time Only then did he secretly look up at his grayed profile picture.

While my thoughts on him gradually became clear, a little bit of my motivation also ignited.

The next day, under Duan Si's eyes like seeing a ghost, I hurriedly carried the computer to the library again.At the same time, Meishu was still waiting for me on YY.

I could still listen to him carefully on the first day, but the moment I entered the channel on the second day, I knew that I was distracted this time.

Every time I struggle to remember the main points of what he said, I will take a little time to find out from his tone, the short hoarseness after his oblique sound, and even his breathing—these tiny details, and try to find out what he said. What clues are coming.

Will he...will he like me too?

Like me, not limited to game lovers?

I couldn't find any signs that he liked me, but at the end of the second day, I looked at the manuscript in my hand, and for the first time found that English suddenly became much cuter.

Maybe this is Aiwujiwu.I thought wildly.

Jiang Heng didn't go to the rehearsal the day before the competition, and Mei Shu didn't go online all day.I watched the YY that the manuscript hung up all night, until the people around me left and I packed up my things and prepared to leave, there was one more person on the channel.He hastily apologized to me, saying that something happened at home and he had just returned to school.Of course I don't mind.

The last rehearsal was over, and before I was about to leave the library, I covered my face with my manuscript and sighed vaguely: "Tomorrow is the competition."

"You can do it. Didn't you do a good job just now?" He heard the rustling of paper and pen in the earphone.

"It was just now, and I was afraid that there would be a lot of trouble in front of so many people..." I moved the paper down, revealing a pair of eyes that were blinking restlessly, and finally muttered, "If you were here, I might be less nervous."

The movement on the other side stopped.After a while, he asked, "Really?"

When he said these two words, his tone rose slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of a well-prepared smile in his voice, which seemed to be joking, and a bit like suppressed joy.

But I was melancholy at the time, and I didn't hear it at all, I just muttered: "Fake."

The person on the other side seemed to choke for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's late, go back to the dormitory to recharge your batteries. You're fine, don't worry." He paused, and then added in a low voice:

"……See you tomorrow."

I reminded him: "I'm going to the game tomorrow morning, and I'm going to have a celebration banquet with them in the evening. I probably won't be able to play the game, and I won't see you."

He chuckled lightly and didn't argue.