licked a small tit

In the evening, Bei Dahai finished the live broadcast, took off his earphones, turned off the video, and ensured that all communication was cut off from the live broadcast room. Regarding the matter, there are still a lot of black fans coming in to set the rhythm, and there are all kinds of bad words. The quality of netizens this year is really not good. Captain Rihua, our team is surrounded. Remind Bai Xuan, whoever is on the live broadcast now is an idiot. "

While yelling, he turned his chair around, and when he turned his head, Bo Ye happened to open the interface of the live broadcast platform, and Bei Dahai almost knelt down for him on the spot: "..."

Bo Ye didn't care about this, and after adjusting the earphones, he turned on the barrage assistant: "Mute everyone to find out."

"No, how many fans will it take?" Bei Dahai would rather be scolded than silence him, "If I grow up like you, I can consider being self-willed."

Bei Dahai's popularity is accumulated little by little through his good temper, while Bo Ye is the kind of girl who will be chased by a large wave of female fans and shout "husband" as soon as he shows his face, and countless homeboys will follow Fengshen as soon as he presses the keyboard. man.

The two have different ways of becoming fans, which also means that Bei Dalang is no better than Bo Ye.

"Don't say anything recently, remind the housekeeper to be more diligent." Bo Ye opened the live broadcast room, and the number in the upper right corner showed the number of people staying at the site.

Even if the screen in the middle is completely black, hundreds of people are willing to hang around in his live broadcast room.Bo Ye didn't have a fixed time point, he would broadcast live when he thought of it, and was always elusive, so he formed the habit of fans waiting on the sidelines.Once it goes online, fans will tell each other through various channels, calling for friends and companions, which is more lively than festivals.

Just after pressing the button to start the live broadcast, before the camera was turned on, Bai Xuan came up.

Bei Dahai slapped the table and said, "Look at what time it is! You still know you're coming back?!"

Bai Xuan glanced at him inexplicably, picked up the water glass and went to the corner to pour water: "Watching the training match of the youth training team downstairs, they just finished the resumption."

When mentioning the youth training team, Bei Dahai became interested. He changed his image of "a shrew waiting for her husband's return late at night" and beckoned him over: "Is there someone named Yunluo in the youth training team? Have you seen anyone?"

Bai Xuan reacted for a few seconds: "You mean Yun Jialuo?"

"DeiDeiDei, that's him." Bei Dahai continued to gossip, "I heard from the manager that he is likely to be promoted to the top of the dust. Is he not good at skills?"

"Watching him all night, he has less experience than Feichen, but technically...he shouldn't be worse than Feichen." Bai Xuan sat down at the table next to Bo Ye, and took a sip of hot water.

Bei Dahai exclaimed: "So amazing?"

Bai Xuan's evaluation was much higher than what he got from Shen Qiu, but he believed in Bai Xuan's version more because Shen Qiu knew nothing about e-sports.

The number of people in the live broadcast room is increasing exponentially. In just one minute, it has reached 1.

Bo Ye turned off the microphone, pulled down the headset and hung it around his neck, and participated in the discussion: "How is the overall level of the team?"

"Polarization is serious." After Bai Xuan gave a comment, he couldn't help complaining: "There was a kid who wore auspicious clothes and lay down in the wheat field. He wore auspicious clothes like mourning clothes. He lacked basic common sense. There is a small group of people who only know how to rush In the front, although the marksmanship is accurate and the positioning is poor, but without the teamwork spirit, it will be fatal."

Bei Dahai urged him: "Where are those good Miao Miao?"

Bai Xuan turned on the computer in front of him, and gave a thumbs up: "There are a few top-notch ones, but Yun Jialuo is particularly outstanding in the solo competition, and he is the best successor of socialism. You will know when you see it later."

He hadn't heard the name he wanted to inquire about, so Bo Ye coughed lightly, and had to ask himself: "Is there anyone named Tang Zhi?"

"Candy paper?" Bai Xuan recalled carefully, and finally shook his head: "I didn't notice."

Bo Ye didn't give up: "The game ID is Candi."

He remembered that it was written in the materials.

"I just focused on watching Yun Jialuo the whole time." Bai Xuan said honestly, "If you want to understand, just go downstairs and shout. All the kids in the youth training team look up to you like a beacon, and they wish to be flopped by you."

At this time, the live broadcast room has reached 200 million, and the bullet screen has been brushed up layer after layer.

Bo Ye saw that the number of people was almost there, so he gave up on inquiring: "I'll broadcast live first, you guys take it easy, and talk about important things later."

He put on the earphones again, adjusted the microphone, and turned on the camera. Regardless of the message that exploded suddenly, he directly minimized the live broadcast platform, and only opened the barrage assistant in a small area on the upper right.

"Long time no see, everyone. It's been a while since the tournament ended recently, so I'll come up to catch some fish. Tonight, I'll play two rounds of double row, and then solo row. I'll be offline for an hour."

[Boshen Boshen Boshen Boshen Boshen Boshen Boshen Boshen~~]

[Holy shit QAQ finally launched the live broadcast, I was so scared that my phone hit my face, what is the auspicious day today? 】

【Has my husband become handsome again? ? ? 】

[Ming people don't speak dark words, I think the sun is weaker than the sun. 】

[Dust's big transfer is because of internal quarrels in B4? 】

[Steps are not dust, steps are not dust, steps are not dust, steps are not dust, steps are not dust, steps are not dust, steps are not dust. 】

[I heard that Chen Da was suppressed in B4, is it true? 】

[If you have a rhythm, you can bring it with your dog, okay?Is the housekeeper still in charge? 】

【………】

The barrage rolled quickly, but Bo Ye didn't bother to pay attention to it, it was nothing more than compliments and scolding, he was used to it.

Bo Ye used his own trumpet to log in to the game, and usually did not turn on the voice when in duo, and had almost zero interaction with his teammates.Players who recognize him will silently follow behind, and those who don't know him shout into the earphones and get no response. In the end, they scold him and sell him, thinking that his teammates are dead, and go to play on their own.

In the second game today, there were only 25 survivors left, and the passers-by who teamed up with Bo Ye were killed while crossing the bridge.

After Bo Ye killed two people in the villa, he quickly enriched his supplies.As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was shot and returned to the house, losing half of his blood.

Bo Ye was sticking to the wall to spray himself with medicine, looking out from the window, his perspective was stuck, so he could only go out and spray himself face to face.While waiting for the CD, Bo Ye lost his mind. When he heard the gunshots coming from the southwest corner of the house, he didn't know how long the person who sniped him squatted there.

After full blood, he kept leaning out to open the mirror, aiming in the direction of the wall, but the opponent never came out again.

Bo Ye changed to a Thomson, went out and walked carefully against the wall, rushed out decisively when he reached the corner, and aimed at the other wall with a waist shot, and the player lying in ambush was knocked to the ground before he could shoot. .

[You used Thomson □□ headshot to knock down BF Youth Training-Candi]

Seeing the information prompt below, Bo Ye's eyes lit up, and he forcibly received the final fatal blow, hitting the ruined wall behind him.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage was densely packed——

[BF youth training?Such a coincidence?Is it a member of the BFour club's youth training? 】

【Meeting his team members, Boshen obviously softened. 】

【Oh my God, Boshen has turned on the full-frequency voice!Shout out to the kids! 】

[Looking forward to it~ I finally saw Boshen interacting with others in the game in my lifetime. 】

【Ahhhh—why did Boshen turn off the camera—please face——】

Bo Ye turned on the full-frequency audio, turned off the camera, and squatted down: "Hey, are you from the BFour youth training team?"

No echo.

Bo Ye punched him: "Hello? Hello? Can you hear it? Squeak when you hear it."

The kid kneeling on the ground crawled left and right, trying to get around him, but Bo Ye refused to follow his direction and blocked the way out by moving in his direction.

"Where are your teammates?"

"Can you come here in time?"

"Do you want to wait with you?"

"Or should I shoot you now?"

Bo Ye and him stood in a stalemate, singing the single reed alone, and never tired of molesting the children.

The more than 400 million fans almost went crazy. They couldn't believe that this was a hooligan act that I was able to do.

The man's voice was deep and sweet, and he sounded more supple when he smiled. It's a pity that Boshen turned off the camera, and thousands of girls and old aunts could only automatically imagine his expression at the moment.

The person kneeling on the ground never responded to him, and everyone almost thought that he had silenced his voice.

But how can a professional player mute when playing games?

Bo Ye stood up, set up the 98K and pointed it at the people on the ground: "I'll give you three seconds, and I'll shoot if you don't make a sound."

"one--"

"two--"

The other party was still silent.

"Two five—"

Seeing this, fans almost died laughing.

【hahahahahahahahahahaha. 】

【Hhhhh Is this the legendary I give you love? 】

[Bo Shenren's design has collapsed! 】

[Stunned, the Great Demon King is merciful. 】

"one!"

"no, do not want."

A thin boy's voice came, a little nasal, and if you listen carefully, you can still distinguish a very light gasp.

Being hit by the other party's milk voice, Bo Ye gathered himself together and asked knowingly, "What don't you want?"

"........."

Silence again.

"Tsk..." The kid is really exhausting his patience. Right below is the youth training room, and Bo Ye suddenly has an urge to go downstairs to turn the cards, "So, please, I'll let you go."

The sound of gasping became more and more obvious, as if she was about to cry in the next second, Bo Ye felt embarrassed to bully her.

Feeling helpless, he was about to put away his gun and leave when the other party suddenly said, "Please..."

The soft and glutinous milk voice, the most terrible thing is that there is a crying voice, Bo Ye's brain is congested instantly, and his hand slipped——

"boom!"

【You used 98K to kill BF Youth Training-Candi】

"........."

Bo Ye was silent.

The live broadcast room was also silent.

After a long while, bullet screens of various colors brushed the same sentence neatly, covering the screen airtightly.

【You are a real devil, you won't let go of being so cute. 】

Downstairs in the youth training room, a teenager stood up abruptly, scaring the little classmate sitting next to him and throwing his mouse.

The little classmate looked up at him, and said cautiously, "Tang Zhi, are you alright?"

Tang Zhi's face was flushed, he lowered his head and wiped his eyes, pushed away the chair and walked towards the door: "It's okay, go to the bathroom."

As soon as he left the door, Dou Da's tears rolled down, and he tried his best to suppress his sobs.

It's too bad, I'm too bad, I was shot down by a man, there was no chance to fight back, and I was laughed at...

While crying sadly and walking towards the toilet, he was still thinking about how Bo Ye laughed at him.

If Bo Ye knew what the kid was thinking, he would probably be helpless again. Ridiculous and molesting are two completely different things.

Tang Zhi lowered his head and passed a man hurriedly passing by in the corridor.

Bo Ye went offline after playing two rounds, apologized to the fans, took off his earphones and went downstairs.

Walking to the door of the youth training room, I looked inside through the fully transparent glass wall, and searched every face, but I didn't see the person on the ID photo.

Many children in the youth training room noticed him, whispered to each other, and looked at him with evasive eyes, both in awe and admiration.

The coach of the youth training team saw him and went out to say hello: "Captain Bo, what's the matter? Why do you want to come down and take a look?"

Bo Ye cut to the chase: "Where's Tang Zhi?"

The coach froze for a moment. Although he didn't know the relationship between the two, he still turned his head and glanced at Tang Zhi's position.Seeing that it was empty, he didn't pay much attention and said, "Go back and rest."

Bo Ye was secretly lonely for a while.

The coach was more enthusiastic: "What's the matter? I'll ask him to find you tomorrow?"

"No need." Bo Ye smiled lightly and shook his head, "Don't bother me, I'll go up first."

The coach rubbed the back of his head, a bit confused about why he came back and forth, but he knew it was not good to ask about personal situations: "Okay."

Bo Ye put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked slowly across the second floor, making up his mind to come down tomorrow to take a look at that little milk bag.

It hurts just to hear the sound.

Well, I'll see him when I get up tomorrow.