Tear mole anchor

After chatting in the group for a while, Qiao Yin started to rain heavily. He greeted Mr. Zhengzheng and the little Dailian, then put away his phone and went to make the bed.

After tidying up, I wanted to take a shower, but found that I didn't think about staying overnight when I came out, and I didn't bring a change of clothes.

He walked lightly to the front of the study, opened the door and looked in slightly. Zong Jin saw him, motioned him to wait, turned off the microphone, and then raised his head again and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yin scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "I didn't bring any clothes, do you have extra pajamas?"

"It's because I didn't think carefully." Zong Jin said, "Go and get it from my closet. There are still unopened underwear, and you can wear them according to your eyes. Anyway, no one will see them at home. I'll get them to you when the rain stops tomorrow." Buy new ones, toothbrushes and towels, which are also in the bathroom cabinet."

Qiao Yin nodded: "Okay, I see, you can continue."

"I may broadcast later today. If you are sleepy, go to bed first, and don't wait for me." Zong Jin waved his hand, then turned on the mic again, and interacted with the barrage.

Qiao Yin exited the study and closed the door lightly.

The torrential rain has been falling non-stop, because there is no thunder, it does not sound scary, and it has a special flavor.Qiao Yin came out of the shower, wearing Zong Jin's clothes that were obviously one size bigger than him, with loose sleeves and trousers rolled up, nestled back on the sofa and wanted to accompany Zong Jin to the end of the live broadcast.

But the sound of the rain hypnotized me, and my eyelids began to feel heavy when I heard it.

Qiao Yin woke up in a strange bed the next day. He was dazed for a while, and couldn't remember when he went back to his room, and this wasn't the guest room he cleaned up yesterday, but rather the master bedroom?

He looked around and made sure that this was the master bedroom, and he came in to get his clothes last night.

I vaguely remember that he was lying on the sofa watching the live broadcast last night, and then felt very sleepy, and wanted to close his eyes and squint for a while...

Did he really fall asleep?Or did he sleepwalk and stumble into the wrong room, or did Zong Jin carry him in?Thinking that if it was Zong Jin who carried him in, he would definitely use the posture of a princess hugging him, Qiao Yin blushed and stopped thinking about it.

He simply folded the quilt, pushed open the door and walked out of the room. The room was quiet without any sound, and the door of the guest room was also closed. He tried to push it lightly, but it was not locked.

Unscrewing the doorknob and gently pushing the door open, one could see Zong Jin who was sleeping soundly on the bed in the room, with messy hair sunk in the pillow, softening the edges and corners, making him a little pitiful.

I don't know what time he went to bed last night, Qiao Yin didn't want to disturb him, so he closed the door silently in distress.

He went to wash up, opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients in it. There were some leftovers after cooking last night, but there was no staple food suitable for breakfast. After thinking about it, he didn’t know the nearby roads. It would take time to buy breakfast, so he decided Order takeout.

After placing an order on the delivery software, he looked around the living room. It was no longer raining outside. The air should be very fresh after the rain, so he opened the closed window.

The natural wind was blowing, Qiao Yin stood on the balcony and stretched comfortably, moved his hands and feet, and started to clean the house again.

In fact, the house is very clean. Zong Jin’s things were originally few, so he didn’t feel messed up if he left them casually overnight, but he had developed a habit when he made it himself.

Last night, he nestled on the sofa to eat fruit, and then fell asleep like this. Zong Jin probably didn't pay attention, and the trash hadn't been picked up yet.

Qiao Yin collected all the trash in the living room and the trash in the kitchen and temporarily put it outside the door. In fact, there is a trash can at the top of the stairs, but he doesn't have the key to Zong Jin's house. He is afraid that he won't be able to get in after he goes out. I have to trouble Zong Jin, and I'm going to wait until he wakes up.

After cleaning up the garbage, he also tidied up the top of the table by the way, took the fruit knives and spoons back to the kitchen and cleaned them, and put the paper towels and toothpicks in order.

When Zong Jin woke up and just walked out of the room, he saw such a picture. He suddenly felt that this was home.

He is no longer the only one in the house, it is empty and lifeless, and someone will be busy cleaning it up. In fact, it is not too beautiful or not as good as the carefully prepared stage scene, but you just need to take a look, and you will feel pleasing to the eye and empty in your heart. Hearts are filled.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Qiao Yin thought it must be a takeaway, so he quickly took out two tissues to wipe his hands, and was about to open the door, when he looked up and saw Zong Jin standing beside him at some point.

He squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "Are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Then he pointed in the direction of the door: "It should be the takeaway I ordered. Have you washed up? Come and have breakfast!"

"Not yet, I'm going now." Zong Jin patted his head and turned to go to the bathroom.

Qiao Yin plucked his hair weirdly. Zong Jin seemed to like touching his head very much, or pinching his face. Is this a bad habit?

After he brought in the takeaway and put it on the table, Zong Jin washed up and came out with wet hair. He sat down naturally, took a steamed dumpling with his chopsticks, and asked while eating, "Any plans for today?"

Qiao Yin shook his head: "I read the weather forecast said it will still rain today, so I don't plan to go out, or do you have any arrangements?"

"No, I just asked you casually." Zong Jin said, took a sip of soy milk, and then suggested, "Want to play games? Why don't we play games at home, and I'll take you in duo."

"You don't dislike my food anymore?" Qiao Yin raised his eyebrows.

Zong Jin pretended to be stupid and said: "It's not your dish, how could it be your dish? I'm not good enough, so I can't move you!"

"You're glib, your mouth is getting sweeter." Qiao Yin glanced at him, and then said worriedly: "Let's say goodbye for the time being. You just announced my relationship with you last night. I don't think many fans have reacted. If we line up in double now, I'm afraid it will irritate them and cause even greater dissatisfaction."

Zong Jin knew that he had concerns and was afraid of affecting him, so he comforted him with a smile and said, "It's okay, we can open a trumpet, it's daytime, and it's not the time for live broadcast."

"Actually, I still prefer to watch you play." Qiao Yin explained, "I play too well by myself, and I don't enjoy myself. I feel that I haven't enjoyed watching others play. Although I don't play in person, at least I am very happy psychologically. Satisfy."

Zong Jin persuaded him: "Playing games is just for fun. If everyone can be that good, and there are professional players, don't feel pressured, just play with me."

Qiao Yin was tempted by his persuasion, and finally agreed to his proposal. After breakfast, the two moved to the study.

Zong Jin turned on both computers, and gave Qiao Yin the one with a higher configuration for live broadcasting. He used the other one with average configuration.

Qiao Yin said: "It's better for you to use this one. I'm very good at it. I can use any one. It's a waste to give me a high-configuration one."

"My machine is not stuck, it works, you can play." Zong Jin didn't care, "I want to give you the best."

Qiao Yin sat down shyly and guiltyly.

Sure enough, the later results proved that although he had a high-end computer, his lack of confidence in his own skills still made him restrained during the game. Even if he saw hostile players, he did not dare to shoot, for fear that he would not be able to fight , instead revealing itself.

So I kept calling Zong Jin and telling him to go.

As for him, he just acted as a mobile fourth-level bag, picking up things, and running around appropriately.

Zong Jin endured it, and swallowed back the usual live broadcast teasing and teasing his teammates, and said: "I finally became comrades with those friends who complained about it, the same world, the same kind of object."

Knowing the target dish, but still want to make an appointment to play together, and don't dare to dislike other dishes after it's over, so I have to be coaxed carefully.

Otherwise, it is very likely that you will be single again tomorrow.

This is probably the indescribable happiness of a person who has a partner, pain and joy.

"What do you mean?" Qiao Yin squinted his eyes and asked, with an expression of death if you dare to tell the truth, which is very intimidating.

Zong Jin boasted against his conscience: "Say you are awesome!"

After a morning of hard combat, Qiao Yin finally made some progress under Zong Jin's patient encouragement and guidance. During lunch, Zong Jin said: "Let's play together this afternoon. If you are worried about fans thinking about it, I will take it seriously." Call his little power leveler, we're in the fourth row."

He only said that in the future, both rows will have a partner, and the fourth row will not affect it, and he did not say to immediately announce that this is my partner, so that fans will accept it immediately, that is, to make a sense of presence first, and it will be easier to accept it in the future.

Qiao Yin was looked at with Zong Jin's expectant eyes, and felt that if he refused, it would be a heinous crime.

He gritted his teeth and nodded his head: "Then you go and ask them out, and play with me when you can. Also, don't reveal my identity, can I just say that I am a friend in reality?"

"Okay." Zong Jin smiled triumphantly.

The author has something to say:

I went to watch a certain Huan’s live broadcast hahaha, my mood improved and I’m so happy, I’m back to edit the article|?ω?｀)

I didn't plan to write the plot of their games, so I'll fix it and write the next chapter hahahaha, I'm happy!capricious!