Don't click in [e-sports]

Not long after Ba Ba left, a large number of black accounts flooded into the live broadcast room, and a few fans who loved to smash gifts for Qu Yi did not clear the barrage in the live broadcast room after smashing several waves.

"Don't worry about them." Qu Yilin told the audience before the broadcast, "From next week onwards, every Monday will be live-streamed drawing drafts, and the escort bosses in the live-streaming room will private message me, each draw a piece, and think about what you want in advance... ...The one who said he was going to draw nude | body crossed out... I haven't painted Baba yet, I'll broadcast WeChat and ask him about it."

"Ask me what?" Baba's voice sounded again in the live broadcast room.

Qu Yi curled his mouth: "Why do you always like to raid my live broadcast room?"

"Then whose live broadcast room do you want me to sneak attack?" Baba asked him back.

Qu Yi licked his lips: "No, I built a villa for you in the live broadcast room, you can live here."

"I want to take the yard, plant some goji berries and then some loquats...why are these younger brothers still here?" Ba Ba blocked a few IPs, "The one with the rhythm is here again today?"

Qu Yi coughed: "I'll download the broadcast first, and I'll talk about it later."

The chat interface is still stuck on Baba's reply about homosexuality.

Ba Ba: 【No special opinion, who doesn't have a sweetheart, it doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman】

He slightly hooked the corners of his mouth: [Baba, do you have a sweetheart? 】

After half a minute, Ba Ba: [You ask such a question, it seems that you really don't have enough time to raise one of you]

With one hand bent, he slapped his leg, and even made a slight knee-jerk reaction.

Ba Ba: [Do you know who is leading the rhythm in your live broadcast room? 】

Bend one knuckle on the leg: [Probably know the range, but not sure who it is]

Manager Chi pushed the e-sports chair: "Stop playing with your phone, get on the number." He paced back and forth, "I repeat, no wives or guns are allowed in the suitcase|figures, no Put the statues of Buddha begged by the three aunts and eight aunts, and no women's clothes are allowed!"

In a hurry, Jin Yuan sent Qu a message: [I have to go to work, be careful with rhythmic things, don't be caught by them, go to bed early, don't worry. 】

Qu Yi: 【Good night】

Jin Yuan sent the last message: [Good night], put down the phone, and log in to the account in twos and threes.

"Chi Da, give me the phone number of the boss of Shenhai TV." He took a sip of water, "WeChat is also fine."

Manager Chi flipped through his phone: "What are you doing? What happened to your immediate family?"

"Who is cursing every day?" Jin Yuan said.

Manager Chi hissed: "If you add someone, will they add you?"

"I don't know," Jin Yuan shrugged, "but I heard that his wife is my fan."

Manager Chi took a deep breath: "When you retire, I will take the lead in beating you up."

Jin Yuan glanced at his height, then turned his head easily, leaving behind a ruthless mocking back.

"Damn it, signing you into the team must be the worst decision I've ever made in 26 years!" Chi Da said angrily.

Qu Yi moved the blanket, wrapped his feet in it, took a sniff, and grabbed the pressure-sensitive pen on the table again.

2UTen fan Hong Jianguo gave Qu Yichong cold medicine, and then squeezed his shoulders: "Daddy, it's hard work. Daddy, do you think this strength is okay?"

"It's okay," Qu Yi took a sip from the mug and shook his head, "It's too hot."

"Big brother, you can let it cool down for a while before drinking, and the little one will let you know when it's almost ready."

Qu Yi waved his hand: "Understood, step back."

"The little one went to watch anime for a while, call me if you have something to do." Hong Jianguo walked backwards and left.

Qu Yi rubbed his eyes, changed the brush, and started to paint.

Wen Huancheng opened the door and put down a basket of strawberries: "Go to rest if you are sick."

Qu Yi stretched out his hand to grab it, but was slapped by Wen Huancheng: "It hasn't been washed yet."

"The Chinese team is leaving for Japan tomorrow. I can't wait until the game is over." Qu Yi quickly pinched a strawberry and put it in his mouth, showing a row of white teeth with a giggle, "Brother Cheng Cheng Go wash up."

Wen Huancheng sighed.

It wasn't until the end of the two-hour live broadcast at night that the disabled Qu Yi couldn't stand it anymore and climbed onto the bed, panting for heat and looking at the ceiling.

"Ah...why am I sick...I am such a strong little turkey," Qu Yi pawed his hand against the wall, and rubbed it on his forehead when it got cold, "One by one is so miserable, I can't go downstairs to get it tomorrow. Takeaway, if no one can help one by one..."

Hong Jianguo kicked the bed frame: "Okay, tomorrow you go to the toilet, I will carry eight sedan chairs to take you in, okay?"

"That's no need..." Qu Yi said weakly, "I go to the toilet standing up...it's different from you."

"???" Hong Jianguo closed his eyes and muttered silently, "Don't be angry, I won't be angry when others are angry, and there is no one to replace you when you get sick..."

Qu Yi was in a daze, and didn't hear the phone ding several times until the ringtone rang.

He closed his eyes and touched it, and pressed the answer button based on his feeling, but found that it was unsuccessful, so he could only try to open his eyes and re-aligned: "Hello..."

"Hello...is this classmate Qu Yi?" A female voice asked.

"Well... I am, what's the matter?" He licked his lips, his mouth dry.

The man said, "Hi, I'm Liu Yuxin, the president of our college's student union. We should meet."

Qu Yi frowned, and complained in his wandering thoughts that the president of the student council was speaking in an official tone, and he breathed out: "Ah, I know, what's the matter?"

"You sound so weak..." Liu Yuxin said caringly, "Is it because you are not feeling well?"

Qu Yi pursed the corners of his mouth, put down the phone, turned his body to put his ear on it, and asked the third time: "No, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, I'm... I overheard your conversation with the dean in the dean's office, but I didn't mean to..."

Qu Yi tilted his head completely, didn't want to interrupt her, turned on the speaker, squinted his eyes in a daze, thinking that Jin Yuan's face would have to be repaired when he woke up tomorrow, and he didn't feel handsome enough for him.

"At first I wanted to pretend I didn't know, but I...can't let Zhang Suxing bully you," Liu Yuxin finally came to the point, "So I can give you the evidence that Zhang Suxing embezzled the college money, Used to report him."

Ah, so annoying.

Qu Yi took a deep breath: "Thank you, but I think, as the president of the student union, it should be within your responsibility to deal with the corruption of the vice president."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and Qu Yi turned around: "Sorry, I'm a little sleepy, let's talk about something tomorrow."

"Ah, I'm sorry to bother you." Before hanging up the phone, Liu Yuxin asked hesitantly, "Can I add you on WeChat?"

Qu Yi was completely silent.

Hong Jianguo sat up from the bed, crawled to Qu Yi's side to check the situation, and whispered to Wen Huancheng who also sat up, "It's okay, I should have fallen asleep."

Wen Huancheng's expression was not gloomy: "Has he been reported to the academy by Zhang Suxing?"

"I overheard it just now. He didn't tell me. He probably solved it by himself." Hong Jianguo snorted coldly, "Zhang Suxing really stinks."

Wen Huancheng got out of bed, tested the temperature with his hand on Qu Yi's forehead, and whispered to Hong Jianguo, "Wait, I don't think Liu Yuxin wants to mess with him for a day or two."

The phone vibrated on the bed, then rang again.

Qu Yi frowned and moaned twice, Wen Huancheng took the phone away from his ear and glanced at it.

Papa.

He squinted his eyes and pressed answer.

"What are you doing?" Baba said in a gentle tone, "Are you angry that I didn't reply to your message? I'm really busy today, and I'm going to board the plane soon..."

Wen Huancheng walked outside the door and interrupted him: "Who are you?"

The voice in the receiver stopped immediately, and the voice that spoke again was cold: "I am his friend."

Wen Huancheng twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don't call him."

"Oh?" Baba smiled provocatively, "Who are you?"

Wen Huancheng gritted his teeth: "I am his object."