Don't click in [e-sports]

This is the first time for Jin Yuan to add an anchor as a friend. .

Although this... is not an anchor.

Jin Yuan clicked on the avatar of the villain with the green hat, screen name: One, region: Beicheng.

I didn't expect to be in the same city as myself.

The latest circle of friends was three days ago - [The second TAT of the baby team, Jin Yuan's dog thief hurt me! 】

???

Jin Yuan read it again and confirmed that this baby team is the other baby team, this Jin Yuan is a thief...

Exactly below.

So I gave my black fans a small gift of one hundred thousand yuan?

He quit the circle of friends and saw that this One had sent the first message.

One: [Drip, boss. 】

Jin Yuan: […]

One: 【Transfer 300.00】

One: [The boss laughs. 】

Jin Yuan turned off the lights in the room, touched his eyes with his fingers, and suddenly let out a helpless laugh, which looked extremely crisp in the empty room.

"This stupid..."

Qu Yi climbed onto the bed, crossed the railing in the middle and kicked Hong Jianguo.

"Hey fuck! What are you doing!"

Qu Yi: "My legs are too long to fit."

"Get out!" Hong Jianguo rubbed against the bed sheet and kicked him back, "Have you contacted the boss yet?"

"Yiyi, be careful, those who would throw huge sums of gifts online are usually not simple." Wen Huancheng said in a serious tone.

Qu Yi flipped through the chat records: "He called me back at six o'clock, but he didn't say anything. He must be busy..."

"Otherwise, I'll borrow you first, pay back the money, and delete that person." Wen Huancheng said.

Qu Yi shook his head: "It's not a small amount of money, I should be able to get the salary of the studio this weekend, and the editor...Party A should also pay part of the money next month. I will pay him back some more at that time."

"You say you're lucky, and you can still meet big guys when you open a live broadcast." Hong Jianguo said.

While speaking, the phone vibrated.

Boss: [There is a dime on the ground, do you want to pick it up? 】

Qu took the phone away: "What do you mean?"

He thought for a while, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and he would pick it up logically, but it seemed useless if he picked it up, and he would be thrown in a corner when he came back, so it's better not to pick it up.

Qu Yi: [do not want to pick it up]

Boss: [Similarly, I don't want to accept your money. 】

"Damn?" Qu Yi jumped up from the bed, watching this overbearing reply several times in a row.

Wen Huancheng and Hong Jianguo sat up nervously: "What's wrong?"

Qu Yi turned to look at them: "I'm crying."

"Are you crying?" Hong Jianguo was about to turn on the light.

"Don't turn on the light," Qu Yi lay back on the bed, "I don't want you to see my poor tears."

Wen Huancheng heaved a sigh of relief, and got into the quilt helplessly, while Hong Jianguo reacted for a while, and angrily leaned over to grab his ankle: "I'm going to throw you out the door today to make a bed on the floor, let you know what cry cold tears!"

"Hahahahahahaha!" Qu Yi was afraid of tickle, curling up his legs, "No, there is a bully here..."

Hong Jianguo turned back: "Is there any king in this world who surpasses you?"

Qu Yile was so happy that he rolled on the bed and typed while answering Hong Jianguo: "This is fucking!"

"Stop acting, I won't get up to take a look at you even if you're a fucking brother." Hong Jianguo said wearily.

"Who are you talking about fucking whom?" Wen Huancheng said lightly.

Qu Yi ignored them and looked at a message sent by himself on the screen: 【You bitch】

Withdraw immediately.

But the boss replied: [Huh? 】

"Ahhh...I shouldn't be typing while talking!" He scratched his head frantically, tapping his fingers on the keyboard.

Qu Yi: [What I just wanted to say is that your vivid metaphor is really just right. 】

Boss: 【Oh】

Qu shook his hands, and a man in a suit with a gold chain on his neck, a cigar in his hand, and his legs crossed appeared in his mind. After looking at the phone, the man in the suit took a look at the phone, plated the walnuts in his hand, and punched the killer cloud in the leather jacket. Danfeng said lightly: "It's Yizute. (Kill him)"

The phone vibrated, and the boss sent a message: [What did you bet with your roommate? 】

Qu Yi woke up from his brain hole, and answered with kindness: [We will watch the last round of the PGI qualifiers and bet on whether 2UTen can win. 】

He waited for a few minutes, saw that the boss didn't reply, and was about to send a goodnight message before going to bed. He didn't want to say "goodnight", the boss said: [You mean, 2UTen can win you live broadcast and eat X? 】

Qu Yi: [... The boss has a good opinion. 】

Boss: 【You hate Jin Yuan? 】

Qu lay on one side and typed: [This...it's a long story, it's not annoying, but it's not like I like it either. 】

There was no reply for another 2 minutes, Qu Yi quickly sent good night this time, for no other reason, he was really sleepy.

Jin Yuan deleted in the dialog box: [It doesn't matter how long the story is, let's listen to it], and re-entered: [Good night]

Jin Yuan frowned, thinking that this fool is actually his own black fan...

I didn't do anything harmful to the world, it was nothing more than talking trash every time in the game, isn't this an excellent language organization ability?

Jin Yuan, who didn't have time to ask the reason, was itchy, and after a while, he felt that there was no reason for his rivalry with a netizen, so he simply turned off his phone and closed his eyes.

Originally, Jin Yuan was too anxious to fall asleep because of Waste's retirement, but he didn't expect to be sleepy for less than half a minute, and slowly fell asleep.

"Yiyi, last month's salary was credited to your bank card."

Qu Yi washed off the paint on his hands, raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his temples, and said with a smile, "Well, thank you Brother Li."

"There is something I want to tell you...it is our studio. This semester's business is not very good. The number of children who come to learn oil painting is half that of last semester...so maybe next month, this...you don't need to do this What an oil painting teacher." Li Ge said in a slightly apologetic tone.

Qu Yi paused his hands: "Brother Li, I can also teach sketching and ink painting."

"But the teachers in these two classes are enough...you go...I'm also very embarrassed."

Qu Yi dried his hands with a piece of paper, took off his apron and hung it neatly: "It's fine, thank you Brother Li for taking care of me during this time."

"No, you have always taught very well, thank you for your hard work." Li Ge said.

Qu Yi smiled at him: "I'll go over and say hello to the children."

"Oh... let's go."

The children in the studio were still sitting on the small wooden benches waiting for their parents to pick them up. When Qu Yi came in, the little girls clapped their hands: "Brother Yiyi!"

Qu Yi squatted in the middle of the studio: "Brother wants to tell everyone one thing. Starting tomorrow, brother will not teach you. There will be a new teacher who will take you to class. You must..."

Before he finished speaking, the children started to make a fuss:

"I don't want a new teacher!"

"No new teacher!"

"Brother Yiyi can't go!"

He patted the child's head: "Brother Yiyi also has to go to school, so he's not free."

The children had simple emotions and cried when they were unhappy. At first, a girl cried, and then everyone cried, and finally they cried and shouted at the same time.

"Yiyi? What's the matter?" Brother Li's girlfriend pushed open the door and asked.

"It's okay, Sister Wenwen," Qu Yi wiped away tears from the children, then turned around and whispered, "I'll say goodbye to them."

Wenwen showed a surprised expression: "Where are you going?"

Qu Yi looked up at her, thinking that she didn't know either.

After the parents picked up all the children, Qu Yi took the schoolbag on the sofa and went to the office to say goodbye to Brother Li.

When they were about to knock on the door, there were men and women arguing inside.

"Have you discussed with me about letting Qu Yi go?"

"It's nothing to discuss. There are too many teachers in the oil painting class. He's a part-time student and doesn't last long. Is it strange to let him go?"

"The oil painting class teacher is enough? If it is enough, why do you arrange a full day of class for him every weekend? When he came, I agreed with him, evening classes from Monday to Friday, and half-day classes on Saturdays and Sundays!"

"Am I your boyfriend or is he your boyfriend? Why do you care so much about him? Don't think I don't know. When he comes, you go to the oil painting room all day long! I've been with you for so long, I can't see Out of your care?!"

"Is it interesting for you to be suspicious all day long? I..."

Qu Yi couldn't be bothered to listen to the quarrels between these couples, he turned around and went downstairs with his bag on his back, and when the evening wind blew across his cheeks, he sighed softly.

I don't know if what Brother Li said is true, but he really didn't feel that Sister Wenwen often came to his studio.

Suddenly losing a part-time job made him feel distressed, and he was a little absent-minded on the road.

The phone vibrated in his pocket.

Boss: 【Son, what about today's 300 yuan? 】