Jian Rong read this sentence twice and frowned.

【如歌: What is the specified time?】

【R: I know, the last game.】

[Ge Ding: Don't pretend I don't know, you just finished a game.]

[Brother Ding: Stop beating, I happen to tell you something.]

Jian Rong was in a fog when she heard Lu Baiyuan's voice coming out of her headphones: "Brother Ding is looking for me, can you play it yourself?"

Jian Rong said yes.

When Lu Baiyuan stood up and passed by Jian Rong, Jian Rong couldn't help but turn around and ask something, but the rabbit ears he was wearing were suddenly gently grabbed by someone.

Lu Baiyuan touched this kind of thing for the first time. He pinched it twice: "It's still half an hour to go off?"

Jian Rong glanced at the time: "...about the same."

Lu Baiyuan nodded, let go of the rabbit's ears and turned away from the training room.

Until he entered the new game, Jian Rong's mind was still the same "setting time".

Professional players don’t have any “standard time”. They usually want to practice as long as possible. Unless the coach thinks that the player is about to die suddenly, they rarely take the initiative to stop.

Finally, it was time to go down, and Jian Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned off the live broadcast platform among the many barrages of retention and went downstairs to find that everyone else had returned to the base and was dividing his hometown specialties in the living room.

Yuan Qian first discovered him and smiled and said, "Xiao Rong, happy birthday."

Pine was playing a mobile game. Hearing this, he looked up at him and said, "Happy birthday."

After looking around, he didn't see Lu Baiyuan and Ding Ge. Jian Rong walked down the last step and said, "Thank you."

They are all e-sports boys with no mood. The money they used to spend in the live broadcast room today was just a birthday gift.

As soon as Jian Rong walked to the sofa, Xiaobai pulled him to the sofa.

"Damn, your clothes are still a navel-exposed suit!!" Xiaobai exclaimed.

"No." Jian Rong pulled down her clothes casually: "It's too short, you will be exposed until you stand up straight."

"Then I'm just wearing a navel..." Xiaobai raised his chin at him: "By the way, let me see your feet."

Jian Rong thought she had heard it wrong: "What??"

"Foot hair!" Xiaobai looked curious: "I heard from P Bao that foot hair grows on the insteps, I don't have it. P Bao doesn't show him, so please let me know more."

Jian Rong's words "Are you sick?" have already run to her mouth.

"But you seem to have few leg hairs." Xiaobai stared at his legs and frowned in question: "It looks like a girl's legs. Do you really have leg hair?"

When Lu Baiyuan went downstairs, he saw Jian Rong stepping on the edge of the coffee table barefoot, throwing her white stockings on the carpet, trying to find something on her instep.

"See this?" Jian Rong pointed to a place in the instep of her feet.

"Where?" Xiaobai frowned and tried hard to see clearly: "Ah? It's just a fuck... one?"
Chapter completed!