After almost ten seconds, Lan Bowen finally noticed the problem as he patiently stuffed the items back into the bag one by one.
When did this young master become so patient?
"Unpack the peripherals for me", "Bring me a pen", "Take the peripherals away quickly", "Don't you want to take it aside and put it into the box? Do you have to install it in front of my eyes and wait for my help?"
I'm afraid these words are the correct way for this young master to open his mouth.
But look, what did he just say?
"There is a child in the family who likes it", "Practice calligraphy", "Handwriting skills", "There is no other way, the child has to show off"...
When did he sign autographs at a game?
Practice calligraphy, practice the word "hammer".
Does that boy Yu Zhou deserve to be treated like this?
If he dared to ask for merch and bring some noodles, he could guarantee that the grand occasion would send him out on the spot.
So, what a kid at home said is...
Lan Bowen's eyes slowly fell on Lin Jing.
It was so obvious that no one in the room could tell that something was wrong.
Should he praise Shao Qiang's poor acting skills for being really good, or should he say that all e-sports teenagers have no emotions.
Lan Bowen couldn't help it and laughed.
Sheng Cheng turned his head and looked at him, "Afraid?"
Lan Bo glanced at Lin Jing with a hint of meaning: "Can I be flirtatious with you?"
Sheng Kuang raised his eyebrows, twirled his gold pen, and did not deny it.
Lan Bowen wanted to put the large bag of signed peripherals aside. He picked it up and looked over at Lin Jing: "It's a bit heavy."
Shengchen squinted at Lan Bowen.
Lan Bowen continued to stare at Lin Jing: "I don't know if I can carry it."
Sheng Cheng leaned on his chair and looked at Lan Bowen silently.
Lan Bowen weighed the surrounding items: "It's really not that light. If you don't believe me, ask Jingmei to carry it."
Sheng Kuang threw the pen on the table: "Are you sick?"
Lan Bowen smiled, put the peripherals on the chair next to him, and looked towards Lin Jing, "It's really not convenient to carry such a big bag. If you carry it for a short time, you may not feel tired, but if you carry it for a long time,
It’s really not easy.”
Sheng Cheng said nothing and his eyes fell on the bag.
Lan Bowen suggested: "Why don't you ask your child whether she wants to carry it or deliver it to her."
Sheng Kuang thought for two seconds and felt that what Lan Bowen said seemed to make sense. He picked up the phone on the table and said, "Okay."
Lin Jing was so envious that he drooled in his heart.
They were too considerate of the child, and they were worried about whether the child would be tired from carrying things.
Lan Bowen insisted that the child was Yu Zhou, and Lin Jing, who was with him, also felt the same way.
Although the peripherals were definitely not hers, she still wanted to find out who the peripherals belonged to. If it really belonged to Yu Zhou, maybe she would have a chance to buy some of the peripherals he disliked in the future.
Lin Jing blinked and hesitated for two seconds, "A grand occasion."
He raised his head in grandeur: "Huh?"
Lin Jing asked in a low voice: "Can I record you sending the message?"
Sheng Kuang looked at her without saying a word.
Lin Jing didn't know if it was because of his own misunderstandings, which made him feel a bit weak.
She pretended to be calm and met his gaze. After holding on for a while, she said, "I won't record your screen. I'll just take a close-up shot."
Sheng Cheng said nothing and continued to stare at her.
Lin Jing slowly began to feel a little unbearable. Just when she wanted to say, "No, forget it," Sheng Kuang laughed and said, "You record it."
Lin Jing took the mobile phone and approached him.
Sheng Ji unlocked his phone with his fingerprint and entered WeChat.
Lin Jing seemed to be recording the message with his hair slightly hanging down, but in fact, his eyes were always on the screen of his mobile phone.
She saw his thumb swiping the screen, pulling it down several times, then stopping at Yu Zhou's profile picture and clicking in.
That child was indeed Yu Zhou...
Lin Jing glanced at the grand occasion and pointed out the nine-square grid, and lazily started typing.
Miracle: I have prepared a bag of peripherals for you. Mosquito said it is a bit heavy. You can send it by mail or carry it yourself.
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou:?
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: Brother?
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: Brother, are you sure you sent it to me?
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: Brother, did you send the wrong message?
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: Brother, why are you thinking of me all of a sudden? Are you really my brother?
Through the phone, Lin Jing could feel how flattered Yu Zhou was.
Sheng Cheng continued typing with a calm look on his face.
Miracle: Didn’t I say that I am a lottery-winning insulator, so I gave you a backdoor?
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: Damn it!
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: Thank God, brother, you finally knew how to open the back door for me.
miracle: So, carry it or mail it?
miracle: Lin Jing.
Three seconds passed.
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou:???????
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Lin Jing???????
Yu Zhou Zhouzhou: Why Lin Jing??????
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: Brother??????????
Amid the question marks that filled the screen, Yu Zhou remained silent.
After about half a minute, Shengcheng pressed the keyboard again.
Yu Zhou Zhouzhou: [slap in the face] [slap in the face] [slap in the face] [slap in the face]
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: I am self-aware, I understand, I understand everything.
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: My surname is Yu, so I am redundant.
Yu Zhouzhouzhou: I’m going to change my name right now, to Yu·Duo·Zhou.
The next second, at the top of the chat interface between Shengchang and Yu Zhou, the four words "Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou" became "Yu·Duo·Zhou".
Lin Jing was completely stunned and did not respond for a long time.
The grand occasion continues typing.
Miracle: This is the first time I've opened a backdoor to someone. My child, do you want this backdoor? At least give me a reply.
Lin Jing blinked her eyes, and after a few seconds, she came back to her senses. She opened her mouth to speak, but thought that her phone was recording, and Jiang Xin next to her was also recording, so she swallowed her words and stretched out her finger.
Referring to Shengcheng’s mobile phone: “Can I use it?”
Sheng Cheng raised her cell phone. Lin Jing was recording the grand occasion with her cell phone. She only had one hand left to type. She didn't answer the phone, so she just held up her cell phone and typed a few words quickly.