When I returned to the dormitory, it was very clean and the chairs were replaced with gaming chairs.
Jiang Yao lay half of his body on the sofa, turned on the computer and watched the half-finished kpl replay. He raised his slender legs and placed them slanted on the table.
Halfway through the movie, Zhou Cheng came back with two bags of snacks. Seeing Jiang Yao's idle look, he thought of teasing him: "Hey, Young Master Jiang is willing to come back."
Jiang Yao raised her eyelids to look at him, then looked at the computer screen without saying anything.
"We're just going on a date without cleaning up the dormitory. It's really hard on me and Xiaobai." Zhou Cheng made it clear that he wanted to disgust him and spoke in a sultry tone.
Lu Jinbai, who had just gone to the toilet and entered the door, wiped his hands and looked confused: "What date?"
"Then you have to ask Young Master Jiang why he left us to clean up the dormitory and change chairs." Zhou Cheng put the snacks one by one on the installed snack rack.
Lu Jinbai pulled a chair next to Jiang Yao and sat down, his face almost pressed against his, and he asked eagerly: "Brother Jiang, who is this?"
Jiang Yao frowned, pushed his face away, and cherished the words like gold: "Shen Qinghe."
"Sister Qinghe!" Lu Jinbai sat up straight in surprise.
It seems that he hasn't seen Sister Qinghe in almost three years.
Zhou Cheng took two bottles of Coke, threw one to Lu Jinbai, and kept the other for himself: "You also know her?"
He leaned on Jiang Yao's chair and continued: "Tsk, what a forbidden love!"
Lu Jinbai was even more confused. When did Brother Jiang and Sister Qinghe get together? Why did they have a forbidden love?
"They are siblings."
As soon as he unscrewed the Coke, Jiang Yao glanced at it lightly. Lu Jinbai handed him the Coke and continued to explain to Zhou Cheng: "We are not close. When we were in the first year of high school, the three of us often played together. Later, Sister Qinghe kept quiet.
Hibiki turned to school and left."
He sat up straight and approached Zhou Cheng: "If you ask me, Brother Jiang is really heartless. The person who has been playing for so long is gone, and he is just like a normal person! They can fall in love, and I will live broadcast standing on my head to wash my hair."
"Then you don't know how..." Jiang Yao was when I first met him.
Jiang Yao covered his mouth and coughed, interrupting him: "Why don't you go back to your dormitory?"
Zhou Cheng's eyes widened with disbelief on his face: "I've improved this dormitory so well, you let me leave?"
Jiang Yaoyun nodded lightly.
"I applied with the above, and this 303, just the three of us, is convenient for me to live broadcast."
After looking at the game replay on his computer, Zhou Cheng felt a little curious: "Song Ci's style of play is becoming more and more like yours!"
When he thought that Shen Qinghe's cell phone ringtone was related to Song poetry, Jiang Yao was a little upset. He pulled back his legs, put on his headphones, and prepared to block out Zhou Cheng's voice. He said succinctly: "Noisy."
Zhou Cheng and Lu Jinbai wisely returned to their computers to watch movies and play games.
The noisy dormitory became quiet.
After watching two movies, Zhou Cheng was bored and logged into his work account on the computer. He felt uncomfortable because he didn't want to find someone to be mean to.
Monk Group sent a message three minutes ago:
Tizi: Are you a king?
Tip:@everyone
Bearing: No. 1.
"Jiang Yao, Wupai, I'm waiting for you." Zhou Cheng turned on the King of Glory and the necessary voice changer.
Jiang Yao, who had just finished taking a shower, came out of the bathroom. He wiped his dripping hair with a towel in one hand, opened a bottle of Coke in the other, and said "hmm" in a neutral voice.
He raised his head while drinking Coke, and the spilled Coke slid down his chin to his Adam's apple.
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but be mean: "Tsk, the beauty is out of the bath."
Jiang Yao was no longer surprised by his despicable behavior. He wiped his neck with a wet wipe, climbed on the king, and asked casually: "Where is Xiaobai?"
"I was called out."
In order to avoid microphone interference, Jiang Yao turned off the receiver and microphone.
"Fans want to see your interaction, can I record a video?" He Ye asked cautiously.
"Record it as you like, whatever the girl does is right!" The question doesn't matter.
"Just take Yao and I'll help rob her." Zhou Cheng felt that Jiang Yao was no longer repelling Yao Mei and was more courageous now through his experience playing the game last time.
"Don't you care about the lineup?" He Ye said, but still chose to help rob Yaomei.
Perhaps it was because there were more girls in the team, so they all rushed to get a position where they could show off, leaving the Master Jiang Yao position.
Jiang Yao was also happy to be a bastard and took the tools to become a mage.
As soon as he entered the game, Tizi reminded him in a low voice: "Ono doesn't have to compete with the mid laner."
"Why?" He Ye was puzzled.
"The mid laner hates Yao." Tizi explained patiently, "You don't even know how crazy he was before."
"What's wrong?" There was a little excitement hidden in He Ye's voice.
"Girls are not allowed in our team, and all the horses are banned."
"As a result, we have been single for many years." The illiterate Momo added, "That's how the Monk Temple came about."
"Are you sure that's why you're single? Isn't it because..." Jiang Yao, who had been silent, stabbed her silently.
"Dad, I was wrong!" The illiterate begged for mercy quickly.
"Yeah, good boy."
Knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements.
"Actually, I have encountered a similar convoy before." Yao from He Ye followed Zhou Cheng's shooter closely, "I even wondered if he was misogynistic."
"Yinhe is much better now. He doesn't reject you so much. You can play whatever you want." Zhou Cheng was afraid that He Ye would feel burdened.
Zhou Cheng's receiver was on the outside, and Jiang Yao heard the conversation clearly. He didn't know how to explain why he didn't reject her. Maybe it was because his name had "禾" in it, or maybe it was because he had a similar temperament.
Sun Shangxiang defeated him twice.
"This wave of operations is full of details, the level of the national server!" He Ye blew a rainbow fart at Zhou Cheng.
"Thanks to you! The national server assists." Zhou Cheng and her started a business exchange.
Hearing this, Jiang Yao silently added something in his mind: Maybe it's because these dog legs have similar personalities.
"Wow! Mulan, your bloodthirsty flash is so awesome!"
"The jungler is so awesome, and the timing of entering the field is also great. I can kill the opponent's double C instantly!"
Heye continued to output rainbow farts, and several people were praised to the point of being a little carried away.
It was probably because my mind was wandering and I didn't pay attention to the details, so the situation started to become a little headwind.
After a small team battle, Heye's Yao was knocked down from the shooter by the enemy.
He Ye didn't think too much and just clicked on the ultimate move. Unexpectedly, it landed on Yinhe's mage. It fell down in seconds, and he said with a little disgust: "I'm sorry, the default health volume is the lowest. It was wrong."
He turned around and focused on the shooter.
Galaxy's residual health was harvested by the assassin on the opposite side, and the shooter barely escaped due to the bonus of Yao's shield.
Zhou Cheng, who witnessed the whole process, was a little carried away: "Retribution! Yinhe, you also have today! You are disliked by girls, hahahaha."
While waiting for resurrection, Jiang Yao put down his cell phone, crossed his legs, propped his elbows on the table, held his chin in his hands, tilted his head, and looked at him with a half-smile.
Feeling an inexplicable sense of oppression, Zhou Cheng glanced at him with a guilty conscience, laughed twice, and then fell silent.
"I have a question that fans are most curious about, please help answer it!" He Ye looked at the top question in the Weibo comment area and felt a little embarrassed to ask.
"Speaking."
Original words: Should Bearing and Galaxy wear clothes when sleeping?!
It's not a good idea to ask directly, so I polished it a little: "What do you wear to bed?"
Zhou Cheng, who just wanted to change the topic, didn't expect this large-scale question and didn't know how to respond.
"He..." Jiang Yao glanced at him, paused deliberately, and continued in an understatement with a hint of ridicule, "Wearing the emperor's new clothes."