Chapter thirty-ninth distressed man is the beginning of misfortune
Jiang Yao didn't respond to him, so Zhou Cheng couldn't help but continue: "You will know her perspective a few times."
"Xiaojiu is a man." He said firmly.
Jiang Yao rarely gets distracted when playing games. He doesn't like to pay too much attention to others, let alone keep focusing on one person's perspective.
After helping Heye capture the opponent several times, he was a little unsure. His playing style was too similar and he was a complete opportunist.
Specializes in grabbing heads.
As if just to be sure, the number of times I went to help Heye arrest people increased significantly.
Zhou Cheng also noticed this detail, and Guan Mai joked: "Don't you believe me? Why do you keep coming to arrest me?"
"Compared with Xiaojiu, her details are far behind." After feeling it out, Jiang Yao went to help the orphan in the top lane who was complaining. "Her positioning is not very good either."
Zhou Cheng's mind was spinning fast and he turned on the microphone to communicate: "Xiaoye, do you have a brother?"
"Yes, I have."
The two people looked at each other with vague expectations.
The shooter on the opposite side may have been caught and collapsed, sending a message that was visible to everyone on the public screen.
Both love and her are lost: the shooter on the opposite side has the ability to fight in a one-on-one battle.
Zhou Cheng ignored the news and continued to ask: "Who is it?"
"Isn't it brother Yinhe!" The voice was soft and sweet.
The next second a line of words appeared on the public screen.
Heye: Are you a big turd? Do you still need me to pick?
Jiang Yaoshuye's hand paused for a moment. This was the first time he had ever seen someone change his face so quickly.
It is clear that one second you are shouting back to your brother or brother, but the next second you can quarrel with others.
Her voice came from the receiver again: "Brother Yinhe, guess where my heart is?"
Jiang Yao didn't know what trick she was going to play, but he cooperated and typed: left.
"No, it's on your side."
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Shen Qinghe is so evil that he takes advantage of every opportunity to tease him. After all, who can resist the temptation of ten carnivals?
There was no sound for a long time.
Open the battle panel and both people's microphones are turned off.
Yinhe: Then you won’t live anymore?
It was also the first time for Shen Qinghe to meet such a straight man. The boys she flirted with on live broadcast usually acted coquettishly and acted cutely.
Great! Man, you managed to get my attention.
I used to read all kinds of earthy love stories on the Internet, and Shen Qinghe opened his mouth and said, "I seem to have eaten too much salt recently."
Galaxy: Do you have thyroid?
The sentence "Why else would I have so much time to think about you?" was stuck in my mouth and I couldn't say it.
This man is allergic to romance.
So angry! You still have to keep smiling.
Bearing might not be able to stand it anymore and tried to change the subject: "Xiaoye, who did you learn from as a shooter?"
Shen Qinghe suspected that he saw that her style of play resembled that of Song Ci, so he said, "I learned it by watching the live broadcast of Song Ci."
It's not a lie, after all, I learned it from Song Ci, but I was taught by him personally.
"Do you know who you learned Song Ci from?"
"have no idea."
"Learned from Song Ci and Yinhe."
Shen Qinghe rolled her eyes. She admitted that Yinhe was very strong, but Song Ci was a professional player, so it would be inappropriate to praise him so much.
I didn't take this to heart either.
"How about you accept Yinhe as your master?" Xiongzhi suddenly suggested.
Shen Qinghe thought about it for a while, she couldn't live broadcast as a shooter and jungler, and she had to hide some little habits, so she couldn't show her full strength.
After resuming training, she continued to live broadcast with the help of a mage. She spent nearly four or five hours a day on King. Not only did she lack energy, but she also delayed her studies.
If you accept Yinhe as your master, you can train and live broadcast at the same time, and you won't be easily targeted.
The Milky Way is nothing more than a mouthful and a straight forward person.
The pros outweigh the cons.
"Okay!"
The two of them just made a decision, without any regard for the reaction of the person involved, Yinhe.
Galaxy:?
"What's the question mark? Who allowed you to ask the question mark?" Shen Qinghe's tone was arrogant, not like a disciple.
Galaxy: I don’t agree.
"You don't need to agree, as long as I agree."
"Okay, stop arguing. We have to ask for his opinion. Yinhe, are you willing to accept Heye as your disciple?" Xiangzhi still has some conscience, but not much. "If you don't want to, just turn on the microphone to communicate."
Without giving Yinhe any time to turn on the microphone, Xiongzhi continued: "You didn't voice any objections, so it was a happy decision!"
Galaxy: Forced buying and selling?
Shen Qinghe has always been able to catch people's weaknesses: "Master, brother, please choose one of these two titles!"
Galaxy: Master and Disciple.
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The Mid-Autumn Festival comes later than in previous years.
It was already evening when Shen Qinghe and Wen Jingjing finished busy with the e-sports club.
Most of the people in the school have left, only those who stay overnight from far away are still in school.
Shen Qinghe didn't like to bring too many things, so he only packed some simple live broadcast equipment and clothes that he didn't have time to wash in his bag.
There is a bus leading to her home right in front of the school, and it can be reached in about half an hour without traffic jams.
It was dusk, and some of the people staying overnight came out together to play in the snack street near the school.
Shen Qinghe lowered his eyes and kicked pebbles with the toes of his shoes.
I don’t know where Jiang Yao lived?
His parents probably don't have time to spend time with him. Uncle Jiang just flew abroad a few days ago.
Why don't you ask him to go home with you?
Shen Qinghe shook his head and tried to wake himself up. Don't feel sorry for the man. Feeling sorry for the man is the beginning of misfortune.
I looked up to see if the bus was coming.
A car stopped near her.
Her first reaction was a kidnapping case in a Hong Kong movie, where girls are forced into a car.
Be vigilant.
He took a step to the side and approached his uncle who was waiting for the bus.
Taking a closer look, in the driver's seat was her mother who had never seen Shen Nong before and after her.
He jogged over and said, "Mom, you're here to pick me up."
Wei Shu didn't dare to look at her daughter: "Get in the car."
Shen Qinghe opened the back door, and Jiang Yao was already sitting in the car. It seemed that he had been sitting there for a while. His coat was placed on the seat next to him, and he was leaning on the back of the chair without any formality.
He seemed to notice her.
Jiang Yao's eyes fell on her, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a provocative arc.
"Why are you here?" Shen Qinghe was a little surprised. She thought he would be detained in school.
Wei Shu couldn't stand it anymore: "How can you, a kid, talk?"
Jiang Yao interrupted the scolding words she was about to say, picked up her clothes, lowered her eyelashes, and opened the door as if to leave: "I know my sister doesn't welcome me, it's okay, I'm leaving."
Wei Shu looked at Jiang Yao's aggrieved expression through the rearview mirror, feeling heartbroken, and said in a soft tone: "Don't move, she has to leave too."
Shen Qinghe, who had done nothing, was confused. He thought they were mother and son.
"Can't you get on the bus? If not, take the bus."
Shen Qinghe didn't dare to say anything and got into the car neatly.
After she got in the car, Jiang Yao huddled in the corner, with nowhere to rest her long legs.
"What are you doing?" Shen Qinghe was confused and didn't recognize Jiang Yao now.
"Sister said, keep your distance."
Wei Shu became even more angry when she heard this: "Don't listen to her, she will bully you. Do you act like a sister? People call you sister, and you still..."