Zhao Yinxi’s eyes were blank, and his heart was broken and hesitant.
WeChat ringtone rings.
When I picked it up and took a look, I found that Li Haoran had already sent a series of voice messages.
"Brother Ran, you are so awesome! I saw on the friend list that you actually passed the level. Do you have any secrets? I recharged 800 yuan today, but I still couldn't reach Feimeng level 8. Do you have any equipment to support me?
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"Brother Ran, if you have passed the level, you should be able to upgrade to its Jiuxiao series. Master Du's amazing work, you must support it! Hahaha!"
......
The Du Master that Li Haoran mentioned should refer to Du Wenjie. Now the "Flying" Group is promoting the developer of this project as Du Wenjie. Most people, including those senior players, don't know the inside story.
"Brother Ran, this Friday night at 8 o'clock, Du Dashen will have a live broadcast by his favorite fan. Let's go together then! He is the most powerful person I have ever seen in fifteen years. There is no one else."
Obviously, Li Haoran paid homage to this game god who deceived the world and stole his fame.
"Brother Ran, I need some equipment support, please wait online! If it doesn't work, I can only top up another 800. Hey, my grandfather has been hospitalized recently, and it's not very convenient to ask for money." Li Haoran continued to talk to himself. p>
Zhao Yinxi was depressed and irritable, and responded with a series of voice messages:
"Your grandpa is sick, but you still recharge money to play games? Have you visited your grandpa tonight? Did you do your homework tonight? Don't you feel bad when you recharge money? Your grandpa's money was blown away by the strong wind.
Can you stop playing games all day long and be more sensible, promising and like a student?"
This barrage of questions came from Xiao Ran, which made Li Haoran unbelievable.
Xiao Ran, a veteran game player who earns money for money, Xiao Ran, a master who is tired of learning and a benchmark for scumbags, what’s going on recently?
"Ran, Brother Ran, did I hear you wrong? What are you talking about?" Li Haoran looked at her.
"Mandarin!" Zhao Yunxi was still angry, as if he was very angry. But who was he angry with?
Until late at night, Zhao Yunxi was still thinking wildly in bed, disturbed by his past affairs and reputation.
In the chaotic dream, countless people pointed at him and shouted, asking him to die quickly. On the other side, his gray-haired parents were begging him to live...
When Zhao Yinxi struggled to wake up, it was already broad daylight. In this split and torn dream, he actually struggled for several hours. No wonder his pajamas were soaked with sweat.
Finally knowing what a thousand people were referring to, Zhao Yunxi smiled bitterly. If this continues, he must go crazy. Zhao Yinxi felt that he could no longer bear it, and he wanted to comfort and talk.
Zhao Yinxi took out her mobile phone and edited a text message like this:
"Teacher, a game master I admired died young, but people on the Internet are abusing him. What do you think?"
This message was sent to Chen Yang. Chen Yang had already disclosed his mobile phone number to his classmates. This was the first time that Zhao Yinxi took the initiative to contact Chen Yang.