At half past two in the morning, Shi Luo lay in bed and read the comments below his small Weibo.

"I may really owe a little ..." Shi Luo looked at the comments of the fans, his expression shocked, "This comment ... what are these? It's not as good as before! It's okay to continue scolding me and my bitch. "

Yu Yong just took a shower and casually wore half-sleeves and sweatpants as pajamas. He walked to the bed and shook the quilt to sit on the bed. "Is it good for you?"

"Now this is no longer an exaggeration ... this is a killing." Shi Luo was suspicious of himself for a moment, "Is my writing style really so good? I all say that I am an e-sports talent. Is it great? "

Shi Luo couldn't bear to look directly at the comments, and was faintly worried, "Following this stance, I even worry that some fans will take my small Weibo content as a light card and take it to the stadium."

Yu Yong imagined that prosperous age, but actually felt pretty good.

Shi Luo put down his mobile phone and lay flat on the bed, making it difficult to sleep. "I was blown ... I think my mother-in-law may really be a writer who was delayed by Internet addiction."

Yu Yong: "..."

Yu Yongjing said for a moment, "Although it is not good for me, I suggest you look at your comment and calm down."

Shi Luo paused, picked up his mobile phone to log in to his official account, before I saw the comment, I saw the private message that had burst, Shi Luo clicked on-

[How is he gentle? Don't indulge in men all day, practice guns well. ]

[Shishen, although I know you wo n’t admit it, I still want to remind you not to be too stubborn to that scumbag! ! ! ]

[How gentle is it? ? ? Although Yu Shen has never been in a relationship, obviously you two are not in the same position. You are up for grabs. Other people just give you a cup of hot water and feel that he is gentle! ! ! ]

[Although I am actually a fan of Whisper, but I still say something offending, he is really too good, you must be calm, do n’t like him more than he likes you, do you know if I worry about you, you It's too bad to fall in love, how can you always show love? ]

[Disturbing, I'm not at ease when the two of you are together. I'm really together and worried that you will be fooled by the scumbag .... Shishen, don't do everything you can, super worried about you. ]

Shi Luo looked at the real world for a while, and gradually returned to normal, "... how much sin did you make, so that your own fans are persuading me not to fall too deep."

"I don't know." Yu Yong was said to have been numb by scum man. "I have liked you and have only been with you, but I have been called scum man all day when I never knew you ... one year When I returned home for the New Year, my dad asked me specifically. "

Shi Luo turned his head to look at Yu Yong, "Ask what?"

"Ask me ..." Yu Yong recalled his father's original words and struggled, "Did you use the blind fan-chasing psychology of young fans to develop many unethical feelings."

Shi Luo suffocated and said in a simple way: "Fen Fan."

"He didn't understand this. He just searched for my ID occasionally. I could always see someone saying that I was a scum man." Yu Yong closed his eyes. "It was a deep misunderstanding ... Let my dad think that although I was not an adult, my private life was out. Unexpectedly, he also called the club specifically to let the club strengthen my management. "

Shi Luo smiled and whispered a moment later, "Do you need to clarify for you?"

"Is there anything to clarify?" Yu Yong didn't even care. "Someone said, I'm not scumming. Is it clear that you know it?"

Yu Yong turned sideways, hugged Shi Luo, and did not wake up half asleep, "Other people think that I will fall in love is a scum man ... After waiting for many years, I am still determined to you, not even more powerful ... Eat all the scum men ... "

Too late, Yu Yong was sleepy, and fell asleep after he finished.

The next day, I waited for the result of the night ’s draw. No one had the intention to train well. Old Joe did not arrange it. It was still to allow everyone to train freely and to supplement the live broadcast time. Luo was still struggling to stand alone for a while and did not rest. Old Joe was distressed when he saw it. "You can't do this for a while."

Shi Luo shook his head, "I'm not tired."

Old Joe really said, "I didn't say you, I mean your fans can't do it."

Shi Luo: "..."

Old Joe has cast shadows for Shi Luo as a sparring partner. "Is it difficult to be your fan? It's been a long time since you have been training with you all day and followed your high-intensity training. You can't even open a wheat! Playing professionally, what do you mean by mechanical training like this? "

"Resting for a while." Lao Qiao whispered, "Mr. Zhou came to me in the middle of the night yesterday and had to pay me the salary for sparring."

Lao Qiao refused a few times, but he could n’t afford Zhou Huo, and he was naturally happy to take a lot of money. Lao Qiao patted Shi Luo and urged, “I ’m going to take a lot of money this month and bought you cake ... Go downstairs to eat, and come back after a while. "

Shi Luo didn't mention that Yu Yong asked herself to find Zhou Huo. She was afraid that the old Joe would ask more about the stuffing, so he had to turn off the live broadcast and got up and went downstairs.

Yu Yong had just finished a game, looked up at Shi Luo's plane, and asked old Joe, "How many hours is he still missing?"

"It's still bad ..." Old Joe clicked on the live assistant who didn't quit on Luo's desktop when he opened it. "He must fill up this month when he fills up ... After five hours of broadcasting, he will get most of the signing fee for the live broadcast."

Yu Yong cancelled the queue in the game and picked up the phone to send a message to Shi Luo.

A moment later, Yu Yong's mobile phone shook, and Yu Yong glanced up and got up.

On the first floor of the base, Shi Luo took a paper towel and wiped the cream on his lips, exited the WeChat interface, and opened his app for the live broadcast platform.

The app recommends the homepage, and the Evil live room shows online.

Shi Luo clicked into his live broadcast room. The live broadcast room still had no camera and no microphone. It was very quiet. After a while, I saw that in the interface, the game client was opened and his account was logged out.

Fans didn't understand Shi Luo seconds and then seconds, and began to brush the barrage.

[Did the base break the network just now? hhhhh】

[Are you going to the trumpet, accidentally shut down the live room? 】

[Large has entered the top 10 of the national service, has he started practicing trumpet again? I am so hardworking! 】

[I ca n’t stand it ... are you tired? Others' live chat rooms are chatting, and only our live broadcast room seems to be sprinting for the college entrance examination. 】

[Ca n’t stand +1, the academic atmosphere of Shishen Live Broadcasting Room is too strong, and we have been training T0T intensively since yesterday]

Shi Luo's official game account was logged out, and the game client returned to the login interface. In the live interface, I saw the mouse cursor move to the login account. The person who is broadcasting is entering their letters one letter at a time.

Free-Whisper.

In the login interface, the password is hidden by default, but the game ID is not.

The person who controls the computer quickly enters the account password and successfully logs in to the client.

Shi Luo's ears were slightly red.

The barrage was so full in the live broadcast room that Shi Luo had to set up a simplified mode to barely see a few.

[? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

[This ... what ... what ... love ... condition? 】

[Uh ... Shishen suddenly wanted to play the doctor? Borrowing Whisper's number to play? 】

[He borrows a fart, Shi Cui himself has a medical account, the one that has not been used for a long time. 】

[What is the situation? ? ? 】

[@ Free-Whisper, there is a kid here who is stealing your account. 】

[I ’m crazy, am I secretly playing with your boyfriend ’s account? Oops ... cute. 】

[Talking blindly to mention your boyfriend, you, no, no, no. 】

【Don't take rhythm blindly! My Luo just can't see the laziness of his teammates! Not in the top ten of the national service! Also rush the teammate account into the top ten of the national service! This is how strong I am when I am young! 】

The game is logged in normally, the person who controls the computer starts to debug the keys, replaces several commonly used keys with his hand, and then the cursor moves down, clicks on the live assistant, and opens the microphone.

After a few keyboard sounds, Yu Yong's voice came from the live broadcast room.

"No one plays with me, he went down to eat, and I broadcast him for a while."

Shi Luo patted his hand on his face.

This is reduced to the simplified mode, and the barrage is no longer clear.

[Wu Cao Cao, why is your tone so natural? 】

[I am dead, I am dead, I am completely dead ...]

[Is it distressed that Evil has lived for too long, too hard? Fuck, Yu Zha Nan killed me! 】

[Yu Shen, you have time to make up time for others. Have you considered making up your own live broadcast room? 】

[Yu Shen, anyway, your sister grew up watching, tell your sister, are you really dating for the first time? 】

[What is this peerless gentle scum man ah ah ah ah ah ah ...]

[I ’m afraid I do n’t dare to say so much about the house management title, T0T, ah ah ah ah ah ...]

[Do you want to kneel so intimately? 】

[Living platform is crazy? For a signing fee, two players broadcast. 】

Yu Yong ordered the queue. The queue time of the medical therapist was relatively short. After clicking, seconds went in. Yu Yong entered the map and bought basic equipment. After the countdown ended, Yu Yong continued to adjust the different key positions in the game. In the middle, you can interact with the barrage one or two.

"Does God know? He certainly knows."

"He is not there, downstairs."

"I just sent him a message just now and said to make up for a while ... he said yes."

"Can't make up for it in the future? That would have to be watched by God ... to see if he would let me play his live broadcast."

Downstairs, Shi Luo was afraid that her aunt saw her face unnatural, and went to the window with the cake, eating the cake mechanically and watching the live broadcast on the mobile phone.

"Why did I make him up ..."

In the live room, Yu Yong took a bit of blood, with a faint smile in his voice, "Why did I make up for him, this question is well asked ... I am happy to chant, but what can I do."

"He didn't take the initiative to call me."

In the live broadcast interface, Yu Yong's medical doctor chopped melons and cut vegetables, and took another head.

"I just want to help him make up time, just like your live broadcast room."

"My own live room ... continue to grow grass."