Chapter 17: I really want to beat you to death with a stick
In recent days, Song Yichen has been strange.
Han Feiyu thinks so.
However, it was rare that he did not find any trouble, and he was finally able to resume the single life he had been hoping for for a short time.
Lock yourself in your room and call a few sons to play games, or lie under the covers and read novels.
Song Yichen dresses up beautifully every day, and the whole person goes out mysteriously early in the morning, not knowing where to do something.
She didn't take the initiative to say it, and Han Feiyu was not curious enough to ask.
"Jungler, are you playing with your feet?"
"You brush the field when you catch people on the other side, and you are still brushing the field on the other side, why are you still being pressed by the third level?"
"You've been wandering around the wilderness, are you choosing a cemetery for your unfortunate mother?"
"Hurry up, hurry up, the price of the cemetery will increase later!"
"And this two Teletubbies on the lower road, holding a defensive tower daddy can be directly crossed over the tower?"
"WDNMD, I ordered this game, and I'm unlucky to meet a few of you waste. β
In the game, Han Feiyu controlled the character and walked slowly to the line, seeing that several fathers on the opposite side had begun to huddle together and take the pioneer father to dismantle his own defense tower, and after walking a few steps, he was still hiding in the autistic grass and could not do anything.
Tab looked at the jungler level twelve on the opposite side, and his poor Amumu was only level nine with his unlucky green head.
Record 0-6.
Good guys, this is still playing with your grandma's legs.
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Casually glancing at the time in the upper right corner, it was not yet twenty minutes.
Someone had already initiated a surrender just now, and the four-to-one vote in fifteen minutes did not pass.
You don't have to think about it to know that it's this unscrupulous jungler who refuses to surrender.
still uphold the last stubbornness.
Riveting vigorously brushing the wild.
Just when Han Feiyu's eyes were in a daze, it died again.
Dead again......
He's dead......
Finish......
Han Feiyu pressed the space bar and silently typed a few characters on it quickly.
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After thinking about it, I didn't send it out, but I held down the delete button to delete it all.
Forget it, I'm tired.
Maintaining a good gaming environment is everyone's responsibility.
Finally held on until twenty minutes, and in the middle of the runner's cursing in the bottom left corner, the torturous game finally came to an end.
Han Feiyu came to the data interface outside the game, didn't say a word of nonsense, and decisively reported this cute jungler.
"The player's level is too low, and it is recommended to be hospitalized for brain defects. β
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After doing everything, Han Feiyu leaned back on the chair behind him and lit a cigarette in a chic manner.
Click on today's record with the mouse, and it is a miracle red.
Is Miracle Really Red?
It's funny enough!
Han Feiyu took a hard puff of his cigarette.
Looking at the time, the "good son" was finally about to get off work.
I turned on my phone and quietly typed a question mark in a group chat called "Night Operation Squad".
In the next second, an ID with "Yizi Kiki" also issued the same question mark.
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The code docking was successful, and Han Feiyu quickly and decisively launched the voice.
"Good son, do you miss your dad again?"
"I miss your mother's size, the sand sculpture hurry up and get on the number, and you can catch up with the second-way car, you have already lost for a day, come and wait for you to take off." β
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After a few minutes, an in-game ID flashed up.
"'Campus Spring' invites you to play. β
Han Feiyu was in a good mood as if the flowers happened to meet spring, and leaned forward to accept the invitation.
"Hey, hey, hey. β
"Hey, hey, hey, my son is off work?"
"Dog thing, you can't do it without your father, I'll see your record today. β
"Look at a hammer, a red. β
"I'll just tell you that you usually play matching, what kind of ranking you play. β
"You don't understand. β
"Yes, yes, I don't understand, hurry up and choose a location, it's too late to be pressing, hurry up and get in the car. β
"Open up!"
Han Feiyu swept away the previous decadence and depression, continued a cigarette, and started fighting again.
Three hours later, Han Feiyu was content to lean back tactically back.
Don't poke, really don't poke, the feeling of hugging your thighs really doesn't poke.
Ahem, of course, he also contributed, after all, this is a team game.
It's just that when Han Feiyu opened the list of records, there were three small words under each record.
Lie down to win......
But happiness is real.
Hahaha.
Just when Han Feiyu was beaming, the sound of the door lock turning sounded outside.
His hand holding the mouse paused for a moment, hesitated a little, and finally thought about it but still didn't continue any action, still talking and laughing with the "good son" and continued to play the game.
Try to win a few more today, and rush out of this rank in one go.
Woo woo, it's been a long time since I've seen what the frame of platinum looks like.
Han Feiyu misses it very much, the last time the game hit the platinum rank seemed to be four years ago, and now it is already a thing.
Now he has more than enough to play the silver and gold ranks, but he is not enough.
Damn, either I met a pit with a bubble in my brain or I took a sister's booster.
No wonder fewer and fewer people are playing this game.
There is no game that is always popular, and there is no one who can accompany anyone for a lifetime.
Meow~
Suddenly, there was a cat meow from life, Han Feiyu turned around, and saw the "flower arm" sneaking into the room when he didn't know what, blinking at him with cute big eyes.
Han Feiyu understood what it meant.
Do you want to hug?
So I took advantage of the gap in the game and reached out to hold it in my arms.
The "flower arm" nested on Han Feiyu's legs, found a comfortable position and curled up in a ball, and the two pink little jios kicked around in the air rhythmically.
Knowing that Han Feiyu had slammed it on its back several times, he honestly quieted down.
"Good son, dad will take you flying. β
"Oh, really?"
A new game begins.
Han Feiyu was ready to do another big job, and he would go to prepare dinner.
"Xiao Yuyu, have you had dinner?"
Suddenly, Song Yichen's voice came from outside, and Han Feiyu's hand paused for a moment.
Strangely, she took the initiative to ask herself if she had dinner today.
Could it be that the sun is coming out in the west?
Han Feiyu hesitated again and again but didn't plan to respond immediately, he was really afraid that he would accidentally fall into her pit again.
"Little Feather?"
"Hey, isn't it at home, isn't the light in the room on?"
Song Yichen's voice came again, and she stepped on and took off her shoes and slowly came to the door of Han Feiyu's room.
The door to the room was not closed, and the light spilled into the living room.
She was lying at the door and saw Han Feiyu sitting on a chair concentrating on the game.
Subconsciously thought that Han Feiyu didn't hear it because he was wearing headphones, but he didn't know that in fact, Han Feiyu was pretending not to answer her.
"Hey, you're playing a game, so serious?"
"Have you had dinner, are you hungry?"
Song Yichen sat by the window not far from Han Feiyu, with an inexplicable smile on his face, obviously carrying a bad stomach.
Han Feiyu glanced at him coldly while playing the game.
Guarded, she didn't speak, and she was ready to see what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd.
Damn woman, as long as I don't open my mouth, you won't find my flaws.
Hey, hey, hey.
Under Han Feiyu's cold appearance, the wishful thinking in his heart crackled.
"Is it hot?"
"Would you like a cold drink?"
"It looks like there's a new cold drink shop nearby. β
"Little Feather?"
"Ah, you can say something!"
"Han dog!"
Song Yichen couldn't help but feel a little anxious when she saw that Han Feiyu hadn't responded, which made her have no place to say what she had already prepared in her heart.
It's just so uncomfortable.
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Option 1 fails, start option 2!
Hee-hee-hee.
I didn't expect that.
Song Yichen returned to his room and turned back a few minutes later.
Holding two delicate and small cakes decorated with strawberries in his hands, he tiptoed to Han Feiyu's side again.
The clothes on his body were obviously changed just now, pink hot pants and a white short shirt, plus a pair of flip-flops.
Sitting on Han Feiyu's left hand side, a pair of long legs that were so white and even a little dazzling were cocked under the light, and the flip-flops on the pink soles of his feet swayed up and down, making people a little itchy.
Han Feiyu still didn't speak, and quietly moved the seat to the right, wanting to get as far away from her as possible.
"Xiao Yuyu, don't patronize the game, come and eat a piece of cake. β
"Strawberry flavored oh, your favorite flavor. β
"Hehehe. β
The screen in front of Han Feiyu's eyes was gray again, and the jungler on the opposite side of the dog day, I don't know if he had a grudge in his previous life, and he had already taken care of him three times in five minutes.
It's like using him as an ATM.
It's about to be washed away as RBQ, and his own jungler is still guarding his one-third of an acre looking for the pages that disappeared in the household registration book.
I wish you the old man to find it one day sooner, don't get lost!
Han Feiyu wiped his face very helplessly, turned his head and saw Song Yichen smiling.
Speechless and choked.
"Come on, open your mouth, I'll feed you!"
Han Feiyu: "......"
I'm afraid I haven't been poisoned, right?
Han Feiyu became suspicious.
And at this moment, in the headphones, the "good son" suddenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong.
"Han Feiyu, what are you doing? Why do I hear a woman's voice? There is a woman next to you?"
"You heard me wrong, it's my pet dog barking. β
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Song Yichen's eyes widened, is the pet dog talking about her?
Good for you, Korean dog!
Song Yichen put down the cake in his hand and attacked the soft meat on Han Feiyu's waist with lightning speed.
"Ahhh
Han Feiyu covered the injured part, and his face was covered with a mask of pain.
"What did you just say? Who is a pet dog?"
Song Yichen asked fiercely.
"Didn't say anything, you heard me wrong. β
The eldest husband can bend and stretch, and Han Feiyu decisively chooses to be aggrieved temporarily.
"Hey, hey, hey?"
"Han Feiyu, good son?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"The young man is very powerful, this is going to live together, pay attention to safety, be careful to get killed!"
"When will you get married, remember to send me an invitation when the time comes!"
The words of "good son" in the headset are endless like cannons.
Han Feiyu's brows twisted into twists, but he replied without a good face, "Roll the calf, Lao Tzu is still single!"
Take off the headphones and toss them aside, and press the ESC very expertly.
Initiate a surrender.
The other four also quickly clicked to agree.
"After class, that's all for today. β
Han Feiyu deducted a sentence in the chat interface, and then turned off the game quickly.
The soft flesh on the left waist still has a dull pain.
This hateful woman is really ruthless.
Just as Han Feiyu was crying bitterly, a strawberry stained with white cream appeared in front of him.
"Now, try one. β
Song Yichen smiled and handed the strawberry to his mouth with a toothpick.
Han Feiyu was not polite, and ate it directly into his mouth.
Damn, a slap and a sweet date.
As a man, I am also dignified, how can I give in so easily!
Uh-huh...... The strawberries are not bad, very sweet.
Where to buy, next time I will buy more and come back.
"Are strawberries delicious? β
"Good...... Ahem, it's okay!"
"Then I'll do you a favor tomorrow. β
"Good...... No way!"
"Okay, okay, little feather. β
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"If you don't speak, I'll take you as a promise!"
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"Xiao Yuyu is the best, you will definitely have a lot of luck playing games in the future. β
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"Xiao Yuyu, why didn't you speak, were you moved by my blessing?"
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I really want to beat you to death with a stick!