"Oops! Who is it? Chen Le was directly woken up by that force, and he felt that just now, as if he had been slapped twice, the sides of his cheeks were hot and painful.

Sleeping is refreshing, being slapped by someone, no matter who is happy, not to mention Chen Le, who is already almost sleepy to the extreme, although he is tired from sleeping, and finally he is not waiting.

The night of the second watch was a little different from that watch, just like the eyes of the devil, the more you looked, the deeper it became, and it was gradually fused into one, and it could no longer be pulled out.

In the entire Penglai Town, there may only be two night owls in the video game city who haven't slept.

The virtual game accessor has now been successfully dragged down by Zhang Liao, but this strength is a bit too big, and his lord was accidentally injured.

Chen Le stared at the two bloodshot eyes, staring at the screen in front of him a little faintly, wanting to move his neck, but it felt sore, and Zhang Liao was a little embarrassed to still maintain that posture.

The brain is also a little bit of waking up because it has just woken up, and the whole person is muddy, and it takes a while to ease up this energy.

Glancing downward, he held the virtual game accessor in both hands, held high above his head, like a night pot, and had an embarrassed smile on his face.

I wanted to make a little move, but I was afraid that Chen Le would find out that he had done it just now, so I could only do it gently, gently.

The two of them suddenly fell into an awkward stalemate, Chen Le didn't look back to see who was making trouble behind his back, while Zhang Liao began to slowly put down his hands, wanting to pretend that nothing had happened.

His dull eyes stared at the screen on the arcade machine, and the reflection of the screen also put Zhang Liao's every move into it, which allowed Chen Le to discover who the troublemaker behind the scene was.

just sat in front of the arcade and yelled at the screen: "Zhang Wenyuan, what are you doing again?" The atmosphere also gasped here, and it seemed that Zhang Liao was so angry that he couldn't do it.

The last person who can yell at Zhang Liao like this is already dead, and Chen Le is the first person who can still sit here intact after roaring.

Zhang Liao is not a fool, of course he can understand that Chen Le is a little angry at the moment, and he also knows that he was a little rude just now.

Quickly put aside the virtual game accessor in his hand, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Chen Le, and stood there like a child who had made a mistake, preparing his own words.

"My lord, I ......," he said, "I just want you to rest quickly, so I am good at helping you." ”

After saying the last few words, he raised his head, and his fiery eyes seemed to tell his grievances, I am helping you, don't reprimand me.

"Help me, my face hurts to death." Chen Le covered his two big faces and rubbed himself here.

"I..." Zhang Liao was reprimanded like this, and wanted to continue to refute, but when the words came to his mouth, he still gave up.

"Forget it, it's nothing, you can help me get my pen and ink ready." Rubbing his two faces, then pointing to the pen and ink on the board, he said with a little sleepiness, as soon as the words fell, his eyelids closed again, and his head drooped.

"Huh? What do you do when you prepare pen and ink? Zhang Liao frowned, he really didn't understand, what kind of man his lord had already become, why did he need to prepare pen and ink? Could it be that he wanted to kick him out of the house with a letter of resignation?

"No, I can't let my lord drive me away, I still have to protect his safety." The brain quickly made up what Chen Le wanted to write on the paper, and took a step forward.

"Lord, you can't drive me away." Zhang Liao said a little anxiously, "I still have to protect you to play the game." ”

Thinking that he was standing beside Chen Le inch by the side just now, presumably Chen Le would not really be ruthless and say that he had taken it away, as long as he was soft, maybe it would be fine.

"Kick you away? What's the matter, I'm going to write something, you go quickly. Chen Le raised an eyelid with difficulty, looked at Zhang Liao with white eyes, and then closed it again.

It's so sleepy, even if you want to resist this sleepiness in your heart, but his body is still very honest, maybe even if you take two matchsticks and put them on Chen Le's eyelids, you will be crushed by the weight of his eyelids.

"Oh, oh." Hearing that his lord didn't mean that, he hurriedly agreed.

My heart was also much more comfortable, and I ran over to run errands for Chen Le, even Zhang Liao's previous master was also respectful to Zhang Liao, how could he let the five sons in his hands go to do such a hard work.

And Chen Lecai doesn't care if you are a good general, anyway, since you are in my hands, you are a part of my video game city, and you will live and die with me.

"My lord, here you go." Zhang Liao neatly placed the pen and ink on top of the arcade machine, and then stood respectfully next to Chen Le, rubbing his two eyes with the snow, wanting to see what his lord wanted to write with pen and ink.

Just like when you were a student, you still stood aside after handing in the papers, standing on your toes, trying to see what kind of marks the teacher would give you on your papers.

Hearing the sound of salsa coming from those papers, Chen Le shook his head vigorously, and pressed his temples with both hands, forcibly renewing his life.

"Whew, what am I going to write?" Picking up the brush, the first thing I asked myself was that my brain had stopped working, and I suddenly forgot what I was going to write.

But a familiar smiling face opened up the memories that were sealed in his brain.

Sun Yuantong's playful face suddenly broke into Chen Le's brain, and for some reason, it came so without warning.

Maybe even Chen Le himself doesn't know, because his brain has always kept this person in his heart, so as long as there is something slightly related to her, his own memory will be recalled at once.

When you taste the food of your hometown in other places, your memory will be directly related to the taste of your hometown, and you will recall your hometown from snacks, with her face, and recall your commitment to this girl and the story that happened that day.

A different afternoon, her request, a back, are all vivid.

Zhang Liao saw that his lord had not put down the pen for a long time, so he could only stand aside obediently, waiting for Chen Le's next dispatch.

"These behaviors of the lord are really getting more and more incomprehensible, maybe I've slept too long."