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K-trained Lin Miao was wearing headphones and was mechanically completing the operations he had calculated countless times in front of the screen in the dark.

The light on the screen hit his smooth jawline, setting off the high bridge of his nose even more heroically.

Glancing at the signal reminder of his teammates on the minimap, Lin Miao's right hand quickly and quickly clicked on the map to retreat, and just after taking a few steps, the moment the light of a skill appeared, his hand reflexively began to dodge.

Almost scripted operation, after evading the enemy's control in detail, Lin Miao immediately backhanded a set of precise operations to kill the opposite side on the spot.

In an instant, the opponent who had just been killed in the lower left corner immediately deducted 666.

Lin Miao glanced at it, continued to click on the map on the screen without any expression, and returned to the tower to continue replenishing troops.

At this time, the live broadcast room that broadcast Lin Miao's game screen was full screen with question marks and various complaints about the operation.

【？？？？？ It's really a script. 】

[Let's be a person!!!! 】

[Can you be a person, this is too strong. 】

[That wave was operated by a human just now? Calm counter-killing. 】

[Fine, fine, this operation is too fine. 】

[I can only ?????????? 】

【？？？？？？？？？？？？？ 】

[It's awesome. It is worthy of the hand speed of young people. 】

[The cat god can still be at the peak for a few years without a girlfriend, look at the brother of the group next door]

[This can be opened to my Tuanzi brother, I didn't expect it. 】

[I'm starting to look forward to the league upgrade of my PUFF team.] 】

[If this wave pulls the PUFF team back to the first-team team to play in the official league, it will really be the return of the master's youth. 】

【.......】

The barrage was lively, but the parties were very quiet.

Silently finishing the whole game, I saw "Victo."

y" popped up, Lin Miao decisively quit the game.

The light on the computer went from dark to bright so that Lin Miao couldn't help but squint, and subconsciously deviated to the side.

There are books on the shelves of the hotel, and I don't know if they were left by the previous guest or placed by the hotel itself, and when I glanced over, I saw a book called "The Strangulation of a Rainy Night".

From the cover to the name, it looks like a suspenseful horror novel.

Lin Miao tilted his head, stared at the book for a while, and then pulled it out and put it in front of his eyes.

"Author, Fukaike ....."

Turning the title page, a line of printed words written in a pen appears in front of you.

"May those who have hope always have hope - deep pool"

The handwriting of this pen is beautiful and upright, but the moment of signing at the end is very free.

Lin Miao raised his eyebrows slightly, touched the handwriting with his left hand, and his eyes changed a little.

Was it written by a girl?

**

Sunset and moonrise.

On summer nights, the clouds outside are always thick, giving the impression that the scorching sun is about to break through the clouds the next day.

However, it rained heavily that night.

The sound of the rain drifted along the breeze and hit the windows with a clattering sound.

Su Miao turned sideways and was leaning over the bed looking at the complaints from his other colleagues on his phone in recent days.

In the WeChat group, the confrontation of words on the constantly flashing dialog box is ridiculous.

The main complaints are the shrinkage of manuscript fees, readers' speculation, and the homogenization of the content of peers' writings.

After a series of ends, a group of people began a long conversation that did not sleep late at night.

Su Miao rarely appears in the group, usually diving.

Just as drowsiness came, and I was about to sleep, suddenly a picture popped up on the screen.

This is a tall boy who stands out in a crowd in a white T-shirt.

He was wearing a black hat and a pink ice cream in his hand, with a nonchalant expression.

Su Miao watched with one eye open, and after seeing that appearance clearly, she quickly woke up.

Those thin and cool Danfeng eyes....

As soon as this picture came out, a group of female authors below were quickly blown out and began to express their praise and.

With uncertainty, Su Miao typed.

[Sanshui: Who is this?] 】

As soon as Sanshui's nickname came out, the group was silent for three seconds, followed by a large-scale star-chasing scene.

Countless authors jumped out to express their love for Su Miao, and a lot of news swiped the screen, and there was no answer to this question.

With the mood of "disturbed", Su Miao quickly crossed out WeChat and came to Baidu.

Search for the words "FPD League professional player Lin Miao", and the information on Baidu quickly jumped out.

First of all, the photos of him playing.

It's really him.

In the photo, he is standing on the far left with a blank face and looking at the camera, the team uniform on his body is different from what he saw today.

Su Miao looked at it carefully for a long time, and after saving it in the album, she glanced at the time before finally putting down her phone and falling asleep.

**

In the early morning, outside the garden was the aftermath of last night's storm.

The flowers and grass that fluttered in the air, some of them were blown to pieces, and they looked messy.

Wen Ning wore a hat, opened the sliding door of the garden, and walked out to start tidying up.

Su Miao, who lived in the attic on the second floor, woke up passively, frowned on the bed and reluctantly opened her eyes.

I looked around in confusion, and only after a moment of trance did I realize that I had gone home.

Turning sideways, he grabbed his phone and looked at the time of half past eight, then sighed deeply and buried his head in the quilt.

Who has the heavens spared?

A few minutes after falling asleep, the mobile phone placed next to the pillow began to chant.

“lovi

g st

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ge.... lovi

g st

a

ge....." The female voice kept repeating in my ears.

Covering his face, his right hand accurately touched the mobile phone just now and slid it to answer, and said lazily in a hoarse voice: "Hey...."

"Sanshui !!" Luo Xiao, who had been a friend for many years, quickly popped up on the other end of the phone.

At that decibel level, Su Miao suddenly felt deaf in his right ear.

“..... Dead Luo Xiao, the old lady is deaf and will definitely come to the door to kill you. Su Miao took a deep breath, her brows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth a little.

"Sao Rui~~~ I'm so happy to hear that you're finally back. I miss you. When Luo Xiao heard this, he quickly said sorry in a fake way, and then changed his delicate voice and began to disgust people.

Su Miao took a deep breath and quickly pierced this person's mind, "If you want Su Yuan, just say it." Still miss me, I'm twenty-three anyway, can you have a face? ”

"Tsk. is worthy of being our great writer, and his ability to perceive people's minds is really strong. Me, I didn't just finish my work. Lonely, empty~" Luo Xiao leaned on the edge of the sofa, listening to Su Miao's straightforward words coming out of the headphones, and confessed with a grin.

"Luo Xiao, you are sick, you are only 18. And what's so good about him that you, a law graduate student, ponder all day long about a little kid. Besides, didn't you hate him the most? Listening to Luo Xiao's words, Su Miao suddenly woke up and jumped out of bed.

When I was a child, Su Miao was the biggest, Luo Xiao ranked second, and Su Yuan ranked third. The three of them went to the same school and went through three stages: kindergarten, elementary school, and junior high school.

Su Yuan has been weak and short since he was a child, and he loves to cry and make mistakes, as a female man with a height of 170, Luo Xiao's evaluation of Su Yuan is: slug, small follower.