Chu Xiaoxi was shocked by the new name of the great god, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

The great god was calm as usual: "Next Sunday is the preliminary round of Nandu, don't worry." ”

Chu Xiaoxi pursed her lips and hesitated to poke a few words: "Great God, your new name... That's good. ”

With such a simple and crude name, Chu Xiaoxi couldn't help but suspect that he was the great god on purpose...

Then he shook his head violently, impossible!

After getting along for so long, although the great god doesn't talk much, and the game always silently carries the whole audience, the great god will not be the kind of person who is too black-bellied!

The great god was silent for a moment and said, "Mr. Shan used my number last night. ”

Chu Xiaoxi patted her little chest, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be the screen name that Xiaoshan always changed to the great god, which is very in line with the personality of Xiaoshan's face. I'll just say, the great god can't be such a despicable person!

On the other side, Mr. Shan, who was broadcasting live, suddenly sneezed.

Mr. Shan rubbed the bridge of his nose and asked the audience in the live broadcast room: "Brother Wodi~ Which brother thinks of me so much?" ”

Barrage:

Make a face, vulgar...

Chu Xiaoxi put down the mustard in her heart, and she was in a good mood.

So, [I am the king] took [I want to be the king], with the identical avatar on the top of his head, and calmly dived into the king's canyon, setting off an unquiet storm...

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In the public elective class on Monday, the old professor was talking about the boring American narrator David Herman's "Cognitive Drafts, Sequences, Stories: Elements of Postclassical Narratology"...

The early summer sun is shining, the cicadas outside the classroom are chirping, and the classroom is dull and noisy.

Qin Yi was bored lying on the table playing with her mobile phone, Chu Xiaoxi took out the notebook dedicated to the king mage, and reviewed some of the mage's basic operation skills.

Forgive a scholar's learning method, Chu Xiaoxi, a typical liberal arts student, just plays a game, and also likes the combination of theory and practice.

In the back seat are a few boys, who can't understand the narratology invented by aliens, and are quietly huddled together, wearing headphones and secretly playing the glory of kings.

"My buddy works in the student union, and he told me a shocking secret about next Sunday's preliminary round!" Boy A casually mentions it.

Boy C: "You're talking about the Glory of Kings High School Competition, the preliminary round of Nandu?" ”

Boy A: "Listen to my buddy, there is a team that signed up, and it is actually WD. ”

Boy B, who was jungled with Han Xin, was stunned, and suddenly raised his voice: "WD!" Damn, fake! ”

A loud roar exploded a mine in the dreary classroom, and the old professor's thick lenses reflected a strange light.

The old professor held his glasses and said slowly: "This male classmate, you seem to have an opinion on the theory I am talking about. Then please summarize the transplantation and creation of narratology in China, and give examples of the translation and introduction of Western narrative theory and the construction of Chinese narrative theory. ”

Boy B: ...

The class burst into laughter.

It took a while for the knowledgeable old professor to let the poor child go.

Boy A held back a smile and whispered: "This year, imitation has become a trend, maybe it is a few boys and girls who have a crush on Mr. Shan or the great god, and they have scribbled the team name by themselves." ”

Boy C: "You are stupid, how can a master like king appear in our Nandu University!" The world won't be so small! ”

Chu Xiaoxi, who bowed his head and flipped through his notes in the front row, silently slandered: The WD team participating in the competition is 100% pure and natural WD.

Besides, I'm also a mage of the clan...

The world is so small.