At eight o'clock in the evening, the tentacles broadcast room 888 live.

The shaking music of "Seaweed Dance" sounded, and Shan always played the king game absentmindedly.

He played Marco Polo, and was extremely miserable by the enemy's assistants Zhang Fei and Gongsun Li.

At the critical moment, Mr. Shan subconsciously shouted to the side: "Silence, silence!" Help me, save me, save me———"

The rest of the words were stuck in Mr. Shan's throat.

In the past, when playing games, the silent support always followed him, resisting the enemy's damage at the first time.

The mountain is always shrunk in the game chair, and in the game interface, Marco Polo falls to the ground......

He sighed faintly, and the silence temporarily went home, as if the world had evaporated.

Live barrage:

"Silence is not there, no one can save you~"

"Passerby Bureau, auxiliary consciousness is definitely not as good as silence."

"I want to be silent on the fifth day, huh~"

"What about King, is it good for Mr. Xiaoshan and King to live broadcast~"

"Mr. Shan has not been in a state of live broadcast for the past few days..."

Barrage - [Today Shan Zonghe was silent and did not receive the certificate] sent a rocket-

...

Mr. Shan opened his eyelids, glanced at the dense barrage, and saw the familiar ID of [Mr. Shan and Silent Receiving the Certificate Today].

In the past, he only thought this ID was a joke, but tonight, for some reason, there was suddenly some unknown feelings in his heart.

Get a certificate?

What a strange word...

Mr. Shan, who did not have a live broadcast status, went off the air again in advance.

He felt a sore throat, and his fingers habitually scratched at the right side of the table, but nothing came into his hands...

In the past, he always had a glass of lemon honey water at the right temperature next to his desk, and he could hold it when he reached out...

Mr. Shan frowned, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

Habits are planted in the bones.

In the past, he would go home during the winter and summer vacations, but this time, Mr. Shan always felt uneasy.

Distraught, he simply left his messy room and went downstairs to find hot water to drink.

————

Training room on the first floor, late-night lighting.

Dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, she leaned lazily on a soft chair and rested her two long legs casually on the edge of the table.

With a lollipop in his mouth, his black eyes looked at ten lines, and he flipped through the auxiliary manual left by silence.

Ma Fei and Lu Zuoyu are discussing the strategy of team transformation.

After a simple glance at the manual, he said vaguely: "Brother, I will accompany you to play the national competition at most, and I will go back to the United States to study after the Spring Festival." ”

Lu Zuoyu turned over a page of game information and replied casually: "It's okay." During this time, you will transform and assist, and cooperate with the general manager of the mountain. ”

The level of silent support far exceeds that of the national uniform, almost reaching the level of professional players.

It is difficult to turn a violent and pure temper into a careful and patient support player in a short period of time.

Therefore, the team should develop into an offensive team.

With pure sharp eyes, he saw Lu Zuoyu's flexible right thumb, and said in surprise: "Your right hand is broken?!" ”

Lu Zuoyu: "Hmm. ”

The corners of Chunjie's mouth twitched: "I asked Xiaoxi to give you medicine last night, and you are the best actor at the Oscar." ”

Chu Xiaoxi, who was stupid, still pinched Lu Zuoyu's fingers on time every day, and carefully applied ointment to him.

As everyone knows, the old fox's bones have long been healed, and his fingers are as nimble as ever.

Immediately Fei's face showed disdain, and his nostrils snorted: "Sometimes I don't understand, Bing Cube, you are a black-bellied and vicious and cunning guy, why does Sister-in-law Xi like you stupidly?" Is the old man blind? ”

Lu Zuoyu calmly changed the topic: "Silence sent me a message yesterday, he enlisted in the army in a few days, and he has been ......in the army for three years and five years."

"Bang!"

The door of the training room was smashed, and the bright light leaked out, and a figure stood in the light at the junction of light and dark.

Mr. Shan's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't hear joy or sorrow: "Silence he just went home temporarily, he will come back!" Enlist? Three years and five years? What is that!! ”