Barrage:

"Local tyrant..."

"Daddy..."

"Get out of the way, that's my dad~~"

"Daddy~~"

"This is my dad, don't rob me."

...

For a while, the barrage was all with the words "Dad".

In a room in Nandu, Ling Qi sneezed several times in a row, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and looked at the screen full of "Dad".

Ling Qi: ....

There are so many more sons at once, and I really don't know how to deal with it.

...

Mr. Shan continued to broadcast live, maintaining an enthusiastic attitude throughout the whole process, chattering, and chattering to fans about the gameplay of the new heroes while playing Baili Xuance.

He is a professional anchor who does not render too many negative emotions to the fans in the live broadcast room.

Even if Mr. Shan felt uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

chattered for three hours and won nine games in a row, and the popularity of the live broadcast room has remained high, beating the cola of the bent live broadcast platform next door.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Mr. Shan turned off the live broadcast.

Sitting in one position for three hours in a row, playing games, my arms hurt, my throat hurts, my waist hurts...

Mr. Shan stretched his waist, scratched his hair indiscriminately, and asked habitually: "Silence, there are still crayfish ...... it."

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Mr. Shan's face faded.

Where is there silence ...

It's long gone.

Mr. Shan grabbed the water cup next to him and drank two sips of water to moisten his throat.

He has learned to put a glass of water next to his computer desk.

Silence was there before, and silence did everything for him.

Not now, he forgot him in silence, Luo Zhen begged him with dignity and life, and Shan always had to live alone.

Fans thought that the mountain was the same as before.

As everyone knows, across a screen, no one can understand Mr. Shan's inner thoughts, and they don't know how uncomfortable he is now.

Game streamers play games for everyone to make everyone happy and relaxed.

In an empty room, talking to a screen is actually a very lonely thing. Talking to fans one second ago, it was lively. turned off the live broadcast, and he was the only one left in the world.

Empty.

......

Mr. Yama stood up and walked to the window to take a look.

In the small garden, everyone was still making barbecues lively, and the music of "Horse Pole" resounded in the sky.

Li Huaiyu magically appeared in front of the barbecue grill, eating kebabs elegantly and continuously...

Chu Xiaoxi and Shen Yan are learning to make barbecue, and they have learned well.

Immediately Fei, Fatty, Lao Bai and TG Super Play will have a group of players drinking and laughing.

Silence and Lu Zuoyu were talking under the big tree, and the light illuminated the backs of the two people slender and straight...

Mr. Shan stared at the silent back for a while, rubbing his eyes, feeling a little pitiful.

Unspeakably pitiful...

"Dididi..."

The phone in my pocket rang.

The caller was Mr. Shan's mother.

Mr. Shan suppressed the emotions in his heart and changed to a happy tone: "Mom, you haven't slept so late?" Did Dad, he sleep? ”

Mother Yang hesitated and asked in a low voice, "Child, have you encountered something unpleasant recently?" ”

Mr. Shan was stunned for a moment, and quickly denied: "No, I'm very good." I've been preparing for the KPL Autumn Tournament and I'm very busy. No, I just finished the live broadcast. ”

Silent about hospitalization, Mr. Shan did not disclose it to his family.

Mother Yang pushed her glasses, glanced at her husband next to her, and squeezed her mobile phone: "Your dad is watching your live broadcast these days... He thinks you're not in a good mood all the time. ”