"Click!"

The door opened, and it was pitch black inside.

Why don't you turn on the lights, haven't they come back today?

Yu Wenwen was full of suspicion, and fumbled to turn on the switch.

"Smack!"

The streamers that fell from the sky frightened her by taking a few steps back.

"Wenwen, happy birthday!"

Aunt Zhang smiled, held the crown and put it on her head, and took off her schoolbag and the ribbon on her head.

"Happy birthday, sister!"

Her younger brother Zhang Xinyuan, who has just entered the first year of junior high school, is as tall as her.

Zhang Xinyuan took her by the arm and led her to a cake filled with candles, the number of which was exactly 17.

Yu Wenwen clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and made a wish - I hope that the people who love me are safe.

Take a deep breath and blow out all the candles.

When she shared the cake, she found out that Yu Wenwen and Jiang Shiyu had the same birthday.

However, Aunt Zhang told her that her father had found a good job and went for an interview in the past few days.

Yu Wenwen was holding a cake, biting a spoon, sitting on the sofa like an uncle, and her brother Zhang Xinyuan was playing with his mobile phone.

Take a closer look, he is watching a certain anchor fight the glory of the king.

"Don't you have to go to class tomorrow?"

Yu Wenwen also leaned over to watch, it was a beautiful young lady who was live broadcasting, and the room number was called "WG Auxiliary Lin Bangqing Take You Fly".

Zhang Xinyuan stared at the phone screen, with a slightly threatening tone, and preemptively struck.

"Don't tell my mother, or I'll tell my mother that you secretly bought a red wedding dress."

Yu Wenwen glanced at him, stuffed a mouthful of cake into his mouth, and said inarticulately: "That's not a wedding dress, that's my New Year's Day performance costume." ”

"This anchor is really good-looking."

Yu Wenwen's attention was all attracted by Lin Wanqing in the frame in the lower right corner, a standard goose egg face, red lips and white teeth.

"Sister, she is Lin Bangqing, the new assistant of WG, and now she has met the god of deep summer in her ranking, she plays support, and the god of deep summer plays shooter."

Zhang Xinyuan patiently explained to Yu Wenwen.

At the end, I didn't forget to dig a bite of the cake in Yu Wenwen's hand with the spoon in my hand.

"I heard that the surname of the great god of deep summer is Lin, and they are often double-rowed, we call them Shuanglin, but it's a pity that the great god of deep summer doesn't play professionally, otherwise they are CP!"

Surname Lin + Deep Summer = Lin Deep Summer!

It can't be such a coincidence!

Lin Shenxia should still be copying texts, or attending cram school, it shouldn't be him.

"Isn't WG's assistant a boy?"

Yu Wenwen clearly remembers that the WG players are boys.

Zhang Xinyuan dug another bite of the cake, and said in a slightly admiring tone: "She was officially announced today, and she can be regarded as a substitute for WG, but she is very powerful!" ”

It's really good to be able to become a pro.

Barrage –

Lin Jiajun No. 1: Qingqing, when will you make an official announcement with the Great God of Deep Summer?

Lin Jiajun No. 2: The great god is so cold in late summer, he doesn't open the microphone, he is clear, let him kneel on the durian after sowing!

Lin Jiajun No. 3: Qingqing, let the great god of deep summer show his face!

Lin Bangqing: Don't cue Lin Shenxia, I'm just a single dog, don't give us a CP! Please let it go!

What！

It's really called Lin Shenxia!

Yu Wenwen's eyes almost fell in shock.

She quickly took out her mobile phone and called Lin Shenxia.

Two lines of words appeared in the lower left corner of Lin Bangqing's game live broadcast:

[All] Late Summer (Marco Polo): A scumbag called, hang up the machine first.

[All]WG. Lin Bangqing (Sun Bin): It's okay, we'll hold it!

Soon, Marco Polo returned to the spring, unmoving.

"Hey, Yu scum, what's wrong?"

Lin Shenxia's voice came out of the mobile phone.

"I didn't ...... Not...... It's okay. ”

Yu Wenwen stammered in reply.

A trembling heart, a trembling hand.

"Are you really okay?".

Lin Shenxia asked.