Chapter 3 Little Milk Dog or Male God?
For a moment, Yu Sheng wanted to shake his head and say that he was not.
But at the end, he nodded.
"League of Legends players."
At this moment, he is still sitting here, I'm afraid it's just him.
Lin Wan doesn't know much about this circle, but she has heard about League of Legends.
Before she came, she also knew that this was the venue for the finals.
He just said he lost? So he lost the finals?
Lin Wan understands that a champion has a lot of weight for professional players, and she also knows how long they will work hard for this championship.
Suddenly, Lin Wan's heart softened, and in the face of someone who had just been close to the champion, she was still a little unbearable to throw it here like this.
Yu Sheng said what he just said again, "I'm really hungry, otherwise, you can take me to eat." ”
"I'm going to be scared alone."
Outside, it was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain.
When the thunder hits, Yu Sheng never dares to stay alone.
Lin Wan looked at the ticket in her hand and squatted in front of Yu Sheng, "But I have a game I have to watch, I'll lend you my phone, you can call a friend." ”
Yu Sheng stretched out his hand to take the phone, thought for a while, and said leisurely, "I don't remember the number." ”
If he is asked to casually talk about the skills of a hero in League of Legends, he can open his mouth and come, but if you want to talk about the way of contact, eleven numbers, he can remember five, which is already good.
In Yu Sheng's head, there are only games.
Lin Wan felt that in her life, she might have lost her mind by going to the wrong venue.
At the moment, she can't retreat, let's go to the game, throw people here, look at his pitiful eyes, I really think it's a crime.
But if she didn't look at it, she was afraid that she would never have the opportunity to live for herself so freely.
It took her a long time to make up her mind.
Lin Wan was still struggling, thinking about what she was going to do.
The hand that tugged at his sleeve shook gently, "Okay, I won't trouble you, I'm very good." ”
Lin Wan wanted to say: It's not good, I want to watch the game, I don't want to eat with you.
But looking at the face with distinct facial features but crying, it seems that he can't say anything.
What should I do, I want to post on Weibo for help, I picked up a little milk dog, a professional player, and asked online, what should I do?
Obviously, this trick is not going to work.
Lin Wan stood in place, thought for a long time, and finally looked at the ticket in her hand, and nodded as if she were dead, "I'll take you to dinner." ”
It's really a pity, she bought this ticket a long time ago.
But in the face of a player who has just lost the championship, or a hungry player, there are some words that I can't bear to bear.
Yu Sheng, who heard that he had something to eat, was not happy, he just stood up dejectedly, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, there was no makeup on his face, his skin was very white, and there were no flaws.
Lin Wan realized that Yu Sheng's height is not low, especially the pair of long legs, which can be regarded as Xiao Xiang, the lover of many girls' dreams.
Especially his facial features, which are natural, and there seems to be a tear mole in the corner of his eye.
When he speaks, he will be coquettish, and he will be cute, and when he stands up, his momentum is completely different.
Lin Wan stood in place, messy in the wind.
By the way, I began to doubt life, is this really picking up a little milk dog? Not a male god?