Guan Gu looked at the mouse in Ziqiao's hand suspiciously, but didn't find anything magical.

"It's just a mouse, it's still a copycat..."

When Guan Gu just wanted to pick it up and take a closer look, the mouse actually slipped out of his hand, but Ziqiao caught the mouse as expected.

"So slippery?!"

Ziqiao said solemnly, "This is the legendary ultra-smooth mouse coated with antioxidant factors and active PPP ingredients, so that your fierce hands can be fresh and clean at any time." ”

"Awesome (in Japanese), how did you come up with that?"

Although he couldn't understand what Ziqiao was saying, it sounded very awesome, which didn't prevent Guan Gu from pretending to be surprised.

The smugness in Zhanbo's eyes instantly turned into tenderness, and he gently picked up the mouse in Ziqiao's hand.

"Because Wanyu uses this brand of hand cream, every time I touch it, it's like holding Wanyu's hand......"

Yang San, Ziqiao, and Guan Gu helplessly looked at Zhanbo, who was starting to spring again.

Yang San really wanted to ask: If Wan Yu knew that you used her hand cream to wipe the mouse, she would kill you!

Ziqiao and Guan Gu suddenly said goodbye, all of them did not exist.

"Hey, San'er, we're playing CS, not racing, why are you bringing a helmet?"

In order to change the topic, Ziqiao lifted the last piece of cloth, revealing the equipment that belonged to Yang San, a streamlined helmet.

Guan Gu and Zhanbo were also surprised to look at the helmets on the table for a while.

Could it be Yang San's Transfiguration Technique again? But what are you doing with a helmet? Changing a gun makes more sense than that.

"It's a consciousness-sensing helmet that allows us to play games in an immersive way."

Yang San smiled and explained that this was actually the consciousness sensing helmet in the Devouring Starry Sky World, and after the quilt Qiao and them came over in the morning, Yang San asked Xiao Ke to get a few out.

Since you want to play the game, of course, you have to play the best.

"Consciousness-sensing helmets? You mean virtual helmets, does that really exist? ”

The technical house Lu Zhanbo accepted this existence in an instant, pounced over and hugged the helmet, and touched and kissed feverishly.

The mouse that was like Wan Yu's hand just now was abandoned like a shoe, and the innocent was thrown in the air, shaking and shaking...

If Yang San said it in a more general way, then Zhanbo's words are very obvious, Guan Gu and Ziqiao are also "masters" in the game industry and the world, and naturally they also know the word virtual helmet.

For a while, Zhanbo, Ziqiao, and Guan Gu all stared straight at Yang San with red eyes.

"You ...... What do you want to do? ”

Yang San subconsciously tightened the clothes on his body and looked at the three of them vigilantly to prevent something like being taken away from happening again.

"This helmet is mine! Well? ”

Zhanbo, Ziqiao and Guan Gu called out in unison.

At the same time, when he heard that someone wanted to snatch "his own" helmet, he couldn't help but stare at each other viciously.

Zhanbo held the helmet tightly in his arms, afraid that at this moment, Wanyu would not let go when he came.

Seeing that the three of them began to "fight", Yang San breathed a sigh of relief and sat lightly on the side, ready to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

At this moment, Zhanbo and their notebooks came with a burst of prompt sounds.

"Hey, the other party is online, and the team name is...... Did I kill the lantern? Yo he~ What a big breath! ”

Seeing this, Zhanbo, Ziqiao, and Guan Gu temporarily stopped fighting and subconsciously sat in front of their notebooks.

"What? You don't want this consciousness helmet, do you? ”

Yang San on the side looked at a few people unhurriedly, especially Zhanbo!

Until now, there was still a lot of crystal clear unknown liquid on his helmet, which was obviously left by Zhanbo just now.

The movements in the hands of the three of them couldn't help but pause, and their eyes looked at the helmet with scarlet again.

"Okay, let's give this helmet to Zhanbo."

Yang San did not hesitate to give the helmet to Zhanbo, just now this thing kissed and licked the helmet, and the thought of wearing it on his head, Yang San was a little disgusted.

Although Ziqiao and Guan Gu were still very moved in their hearts, they could only look at Zhanbo with envy when they saw that Yang San had already settled down.

"Really? That's great. ”

Zhan Bo suddenly happily hugged the helmet again, "But...... How does this stuff work? ”

Zhanbo only then remembered that he had never used this thing.

"It's good to wear it on your head, it's a fool to operate." Yang San laughed.

Seeing that Zhan Bo immediately wanted to put his helmet on his head, Yang San hurriedly stopped him.

"Find a place to lie down, put on your helmet, and your body will feel like you're asleep, are you sure you can sit and sleep?"

"Uh...... Hehehehehe. ”

Zhanbo couldn't help but get up embarrassed and lay down directly on Guan Gu's bed, "San'er, my notebook will be used for you, no thanks." ”

"Who said I should use a laptop?" Yang San laughed teasingly.

Under Zhanbo's puzzled gaze, Yang San took out a helmet from the ring again.

In fact, Yang San can do without a helmet at all, with Xiaoke, he can enter the virtual universe at any time.

It's just that I was afraid of scaring them, so I took out the most primitive helmet.

"And?!"

Ziqiao and Guan Gu couldn't help but look at Yang San in surprise.

Yang San has one more in his hand, which means that there can be two more.

Looking at the "urgency" in Ziqiao and Guan Gu's eyes, Yang San smiled and handed the helmet in his hand to Guan Gu, and then took out two helmets from the ring.

Really!

Sekiya and Ziqiao happily hugged their helmets.

"San'er, why didn't you say it earlier, we almost fought just now." Zhanbo couldn't help but complain.

I knew that everyone could have one, and they didn't have to fight just now.

"You didn't ask." Yang San replied lightly.

"Less nonsense, let's start quickly, I can't wait."

Ziqiao excitedly hugged the helmet in his hand, and the four of them squeezed together on Guan Gu's bed.

Just when the three of them couldn't wait to put on their helmets, Yang San shouted again.

"Wait."

"What's the matter? I'm hungry for my forty-meter broadsword. Ziqiao hurriedly called.

"Guan Gu, did you lock the door just now? I don't want someone to come in after a while, if I let others see the four of us big men lying on the same bed, where will my old face go? ”

Yang San had to confirm again, in case someone broke in, he couldn't even wash it when he jumped into the Yellow River.

Especially Yoyo, who must have the key to the room in the valley in her hand, plus her big mouth.

I'm afraid that by the time they're done playing, the whole world will know.

Ziqiao also thought of the strictness of the problem for the first time, ran to the door, carefully checked the door lock, and returned to bed with confidence after making sure again.

"Oh, unless they tear down the door, they won't be able to get in."

At this time, Yang San was relieved to lie on the bed with Zhanbo and the three of them, and put the helmet in his hand on his head.

I have to say that this scene is really weird, four big men are wearing motorcycle helmets and lying on a bed.

I have to make people think about it......