Ning Meng didn't see the person on the sofa at all, and walked directly upstairs, and continued to send a voice message to WeChat as she walked: "Moreover, my minister and I are heart-shaped, and you are drop-shaped, do you understand?" ”

When you're done, put down your phone and head straight into the bedroom.

Huo Beichen: ......

He lowered his eyes and looked at the crystal in his hand.

Heart-shaped.

The ice and snow between his eyebrows gradually melted, but he was suddenly stunned.

Why would he care so much about a keychain?

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It was already eight forty, Ning Meng thought that Huo Beichen was in the study, and she didn't care.

She put the mousse cake next to her, just changed her pajamas, washed her face, and sent the WeChat voice of the little milk dog.

This room has good sound insulation, and Huo Beichen has never been to her, so Ning Meng answered with confidence.

"Sister, have you turned it on?"

Ning Meng turned on the computer that had been sealed for a long time and let out a "hmm".

There's no need to ask what they're playing, there's only one game on the interface: PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

Her eyes lit up all at once.

This game, she will!

In reality, because she didn't have any friends or entertainment, she was tired of drawing, and her only pastime was playing games.

However, why did she always feel that there was something in her head and didn't remember it......

Ning Meng opened the game and found that her game name was Lemon Not Sour.

As soon as you log in, a message appears on the interface: [Your friend God invites you to a two-player qualifying match. 】

Ning Meng's brain exploded all at once.

God…… god！！

No wonder when she saw the WeChat name of the little milk dog, she felt a little familiar, isn't this the future god of e-sports?!

She remembered very well that in the original book, Su Tiantian was asked to endorse the game PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds in the later stage, so Su Tiantian paid attention to the e-sports circle.

At that time, God was already a legend. led the Chinese team, entered the world competition, and won the championship!

"Sister? Agreed? ”

In the voice message, the voice of the little milk dog came again.

Ning Meng: ......

She really couldn't help it, and she connected such a soft person with that legend.

Ning Meng twitched the corners of her mouth, nodded in agreement, and asked, "God, is there no one looking for you to play in the club?" ”

God laughed: "There used to be a lot of them. ”

Ning Meng caught the sensitive word, "What about now?" ”

God smiled and didn't speak.

But he had a roommate next to him, and sneered: "Of course there is no now, God is in a double row with you, a woman who drags his feet, every day, and the national ranking has fallen to 1,000!" ”

Ning Meng: ??

So, was the original body dragging him down?

God hurriedly spoke: "Don't speak, I do!" ”

came to comfort her again: "Sister, don't listen to his nonsense, you are very good." ”

Ning Meng: ......

She didn't know if the original would play with her, but she was really good.

Ning Meng rubbed her wrist and said domineeringly, "God, my sister will take you to fly tonight." ”

"Let's talk big again, a woman who can't even tell the difference between a sniper and a submachine gun, are you going to take God to fly to the North Pole to watch the meteor shower?"

Ning Meng: ??

She was about to say a few words back, but there was a sudden knock on the door.

Immediately, Huo Beichen pushed the door and walked in: "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow......"

At the same time, in Ning Meng's mobile phone, the little milk dog also spoke: "I am willing to accompany my sister to watch the meteor shower, you shut up!" ”

After both sides finished speaking, it was a meal.

Huo Beichen's gaze was fixed on Ning Meng's mobile phone.

Then, at the same time, he and the little milk dog asked:

"Who is he?"

"Who is he?"

Ning Meng: ???