Chapter Seventy-Four: Falling Short

Seeing that Lan Chenjun's face became more and more ugly, Qiao Xiduo regretted it too late, and when he was nervous, he heard him say, "Okay, very good." ”

Lan Chenjun laughed angrily, and the corners of his mouth hooked evilly, "Stupid? Yes, you're stupid. ”

"That's fine, don't bother me in the future."

Seeing that although Lan Chenjun was laughing, he was even colder than usual, as if he had already sentenced Qiao Xiduo and his master-apprentice relationship to death.

These words sounded very uncomfortable in Qiao Xiduo's ears, and she stood there stunned, lowering her head and biting her lip without making a sound.

Lan Chenjun, this rotten person! Finally agreed to her, how long has it been, the master hasn't called it much, and now he regrets it, Qiao Xiduo saw that his efforts had been in vain, and the reason was still a little inexplicable, and he couldn't help but be a little indignant, and his eyes were slightly red.

She stubbornly looked up and asked, "Have you thought about it?" ”

"Do you still need to think about this?"

That's right, he was reluctant to agree at the beginning, but now that he doesn't have her trouble, he should be very happy, and he asked stupidly.

Qiao Xiduo felt that he was bored with himself, and he felt that he should not be.

"Let's go! I'm such a good, apprentice with so much potential, it's your loss if I don't receive it! Qiao Xiduo's mouth was stubborn.

"You're not the only one who is a god! If you don't teach, if you don't want to accept me, won't I look for someone else? ”

"I'll go find a master who is more powerful than you!"

While comforting himself with these words, he said to Lan Chenjun that Qiao Xiduo's agitation method didn't seem to have any effect on Lan Chenjun, he was still playing with his mobile phone, and he really didn't mean to change his mind.

"No."

These last two words completely dimmed Qiao Xiduo's eyes, and she saw Lan Chenjun's expression of rejection thousands of miles away, as well as his good-looking hand just stopped motionless on the screen.

This is a visible expression to the naked eye, I'm afraid that if she doesn't leave, he will really drive people away.

Even if Qiao Xiduo was unwilling, he knew that he couldn't stay here anymore, so he reluctantly looked around the team's practice room and turned around and left.

When she walked far away and only her back was left, Lan Chenjun turned his head to look in that direction, his eyes were foggy, he returned his gaze to his mobile phone, and sighed.

The scene by the flower bed that he had seen behind the tree before seemed to be emerging, and he simply threw his phone into the sofa and closed his eyes against the sofa.

If Qiao Xiduo was still there and was by his side, she would be able to see Lan Chenjun's mobile phone screen showing a black screen after the hero's death, the questions of his teammates in the lower left corner, and Han Xin's 1-6-8 record in the upper right corner.

How long has it been since he's played a game like this?

"Chenjun, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Han Xin didn't move, his friend who was black with Lan Chenjun finally asked, with Lan Chenjun's technique like this, there must be something important over there, but now that the characters don't even move, it will become a big deal.

Listening to several calls from his friends, Lan Chenjun took back his phone and clicked on the closed voice button.

"It's nothing, it's fine."

"Is this called okay? Chenjun, I don't know your operation, is it still you who are like this? My friend suddenly thought of a possibility, "Could it be that you gave the character to someone else to play?" That's not right, you don't give it to someone else easily. ”

"Don't guess, it's really me."

He was also a little surprised by this fact.

"I had something on my side just now, you can take care of this game."

Hearing Lan Chenjun say that he was sorry, the person on the other end of the game was slightly surprised, "Ok! Ok! Leave it to me. ”