Chapter 157: Offline gank Brother Li, heart-to-heart communication
"Hello, do you have any disposable shower gel here?"
At the St. Paul Hotel, the front desk lady listened to the translation from the mobile phone, and looked at the man in front of her who was wearing glasses and a mask and looking a little nervous.
She pulled out a pack of shower gel from the counter and placed it on the table.
The man tried to reach for it, but the shower gel was pressed under her hand.
The two looked at each other.
"You ......" the front desk lady hissed, and her tone increased a lot, "You have asked me ten times for shower gel today, what are you doing?" โ
When the man took out his mobile phone and listened, his face turned red visibly.
The faker who was recognized looked very embarrassed, and said awkwardly:
"I'm going to do the laundry."
"Sir, you can go to the third floor to do laundry, there is a self-service washing machine there."
Faker fell silent.
Seeing that she didn't speak, the front desk lady refused to give her shower gel, and faker could only bite the bullet and say:
"The washing machine...... Ask for money. โ
Hearing Faker's words, the front desk lady's eyes, nose, and mouth were wrinkled.
This is a five-star hotel, but the person in front of me was unwilling to pay for the laundry fee, and came to ask her for shower gel ten times!
Naturally, she would not wonder if the person in front of her had no money.
It's just that she has never seen such a picky person when she grows so big, which makes her a little scared.
Brother Li was a little anxious when he saw that the other party was still holding on to the shower gel and was reluctant to let go, and he didn't know what to do for a while, and just as he was about to leave, a magnetic voice sounded beside him.
"Hey, Katie! What happened? โ
The face of the front desk lady became sunny with the naked eye under Brother Li's gaze.
"Oh! Mr. Song Wen, it's nothing, it's just this guest...... There are some strange requests......"
Brother Li was stunned for a moment and turned his head.
I saw a slender neck.
Because he was too close, he raised his head slightly, so that he could see the face of Song Wen, who was 1.8 meters eight.
The man was looking at himself with a smile.
Brother Li subconsciously took two steps back.
This big demon king in the game, in real life, is obviously not so handy at dealing with people and things.
Song Wen looked at the shower gel on the table, smiled and teased:
"Did he want to ask you to take the shower gel to do the laundry?"
Katie's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Wow! How do you know? โ
Brother Li's eyes also widened, obviously unable to figure it out.
Under the gaze of the two, Song Wen directly reached out and took the shower gel and handed it to Brother Li.
"Katie, you may not know this Japanese friend of mine, in Japan, when you go out, clothes must be washed by hand, this is their custom, otherwise you may be unlucky. I'm sorry for the trouble. โ
Hearing Song Wen's words, Katie looked surprised, and then said to Brother Li apologetically:
"I'm sorry guest, you should have told me earlier, don't worry, I'll personally ask the housekeeping department to send you a box of shower gel later."
The development of things made Brother Li fall into a state of confusion.
He can cut the screen three times a second when playing games, and the graphics card configuration is really high, but the CPU doesn't seem to be very good, and some of it burns.
Song Wen smiled and stretched out his hand to put his arm around Brother Li's shoulder, like an acquaintance with a very good relationship, and left with his shoulders hooked.
2nd floor bar.
Brother Li put his legs together, put his hands on his legs, and sat in his position like a good baby, looking curiously at the flickering lights from time to time and the girls who were dancing on the dance floor.
He only glanced at the girl, and then stopped looking.
For Lee Sang-hyuk, this is one of the few times he has been in a bar.
He didn't like the noisy environment of the bar very much, and he didn't like to drink, he had been there once or twice with his teammates before, but later found that it was not as interesting as playing rank at the base, so he never went again.
This time to the bar...... He didn't know how to get in, and he felt like he had been kidnapped.
Obviously, the young man in front of him is younger than him, and in South Korea, he has to call him brother, but I don't know why, looking at Song Wen, Brother Li feels as if he is a younger brother.
Recalling the scene at the hotel front desk just now, Brother Li felt a trace of envy for Song Wen in his heart.
This person does have a maturity and sophistication that is completely different from those of their e-sports players, and even the lady at the front desk can have such a good relationship with him.
And Brother Li also keenly noticed that the lady named Katie had been secretly rubbing her thighs when chatting with Song Wen.
He didn't pay attention to it on purpose, but his years of professional training have always allowed him to keep his eyes so sharp.
He even struggled to ask for a pack of shower gel, and as soon as Song Wen came out, let alone shower gel, it was estimated that anyone could give it to him.
No wonder Eun Jing also looks at him differently......
Thinking of this, Brother Li felt a little lonely in his heart.
Song Wen handed a drink in front of Brother Li and said:
"Drink?"
For Brother Li, he has no ill will.
As long as Brother Li doesn't talk hard with him, it's fine.
Brother Li looked at the liquid in the cup and shook his head.
"I don't drink."
Song Wen frowned, stood up and waved his hand.
"Hey! Paul! Turn the music off, I need a quieter environment! โ
The white man standing on the other side of the bar made an OK gesture, and the whole bar fell silent for an instant, except for the soft saxophone to accompany the dancing girls.
There are only two people in the bar now, Song Wen and Brother Li, and there are no other customers at all.
Song Wen took out his mobile phone and pointed it, meaning to let Brother Li say it again, the environment was too noisy just now, and the mobile phone obviously did not receive a sound.
Brother Li's English can only be some simple ok,yes,I don't know if it's going to fuck,oyes,Anyway, it's impossible to communicate as smoothly as he and Enjing.ใ
"I don't drink."
Brother Li repeated it again.
Song Wen smiled, picked up the cup in front of Brother Li and shook it, and there was a burst of bubbles.
"It's Coke," he said, shaking his cup again, "I'm a Coke too." โ
Because of Enjing's matter, Brother Li obviously had some precautions against Song Wen, and did not pick up the drink, but hesitated for a moment and said:
"Black, what's the matter with you?"
"I'm sitting here because I'm fine, what's the matter with you?"
Hearing Song Wen's rhetorical question, Lee Sang-hyuk originally wanted to say that he really had something to do and had to go back to wash his clothes, otherwise the air conditioner in the room might not be able to dry the clothes tomorrow.
But after thinking about it, he swallowed the words back into his stomach.
After all, Song Wen could be regarded as helping him out of the siege just now, so he said:
"Thank you for saying I'm Japanese."
Song Wen almost didn't squirt out of his nose with a sip of Coke, he shook his hand in embarrassment and quickly wiped his mouth.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to, when people live in Bengbu, they often live in Bengbu."
Lee Sang-hyuk picked up the Coke on the table and took a sip to try to resolve the embarrassment.
He shook the cup, and the ice cubes in it rattled.
"Coke in the bar, will it be expensive?"
"It's really expensive," Song Wen nodded, "Thirty-one cups, two cups is sixty." โ
Brother Li opened his mouth, full of surprise.
Obviously, thirty glasses of Coke is a bit beyond his understanding of spending money.
So he decided to take a few more sips and avoid waste.
Song Wen was half-paralyzed on the sofa, didn't speak, didn't even look at Brother Li, just smiled at the dancing girl in the center of the stage.
As the time passed, Lee Sang-hyuk was a little uneasy, but he was embarrassed to pat his ass and leave after drinking someone else's 30 yuan of Coke, so he decided to take the initiative to find a topic.
"That, anyway, you didn't ...... with Eunjing at night"
Lee Sang-hyuk paused in the middle of his words, he didn't want to talk about it at all, but he didn't know why, the word Eun Jing just came out of his mouth.
Song Wen turned his head and waved his hand.
"Are you saying I said I had an appointment with Eun Jing at night? We're done with it. โ
Lee Sang-hyuk was stunned: "The appointment is over?" โ
"That's right," Song Wen tilted his head, "Interview, otherwise what do you think?" โ
Lee Sang-hyuk's face suddenly turned red.
yes, where did I think about it!
Song Wen saw Lee Sang-hyuk's embarrassment and couldn't help but joke:
"What's the matter, you don't have a cola allergy, do you? I thought I was a genius like no other, and you opened it too? โ
Lee Sang-hyuk couldn't understand what Song Wen was saying, so he thought about it and said:
"Thank you for ...... last night" He paused again, unable to hold back any words for a long time, so he could only continue stubbornly, "Guarding Enjing." โ
Although Lee Sang-hyuk felt uncomfortable when he saw Eun Jing sleeping on Song Wen's shoulder all night, he was extremely impressed by Song Wen for being able to let Eun Jing sleep all night like this.
After all, Enjing handed over all the room keys to Song Wen at that time.
Seeing that Brother Li opened his mouth and closed his mouth, Song Wen joked with a smile:
"Brother Li, you tell you the truth, do you like Enjing?"
Lee Sang-hyuk's face was red, and he was delicate.
"It's all rumors from the outside."
"Look at it, it's hard-mouthed."
In the face of Song Wen's accusations, Lee Sang-hyuk was a little embarrassed.
Didn't he just start to harden his mouth, why did he harden his mouth again?
"If you like it, if you don't like it, if you don't like it, you have to be confident as a man and say love boldly, besides, we are both good buddies, why are you so outside."
Lee Sang-hyuk was a little skeptical that there was something wrong with the translation of the mobile phone.
Something must have gone wrong.
Otherwise, people who didn't know each other before, how could anyone come up and be a good buddy?
He was silent for a moment, then asked rhetorically:
"Then do you like Eunjing?"
"I don't like it."
"You don't like it, why do you drink with her and make her ......"
"Look at it, it's urgent."
Lee Sang-hyuk was directly blocked by Song Wen's words back into his throat, coughed twice, and drank Coke again.
He was silent for a moment, and then spoke:
"You're different from any esports player I've ever met."
"That's for sure," Song Wen nodded without modesty, "I have swept the floor with plates, and poured cement on the construction site, and I must have a little more social experience than you." โ
Lee Sang-hyuk thought for a while and suddenly said:
"How can I be like you...... Can you communicate happily with others? โ
He wasn't just for the sake of grace.
In fact, Lee Sang-hyuk's life is very simple, even simple and somewhat boring.
Coupled with his personality, he doesn't have any particularly good friends at all.
Even teammates who have worked together for many years have mostly gone their separate ways after separation.
He is like a genius who lives in his own world, stubborn and incomprehensible, and is not willing to take the initiative to communicate with others.
Of course, he also has a little bit of a deliberate component, and he likes to pretend to be cold a little bit.
He is a little arrogant, and his heart is actually not as calm and calm as he seems on the outside, and he is even a bit of a middle two, otherwise he would not have done anything to turn his heels on the stage of the finals.
Hearing Lee Sang-hyuk's words, Song Wen was a little surprised.
"Do you want to learn, I'll teach you?"
"I'm just curious."
"Look at it, it's hard-mouthed."
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Song Wen thought for a moment and asked:
"Do you have a training match tomorrow during the day?"
Lee Sang-hyuk shook his head.
During this kind of tournament, in order to maintain the condition of the players, each team will make an appointment with each other for a training match.
However, MSI is still in the group stage, and there are two games a day, so there is obviously no need to make any training appointments, and there will be a lot of time during the day.
Seeing that Brother Li was free, Song Wen said tentatively:
"Why don't you go live with me tomorrow morning?"
Lee Sang-hyuk thought for a while and said, "I'm usually on the live broadcast." โ
"What kind of live broadcast is that, a screen-cutting mini-game? I'm not talking about playing games, I'm talking about outdoor live streaming. โ
"Outdoor live streaming?"
"That's right," Song Wen looked at Lee Sang-hyuk and asked, "You've been in Brazil for so long, you haven't been out yet, have you?" โ
Brother Li stopped squeaking again.
"If you don't mind, let's go out for a walk tomorrow, and then start a live broadcast and interact with netizens. If you want to learn to communicate with people, you must first communicate with people, can you understand what I mean, Sanghyuk. โ
Lee Sang-hyuk pondered for a while and nodded slowly.
Song Wen stood up and stretched.
"Okay, then let's do this today, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, gather at the door of the hotel!"
After speaking, Song Wen pulled his legs and left, looking a little in a hurry.
Lee Sang-hyuk originally wanted to go with Song Wen, but as soon as he stood up, Song Wendu had already walked to the door of the bar, and when he turned around, the figure was out of sight.
"What's the matter?"
He muttered, and was about to leave, when he saw Paul, who had just been called by Song Wen, come over with a smile.
"Sir, two Cokes, sixty."
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7:50 a.m. Sรฃo Paulo time.
5:50 p.m. domestic time.
In Song Wen's live broadcast room, the popularity has skyrocketed unprecedentedly, even if the screen still shows [The anchor has not started broadcasting yet, and the wonderful video will go first~]
[Hurry, hurry! Why hasn't it started yet?! ใ
[Is Kuroout deliberately fishing? ] ใ
[Start broadcasting! ] Lao Tzu feels that there are ants crawling on his body! ใ
[It's not good to travel in the dark! ใ
[If there is no Brother Li later, I will send a special product to the Snake Team Club! ] ใ
As soon as netizens in China woke up today, they all saw an explosive Weibo.
snake, black:
"Hello dear fans and friends, at 6 pm domestic time, I will start a live broadcast on a certain fish, and I will represent myself, offline gank Lee Sang-hyuk, and invite fans and friends to witness together!"
For a while, Weibo's server was almost paralyzed.
#ๅฎๆ็บฟไธgankๆ็ธ่ตซ#
#ๅฎๆ็ป่ฟๆฃๆ#
#ๅจๅฝๅคๆไบบ่ขซๅคๅ ๅนด#
All kinds of hot search entries are refreshed on the hot search list in turn, and the popularity has not diminished for a full day.
And as the time gets closer and closer, the heat is getting higher and higher.
Han Xiaozi was extremely worried about Brother Li's life, and rushed directly to the official Weibo of the snake team and threatened-If you beat me Brother Li, I will burn your door.
Seeing that the Snake team was unmoved, Han Xiaozi began to harass the SKT club again.
At the beginning, he persuaded with good words, and did not hesitate to spend a huge amount of money to make long-distance phone calls, one call was an hour, listing all kinds of evil deeds of Song Wen, so that the SKT club could restrict Brother Li's actions and not let Brother Li and Song Wen be in the same stream.
After not getting a clear reply, fans were furious, thinking that they were easy to talk about and analyze the pros and cons, but SKT Club did nothing, it was not valued and cherished by Brother Li, and SKT did not deserve to have the best Brother Li in the world.
So the tadpoles directly rushed SKT's official WeChat.
[Without faker, what are you SKT?] Now that you're disrespecting the players, what does your club eat? ใ
[Seriously, SKT is really disgusting, it just grasps Brother Li's affectionate character, Brother Li's strength, which club doesn't rush to ask for it? ] But Brother Li still chooses to stay in your SKT, but what about you? You can't even protect the players! ใ
[If you can't protect Brother Li, let Brother Li go, really, don't delay Brother Li. ] ใ
[SKT hurry up, get out of here, I'm disgusted when I see it, I hope Brother Li will transfer after playing MSI, don't come to LPL, just build a team by yourself! ] ใ
After a group of fanatical fans rushed SKT's Weibo, they still felt unrelieved and hated, so they hung up the ladder and rushed into the Internet.
In South Korea, faker wants to broadcast live with Song Wen, which has naturally fermented a long time ago.
But before the netizens of the stick could exert their strength, they found that why did they seem to be more anxious on the other side?
The sticks couldn't react for a while.
Because they couldn't understand why the netizens on the opposite side rushed to the Korean Open and the Internet to scold the players in their own division.
For a while, the sticks were directly tidied up.
You say follow the scolding, compared to the other side, you seem to lack firepower.
There are even some Korean netizens who have become peacemakers and persuaded them.
[SKT should have their own ideas, you don't need to be so excited. ใ
[Isn't black a player in your division?] I can't understand ...... Are you here to reverse the strings? ใ
[It should be a reverse string...... Otherwise, it's terrible. ใ
[I'm also a fan of faker, but I think it's a little too scary.] ใ
There has been a lot of noise on the Internet, but the initiator of Sรฃo Paulo is slumped on the sofa in the lobby, waiting for his heroine to appear today.
Until eight o'clock, Song Wen didn't see any change in the number of the elevator, and he was a little puzzled.
"SKT won't really put pressure on Brother Li, right?"
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Brother Li running out of the corridor out of breath.
"Sorry, the elevator is under maintenance, I have to walk down."
Song Wen was stunned.
If he remembers correctly, the floor where Brother Li and they live seems to be on the thirty-third floor?
(End of chapter)