9 Chapter 9
Ten minutes later, an angry poster appeared on the esports forum.
[Ask the moderator to set red!] The diamond bureau in the first district is lined up to hang up, and the sassy operation shows to the face, and I can't bear it! ]
Landlord: I'm going to play professionally next year
"How did you show it? Send it out to see. β
"Come, brothers, hang the dog!"
"Wait a minute, brothers, I'm uploading the video, the Internet speed is a bit rubbish."
"Squat one, and it will be opened when it is hanged."
Three minutes later, the video finally came up, worried that it would be too long for no one to watch, so the landlord deliberately cut a few scenes of himself being killed alone.
The building was really filled with righteous indignationβ
"This VN level 1 single-kill Draven?"
"VN replenishment is not missing, maybe the line is too strong, first to second, I can accept this."
"The second wave of tower-crossing kills, VN missed a hook? As soon as the hammerstone hook came out, he dodged away, which didn't make sense. β
"The reaction is fast, if the prediction is accurate, I can do it, and I can assist the wind girl to help resist the tower set shield, it barely makes sense."
"Hehe, Delevingne's Q flash is invincible, VN obviously moved when the landlord didn't attack, and the real hammer was hung."
"Indeed, this is too fake."
"Plus one, the landlord's Q flash operation is no problem, and if you can't hit it, it's outrageous."
"Laughing to death, why don't you go to play professionally when this VN and Wind Girl operate so ungodly?"
"Landlord, blow out the ID."
"Brothers are coming! ID: The coach is not secretly playing, just a platinum, hit me to drill four, is it possible! β
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"This Q dodge is awesome, I don't know if it's luck, if not, it's really okay."
"Is there any hope for our tart team?"
"Ah, can the egg tart team really hold a cash cow and eat it until they get old?"
"What are the brothers doing, this person is stubborn, my Q flash he is obviously exposed, ask the moderator to help put on the red, so that more people can see it!"
β...... Stupid. β
"The landlord's first day of mixed forum? Newcomers can not understand after diving for three months. β
βοΌ Is this forum starting to be maintained? It's that I don't understand. β
"You don't understand what your father taught you, it's okay to make fun of your friends, everyone, I think this is a skewer."
"Do you know who he is, you can hang it, even if you don't know who he is, the number of the auxiliary wind girl is public, just came out of Pan Dou's live broadcast room and saw that you were stupid."
"Wind girl Xu Cen, VN Yu Fan, what's wrong with killing you a drill four Delevingne?"
"I'm in the same game as the landlord.,He said he hid the master.,Signed up for DTG youth training.,Come to hang DTG Yu Fan.,Hahahahahaha
......
The landlord disappeared for five minutes, and the homepage of the post suddenly posted ten big words - this post has been deleted, please do not follow the post again.
But the sailors who came to see the excitement were not satisfied, so they directly opened another post.
[I drill four Delevingne, Q flash invincible, master strength, sign up for youth training, hang a legend, do you know what I mean.] ]
"Hahahaha!"
"Brother's life winner, this can't be the envy of LOL and Mystery Blade players?"
"Brother, you don't need to say much, you know everything you know."
"In the future, the forum will pretend to force a new standard, drill four Delevingne, and hang up the legend."
"Isn't this better than Maserati, the third ring has a house?"
"I'll go professional next year, and I won't watch the World Championship next year without you."
"You're still playing here, Yu Fan is about to laugh under the table."
"Go to Pan Dou's live broadcast room and watch the legend himself watch the reaction in real time."
......
Yu Fanle was overjoyed and climbed up from under the table: "Netizens are too engaged." β
Xu Cen couldn't hide his smile: "Well, it's better not to scold." β
Pan Dou looked at the rising number of people in the live broadcast room and reminded: "Brother Yu, be reserved, the people in the forum have come to my live broadcast room to squat you." β
The audience friends who just poured into the live broadcast room: "??? β
"Spread rumors, report it."
"Just pass by and click in, who wants to see Yu Pan laugh under the table."
"Don't spread rumors on the anchor, just look at the back of the camera."
"Declare in advance, I'm here to see the landlord."
"As an egg tart powder, Lao Tzu will supervise your training."
"It's rumored that the anchor on the Internet will send red envelopes, and I'll squat."
"Thinking too much, it's impossible for us canyon summoners to be interested in the Mystery Blade Special Forces, I'll take a look at the training room environment when the anchor gets up."
......
Pan Dou ventilated the news: "Brother Yu, they said that they would be annoying to see you, and it is impossible to be interested in you." β
Friends in the live broadcast room: "......" slut!
"Huh." In the next second, Yu Pan slid off the chair, half-lying, ruthlessly hiding himself completely in the chair.
Friends in the live broadcast room: "? β
Yu Pan lay in the chair and said lazily: "Pan Dou, help me close the door, it's windy." β
Pan Dou: "You are closer to the door than me, close it yourself." β
Yu Fan: "I don't want them to see it." β
Friends in the live broadcast room: "...... Are you a great god so careful? β
Pan Dou's ass didn't move at all, and his mouth responded: "Uh-huh, ah-ah, wait a while, finish this fight." β
Yu Pan urged him, grabbed the mouse and tapped on the desktop, clicking: "Hurry up, hurry up, to death." β
At that moment, a slender figure walked up behind him, stretched out his arm above his head, and his bony fingers clasped the door of the training room shut.
Yu Fan's back tensed, and the mouse fell on the desktop.
He raised his chin and raised his eyelids, facing Yan Tingyu's lowered gaze.
Yan Tingyu has a faint smell of coffee on his body, his eyes are calm, and his eyelids are shallow inner doubles, thin and cold, from this angle, there is an illusion of being stared at in a trance.
Yu Pan relaxed and said with a smile: "You scared me to death." β
Yan Tingyu leaned over slightly, straightened his gaming chair, and said in a deep voice: "Sit well, it hurts your cervical spine." β
"Oh."
Yu Pan smiled slyly, then propped his arms and sat up straight, intending to scare Yan Tingyu.
He slumped firmly on the back of his chair, his weight swaying back and forth against the back of the chair, and his golden curls dangling with it.
But Yan Tingyu was not frightened by his sudden movements, but stood motionless not far behind him.
So, every time the chair shook back, his furry head was precisely pillowed on Yan Tingyu's waist and abdomen, a few steps away from a certain key part, once, twice, three times......
Not to mention, Yan Tingyu's abdominal muscles are quite strong.
Yu Fan: ". β
I didn't know this chair was so elastic before.
Four, five......
Why don't you keep going?
Six, seven......
How exactly did it end such an awkward interaction smoothly and naturally...... Although everyone is a straight man, Yan Tingyu's eyes are getting more and more complicated when he looks at him!
Friends in the live broadcast room: "Didn't you show us, why did you sit up?" β
"When has this forced person been honest and obedient?"
"Who is this man? DTG signed a newcomer? β
"Good long legs, look at the front."
"How do I think this back is a bit like ......"