The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 128 Can I touch your trophy? (34)
"Ahem..." Cen Mu choked again, and Gu Shi handed him a glass of water.

What are those in my textbook?
I haven't painted much, and I've covered everything I should have covered!
Xueba, what misunderstanding do you have about me?
I'm really not that kind of person!

After drinking a few sips of water, Cen Mu calmed down.Glancing at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock.

"Xueba, I'm going in?" Cen Mu greeted Gu Shi, his nose was a little stuffy, he probably caught a cold, and he should drink some hot water later.

Gu Shi nodded, took a deep look at Cen Mu, and then cleaned up the dishes.

There are very few chances to win the rankings, and Cen Mu is not in a bad state today.After the broadcast at the speed of light, Gu Shi knocked on the door and came in.

"Take the medicine." Gu Shi put the cold medicine and hot water on the table.

"Thank you Xueba." Cen Mu was stunned for a moment. There was no cold medicine at home, and Xueba just went out to buy it.

Gu Shi casually glanced at the computer screen, the live broadcast interface has been closed, but the computer is still on.The interface shows the chat records between Cen Mu and the idler. Yan Yan seems to be away at night, and the idler wants to double row with Cen Mu after qualifying for the evening.

Gu Shi frowned slightly, and looked away from the computer interface.

"Go to bed early at night." Gu Shi dropped these words and turned to leave.

"Yeah." Cen Mu nodded, and was about to say something to Gu Shi, but Gu Shi had already gone out.

After sleeping all afternoon, Cen Mu felt better.After going out for a walk, Gu Shi's dinner was already ready, and after eating, he turned on the computer.

The moonlight is like a cat.

A layer of tulle was sprinkled, lightly covering the entire earth.

On the small table on the balcony, with two books in front of him, Gu Shi was staring at his notebook, occasionally swiping his phone.

A familiar voice came from the computer, and Gu Shi's face was as cold as ever.But under the bright moonlight, a touch of melancholy radiated from him.

Cen Mu had already finished qualifying, and as soon as it was over, the idlers sent an invitation.

"Do you want to enter YY?"

Before Cen Mu finished typing weakly, a string of numbers was sent from the opposite side.

Cen Mu went straight into the voice room.

"Sawadika."

"Anihashi."

"Konnichwa."

As soon as Cen Mu entered the voice room, Sanlian came from the opposite side to greet him. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he whispered, "Sawadika."

The voice is very small, different from the usual sunshine, and he is still catching a cold, the voice is weakly.

The live broadcast room suddenly became lively again——

[Little Mumu is so cute! 】

[Is little Mumu shy, idlers, get gay little Mumu duck! 】

"Hey, why is he ignoring me?" The idler didn't hear Cen Mu's whispered 'Sawadika', and said proudly and annoyed, "This man ignores me, I will never play with him again. "

[Wow, idlers are so cute, I love this pair. 】

[Xianmu shares have reached their daily limit today! 】

[Is there a wife writing?I don't write anymore! 】

Before the barrage was up, the interface of the live broadcast room was suddenly blocked by a small spaceship, covering most of the barrage.

"Thank you for Wuyan's little spaceship, thank you for Wuyan." Cen Mu didn't know the idlers very well. Although he usually played together, he didn't communicate much with idlers. He didn't know what to say for a while.

It just so happened that the gift from his live broadcast room eased his embarrassment.

"Wow, little Mumu, do you have so many presents?" The idler exclaimed, and then sighed, "No one gives me anything for a little streamer like me. Every day is a free light stick."

"No way." Cen Mu suddenly didn't dare to read the gift.

　[Thank you for the reward, Xiaojuzi, I wish Xiaojuzi a happy birthday in advance, okay?]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)