[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

"What? Let me turn on the mic and listen to the sound?" Bei Yu leaned closer and read out the barrage.

Thinking of the sound they heard when they met today, well, it was indeed quite nice. "I can't make the decision. I'll ask others if they agree." Bei Yu said with a smile.

"Take love, my family asked you to turn on the microphone." Bei Yu said to the mobile phone.

Bei Yu said these words very loudly to the mobile phone. Song Ci'an silently moved the mobile phone away from her, while steering the hero out of the spring, pretending not to hear those words.

Bei Yu also manipulated the hero in his hand. He didn't wait for Huan Huai to speak for a long time, or even typed. He focused on the hero in his hand, "Wan Huai is shy. You know how shy he is. He doesn't dare to turn on the mic."

Listening to the slander coming from this man's mouth, Song Cian smiled and remained silent despite his words.

"Oh, I tried really hard, but they just won't turn on the mic." The barrage shouted that Beiyu refused to provide benefits to his family, and even ignored their family's requests.

"Are you handsome guy with me?" Bei Yu cleared the wilderness and went to the shooter's side to support him. "No, no, he's in his dormitory." After saying that, Bei Yu took the time to move the camera to the side. "Look, it's just me."

Song Ci'an controlled the shooter hero and was clearing the line of troops. When he saw the jungle support coming down, he deliberately exposed his flaws in an attempt to attract the enemy shooters. But the enemy shooter is also a shrewd one. He can't get out from under the tower, so his troops enter the tower. Song Ci'an endures the damage to the tower and consumes the enemy shooter to residual health. Bei Yu uses his hero to see the opportunity and enter the tower to kill the opponent.

"666, tacit cooperation."

"The anchor's mouth is harder to suppress than AK."

"Brother Sagittarius looks so good."

"Enemy shooter: OK, OK, show off, you let me die in the tower."

……

Looking at the comments on the barrage, they were all praised, "Low-key, low-key, the anchor is a very low-key person, don't publicize it." The barrage instantly flashed with contempt like "Hey, hey, hey...".

There were also many trolls who took action after hearing the news, but most of them were blocked and banned directly by the room management and kicked out of the live broadcast room. There was a cheerful atmosphere in the barrage room.

The two of them had played until eleven o'clock in the evening without knowing it. Looking at the victorious results, Bei Yu put down his mobile phone and stretched, "It's too tiring to play games. You'd better not play games for a long time, otherwise this will happen." My waist can't bear it." After stretching, he pinched his waist. Sitting in a chair for hours on end would give anyone a pain in the back.

"Identification completed, the host is young and has a bad waist/manual dog head to save life/"

"Anchors protect their waists/manual dog heads to save their lives/"

"I am happy to have such a record even if my back hurts!!!"

“I’m too tired from playing games, so the anchor should choose to go on a date with me/manual dog head to save my life/”

"Sisters ate a few peanuts and got so drunk."

"It's eleven o'clock in the evening. Is the anchor going to go off the air?"

"Can the anchor win the big national standard this month?"

"Do any sisters think that this cherished brother and Bei Yu will work well together! I dream that they will be on the same team next season!"

"Yes, sisters, I also think Beiyu and Wanhuai work well together. They are from the same club. Maybe they will be on stage together in the spring games."

……

Looking at the various questions, Bei Yu approached the computer screen and picked one question to answer, "What does it mean that the anchor's waist is bad? The anchor's waist is so good! You black fans who slander the anchor and the house manager, give me this little black fan Fork it out, fork it all out." He lowered his head and sent a message.

"It's eleven o'clock, the broadcast is about to end."

"It's just a big national standard. If you can hold me in your arms and take me to bed, just keep it simple."

Ding dong~ The message alert sounded, and Bei Yu lowered his head to answer the message. The barrage on the computer continues to scroll.

"Is the host going to sleep after leaving the live broadcast so early? That shouldn't be the case. Isn't it a holiday now?"

"The anchor is so arrogant, be careful if someone jumps out of the car and runs away because of your brother."

"Bei Yu, remember to go to bed early. If you go to bed late, you will become bald. You don't have much hair to begin with. If it falls out again, it will be gone!"

"Good night baby, go to bed early."

"I just came back from my evening self-study to catch up with the anchor's live broadcast, and within two minutes of watching it, I had to get off work???!!! Crazy, roaring, dark, twisted and crawling."

……

Bei Yu raised his head after replying the message, "If you don't sleep, the anchor will stay up late and double queue."

"Jumping? It's impossible!" Beiyu raised his phone, and the chat interface appeared in the camera. It was Song Cian's chat record that promised to accompany Beiyu to stay up late and win the national standard. "The anchor is loved by everyone, and flowers bloom when they see her, so why would he jump out of the car when he is in love!"

"The anchor has little hair? Slander! You are totally slandering!" He put his head to the front door of the camera and flipped his hair with one hand. "Look, look, how thick it is. Even if you are eighty years old, you can't be bald. Just Be envious!”

"Students should study hard, watch live broadcasts, and be careful not to fail the exam!"

Bei Yu was chatting while mercilessly criticizing the barrage.

"I was hurt by the anchor, and I was logged out of the network. Don't think about it."

"Good night anchor, go to bed early and don't stay up too late."

"Bye-Bye."

"See you next time on live broadcast."

"Bei Yu will review the game well and train well. See you on the court next time!"

"We will always believe in you, train well, and I will go see you in the spring game."

……

"Bye, bye, good night, good night, it's off." Beiyu turned off the camera as he said that.

"Host, do you really want to stay up late and play games with Beiyu?" 001 was a little unbelievable. The host's schedule is an unshakable rule. Unless it is very necessary, he will not easily break his own rules and stay up late.

"Well, playing games is now my profession." It's not a bad thing to get familiar with and practice playing games. Now that you've entered this industry, you naturally have to try your best. Besides, this is also Bei Yu's request.

Song Cian's eyes flashed slightly as he met his lover in three consecutive worlds. 001 naturally never revealed that they were the same person, but it felt like they had been together for two lives, especially since they had been together for thousands of years in the previous world. Some things had already been Engraved into the bones and blood. Whenever you see him, you know it's him.

Okay, 001 rolled its non-existent eyes. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him stay up all night. Tonight Beiyu agreed to play games with him as soon as he was invited. They are both foxes of thousands of years, playing with the same Tongzi. What a chat!

"Are you ready? Are you ready?" Song Ci'an had just finished cleaning up, and the fully charged mobile phone on the table lit up, and Bei Yu's message was sent.

"Okay." Song Cian replied, "I'm online."

"Come right now, come right now, I just got a takeaway." The message sent this time was a voice message. The boy hissed. He must have just gone to get the takeaway without wearing a coat and was severely cold.

Bei Yu had just ordered takeout and went to take a shower. He had just finished taking a shower and the takeout had arrived, so he sent a message to Song Cian on the way to get the takeout.

Listening to the sound of eating coming from the team microphone, Song Cian turned on the microphone, "Are you hungry?"

"A bit, the key is that I'm greedy." Bei Yu said while eating, "Why didn't you turn on the mic during the live broadcast just now? If fans hear your voice, you will be very crazy." Listening to Song Ci'an's unique, cold tone, The voice was as cold as hitting jade, with a sense of alienation, and it was particularly pleasant to hear.