I stole the big guy's baby

After spending a short but sweet weekend at Song Qianyi's house, I returned to the long-lost campus.I feel that the flowers are more fragrant, the grass is greener, and the sky is bluer.

Everything is so vibrant.

The spring of the world has come, and so has my spring.

As soon as I walked to the door of the dormitory, my roommates stared at me with strange eyes, as if they were guarding against thieves.

I lifted my eyelids and laughed and said: "Are you reacting because you are afraid that I will be crazy and attack you? It's too beautiful. Don't say that I have a partner now, even if I don't have a date, I don't like you, okay?"

"No." The roommate lying on the bed and playing with her mobile phone said gloatingly, "You were picked up by the teacher for skipping class, and she said to hand in a 3000-word essay to her this afternoon."

I fuck.

"What do you guys eat? I don't usually feed you, do I?" I sat down and turned on the computer in a hurry, creating documents and searching data in one go.

"The teacher calls and answers the questions. We don't know how to answer them. Answering them for you is a reward. Why bother?"

The roommate next to the door patted me on the shoulder and said earnestly: "This may be the price of being proud of love."

"roll."

I spent the whole afternoon in the ocean of study, and finally rushed to the office to hand in the paper 10 minutes before the teacher got off work.

As for how long you have been trained, it doesn't matter.

Walking out of the office, he took out his phone and looked at it, and was stunned.

Song Qianyi has more than 20 missed calls and more than 30 unread messages.

I immediately called back his number and walked slowly to the lush boulevard.The phone was connected quickly, and I happened to see Song Qianyi standing at the end of the path.

"You'll be fine."

"I'm catching up on papers in the afternoon, and my phone is set to silent, sorry."

"It's okay, I made too much of a fuss."

Seeing Song Qianyi's undulating chest, I felt mixed emotions.

"Can you tell me, haven't you encountered what I have experienced before?"

I really want to know what Song Qianyi has experienced, but I still can't ask.Because he is like a flower in a greenhouse, and the hard glass cover protects his fragile heart.

Step by step is the only cure, but I can't help it now.

I'm even thinking about it, what would I do if he was really violent and caused social barriers and autism?

The conclusion is that there is nothing to do, just treat him as usual.As proud as Song Qianyi, he doesn't need anyone's pity.

After figuring this out, I made up my mind and asked through gritted teeth.

"sorry."

Just three words, lightly concealing the trauma in his heart, but he didn't know that the knife that stabbed him was never pulled out from the beginning to the end.

I took advantage of the opportunity to turn over the topic, "Do you want to have dinner together later?"

Song Qianyi shook his head, looking tired, "No need, I'm not in good shape, I'm afraid to disturb your interest."

He walked up to me and gave me a hug, then turned and left.

I stayed there for a long time, until it was getting dark, I went to the canteen to buy a bucket of instant noodles and took them back to the dormitory.

I'm not in the mood to eat either.

There was no class in the evening, some of my roommates played games, some went out to have fun, and I just lay on the bed in a daze.

Song Qianyi didn't send me a message, and I didn't know whether to disturb him or not.

I have been thinking hard for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, I can go to Song Qianyi's live broadcast room.

I built a vest and entered Song Qianyi's live broadcast room.The main screen is the game interface, and there is a small split screen in the lower right corner, and it is himself who appears in the shot.

I once wondered, shouldn’t game anchors be able to speak well, and can come up with all kinds of sand sculpture jokes at their fingertips, right?Will Song Qianyi's elm lumps be seen by anyone?

Now I understand that about half of Song Qianyi's 100 million followers are directed at him.He doesn't need to talk, just sit in front of the camera.

The other half is for his skills.My roommate and I have also played this game. The operation requirements are very strict. Song Qianyi's operation is almost comparable to that of professional players.

At this time, I saw a colorful user name coming to the live broadcast room, and he smashed hundreds of dollars in gifts with a big wave of his hand.

[Gold Silk Bear]: Qianshan, is it time for your xx game account to be put on the mall?Don't tell me that you are suddenly reluctant to sell it to me at a [-]% discount.

Song Qianyi pursed his lips and said nothing, but glanced at the screen lightly.In just two seconds, he died at the opponent's feet.

"You came here to influence my performance on purpose."

[Golden Silk Bear]: Hehehe, you can see it.

My hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.

It is known that the xx game is the one I played, and Qian Shanxue is my master.

Jinsixiong is the number one in our district's general list, and it is the boss who came to rescue us last time Song Qianyi and I were blocked by people at the resurrection point.

I also know that my master is a professional game anchor, and Song Qianyi is also an anchor.

Knowing that my master is a rich second generation, Song Qianyi's family is also well off.

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

Qianshan Snow, Wanjing, Qianyi...

Fuck me, Song Qianyi is my master? !

Fuck me, I am also Master Song Qianyi? !