Anchor is forced to operate daily

[This anchor is absolutely amazing. I scolded him at first, but then I knelt down directly to him [split]]

[Help Blowfish TV crowdfund a server!Don't let them grill in the engine room!If it breaks down again tomorrow, I'll hang myself in front of his company! 】

[People from far away are brave and courageous, and ordinary people really can't learn [goodbye]]

[I don't think it's suitable for playing professionally. The fact that he often cries during the live broadcast is enough to show that he has a bad mentality.]

[It's just a soft rice guy who licks his sister's superior position, there's no need to blow him up so well]

[?There is no need for some people to be so malicious towards Yuanyuan Wanli. I can smell the sour smell through the screen. 】

[When you see the trending search, you know that someone will say that a girl who is far away depends on a girl to be in the top position, and they can 1V1 with Pei Shen, can you? 】

[The above takes you to the mua rhythm, who will cry at every turn?The two times he cried for so long in the live broadcast were all because of your cyberbullying, okay? 】

[I'm not crying weak, but those of you who scold him can go to the Internet to search about his past, open your eyes to see how shabby the place he lives in, and understand how pitiful a child without his parents is.He's just a genius, don't be too vicious! 】

[Pei Shen and Yaoyao Wanli spoke in a really gentle tone, I think he might have known about Yaoyao Wanli's background [tears]]

[Wait for a BNG official blogger to announce that he will join the team from afar]

[Puffer TV speed up!class!Clothes!service!device! , There will be more people tomorrow! 】

……

Cheng Yao was accurately woken up by the biological clock at ten o'clock in the morning. He rolled on the bed with the quilt in his arms. Taking out the phone wrapped in it, one pull up to ruthlessly swipe away dozens of unread calls floating on the lock interface.

Seeing the phone number safely stored in his phone's address book, Cheng Yao stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He bent his elbows and made a triumphant gesture, jumping on tiptoe like a rabbit. After bouncing on the mattress for a long time, I quickly dropped my phone and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror when I was tired.

Tsk, no way.

The bangs are too long, and the color they dyed before is not good, and they look gaudy and ugly.

Cheng Yao, who had never cared about his appearance during the live broadcast for so long, began to worry crazily in front of the mirror.

Half an hour later, the boy pushed down the silver peaked cap on his head, put on the mask hanging on his ears tightly, and came out of the house with his hands in his pockets, hooking his calf back to close the door.

The place where Cheng Yao lives is an old-fashioned tube building, which forms a rectangle around the small courtyard in the middle, with a total of five floors and no elevator.

The buildings with this design are long open corridors from house to house. He has to walk a long way from the door to the stairs, and he has to keep his head down and sideways to avoid the clothes and quilts of other people’s houses, from upstairs to downstairs. Almost like completing an obstacle course.

The house was left by Cheng Yao's grandfather.

When the old man was seriously ill, his son did not even visit him more than five times. When he was critically ill, he was always taken care of by his grandson. Before he left, he wrote his will in tears and left the house to Cheng Yao, who was only 13 years old at the time.

The Old Tongzi Building is located on the second ring road, with a very good location, surrounded by several large commercial and prosperous districts. With the development of the times, it is more and more expected to be planned into the commercial district.

Cheng Yao walked to the intersection and quickly got into a taxi. After being stuck in traffic for half an hour, he finally arrived at his destination: a hair studio in a small alley.

This is not the peak season, there are not many customers in the store, and there are not many shop assistants.After he walked in, the young man with gaudy silver highlights came over and asked him what he needed, stared at him for a few seconds and then jumped up on the spot.

"Fuck! Come here, buddy, come here!"

Yinmao dragged him to the corner with one hand, and furtively pulled him to sit on the chair, before he could speak, he was interrupted by the man in front of him.

"Dye my hair back, and cut it to look more handsome." Cheng Yao took off his hat and mask, and fiddled with his hair for a while.

Hou Wenchu, a teenager with internet addiction, selectively ignores his words with his left ear coming in and out of his right ear, and turns his chair to let him face him with excited eyes: "What's going on with you and God Pei!"

"what?"

Cheng Yao didn't have any idea about the current information network world. He didn't expect this news to spread so fast. Hearing this, he looked at him in surprise: "How do you know? Did you watch my live broadcast yesterday?"

"My God! Don't you go online?" Hou Wenchu ​​rolled his eyes, stood up excitedly, and shouted, "Your name is listed on Weibo's most popular search side by side with Pei Shen!"

"What?" Cheng Yao was still dizzy, "But I don't even play Weibo."

"It has nothing to do with whether you play Weibo or not!" Hou Wenchu, who witnessed the first scene, almost died of anxiety, and said angrily, "Tell me what you talked about after the puffer fish collapsed! Did God Pei invite you to chat?" Profession?!"

"No, we just played a game for a while."

Cheng Yao accidentally saw the clock behind Hou Wenchu ​​and stopped talking. Thinking that dyeing his hair would take time, he stood up as if he was in a hurry and dragged him to the shampoo bed: "Don't talk so much, hurry me Dye your hair back."

"All right, all right, you lie down first." After all, Hou Wenchu ​​is a part-time worker, so he can't ignore everything. He waited for him to lie down and turn on the nozzle, and asked while working, "Why do you dye it back properly? The color is so beautiful. It's so well tuned."

Thinking of Pei Yanzhi, Cheng Yao couldn't help but smirk again: "Shen Pei said that he will come to watch my live broadcast today."

"Really!" Hou Wenchu ​​shook his hands excitedly and sprayed water on his face, apologized with a smile and wiped it off with a disposable towel, coughed twice and continued, "But what does it have to do with hair dyeing?" relation?"

"Pei Shen himself has never dyed his hair, I think he doesn't like people who dye their hair." Cheng Yao replied seriously.

Hearing his thoughts, Hou Wenchu ​​almost died laughing: "God Pei came to watch your live broadcast, and he wasn't looking for a blind date with you, so why would he care about your hair color. Let me remind you first, if your hair is dyed black, you will want to dye it a nice color later. It will be difficult."

"I know, I don't regret it." Cheng Yao said firmly, and then asked, "How long will it take to dye it back?"

"It won't be long before dyeing black doesn't need to be bleached. It will be soon, and it won't delay your live broadcast at night." Hou Wenchu ​​said.

"That's good..." Cheng Yao felt relieved, and continued, remembering what he just said, "Brother Hou, you just asked me if God Pei invited me to play professionally. Could it be that he wanted to introduce me to BNG?"

Hou Wenchu ​​made a rational analysis: "It's very possible, otherwise why would he take the initiative to ask you to play games."

"you're right."

A momentary feeling of disappointment appeared in Cheng Yao's heart. He closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said thoughtfully, "If God Pei invites you, then I will definitely go."

Hou Wenchu ​​was slightly surprised: "It means that a team has invited you before?"

"Well, I declined."

"Why?"

"Because the one who invited me was not BNG."

Cheng Yao said so.

He is not very interested in playing professionally, and he has no great dream of becoming a world champion. He managed to live a stable life by live broadcasting, and he didn't want to go to that unknown field.

If there is hope to be BNG-Pei's teammate, he is willing to go for it.

Since it wasn't BNG who invited him, there's no need.

"I thought the game played so well because I liked PUBG so much, but it turned out that I was only a fan of Pei Shenwei." Hou Wenchu ​​said with a smile.

"En." Cheng Yao responded simply.

"Hey, it's a pity that God Pei has retired. It would be so cool to play games with him."

Hou Wenchu ​​is just an ordinary player, not to mention playing professionally, he dare not even think about playing games with Pei Shen.

After thinking about it, he was very happy for Cheng Yao, and lamented that Cheng Yao finally made it through.

When he was in junior high school, he was an ignorant grader. Other classmates were afraid that he would avoid him. He also looked down on Cheng Yao at the beginning, thinking that when he was bullied, he always bowed his head and suffered silently. It was useless.

But when he accidentally sprained his ankle while running in physical education class, only Cheng Yao reached out to help him to the infirmary.

After that, when he saw Cheng Yao being bullied without the support of his parents, his perspective changed.

The first time Hou Wenchu ​​grew up as a teenager was when he saw Cheng Yao being pushed into the quagmire and struggling. All the classmates looked at him coldly and even laughed at him, and the teacher ignored them as if they were children fighting each other.

At that time, he felt that the world was really too bad.

In adversity, Cheng Yao digested the pain, remembered the goodwill, did not feel disgusted with the world, and gritted his teeth alone to break away from the bad status quo. To some extent, it is really a miracle.

Hou Wenchu ​​washed his hair in memory, wrapped it in a towel and patted him on the shoulder.

Cheng Yao sat up with his eyes closed and propped up on the cushion. When he was walking towards the chair, his phone rang suddenly.He thought it was the call from the person in charge of Fugu, picked up the phone and glanced at it, and the moment he saw the note clearly, his footsteps and expression froze at the same time.

[Cheng Honghui]

It's his father.

Hou Wenchu ​​followed closely behind and inadvertently glanced at his name on the phone. He cursed secretly, snatched the phone away and hung up.

"How many times have I told you that this bastard father calls you and don't answer it. Why haven't you blocked him? Nothing good happened to him."

Knowing that his mind is simple and easy to fool, Hou Wenchu ​​put the phone back in his hand and warned seriously.

No matter how stupid Cheng Yao was, it was impossible for him to have any feelings for his two so-called biological parents.

Blood is thicker than water, and tiger poison does not eat children. He still does not understand why these two people chose to give up on him without hesitation at the same time.

Is he disobedient?Is he suffering from some incurable disease?

Obviously not.

Before his death, grandpa said not to take the ruthless people seriously. It's not that he is loved by no one, but he is still on the way.

He has always taken his grandfather's words to heart, and he just didn't think it was necessary to block the blacklist.

Cheng Yao set the phone number to Do Not Disturb with his backhand, sat on the chair calmly, shook his head after Hou Wenchu ​​took off the towel, and shook the water droplets on his hair, and looked at the picture in the opposite mirror through the gap between his bangs. For himself, the corners of his mouth moved slightly in an upward arc.

"Dye it back to black and then cut it for me. Remember to be as handsome as possible, but not that exposed, but a little more reserved, memorable, and thrilling. I'll treat you to hot pot at noon when it's finished."

Hou Wenchu ​​was speechless: "...Is this a request that should be made to a hair stylist? This is a request to a plastic surgeon, right? Why don't you just do a little plastic surgery."

Hou Wenchu ​​was just joking, but Cheng Yao actually bowed his head and began to think seriously.

"...It's not impossible."

He quickly reached out and shook his hand in front of Cheng Yao to interrupt his bizarre thoughts, and said helplessly: "You look like this and you have to go for plastic surgery to let others live? But calm down for a while, Pei Shen 99% likes pure Naturally, don't get distracted."

"You're right, that's fine." Cheng Yao nodded, "Give me a haircut."

"Well, don't worry, I promise to clean you up clearly. But the hot pot is fine, my rest time is not enough to eat hot pot, the boss will not cut me to death."

"I recharged the 8888 membership card from you and he let it go." Cheng Yao smiled.

"Do you pay by card or in cash?" Hou Wenchu ​​said with a smile.

Cheng Yao leaned forward and back with a smile, casually forgetting the person who hurt him. He stared at the mirror in front of him with bright eyes, and began to think about what to talk to Pei Yanzhi during the live broadcast at night.