That game author keeps trying to drive me crazy

The Two-dimensional explosion belongs to Two-dimensional, after all, it has not affected the three-dimensional yet.

So Tan Miao should still go to class, go to class if he should, make a fuss if he should, and... help his roommate chase girls, it is his duty to do so.

Xia Lingyu, as a cadre of the student union, has activities to participate in every three days, and Ji Boyan will basically rush to help every time to increase his favorability.

Sometimes Tan Miao will be drawn in, such as this time.

Tan Miao watched Ji Boyan busy around Xia Lingyu indifferently, and began to think in his heart what Ji Boyan should treat him to eat if the matter came to fruition.

Tan Miao is like a brick, which can be moved wherever it is needed.

A pair of eyes stared at him silently for a long time, and found that he ran the whole field without finding himself, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Tan Miao was crossing her hips to see if there was anything to do when someone patted her shoulder.

He turned around briskly: "Is there anything else I need..."

He froze before he finished speaking.

Ye Zimo answered naturally: "Yes, accompany me out to get something?"

Tan Miao hesitated for half a second before nodding.

Ye Zimo took him to the printing shop in the square near the school to pick up the custom-made banners. After getting them back, the two stepped into the elevator.

After pressing the "1" number key, Tan Miao asked, "Is there anywhere else to go?"

Ye Zimo: "...No, just go back to school."

Tan Miao nodded, and then said casually, "You also watch the live broadcast?"

Ye Zimo hummed: "I will watch the live broadcast of the game."

Tan Miao let out a long sigh, and wanted to ask him if he had searched his live broadcast when he came back, and felt that he might be too narcissistic. When he was struggling, his feet suddenly became empty, and with a bang, the elevator stopped suddenly, and his His body was also thrown violently, hitting the wall of the elevator next to him.

Tan Miao almost fell, and hurriedly raised her hand to support the inner wall: "What's wrong?!"

The lights in the elevator were also mostly dimmed. In the dimness, there were two landing sounds one after another, one was so soft that it could be ignored, and the other sounded a bit exaggerated. Tan Miao tilted her head and looked over, and was immediately startled.

Ye Zimo was lying in the elevator, his back was leaning against the elevator wall, his eyes were closed, and he passed out.

Tan Miao rushed over immediately, knelt down and helped Ye Zimo whose head was about to hit the ground, knelt down on one knee, and let his head rest on her lap: "Hey, how are you? Hey! Ye Zimo!"

Tan Miao grabbed Ye Zimo and shook it gently for a few times, but there was no sign that he was about to wake up. She couldn't help feeling a little panicked, and stretched out her finger tremblingly to poke under his nose.

Fortunately, there is still breathing, and it is very short.

Tan Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and was annoyed by her actions the next second.

Where is that exaggerated!

Tan Miao first went to press the emergency button in the elevator. After communicating with the administrator, she learned that the elevator was only temporarily out of order and was already under repair. After they would be released soon, she returned to Ye Zimo's side, settled down, and tried to recall Look at things you've seen.

He originally wanted to put Ye Zimo flat on the ground, but unfortunately the space in the elevator was too narrow, and Ye Zimo's long legs couldn't be stretched, so he could only continue to hold his head and stretch out his hands to hold him down.

Tan Miao looked down at Ye Zimo's bright and clean face. Under the dim light, Ye Zimo's original sharp lines were softened, and her face, which was originally a standard healthy color, became pale again, and her well-shaped lips were also bloodless. It's the same as on the plane some time ago.

When she saw him fainting, Tan Miao came to her senses.

claustrophobia.

He had heard the term before.

Ye Zimo frowned slightly in a coma, Tan Miao looked at it, and reached out to caress it by accident, and then touched the sweat on his forehead.

In the silence, Ye Zimo's breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest kept rising and falling, as if he was about to be out of breath.

After Tan Miao hesitated for a long while, her heart froze, she reached out to his neck, and pulled the neckline down.

A piece of smooth and delicate triangular-shaped skin was immediately exposed.

After Tan Miao stared at it for a few seconds, she suddenly looked away, and the base of her ears turned red again.

But Ye Zimo did look much better, her breathing became smoother, and her brows were no longer wrinkled.

In such an environment, Tan Miao heard a different voice.

Thump, thump.

"Hmm..." Ye Zimo slowly opened his eyes with a very soft moan.

Then he looked at Tan Miao who was still tugging at his collared clothes.

The latter was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly withdrew his hand and let out a haha ​​twice: "You, you're awake."

Ye Zimo blinked: "Obviously."

He sat up on his hands, looked at the elevator door, and panted heavily: "What, what's going on?"

Tan Miao's thighs were empty, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or thankful: "The elevator is malfunctioning, and someone has been sent to fix it. It should be fixed soon."

Ye Zimo responded and wanted to stand up, but another leg gave way and fell back.

Tan Miao supported him: "Are you okay?"

very bad.

Ye Zimo frowned tightly, unable to speak at all, panting more violently, dripping with cold sweat.

Tan Miao managed to help him up, holding the banner picked up from the ground in one hand, and wrapping his arms around his shoulders with the other, comforting him at a loss: "It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Ye Zimo held onto him firmly with one hand, like a life-saving straw.

Tan Miao was anxious, and just about to press the SOS button again, the lights in the elevator finally returned to their original brightness and descended to the first floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Ye Zimo couldn't wait to rush out.

Tan Miao hurriedly followed.

Once outside, Ye Zimo seemed to be liberated, taking a big gulp of fresh air.

Just a little trembling in the legs.

Tan Miao wanted to help, but he still held a banner in his hand. He frowned and thought for a second, then raised his hand and threw the banner into his hood.

Then he went over and grabbed Ye Zimo's forearm: "I'll take you back."

Ye Zimo glanced at his clear eyes and did not refuse.

Tan Miao escorted Ye Zimo all the way back to school, and then he realized that his dormitory building was not far from his own, only separated by a road.

When we arrived at the dormitory, there was no one inside. Ye Zimo took a glass of water and gulped it down, sat on the seat and let out a long sigh of relief: "Wait for me for a few minutes."

Tan Miao shook her head: "It's okay, you rest, and the student union will leave it to me."

Ye Zimo shook his head: "I'm fine."

Speaking of getting up.

Tan Miao raised her hand to hold his shoulder, and raised her eyebrows: "Don't you believe in my ability? Don't worry, I'm reliable."

Ye Zimo: "...I didn't mean that."

Tan Miao smiled: "Then feel at ease."

After speaking, as if he was afraid that he would persist, he turned around and left.

Ye Zimo didn't even have time to say thank you.

Seeing his back disappearing quickly, the corners of Ye Zimo's mouth could not help but rise slightly.

His eyes fell on his desk, where there was a doll of Tianle, with three characters signed on the doll's head: Tan Xiaomiao.

This is what he snatched from Pikachu.

Ye Zimo picked up the doll, stretched out his hand and flicked a brain, and said in a faint voice: "Idiot."

……

Tan Miao didn't go back until the afternoon, and went back to prepare for the live broadcast just after eating.

During the boot time, he took out his mobile phone and found that there was an additional friend application on WeChat, with a note: I am Ye Zimo.

He agreed immediately.

When I was struggling with what to send, I sent a message first: "Thank you today."

Tan Miao replied, "You're welcome."

Ye Zimo typed the sentence "I have a chance to invite you to dinner", thinking of the character of this big lala who doesn't care about anything, he deleted it and replaced it with a sentence: "Have time to come out for a cup of milk tea together?"

Cleverly hid his desire to treat guests.

Sure enough, he heard back a few seconds later.

“[OK.GIF]”

It was a cute kitten smiling and nodding.

Ye Zimo stared at the kitten for a while, at this moment, a familiar voice finally came from the computer that had been quiet for a long time.

"Hey guys, I have something to do this afternoon, I'm late for a while, sorry, sorry."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ye Zimo seemed to hear a hint of joy in his tone.

"Today I will continue to play this iwannagive..."

Ye Zimo also held the mouse and started to work.

This iwanna is not as difficult as Mr. Mozhi's madness, so Tan Miao is very familiar with it.

As a result, he immediately swelled.

"Oh, it's too simple."

"It's easy."

"Hmph, trying to embarrass me? It doesn't exist."

After passing a level easily, Tan Xiaomiao sighed deeply, and then called the music player.

next second.

"How invincible~how lonely~invincible~how empty~"

The barrage was full of boos.

Many viewers couldn't stand it anymore: "Mr. Mozhi, where have you been!"

"Mr. Mo, is this the golden basin washing your hands?"

"For the sake of Xiaomei, thousands of people kneel down and beg you to come back out of the rivers and lakes!"

Tan Miao usually interacts with the barrage, unless the game is tense.

He also had a panoramic view of these bullet screens, but he chuckled and said...

"Whocare." Tan Xiaomiao's voice sounded extremely embarrassing: "I'm not afraid even if Mr. Mo will release a new game. I am no longer the little meow I used to be. I have been reborn from the ashes!"

The audience expressed that they couldn't stand it.

Ye Zimo raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, got up, went to the cabinet, took out another computer, turned it on, and then opened a software called GameMaker.

Just like that, Ye Zimo operated the two computers at the same time with his fingers fluttering, and seemed to be able to do a job with ease.

And Tan Miao, after finishing the harsh words, silently prayed in his heart that Mr. Mo Zhi was not watching his live broadcast.

Only Pikachu, who knew the inside story, laughed at the live broadcast interface, gearing up to watch the show.

In the evening, Tan Miao habitually checked his work Weibo account.

Since he was hit by various Aites that time, he has become accustomed to some new news prompts and new fans popping up every day. As an obsessive-compulsive disorder, he will subconsciously click them all, but after such a period of time, the popularity has already If it goes down, there will not be so many news notifications and fan growth.

But today, the grand occasion of that day reappeared, even worse.

There are more than 4 new news tips, and the number of fans has risen from the early 2 when I saw it yesterday to more than [-].

Fortunately, Tan Miao already had experience with this kind of thing, so she only said "O" for a moment, and then went to find the reason.