That game author keeps trying to drive me crazy

Ji Boyan didn't notice Tan Miao's subtle expression, and looked at him eagerly: "It means that girl just now is not your girlfriend?"

"Nonsense." Tan Miao pressed the power button of the computer, and gave him a sideways glance: "Have you fallen in love with a girl?"

Ji Boyan smiled and leaned over: "As expected of a good friend who has slept with me for four years."

"Get out." Tan Miao laughed, "Don't slander my innocence."

Ji Bo put his hand on his shoulder: "Then find a chance to introduce me, good friend?"

"Okay, no problem." Taking advantage of the time when the computer was turned on, Tan Miao flipped through the notes taken in the second half of the class, and felt more and more that he was also a senior student, and this Ye Zimo was really different from his salty fish. .

While speaking, the computer was already turned on, and Ji Boyan walked away happily. Just as Tan Miao clicked on the folder named Games, the automatic login button rang.

【Pikachu】: "Meow, Meow, call Meow."

The message was sent more than an hour ago, and Tan Miao replied immediately: "I just came back, what's the matter?"

Pikachu returned quickly, and seemed to be online all the time: "Little Miao, I recommend an iwanna for you. I just cleared the level. It's quite fun, but it may be a bit difficult."

Tan Miao replied without hesitation: "Is there any abnormality from Mr. Moji?"

[Pikachu]: "..." After a pause for a few seconds: "Maybe...about the same?"

Tan Miao immediately fell into a tangle, the one from Mr. Mozhi really caused a shadow in his heart!

[Pikachu]: "Aren't you going to challenge yourself? Gangzhen, this is very helpful to improve your operation."

As soon as these words came out, Tan Miao's heart was moved immediately. He has been playing iwanna for half a year since he was a little white in the past, and he is now a big hand who is occasionally touched by rumors. He is a rookie in this small circle and has been working hard to improve himself. Technology.

[Tan Xiaomiao]: "Okay, pass it on."

Pikachu quickly passed the file over, and just as the file was received successfully, a message dialog popped up suddenly.

[Yo Xiaoxi] sent you a window shake.

[Talk about Xiaomiao]: "?"

[Yo Xiaoxi]: "Xiaomiao Xiaomiao, I want to ask you something, have you ever considered developing a side job? [Expectation face]"

Tan Miao typed on the keyboard in confusion: "What side job?"

His hands are beautiful, and because he often plays games, the way his fingers fly when typing is very pleasing to the eye.

"Do you... want to be an anchor?"

Tan Miao was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously turned her head to look around.

Their dormitory is a four-person room, but now only he and Ji Boyan are there, and the other two roommates have gone for internships. The two of them have already done internships last year, so their senior year is relatively free.

If he really wants to be an anchor and broadcast live, it won't affect others much.Ji Boyan has the best relationship with him, and he probably won't mind if he doesn't bother him.

And to be honest, he was indeed a little moved.

Tan Miao pondered for a few seconds, pushed the notebook decisively, and turned to seek Ji Boyan's opinion.

The latter not only did not object, but even enthusiastically encouraged him to go.

Tan Miao smiled: "True brother, it's refreshing enough."

Ji Boyan stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled suddenly: "It's very interesting to think about it, if you become popular someday, can I be able to ascend to heaven with one of you?"

Tan Miao: "...Yes, of course."

He took a deep breath, turned around and showed a somewhat uncontrollable smile, and gave a definite answer to Yo Xiaoxi who was guarding in front of the computer.

Yo Xiaoxi turned her head and opened another dialog box, happily saying "It's done".

A few days later, based on the recommendation of Yo Xiaoxi, Tan Miao applied for a live broadcast room from Tianle TV, a website where he often uploaded videos, and bought a set of simple live broadcast equipment online to prepare for the live broadcast.

During this period, he went to another class of discrete mathematics. This time, Professor Zhu came back to teach in person. He never saw that classmate named Ye Zimo again, but Professor Zhu didn't say anything to him. Tan Miao was nervous. After a class, I was relieved until the professor left.

It seems that Ye Zimo didn't sue Professor Zhu about him.

Could it be that his performance in the second half of the class really moved him?

Tan Miao put this matter aside temporarily, because the application for the live broadcast room has been approved, and the equipment and dormitory environment are all in place. He plans to officially start the live broadcast.

On Friday afternoon, Tan Miao opened her new live broadcast room, selected the game partition, and started broadcasting without saying a word.

"Wait, wait." Ji Boyan, who came to watch enthusiastically, interrupted him.

"What's wrong?" Tan Miao looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you going to start the live broadcast right away?" Ji Boyan was surprised.

"Otherwise?" Tan Miao felt a little funny: "I'll burn incense and take a bath first, put three incense sticks on it, and then put on makeup?"

Ji Boyan rolled his eyes to the sky: "Who asked you to do this, but you should give yourself a label first, right? The attractive one."

Tan Miao was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Ji Boyan was speechless for a while, and simply stretched out his hand to push him: "Go away, let me do it."

Tan Miao stood next to his new chair, and Ji Boyan, who watched the dove occupying the magpie's nest, thought about the screen for a few seconds, and then typed on the keyboard: "Voice control benefits, hand control benefits, face control..."

Before he could finish knocking, Tan Miao reached out and slapped his paw away.

"Don't, don't, don't." The corner of his mouth twitched: "Don't, it's useless for you to write about me."

Seeing Tan Miao delete these lines one by one, Ji Boyan stopped him: "You should keep one at least, or how to attract the audience?"

Tan Miao shrugged, and finally left a tag for voice control welfare as promised.

Since it was the first day of the live broadcast, Tan Miao didn't expect any viewers, so she planned to talk to herself as usual, and then cut this content into a live video and uploaded it to the website.

Tan Miao opened the game that Pikachu had passed to him that day, adjusted the device, and coughed lightly into the microphone.

"Hi everyone, I'm your old friend Tan Xiaomiao."

In fact, there should be a series of prefixes in front of it, but Tan Miao always feels that it is different from the usual live recording, so she is a little embarrassed.

He looked at the screen and tried to make his voice look more relaxed and normal: "The iwanna I'm bringing you today was recommended to me by Pikachu. It's called "iwannabethegod". The name sounds very domineering."

Just like most games, although iwanna is a relatively small stand-alone game, it still has its own circle.

And the more well-known players in the circle are basically in the group that Tan Miao belongs to. Pikachu is one of them. Her fans are much more than Tan Xiaomiao. Those who know Pikachu may not know Tan Xiaomiao. , but anyone who knows Tan Xiaomiao basically knows Pikachu.

Sometimes Tan Miao couldn't help admiring her. It's not easy for a girl to touch her like that.

But it's not too early for him to get into this game himself, so it's only natural that he's not as good as his predecessors.

Tan Miaoru, who has been playing iwanna for two years, comforted herself.

"Let's take a look at the game first..."

In the middle of speaking, Tan Miao suddenly fell silent, her expression froze.

I saw five large characters written in cursive fonts in the lower right corner of the screen.

Author: Mr. Ink.

Tan Miao took a deep breath and subconsciously recalled the conversation with Pikachu that day.

Isn't this a scam? !

Tan Miao was choking speechlessly at the author's beautiful cursive name when a familiar name suddenly flashed on the screen.

[Swollen Pikachu]: "Hey, why isn't this anchor talking? [Show cute]"

She looks like a cute new audience-it's a pity that her level of 38 before her nickname exposed her.

"Pi-ka-chu!"

As soon as he clicked on a certain live webpage, Ye Zimo's pair of small silver-white bluetooth speakers that he just bought let out a roar, causing his roommate Huo Nian to glance in his direction.

Ye Zimo made an apologetic gesture to him, and plugged in the earphones.

This time the voice became clearer: "Why don't you just tell me that this is Mo Zhijun's work?"

Ye Zimo straightened his earphones, raised his eyes thoughtfully, and his eyes fell on the label "Voice Control Welfare" above the video window, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is also worthy of the name.

[Plump Pikachu]: "You didn't ask me."

Tan Xiaomiao held back for a long time: "I'm not good at Chinese, so don't play word games with me."

[Chunky Pikachu]: "hhhhhhhhh"

After laughing, Pikachu swiped a wave of gifts very generously. Tan Xiaomiao paused for two seconds, and his tone turned 180 degrees in an instant: "Thank you, Mr. Pikachu, for the gift! What a treat!"

[Plump Pikachu]: "...Talk about meow, how about your integrity?"

"Huh? What is that?"

Ye Zimo sneered, picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip, over there, Tan Xiaomiao finally remembered the business.

"Okay, let me choose the difficulty first..."

The iwanna game is divided into 4 levels of difficulty: Medium, Hard, Very Hard, and Impossible. As for the simple difficulty?does not exist.

Medium is the lowest difficulty, and it is also the difficulty that most players choose every day.

Even so, it is impossible to pass the level without dying hundreds of times, so there are not many players in this circle who can pass the difficulty of Impossible.

If there is, then it is the god of gods, and the pervert of perverts.

This iwannabethegod is also divided into these four difficulties. Tan Xiaomiao just operated the little figure to jump towards the teleportation point representing the Medium difficulty without even thinking about it.

Then the icon that looked like a small cloud flew to the right.

The little man caught off guard and touched the most difficult teleportation point below, and the interface changed suddenly.

"...What a familiar style," Tan Xiaomiao gritted her teeth, "It really is Mo Zhijun's work."

As he spoke, he decisively decided to re-select the difficulty: "Let's wait for it to fly over...then jump again..."

Before the words could be uttered, Yunduo, representing Medium, shot back in an instant and returned to the original position, while Yunduo, who was Impossible, quickly jumped to the right——

"It's okay, let's come again." Tan Xiaomiao said calmly.

"...Okay, let's jump back here, okay! It's now!"

When the little man was about to touch the cloud, it flew away suddenly, and the little man fell straight down, smashing a hole in the ground and reaching another interface.

A God-like rambunctious expression pack occupies the entire screen, and there is a sentence of handwritten fancy English.

"Surprise"

Tan Xiaomiao was silent for three seconds.

"Mr. Ink... I will fight with you!"

The author has something to say:

Please, please collect... please motivate~~~(づ￣3￣)づ