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After the exhibition game ended, FB stayed and played for a few days. Jiang He was very lazy. He seldom went out for travel, let alone went to the beach. The expenses for playing later were also paid by the club. He had a good time and went back to broadcast live. You can faintly feel his arrogance at all times.

"Photos? Who takes photos when they go out to play?"

"No."

"As far as the watery nature of Fleeting Years, I am ashamed to call him Fleeting Years."

"Me?" Jiang He snorted twice, "I can't do anything easily."

"Very sunburned...no, no sunburn..."

"Entertainment competition?" Jiang He clicked his tongue speechlessly, "Eat breakfast, who the hell knew that the director cut it directly...Hey, can the top few on the VIP list change their avatars? It's so fucking ugly."

"If you don't change it, don't post the barrage, it looks terrible."

"What are you doing all over the sky, why are you in a daze? You ran away with drugs."

Man Tian was taking out his mobile phone to order milk tea, after picking out his own, he handed the mobile phone to Jiang He: "Brother He, what do you drink?"

Jiang He manipulated the keyboard with one hand, took the mobile phone with the other hand, and muttered like an old father: "Order milk tea and milk tea, too much milk tea is unhealthy."

After ordering the milk tea, he was poisoned to the point where he had only half a tube of blood left. Jiang He packed a first aid kit, drank two bottles of drinks, and prepared to enter the circle with a gun in his pocket.He just came in from outside the poison circle, and a Voldemort who appeared out of nowhere suddenly gave him a shuttle and swept him down.

"I rely on."

"Huh? Wait for me, wait for me." Man Tian panicked.

Jiang He clicked on the map and took a look: "Forget it, forget it, you won't be able to make it."

Crane God, who was eliminated first, turned on to watch the battle, staring at Man Tian's operation: "Man Tian, ​​this one needs to eat chicken."

Jiang He said slowly.

The manipulative character staggered, and he smiled dryly: "Ah, I will work hard."

"You go into the house."

"Didn't the people on the hillside see it? Probe out and fight, probe!"

"Spray medicine first, spray medicine first, this can eat bullets."

"You can fight, you can fight, and you're done."

Man Tian's back was stiff: "Brother He, I can't hold a gun anymore."

Jiang He clicked his tongue slowly: "Okay, okay, you play, I won't talk."

Man Tian straightened the keyboard, rubbed the second joint of his index finger with his thumb, and was about to rush forward with a gun in his hands——

"Call the one in Room 85 first."

"Brother He..."

"Go, go, go."

Man Tian plays conservatively. It is impossible for a team to be full of aggressive players. Only proper calmness and wretchedness can ensure a balance. However, Jiang He himself is so anxious to see the aggressive players. The people at the altar are so arrogant that they just pick up things on the roof of the house. Yes, Mantian is still hiding in the small house next to him and slowly glances at people.From the circle where Jiang He died, he has reached the final circle, and his head has only increased by one.

Jiang He calmed down his heartbeat slowly, and told himself:

The child is still young, neither angry nor angry.

In the end, Man Tian still got the chicken, Jiang He felt it was ridiculous, he licked his lower lip, he was speechless for a moment, Man Tian smiled and handed him the milk tea he got: "Brother He, I got the chicken."

With a blank expression on his face, Jiang He inserted the straw into the milk tea, and it was inserted crookedly, and the lid of the milk tea was torn a big hole. He took two sips, his cheeks were swollen by the pearls, and he boasted without any waves:

"awesome."

They quickly opened the second one, Jiang He was a little more serious, survived to the finals, and killed the Quartet in the finals, scared the sky and yelled at the back Brother He, Brother He, wait a moment, Jiang He It's cool to kill, with a holographic AK in one hand, come to kill one by one, and a pickup truck drives up not far away, Jiang He slightly curved his mouth: "Mantian, ready to pick up takeaway."

He picked up the gun and was about to charge upwards, when suddenly a white shadow flashed by his hand, the warm milk tea was overturned, and the liquid poured all over Jiang He's keyboard, shaking Jiang He's sticky hand.

"Hold!"

Both Liu Nian and Man Tian looked over in horror: "What's wrong?"

Jiang He shook the milk tea with a cold face and looked at the culprit.

Instant Noodles was obediently standing next to the computer, licking his white hair helplessly, and whining.

"Meow."

The keyboard was scrapped, and Jiang He lost his mood for live broadcasting, so he simply downloaded the broadcast. Auntie helped Jiang He clean the keyboard. After teaching the instant noodles, he went back to his place and tried the keyboard again. Some keys may have been flooded too much. Yes, I can't press the keys while typing.

"Scrap?"

Jiang He sighed: "It should be."

"It's okay, just buy a new one." Cheng Ning patted him on the shoulder.

The matter of buying a keyboard couldn't be put on hold, so Jiang He ate something, went back to his room and took a shower, and was about to come out and lie on the bed to browse around and pick out the keyboard.

He took a comfortable hot shower, the temperature of the air conditioner in the room had been warmed up, and he knew he had done something wrong with the instant noodles, lying on the bathroom door, stretching out his paws, staring at Jiang He with big innocent eyes, Jiang Crane hummed twice: "Bad guy."

The instant noodle cat swept the floor with its tail, followed Jiang He's footsteps and jumped onto the bed briskly, with its little white claws gently resting on its master's shoulders.

"Meow~"

Jiang He lifted his eyelids and glanced at it: "Is it useful to act like a baby?"

"Meow meow~"

Jiang He reached out to catch it, and the earphone next to the pillow vibrated suddenly. Jiang He lowered his eyes and looked at the note.

It's Yuan Huan.

Jiang He opened the phone slowly, lazily picked up the phone:

"Hey?"

"Brother, is your keyboard broken?"

Jiang He frowned slightly: "Why do I feel that you are happy?"

"No, I'm at the gate of the base, can you come out for a while?" He added, "Just for a while."

Jiang He hummed: "What are you doing? I'm so cold, I don't want to go out."

Yuan Huan Que on the other end of the phone seemed to be parking the car, and one could immediately imagine him holding the phone between his shoulders and opening the door with one hand, and the next second the receiver was filled with the sound of whistling wind.

"Just for a while, you wear more clothes."

Jiang He got up and put on his coat while cursing, "Damn, you're sick, you came here so late, you're freezing to death."

He quickly ran downstairs, opened the door and rushed out. Yuan Huanqian opened the door of the passenger seat ahead of time, and then waved to Jiang He: "Brother."

Jiang He glared at him and quickly climbed up.

"Are you fucking free?"

Yuan Huanxuan took out a box from the back row and handed it to Jiang He.

"Bought it for you."

Jiang He frowned: "What?"

"keyboard."

"you--"

"Don't you like using their keyboard very much? I thought it was suitable for you when I saw it before, so I bought it, thinking that you will always have to change the keyboard."

Jiang He leaned back on the seat: "I will buy it myself."

Yuan Huan Que pretended to suck his nose pitifully, and asked in a childish voice, "Why don't you?"

"No."

Yuan Huan Que lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Are you still angry with me? I'm sorry, I won't casually say that your teammates are not good, so don't be angry."

Jiang He clicked his tongue and said, "I'm not angry anymore."

"Then why don't you?"

"I have my own money."

Yuan Huanque licked his lower lip lightly: "Don't you want to save your money for your wife?"

Jiang He glanced at him: "That's right, you don't save?"

Jiang He's wages and bonuses for playing games, broadcasting live broadcasts, and signing contracts are not a small amount of money. Why does he spend money? Basically, he only pays his parents a fixed amount every month, and the rest of the salary belongs to him. The account is deposited to the card.Many people in the circle bought cars and houses. When Jiang He was asked about this during the interview, he hummed twice, saying that he had saved all his money well, and he was going to retire after he was ready to beg his wife.

Yuan Huan Que pursed his moist lower lip. He was wearing his own clothes today, a black turtleneck sweater. He looked like he was sitting in the driver's seat, concealing a sense of youth, and his whole person revealed an indescribable feeling With mature gentleness, he stared at Jiang He with burning eyes: "My wife is already in flower now."

Jiang He paused, trying to understand Yuan Huan's words, his throat choked up, the temperature in the car gradually climbed to his ears, Yuan Huan's eyes were heavy, it seemed to be hotter than the heat exhaled from the fan blades Jiang He was so hot that he didn't dare to look directly at him.

Yuan Huan Que actually likes himself?

Jiang He didn't even dare to think about it. Although he basically didn't feel inferior, his arrogant, unlikable, and difficult personality was there. I like it very much, but I always feel that this time is very special, and the joy that spreads in my heart makes him unable to suppress it.

"Hold."

Jiang He cursed in a low voice, lowered his eyes lightly, covering the turbulent waves at the bottom of his eyes.

"Brother, don't feel burdened, okay?" Yuan Huanque sighed softly, "I dare not say it, I'm afraid to scare you away, but I can't help it."

Jiang He scolded: "Little brat, do you understand such things? Don't say such things casually."

"I didn't say it casually. I just have a fucking heart, and it's all on you over and over again."

"you…"

Yuan Huanxuan interrupted him, and asked tentatively, "Brother, do you think I'm disgusting?"

The bottom of Jiang He's eyes was warm, as if he was choked by something, not only was it difficult to make a sound, but his cheeks were flushed, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn! The air conditioner is turned on too high!"

Yuan Huan Que obediently turned down the temperature of the air conditioner. Jiang He's cheeks were flushed from the heat, and he slightly tore open the collar of the padded jacket. The round collar of the pajamas was relatively low, revealing a beautiful white collarbone. The room was filled with the faint scent of shower gel from Jiang He's body.

In the end Jiang He still agreed to accept the keyboard.

"And this, I bought it for you when I passed by just now."

Yuan Huanque picked up a bunch of messy bags and handed them to Jiang He. Jiang He pulled them twice. One bag was full of delicate and charming rock sugar hawthorns, and the other was full of fried chestnuts. Jiang He liked it very much. Chicken feet from a lo mei shop where the queue is very difficult to eat.In the past, when Yuan Huanxuan was still in the team, whenever he went out, he would bring back some snacks for Jiang He, and feed them to the Crane God's very tricky mouth.

"Don't eat this hawthorn at night, it's easy to hurt your teeth, take the chicken feet back and let auntie heat it up before eating."

Jiang He raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Are you my brother?"

Yuan Huanqian chuckled: "You are my brother."