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Because of the need for sound insulation, the training room is on the basement floor, which is a bit colder than the upstairs.

Yu Wenqiu doesn't like the cold.

But he didn't notice that he was wearing thin short-sleeves, and even had the tendency to rush past Diao Cihang at a brisk pace.

——His family is all seated and waiting for him.

Diao Cihang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thinking that e-sports really had a fatal appeal to the [-]-year-old boy.

There are six seats in the training room, two rows back to back, a small amount of sundries piled up on the innermost table, and the computer is not turned on, it should be a backup for the base.

Diao Cihang led Yu Wenqiu to the position closest to the door of the training room on the outside, pointed to the computer and said, "This new one is..."

Yu Wenqiu's eyes lit up: "The base equipped Fall players with a holy shield? I thought it would be all aliens...Let me see..."

He himself hadn't touched a game for many days, and at least a few months had passed since the last time this body touched a computer.

Yu Wenqiu turned on the phone quickly with quick eyes and hands.

He felt as comfortable as a car lover hearing the roar of the engine when he heard the start-up sound, like a driver who had been on the starting line again after a long absence, and his whole body was eager to try.

The moment the fan starts to rotate, dazzling lighting effects emerge from the transparent body, which is extremely dazzling and beautiful.

Yu Wenqiu couldn't wait and even tapped the keyboard briskly with a little handicap, and a set of skills came directly - although it was not a peripheral he was used to, the sound and pressure of the black switch still made him bend his eyes happily tail.

Yu Wenqiu muttered: "Is this the computer originally prepared for the Fall players? You even know the peripherals he has been using in the original team..."

The room was originally prepared for Fall players.

The computer is also used originally for Fall players.

It's natural and logical.

After Yu Wenqiu was excited, he was about to pull out the gaming chair and sit down when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the dull and shocked complex gazes of his family members all shooting at him.

"Ah," Yu Wenqiu paused, retracted his hand in embarrassment, shrank back and stood beside the computer, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, it seems a little impolite, I'm too excited."

He was really excited.

He was so excited that he suddenly thought he was in the car to report to the TB team. This was the first time he was sitting here as TB-Fall, ready to start a new day of training and a new stage of the journey.

Yu Wenqiu tried his best to pull the corner of his mouth, but failed, so he lowered his eyes and repeated:

"……sorry."

Diao Cihang was taken aback by Yu Wenqiu's sudden depression.

Diao Cihang felt that he was like a child who had been educated to be polite and obedient in everything—but couldn't hide his curiosity and restrain his true reaction when he saw something he loved. He was clean and direct.

"No, I didn't ask you to apologize, I just turned on a computer," probably because Diao Cihang had seen this look a lot in the youth training camp, and Diao Cihang got a little closer to Yu Wenqiu for no reason, "It seems that you are a true fan. The base really Just this holy shield, but it's not for God Xiaoqiu..."

Just winked: "That's Long Live's new computer."

Yu Wenqiu's face was blank for a moment.

Zhuo Jie's face was written with four big words "I knew it": "To be honest, I did predict your reaction. You are very proficient in that set of skills just now? Is Long Live's keyboard fun?"

Mihoo yearned: "I want to try again, but I don't want to wash the keycaps for him anymore."

Yu Wenqiu was still at a loss.

He originally thought that Wansui's style was more inclined to the minimalist, cold, and indifferent style of metallic colors. He even stubbornly speculated that if the iMac could have e-sports-level configuration, it would definitely be Wansui's first choice.

He clearly remembered that the style of Wansui's computer model and configuration was still the same when he broadcast live before, why... why did it suddenly change.

Yu Wenqiu tentatively asked: "What are you talking about? This is... Suishen's computer? He...would also like this kind of ARGB... colorful lighting effects? 1670 million colors...the kind that blinds the dog's eyes with all the bells and whistles ?”

As soon as Wan Sui walked into the door of the training room, he heard these words.

Wan Suijin walked in slowly from the gate of the training room with a cotton mop, holding a box of juice in his hand, then knocked on his desk with the bottom of the box, signaling Diao Cihang to move:

"Onlookers are rewarded."

The family quickly retracted their heads.

Wan Sui glanced at his computer, which was turned on, and jokingly asked:

"It's not like my computer, like whose?"

Yu Wenqiu said bluntly: "Like you give me..."

When the words came to his lips, he quickly changed his words: "Like you bought it for Fall."

Wan Sui didn't speak, Yu Wenqiu thought that mentioning this made him unhappy, and raised his heart tremblingly again.

Zhuo Jie smoothed things over and said with a smile, "Wen Qiu thinks you're not coquettish enough to be worthy of this computer."

Yu Wenqiu, who was supposed to be grateful for saving the scene, was taken aback for a moment, turned his head and wanted to curse, but was robbed——

Wan Sui smiled: "Is that so?"

Yu Wenqiu murmured: "No, it's not..."

Wan Sui teased and asked, "Then am I coquettish enough?"

Yu Wenqiu was stunned: "Enough, enough..."

Diao Cihang had a headache and took away the foolish Yu Wenqiu, and took him to the position between Mihu and Juste, behind Zhuo Jie and Wan Sui.

It wasn't until Yu Wenqiu passed by Zhuo Jie that he remembered what he wanted to scold just now.

He shook his gaming chair in retaliation and gritted his teeth:

"Your little father, my surname is Yuwen!"

"I'm going... who is your little daddy... whose surname is Chinese? Why isn't your surname Mathematics? Mathematics is so revered..." Zhuo Jie was playing a game of abuse, and he was shaken for a while and directly asked for a Q, but he also Not annoyed, and even willing to enjoy the joy of being illiterate, "Okay, then I will call you Qiubao just like fans."

Yu Wenqiu rolled his eyes, regretfully turned on the table in front of him, which according to Diao Cihang's correction, was prepared for Xiao Qiushen's top-matched alien, and he kept thinking:

"1670 million colorful lighting effects...why can't it be for Fall players..."

Wan Sui was amused.

When I was young, I really liked cool things.

Diao Cihang looked at the time: "45:06. As usual, training starts at 30:02, ends at 30:[-], starts at [-]:[-] pm, and ends at [-]:[-] in the morning. There is no training content for today, and it's the end of the month. It's time to make up time. It's time to score points. Wen...cough, Qiu Bao, I contacted the program team just now when you were packing up, if you don't shoot a Vlog this afternoon, can you broadcast it live?"

Yu Wenqiu hummed.

Diao Cihang nodded, always acting resolutely: "Okay, let's synchronize two points, the platform is the same as ours, Bobo, if you don't have it on the computer, you can download it, and the room number that your company applied for you should be sent to you, remember to share it on Weibo. For the others, whoever is free will bring Fei Qiubao, when he is live broadcasting, he will be more restrained, the trash talk will be suppressed, and the disharmonious barrage will be directly blocked by the room management—is there a problem?"

Family members: "No, no, obey the princess."

Yu Wenqiu also smiled and said: "No, follow the princess."

"Okay, don't learn..." Diao Cihang felt that Yu Wenqiu's aura was inexplicably in tune with the team, and subconsciously hammered Yu Wenqiu's shoulder, "Okay, let's play by ourselves, let them call me if there is anything, and go."

Yu Wenqiu stretched and moved his fingers.

Then he quickly downloaded the live broadcast assistant of the Bobo platform, and tested the microphone and camera a little.

"I'll help you make a live broadcast assistant to watch the barrage..." Mi Hu leaned over to take a look, "Oh, it's done?"

Yu Wenqiu said directly: "Call me little expert."

Yu Wenqiu paused when entering the account number.

The live broadcast platform can log in with an ID or a bound mobile phone mailbox.

Yu Wenqiu habitually typed out the letters FALL and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Then he deleted the ID in the input box without delay.

It's like deleting the last part of my life.

He's going to start over.

Yu Wenqiu re-entered the account number Li Chengbei sent to him, and after logging in, he sent the room number and link to Weibo with the text:

@四月星cheng宇文秋: At two o'clock, take the flight.

Yu Wenqiu tried the keyboard and mouse again.

It's not his peripheral, it should be allocated to him as a spare.

But it doesn’t matter if you play a game or two now, Yu Wenqiu opened the long-lost Legend of Torch, and then thought dully in front of the monitor for a long time...

Which of my trumpets has not been picked up by netizens?

Finally he gave up.

He is just a trumpet.

So he had no choice but to find another set of memories and log in to the account of the original owner of the body, and clicked the mouse to change the game settings to what he was used to.

Yu Wenqiu was extremely focused on doing things without saying a word, and Jia Site sat beside Yu Wenqiu, only hearing the crisp and rapid click of the left mouse button.

Just wanted to wait for Yu Wenqiu to order troops, but now he is interested in playing two games with him:

"Which area? Let's line up. I'm a hunter. I'll make up for you."

"Tardek. You should ask me what heroes are on this garbage account..." Yu Wenqiu quickly scanned the hero pool of this account, and grumbled, "I haven't seen an account with uneven heroes for many years. ……never mind."

Just was amused: "It's as if this isn't your number."

Mihoo also came over, with a cute expression and a nasty speech: "Three rows, right? I'll prostitute your popularity for nothing, and I'll broadcast it live by the way."

"Oh," Just turned on the live broadcast assistant, "Then I have to hang out, too."

Yu Wenqiu knew that his popularity was nothing to rub off on, the family members just gave him face.

But he just wanted to raise his eyebrows arrogantly and say:

"Rub, rub casually, little daddy will fly with you."

Just: "?"

Mihoo: "?"

Give you some color and you have opened a dyeing workshop.

It's two o'clock.

Yu Wenqiu very punctually logged into his live broadcast room called [Autumn players line up casually].

Wan Sui just asked: "Which one is the live broadcast room? Send it to me, and the princess will let me hold the personal show."

Although Yuwenqiu turned his back to Wansui, he quietly pricked up his ears.

"Princess is too stingy, Lord Long Live at least has a lot of money." Zhuo Jie clicked his tongue twice, "Let me see, here, this, the Autumn players just arrange this."

"He should be considerate of my poverty." Wan Sui hung into Yu Wenqiu's live broadcast room, "Let me see, Autumn player..."

Wan Sui's voice paused.

For a moment, Yu Wenqiu heard Wan Sui's short laugh very sensitively:

"Hold the trolls in the competition circle and protect the best Qiu Bao?"

"I'm sorry, but your Qiubao should be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger now."