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Diao Cihang said quietly behind the camera:

"You swept across the four rooms as if you were crossing the Yalu River. Why didn't you ask if you can enter?"

Yu Wenqiu turned around and glared at Diao Cihang, but Diao Cihang secretly learned a trick and blocked it with his camera.

Wan Sui directly opened the door of the room, Yu Wenqiu hesitated, and walked in cautiously.

Wansui's room has a private bathroom, the bathroom door is half closed, and a messy team uniform can be vaguely seen stuffed in the dirty clothes behind the door.

The bay window is large, and there is no marble window sill underneath, so the room looks more spacious.

The floor is made of solid wood, and a dozen or so simple and beautiful shoe boxes are stacked together in twos and threes, and placed against the wall, which is barely neat.

Next to the bed, there is a home-style computer desk that is hardly used. There are a lot of comic books with unknown names scattered on the desk and a chair in front of the desk. A cashmere blanket that was removed due to the hot weather .

——A pair of sports earphones were thrown on the blanket.

Wan Sui seemed a little satisfied with himself: "I accepted it."

Yu Wenqiu opened his mouth, thinking that this was the room specially cleaned by Wan Sui, he was a little dazed for a while:

"...Aww."

Diao Cihang was surprised: "Actually, he is not like this usually."

Yu Wenqiu thought that she would be tidier at ordinary times.

Just listen to Diao Cihang make up the knife: "It's just today, this house still looks like someone lives there."

Yu Wenqiu: "..."

"I'm also puzzled. How does a person who loves to be clean enough to take a shower twice a day in summer conflict with himself and make the room so messy? The wooden floor can be spotless, but there are definitely shoes scattered all over the place. The comics on the desk can’t be put together, and there will always be his headphones and power cord that mysteriously disappeared under the bed at the foot of the table—the headphones on the blanket are the second pair this month.” Diao Cihang finally found a chance to complain, “I bet you pull them away now His wardrobe, his expensive clothes and pants are just pouring right in your face."

Yu Wenqiu took a step back with horror on his face: "It's still not, it won't be opened..."

Wan Sui clicked his tongue lightly, inexplicably arousing Diao Cihang's desire to show off, and he signaled Yu Wenqiu to pull the cabinet: "Open! Open the lid for joy! The wardrobe is the famous attraction in Long Live Lord's room! Don't be afraid, even if it spews out When he came out, he was embarrassed to ask you to help him fold it back like a little wife..."

Wan Sui sneered, "I'm sorry."

Yu Wenqiu retracted her hand silently.

Thinking that Long Live Lord was going to be angry again, Yu Wenqiu hurriedly made amends for him:

"Although! Chaotic and orderly! You...you see how comfortable he is..."

Diao Cihang was puzzled: "Who can be as comfortable as him?! Where is the fucking order again?!"

Yu Wenqiu bit the bullet: "He...although it seems to us that he can't find the right thing in the right place, but he must know where his things are placed."

Diao Cihang pointed the camera at Wan Sui: "Did you know?"

Wan Suizheng crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, thought for a while and said:

"Well... Speaking of which, have any of you seen my slippers?"

He raised his leg slightly and shook the cotton mop under his feet:

"Not this pair, for summer?"

Diao Cihang didn't answer, and silently turned the camera back to Yu Wenqiu.

Yu Wenqiu covered his face: "...I'm sorry."

He shouldn't apply universal laws to speculate on Eras players who can't be predicted.

Diao Cihang was amused by the annoyance on Yu Wenqiu's face.

He thought about it again, the tasks assigned by the program team did not make Yu Wenqiu do nothing and let him wait to go back and be scolded.

So Diao Cihang asked very naturally:

"Are you Xiao Qiushen's fan or Suishen's daughter-in-law? Why are you so attached to him?"

Wan Sui, who was thinking about where his summer slippers went, cast his eyes on Yu Wenqiu when he heard the words.

Yu Wenqiu was only slightly embarrassed, then put on a slightly complaining expression, and said:

"I, can't I be a loving group fan? How can your group have no group soul?"

Diao Cihang also reacted quickly to the conversation, he glanced at Wansui with the camera:

"The main reason is that the upper beam is not upright and the lower beam is crooked. The captain himself is unwilling to integrate into the atmosphere of our girl group!"

The captain himself probably sneered, and said, "Let's look for player Jiumi, he seems more willing."

Yu Wenqiu: "..."

Rather than creating a girl group atmosphere, Yu Wenqiu actually wanted to read the comics on Wansui's table, but he hesitated.

I don't know if it's because he grew up in an orphanage, and when he was a child, many things could only be shared. Since he became sensible, he has always been a person who treasures his own things, to the point of being almost paranoid.

As long as something belongs to him, he doesn't like others to touch it, and even more important things are not even allowed to be touched.

He knew that Wan Sui might not have such a habit like him—after all, Wan Sui was so "chaotic and orderly", that he might not even remember where he put something.

But when Yu Wenqiu walked around the room like a process, he only glanced at the cartoons cautiously, then looked away, and exited the room without staying for a long time after the shooting task was completed.

Wan Sui followed behind him, swallowed what he was about to say, and was the last one to walk out of the room, closing the door.

The private task of visiting Suishen's room was completed, Yu Wenqiu was very happy, and decided to quietly tick all the wishes that had already been clocked in the booklet after returning to the room at night.

Thinking about this in his mind, his steps down the stairs became much lighter, and even from Diao Cihang's camera lens, there was an illusion that he was jumping.

While jumping, he was still muttering: "The filming is over, go downstairs for training, go downstairs for training."

The recording is almost here, Diao Cihang paused the recording, and said dumbfoundingly:

"He's positive."

Wan Sui looked at the back of Yu Wenqiu who disappeared at the corner of the stairs, and asked:

"Didn't you ask me if I had any suggestions yesterday?"

"Oh," Diao Cihang responded, "What kind of commemorative gift should Yu Wenqiu give him when he leaves? Well, I'll do it tomorrow, and I'm going to give him a set of team peripherals. What's wrong?"

***

Yu Wenqiu is already lining up with Zhuo Jie.

Taking turns rubbing against the small, medium and small trumpets of the contestants, chopping vegetables and frying fish until they fly.

"The princess is busy," Wan Sui asked, holding Yu Wenqiu's camera, "Where do you put yours?"

"...Oh, um, thank you, Team Wan."

Yu Wenqiu was wearing headphones and concentrating on the game until Wan Sui walked up to him.

As soon as he was stiff, he stretched out his hands and scratched to expose his ears, and silently lowered his bent legs. The feet that took off their shoes and stepped on the edge of the chair also obediently fell to the ground, and the toes wrapped in clean white socks were unconsciously hidden in the curled up at the foot of the table and said:

"...Just let it go."

Wan Sui said yes.

Then he adjusted the recording mode of the camera, and placed it in a position where half of the person could be recorded without obstructing the line of sight.

Inexplicably, Yu Wenqiu felt that Wan Sui had planted an eye around him, and he seemed to be bathed in Wan Sui's gaze all night, so well-behaved.

Until eleven o'clock, except for Yu Wenqiu getting up halfway to go to the bathroom once, he seemed to be on the bench at other times.

As long as you wear headphones, you can temporarily ignore the black hole on the table staring at you, and you can also temporarily forget Wan Sui's elusive and gentle gaze.

Sitting next to him, Just was puzzled. Knowing that he couldn't hear anyone speaking, he purposely stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, raising his voice:

"No, your state doesn't look like you're here to experience life, you look like you're here to kick the gym?!"

Yu Wenqiu was very displeased: "Who would have thought that I was just trying to score points for my disabled account."

In the evening, Wan Sui didn't find Yu Wenqiu again, so Yu Wenqiu consciously stepped down from Wan Sui's trumpet, and then began to practice his idea of ​​"trying to see if he can play in three days".

Another game is over, all the heroes that can be bought are bought, and the ranks that cannot be solved with money are still far behind.

Yu Wenqiu took off the earphones and stared at the computer screen in a daze, and began to sulk to himself.

Mihoo thought he was finally bored: "Are you tired? You've been chopping food all day. Don't you artists have that, that skin management? It's time to go to bed."

Speaking of skin management, Just got excited again:

"To be honest, can you really fall asleep at this point? Going to bed early can really improve your skin? To be honest, our work and rest are also very regular. How can I still have acne?"

"I don't want to think about it in the morning, so I don't want to sleep now," Yu Wenqiu sneered, "And do you have acne?"

Just leaned over with a bang, pointed at the big red pimple on his forehead and said:

"Isn't this acne?!"

Yu Wenqiu slapped him on the forehead: "What else can it be? Either the curse of the spicy crab on you or the wronged soul of the spicy crayfish."

Just covered his pimple that was almost exploded by Yu Wenqiu's slap and grinned: "What the hell——damn Qiu Bao! What! Da!"

Before Yu Wenqiu could laugh with his family, Diao Cihang went downstairs to arrest him:

"Yu Wenqiu! What time is it and I'm still playing on the computer! Don't go to bed yet! I can't wake up tomorrow morning!"

Zhuo Jie sensibly quit the group rehearsal with Yu Wenqiu, and was amused: "I didn't expect our princess to have a time when she is a mother."

Yu Wenqiu Youyou: "Illiterate, it's fine if you change my surname... Is that what you use for my mother?"

Mihoo quickly reminded: "Camera! Camera! It's being recorded!"

Yu Wenqiu clicked his mouth reluctantly.

Behind him, Wan Sui boarded the hooray trumpet to take a look at Yu Wenqiu's record today.

Winning all ten ranks in the game of kings, the output of seven MVPs exploded, and soon you will be able to climb the ladder to the legendary rank.

Look at the professional players he has ranked against.

Xiao Chen, the captain of the HEA team, although he may not have been fully serious and was caught off guard because of his patronage and shock, it is also a fact that Yu Wenqiu stepped on the dead body to practice singing and dancing.

There is also the active mechanic of the BO team who replaced the Fall player. From the one-sided view of the results of the game, he really lost to Yu Wenqiu.

Thinking back to his familiarity with Just and Kitty and the coordination he can play...

When Wan Sui watched Yu Wenqiu's live broadcast of the first game, he accidentally noticed his superior consciousness and brilliant operation, but it is unreasonable to analyze the operation level through the chopping game.

However, Wan Sui was still curious, so he borrowed his trumpet to rank Yu Wenqiu, hoping to see if he could suppress operations in high-end rounds—or if the requirements were lower, so that he had the opportunity to perform meticulous operations. half of the time.

To Wansui's surprise, if his awareness is [-]%, his operation in high-end rounds can keep up with [-]% awareness.

Wan Sui smiled.

... The remaining two points should be delayed by singing and dancing dreams.