If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

Song Ningyi originally smiled triumphantly, wanting to say that he could beat him no matter what game he played, but when he heard that the chips were pork jerky, he suddenly lost his timidity.

The finger hesitated for a long time on the screen, and finally pressed down slowly:

[Cats are not acceptable, the rest is up to you. 】

Black let out a contemptuous smile: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in anything else about you. I'm so unconfident because I'm afraid of losing to me."

Song Ningyi has been in the world for so many years, how can he be dazzled by this low-level aggressive method.

Song Ningyi: [Okay, what time will it be. 】

But even so, the innocence of the kitty and the honor of mankind must be blocked, and the last battle must be fought.

Black laughed even more contemptuously. In his heart, Song Ningyi was not only a cook who only knew how to broadcast live broadcasts, but also a fool who would obediently take the bait at the slightest provocation.

"Then a week later, give you some time to prepare, don't say I bully 'people'."

Song Ningyi: [Then you decide, what game, I will try my best to practice. 】

"Draw lots." After Black finished speaking, he took a few colored cards and wrote something on them with a pen, then turned the cards over, "Choose a color you like."

Song Ningyi suddenly turned around and waved: "Fatty, come."

Pork jerky immediately trotted all the way with its tail raised, and after a beautiful leap, it landed firmly in Song Ningyi's arms: "Meow?"

"Did you see that there are four colored cards on the screen, Ouhuangmao will choose one for Papa."

The little cat didn't seem to understand, but looked up at Song Ningyi blankly.

Song Ningyi simply picked it up and put his two front paws on the table: "Then it depends on how fate arranges."

The kitten's hind legs were still in a state of suspension. It staggered and slammed its two front paws towards the screen, hitting the blue card.

Song Ningyi put the cat back on the ground: "Okay, your task is completed."

Song Ningyi left a string on the screen: [Let's go blue].

Black glanced at the content on the blue card himself, raised the corner of his mouth, and then turned the card over:

"PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds is a competitive shooting game in the world, commonly known as eating chicken."

Seeing the words on this card, Song Ningyi breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface she still pretended, "Ah? Why is it this game? I'm a little dizzy with 3D."

"I'm not very familiar with this game, I don't play much, just right, we still have a week to practice."

Song Ningyi: [Okay, see you in a week. 】

After the last full stop, Song Ningyi exited the live broadcast room, her eyes wandering to the pork jerky squatting beside her.

After picking it up casually, the kitten didn't even struggle, and even took the initiative to stretch out its claws to hug Song Ningyi's neck at the moment it was picked up, making a "meow" in a milky voice.

"You are so proactive today, Rourou, are you really my Rourou?" Song Ningyi smiled.

Pork jerky hugged his neck, and the little head was snuggled tightly between his necks, softly: "Baa~"

Song Ningyi rubbed its small face, then turned on the computer, found the Steam download package, found PUBG, bought it for 90 yuan, and installed the game.

This game is no longer as popular as it was when it first came out. After the mobile game was launched, no one played it anymore. The game mode is also very simple. Whether it is a frontal attack or a sneak attack from behind, use a gun to knock down all players within your line of sight. First, this serves the purpose of the game.

Song Ningyi is considered an old player who started the server. She didn't join clubs in college, let alone this group. Her only hobbies were playing games and doing live broadcasts.

When the game first became popular, most of the live streamers with a solid fan base were big streamers, but Song Ningyi really used that tenacity to fight a bloody way out of the big streamers and compete with the world's largest live streamer. After signing the contract with the platform, he stopped reading the book at all, and squatted in the advertising space in the live broadcast room every day.

Male fans like him for his skills, female fans for his good looks, elementary school students for his humor and talkative skills, and adults for his empathy and warmth.

When I opened the game interface, I saw the gray profile picture in the friends column. I was a little embarrassed. I remembered the scene when all the dormitory staff ran to the Internet cafe opposite the school for a night machine. That day seemed to be yesterday, but when I woke up, I realized that I had already Lost the qualification to fight side by side with roommates.

Pork jerky squatted aside and watched him quietly, as if sensing his loss, he shook his head and jumped into his arms with small steps, his two claws gently hooking Song Ningyi's sweater thread.

Song Ningyi smiled: "Fatty, let me teach you how to play games."

Flesh looked at him inexplicably, and then at the black brother wearing only a pair of big underpants on the screen.

Song Ningyi chose the single-player mode, randomly selected a map, and entered the game screen. The quality square is no longer as prosperous and noisy as it used to be, and there are even nearly half of the human-machine replacements. You must know that this game was just launched. Most of the time, it was all about real players playing against each other, but later on, many of them left the game, and the production team had no choice but to use human-machines to fill the vacancy.

The map is Song Ningyi's favorite desert map, which is quite like the pioneering era of the American West. Moreover, this map has almost no grass, and it is a combination of dynamic vision and technology.

After killing a few bots, the poisonous circle swiped to Picardo in the middle. It was already a mess and filled with boxes. It seemed that after a fierce battle, almost all of them died. The last seven or eight people left, Song Ningyi He also ate chicken without any suspense.

Nothing interesting, Song Ningyi just sat in front of the computer and stared blankly at the still picture.

He suddenly raised his hand to pick up the pork jerky, took his two claws, and taught him to press the skill buttons one by one, muttering incessantly:

"This is moving forward, this is jumping left and right, this is picking up..."

The little cat let him play with his face full of lovelessness, anyway, the little cat didn't understand.

Song Ningyi also felt that this was useless. He needed a player who could really help him practice duels. After thinking about it, the name "Yang Yun" couldn't get out of his mind for a long time.

A top national server player in the world, and the first anchor who brought him into the pit, and later participated in the PUBG Global Finals, he was also the one who led him all the way to the siege.

Song Ningyi felt that she might need to go back to the world.

When this idea popped up in his mind, he desperately needed a way to realize it.

First of all, Little Hades is definitely not going to work. This kid is more stubborn than a donkey, so he is in charge of the entire underworld. Besides Jiang Yanjin, who else is more suitable to be a tool man than him.

With that in mind, I'll do it right away.

Song Ningyi found Jiang Yanjin's anchor account, clicked into the private message, and sent it in one word:

"about?"

The other end seemed to be guarding the live broadcast room every day when he was not working, and he replied almost in seconds:

"Joy Joy! Where is the date?"

Song Ningyi: "Come to my house."

As soon as the full stop was finished, a greasy and creepy voice echoed through the window:

"Honey~honey~ are you there?"

This time, Song Ningyi did not greet with the soles of his shoes again, but opened the window respectfully, with a bright smile on his face:

"Come in, I'll prepare some fruit for you."

Jiang Yanjin stepped up the steps with one leg, but seeing the malicious smile on Song Ningyi's face, he hesitated.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

But this person is his honey, what kind of evil can a honey have?

One leaned forward, and the person entered the room along the window sill.

A fruit plate was already set up on the table, and there were still drops of water hanging from the brightly colored grapes. Behind him was Song Ningyi with a flattering smile.

"Meows—" A low, hostile cry came from somewhere in the room.

Jiang Yanjin followed the sound subconsciously and looked over. A big fur ball was lying on the bed, with golden pupils staring at him. Even though it was just a fur ball, anger could still be seen on its face.

Jiang Yanjin raised his eyebrows, and made a "shut up" gesture to Maomao, with a half-smile mocking at the corner of his mouth, as if signaling him to shut up.

"Are the grapes delicious?" Just as a ghost and a cat were drawing their swords, a gentle voice of inquiry interrupted the tense atmosphere.

Jiang Yanjin held a grape in his hand and didn't put it in his mouth at all. When he heard the voice of inquiry, he slowly raised his head and stuffed the grape into his mouth:

"Sweet, very sweet."

"Then, do you have anything else you want to eat? I'll make it for you~" Jiang Yanjin stared at Song Ningyi's shy face for a moment.

But I have lived for hundreds of years, and I am not a brainless boy in adolescence, so naturally I will not be fascinated by this low-level beauty trick.

But he enjoyed the process of Song Ningyi's initiative to show his kindness to him very much, and he didn't intend to expose it. Instead, he casually glanced at the kitten on the bed.

The fluff of the kitten's whole body has exploded, like an angry puffer fish, its beard trembled, and a low, warning "ha" sound came out of its throat.

Jiang Yanjin smiled, and picked up another grape——

With a sound of "Oops", the grape fell to the ground and rolled around its feet.

"Honey, my hand is hurt and I can't even hold the fruit, otherwise you can feed me." After finishing speaking, this extremely shameless man even took the initiative to open his mouth wide.

Song Ningyi's forehead instantly grew a tendon burst symbol from an anime character, and he said with a smirk: "Are both hands hurt?"

Jiang Yanjin blinked, with an innocent face: "Yes."

Song Ningyi: If you want to get mad, forget it. After all, I have something to ask of him, and I have to bow my head under the eaves.

He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the knife next to the fruit plate.

Song Ningyi picked up the knife and stabbed it at a bunch of grapes. That skillful posture could not be practiced without dozens of lives in his hands.

He smiled and brought the grapes to Jiang Yanjin's mouth: "Come on, ah—"

The knife holding the grapes was shining with a faint cold light, Jiang Yanjin swallowed, and suddenly sat upright, pushing the grapes away:

"I suddenly felt that my hand was healed and I could eat by myself."

Song Ningyi was still pretending to be good: "Really? QAQ"

Jiang Yanjin smiled: "Okay, then don't pretend, anyway, you are definitely not looking for me to look at the stars and the moon with me, and talk about poetry and songs to ideals in life. Tell me, what's the matter."

"I want to go back to the human world." Song Ningyi spoke very fast, as if the words were burning his mouth.

As soon as these words came out, not only Jiang Yanjin, but also the big furball lying on the bed froze.