Eat chicken and eat the goddess

After Bai Hui fell asleep, Mu Ziyou walked around the dormitory twice, and turned on the computer to play games when he was really bored.

The little brother is still not in the friend list.

Mu Ziyou was a little disappointed. Every time he opened the game recently, his little brother wasn't there, and he didn't know if he was too busy.

I brought a few funny friends who usually play together, and as soon as I turned on the microphone and the speaker, there was a burst of noise. Mu Ziyou was startled when he was wearing headphones, and quickly turned down the sound.

She turned her head to look at Bai Hui, whose eyes were closed and her breathing was calm and peaceful, and she leaned over and said in a low voice.

"I don't turn on the microphone, my friend is sleeping."

Among the other three teammates, in addition to the two boys who were more funny than laughing, there was also a little sister with a sweet voice, whom Mu Ziyou met just a few days ago.

When talking, she is whiny and likes to be coquettish, but she has a very good personality, like a cute little sister next door.

As soon as Mu Ziyou finished speaking, she laughed and joked.

"Friend, go to bed. Sister Fatty, she can't be your boyfriend."

Mu Ziyou shook his head and lowered his voice to refute.

"No, I'm in the dormitory, I'm a roommate."

The little sister laughed sweetly, and every time Mu Ziyou spoke, she could feel a little loli pulling her sleeve and shaking it.

"Miss Pangci, can you protect me today, the two of them hate knocking me with pot lids all the time."

The other two teammates laughed, one of them was a boy who was interested in the little sister, and his id was the devil's fangs.

As for another boy with a string of numbers in his id, Mu Ziyou and the others usually called him Wuwu. Mu Ziyou always thought he was very gay, and seemed to be interested in Fang Fang.

Fang Fang's voice is very nice, with a clear and clear boyish voice, it can be heard that he is a young boy, but he has a very good personality.

Generally playing games is said to reveal their qualities. People with a bad temper will swear at others and throw keyboards when they fail. But Fang never swears. To Little Mianyang, although he occasionally slaps him, he can still feel it. He is very doted on. little sheep.

"Hey, Yangyang, how could we beat you? Every time I pick up a third-level armor, I give it to you."

And Wuwu's voice is completely subwoofer, which sounds a bit sexy, but he has a dull personality and doesn't like to talk very much.

"Little Mianyang, it's useless for you to complain to Fatty once, she can cook as well as you."

Little Sheep has a particularly good impression of Mu Ziyou, because in the first game they were randomly matched with, Mu Ziyou saw her as a newcomer and a sweet little girl, so he took good care of her all the time.

So Mu Ziyou is very happy every time she plays the game.

"I don't care, I will follow Miss Pangci, and I won't follow you today."

Canine got a little jealous and screamed.

"Wow, every time Fatty goes online, you abandon us. Is there something wrong? Is your sexual orientation a bit crooked?"

Mu Ziyou was taken aback when he heard about his sexual orientation, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Bai Hui.

Little Mianyang was a little ashamed.

"You don't care about me, you are so annoying, don't follow me for a while, I want to play with Miss Pangci."

A sentence of the game is probably spent in the mutual confrontation between the fangs and the little sheep.

In front of other teammates, Mu Ziyou is like an old driver with a calm personality. He doesn't talk much, and even plays the dishes very calmly, neither rush nor impatient.

It's not at all like in front of the little brother, chattering like a nympho.

The screen in front of him went black, and the whole team died again.

Mu Ziyou sighed for a long time, it seems that after she didn't play with her little brother, she never ate chicken again, and she even forgot what chicken tastes like.

After playing the game for a few rounds, Mu Ziyou retired, and Little Sheep secretly added her account during the game.

When she was offline, Little Sheep also happened to be offline due to something.

"Drip."

The small avatar in the lower right corner of the computer flickered.

The little sheep came to her and sent an emoji of a cute kitten acting like a baby.

"Miss Pangci, where are you from?"

"S City."

Muzi swam back concisely.

The little sheep was surprised and excited.

"Wow, really, I'm from City S too!!!"

Unexpectedly, the teammate who was randomly matched was from this city. Mu Ziyou had a little interest and asked her.

"Are you also from City S? What a coincidence."

"Yeah, what a coincidence, we can meet Ji, Miss Pangci."

Mu Ziyou raised his eyebrows and typed quickly.

"Mianji? Forget it, I'm cowardly."

In fact, there are quite a few like-minded friends I met on the Internet, and there are quite a few people in this city, and many people suggested to play together, but Mu Ziyou always refused.

She can't tell the reason, but she just doesn't want to. She always feels that no matter how easy it is to chat with people across the computer screen, the feeling will change when they meet each other.

"Haha, Miss Pangci, are you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

Mu Ziyou didn't really want to chat with the little sheep, she always felt that the little sheep seemed a little too enthusiastic towards her.

"...No, I'm a bit busy, so I probably don't have time."

The little sheep suddenly dropped such a sentence.

"Miss Fat Ci, you are so cute, super cute."

Mu Ziyou remembered that it seemed that the little sheep had praised her for being cute since the first time she got married, as soon as she spoke.

After playing together, she often began to praise Mu Ziyou for being cute for no reason, which made her feel a little weird.

She stopped chatting with the little sheep, turned off the computer, and looked at her watch. It was almost dinner time.

And somewhere in S City, in a pink and tender room, a pretty young girl with twin ponytails was typing on the computer in front of her with a smile on her face.

The surroundings of her room were covered with game posters, and the most conspicuous of them was an inexplicably enlarged hand on the bedside.

It was a pair of white and beautiful hands that were being placed on the computer keyboard, like a screenshot of a printed picture.

On the computer, a discussion group called Fat Chicken CP is rapidly swiping the screen.

"Don't expose yourself, what should you do if you let Fatci know about the goddess' live broadcast room later?"

"..."

"That's right, didn't the goddess tell us, don't go to Xiaopangci, it won't be fun if it is exposed."

"Yangyang, don't play with Pangci in the future, avoid being exposed."

The little girl pouted and tapped the keyboard quickly to type out a line of words.

"I didn't add her as a friend on purpose. I got her through a random match. It's very natural to add her as a friend to play with. Don't worry, she will never be exposed."

Including the girl, as well as dozens of people in the discussion group, are all fans of Yan Zhen.

They have already set up a cult cp group, and the cute cp is naturally the game cp of Yan Zhen and Mu Ziyou.

Probably even Yan Zhen didn't know about this.

The little girls chattered about, saying that Yan Zhen hadn't started a live broadcast recently, and she couldn't even eat well because of the goddess.

In the hospital, Yan Zhen was helping Yan Qingsu to the hospital gate.

Yan Qingsu's face was pale, her thin body was weakly supported by Yan Zhen, and she apologized with guilt.

"I'm sorry Xiaozhen, I... I didn't notice that the water was boiling."

Yan Zhen sighed lightly.

"Sister-in-law, you also heard from the doctor that you can't take sleeping pills in the future."

Yan Qingsu didn't say anything, just nodded, then got into a taxi with Yan Zhen, and went back to Yan Zhen's apartment.

Yan Zhen didn't tell Yan Qingsu about her grandfather wanting her to go home, she knew that if grandpa put pressure on her now, she would collapse.