Thinking about it this way, it makes sense to have such a high overlap of account IDs. After all, things of a kind flock together and people are divided into groups.
Fortunately, although Shen Jiayan was asked to help buy this account, Shen Jiayan should not be able to recognize it after changing the name after buying it back, and there is no risk of losing the horse for the time being.
But this matter is still quite psychedelic after much deliberation. Why would Shen Jiayan find a company to play with
However, it may be because there have been more and more psychedelic things since getting to know Xia Zhiye, so Song Yan quickly became habitually speechless after a short shock.
Shen Jiayan, this idiot, is still playing cute there cheerfully: [I can only play mid laner, so can you let me play mid lane duck~QAQ]
Shang Huai: [No problem, you are a mid laner, I am a jungler, and our middle and wild teamwork together, the world is invincible]
Zhou Ziqiu: [I place an order]
A lone wolf player like Song Yan doesn't have the word "assistant" in his dictionary, and he doesn't bother to say a single word, so he just marks his route: [Shooter]
The rest of Xia Zhiye is easy to discuss: [All right, I will assist]
As soon as Xia Zhiye finished saying this, Song Yan watched helplessly as he chose Zhuang Zhou on the fifth floor, and he also brought a beheading along the way.
[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]:
[Pure and beautiful male high school student]: Opposite Wang Zhaojun Lanling Wang Baiqi Zhongkui, I am Tian Ke
[Little rich woman with a lot of money]: I know, but I'm weak
[Pure and beautiful male high school student]: No need
[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]:
[Pure and beautiful male high school student]: Piranha
[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]:?
Song Yan has always felt that he is the most annoying cancer player in team games.
The style of play is that I am the number one martial artist in the world, and you can do whatever you like, but because of your good skills, the passers-by teammates who are usually in the queue are willing to protect him.
Unexpectedly, in Wuhei, he met a player who was more cancerous than him.
As the shooter with the shortest legs in the Canyon of Kings, Song Yan played Luban, and he didn't see the shadow of Xia Zhiye's support in the first three minutes.
After 1v2 in the bottom lane, Yu Ji and Zhong Kui on the opposite side were exhausted to the residual blood, the fish suddenly appeared mysteriously with the red and blue buffs in the opposite wild area, and then went into the sea with a big move and killed one after another.
System broadcast, Zhuang Zhou double kill.
Song Yan wished he could pick up Little Luban's cannon on the screen and directly put the kun on the grill. He couldn't hold back, and clicked on the in-game chat.
[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]:
[Pure and beautiful male high school student]: I am afraid that your output is not enough
[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]:?
[Pure and beautiful male high school student]: I can win anyway
It was indeed possible to win, the last fish that needed to be beaten was wearing a blood-sucking outfit, and with a beheading, it drove into the crowd at full speed, Song Yan stood behind and pumped output, and the opponent was basically wiped out.
After a few team battles, it was a direct wave, and it was easy to win, and both the gold medal support and the gold medal shooter also won.
It's just that the game experience of little Luban having to follow a fish with difficulty on two short legs and running all over the map is really bad.
Before Song Yan asked Xia Zhiye to play with him, it was Xia Zhiye who beat him, and Song Yan played on his side, each being king and not interfering with each other.
This is the first time that we have cooperated together in a real sense, and I didn't expect to be so aggrieved.
Song Yan felt that if this situation happened again, the friendship between him and Xia Zhiye would basically come to an end.
So for the sake of world peace, after returning to the room after the game, he said with a cold face: [You guys play, I'm down]
Shang Huai and Shen Jiayan were bastards for the entire round, and they almost collapsed in the middle. They all won by hugging Song Yan's thigh and laying down. Seeing that he was about to leave, they became anxious.
[Sexy and beautiful male high school student]: Little sister, don't, he's just like this, he plays too much output, so his awareness of playing support is really bad. Don't go, let me help you, okay
[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]: No, I have something to do tomorrow, I'm going to sleep
After returning, Song Yan went offline, quit the account of [Ren Mei Qian Duo Xiao Fu Po], and switched back to her original WeChat account.
I just saw the message that Shen Jiayan sent him before: [The previous limited skin has returned, I gave you a set, you go online and have a look]
It is followed by a link to a game that gives a gift.
Song Yan clicked in.
The phone screen jumps to the game login interface.
Click to log in to your WeChat account, and as soon as you log in, a message pops up in your friends list.
[Pure and beautiful male high school student (Wild)]: Didn't sleep
[Not adding friends (YAN)]: Yes.
[Pure and beautiful male high school student (Wild)]: Wuhei, are you coming
Come on.
Song Yan was just about to refuse, but the game invitation popped up directly on the page. Song Yan shook her finger and accidentally clicked to accept.
So the moment he entered the game room, Song Yan felt a virtual yet real suffocation from Shen Jiayan.
But this suffocation belongs only to them.
Three male high school students just feel happy.
[Sexy and beautiful male high school student]: Tired of brother? you play too
[Cute and beautiful male high school student]: That's all there, let's drive.
[Pure and beautiful male high school student]: OK.
Song Yan didn't have time to refuse the whole process, so he was forced to enter the ranking interface. Before he could refuse, Xia Zhiye sent a message: [Brother Yan shooter, I will protect you]
After talking, I chose Cai Wenji.
Song Yan recalled the game experience of being assisted by Xia Zhiye in the previous game, and wanted to hang up.
Shen Jiayan also recovered from the huge shock, and privately chatted with Song Yan to send a WeChat message: [Do you know each other? ? ? ]
Song Yanqie went out and replied: [Well, my classmate]
Shen Jiayan's head was about to explode right across the wall: [This world is too magical! ! ! Dad, don't betray me! If I let them know that I am a man, I will lose my fame for the rest of my life! ]
Song Yanhui: [You didn't have a famous name at first. ]
Shen Jiayan was going crazy: [I beg you, Dad, just pretend that we don't know each other at all, okay, I'll kowtow to you for the early years! ! ! ]
If I knew the shame of today, why bother to change my voice back then.
But Song Yan thought back on what he had done, and found that it didn't seem to be any better.
After all, if one day his vest of [Renmeiqianduxiaorich] falls off, it may witness that the person who lost the horse will bleed for hundreds of steps and lay dead for thousands of miles.
Thinking of this, Song Yan felt that he needed to save some character to cover his vest, so it was rare for him to talk: [Don't worry, I didn't know you at all]
Shen Jiayan finally breathed a sigh of relief: [Thank you Dad, my father loves you like a mountain, I will always be grateful to you]
After the two exchanged underground information, they switched back to the game, just in time for the whole army to attack.
Also playing support, Xia Zhiye didn't hesitate to go to the opposite jungle area to fight against the blue this time, and didn't even go to the middle lane to help clear the line, but just sat on a rocking car and followed Song Yan closely Behind the steered Marco Polo.
Wherever Song Yan goes, he will go there. He will not cause trouble, leave, or grab the head. He will just jump around and chase after Song Yannai with two short legs, and the distance will never exceed two body positions.
At the end of the milk, Shang Huai was about to cry, so he turned on the mic directly: "Dad! Don't just stare at Song Yan's milk alone! He is full of blood! He doesn't need you! Look at the one behind you whose blood volume is less than 10% I’m still wearing five layers of poison! I’m your friend Lan!”
As soon as the words fell, Song Yan in the middle road Hedao had already killed Arthur who was squatting in the grass, but the Di Renjie he manipulated had also turned into residual blood, and the opposite mid laner Zhuge Liang flashed forward and set him up.
Seeing that Song Yan was about to disappear, Cai Wenji, who had less blood than Di Renjie and whose skills were still cooling down, didn't even think about it. He followed Zhuge Liang's big move alive.
At the same time, Song Yan took the opportunity to counter-kill Zhuge Liang.
The remaining three looked at the broadcast news of Cai Wenji's death and Marco Polo's double kill that appeared on the screen one after another: "..."
This operation is 6 ah.
Shang Huai opened the microphone: "Who said my Master Xia can't play support?"
Zhou Ziqiu typed: "To the extent that Lu Ban can be pissed off directly."
Shen Jiayan's voice changer: "Wow, the assistant brother has a boyfriend!"
Xia Zhiye, who used to communicate only by text, also pressed the microphone, and a lazy voice came from the game: "As long as I don't die, our Song Daxi can't die. Don't be envious, don't be jealous, this is something you can't ask for." Blessing."
The voice is lazy, with a bit of unrestrained sloppyness.
Hearing this, Song Yan's ears felt hot, and he cursed "stupid" in a low voice.
Is this man addicted to coaxing little girls all day long
Besides, no matter how much he chased the fish, he couldn't catch up with him, and no matter how hard this player chased Cai Wenji, he couldn't chase him away. How could the same person play such completely different supports
Is there something wrong with him
Just as he was thinking, Shen Jiayan's WeChat came in.
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: Brother, I think there may be something wrong with your classmate.
[YAN]:
[The sweetest little milkberry in the world]: Do you know how he was a support last time
[YAN]:.
[The sweetest little milkberry in the world]: Basically, he plays himself as an output and Luban as a pendant.
[YAN]: ...
[The sweetest little milkberry in the world]: And the last assistant I've ever seen who treated death insurance so differently has now publicly come out with his boyfriend, so I can only wish you good luck.
Song Yan: "..."
Sure enough, the voice changer couldn't be turned on. If it is turned on too much, the descendants will become gay in Gay.
Song Zhinan commented on Shen Jiayan in this way.
·
Facts have proved that Xia Zhiye definitely didn't want to protect Song Yan on a whim, but did so.
Do your best to the point where you can submit for review and move China.
So in the next few games, Song Yan played comfortably physically and mentally, and the super god mvp, the data was not good.
But tomorrow morning, he had to go to the cemetery in the suburbs and help Shen Jiayan do the papers, so after a few rounds, Song Yan got offline.
He stopped playing, and Xia Zhiye had no interest in playing, so he logged out and switched back to WeChat: [I searched the table and bed, but I didn't see your tablet, and I can't find your drawers and cabinets]
It was inevitable that he couldn't find it, because the tablet was lying on Song Yan's left hand now, and he was just making up an excuse at that time.
[YAN]: Well, it’s okay, I’ll go back and look for it myself.
After returning, the top of the dialog box switches back and forth between [Wild] and [The other party is typing...], it seems that there is something to say but hesitant.
This is not like Xia Zhiye's style.
Song Yan just wanted to ask, but the message came over [Are you happy today]
A sentence without a beginning or an end, is it worth struggling for such a long time
Song Yan paused with his fingertips, feeling that Xia Zhiye's words meant something, as if he knew that he might be unhappy when he returned home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
After a while, I felt that I was thinking too much.
Xia Zhiye should be simply talking about the game.
[YAN]: Not bad.
[Wild]: As long as it's okay, remember to come back early, Nanwu needs you.
[YAN]:
[Wild]: Shicao in Nanwu City is very lonely.
[YAN]: ...
idiot.
Song Yan cursed in his heart, but the corners of his mouth raised an arc uncontrollably that he didn't even notice.
I conveniently booked a flight ticket back to Nanwu the next day.
It's okay to go back early.
In order to avoid Xia Zhiye's eight-day long vacation, doing something that might go astray when he has nothing to do alone.
After all, who knows how many good sisters this scumbag has.
And he really didn't want to stay in Beijing, even if it was the anniversary of his mother's death, he didn't have any extra emotions.
After all, his feelings for his mother had been tortured and deformed in his short childhood, and after seeing her die in front of his own eyes, all the dependence, fear, deep love and fear were completely dissipated.
The only thing left is the gratitude for giving me this life through all the hardships of being pregnant in October.
Every autumn, I come here to clean up the fallen leaves on the cemetery, replace them with new white bouquets, and stand quietly for a while, which is the last relationship and bond between mother and child.
"That's good, at least you don't have to be sad once a year. But don't worry, my mother is your mother. If you need anything after returning to Nanwu, just tell me." Shen Jiayan said while doing all kinds of things for his mother. Snacks and dim sum were crazily stuffed into Song Yan's suitcase.
Song Yan took out the pile of things that he stuffed in that couldn't pass the security check: "Okay, instead of worrying about me, why don't you do more questions and let your mother worry less."
After speaking, he took out a notebook with Shen Jiayan's textbooks and papers, and handed it over together: "The important test points in the second year of high school and your error-prone questions are all sorted out for you. After reading it before the final exam, you should be able to Take a life."
Shen Jiayan took it over, turned a few pages, and the pen and ink were still fresh. It looked like he had stayed up all night with his wrong questions and textbooks yesterday.
Thinking of Song Yan still thinking about his own affairs at this time, Shen Jiayan's eyes became a little hot, and he hugged Song Yan, his voice choked up: "Old Song, you are too kind to me."
Song Yan felt that this person was probably a fool, and a notebook could fool him into this.
But if you are not a fool, you won't be friends with yourself anymore, thinking about it, you are still a little moved.
Just as he was about to comfort him, Shen Jiayan wiped away tears, raised his chest and raised his head: "But Lao Song, don't worry, my brother won't treat you badly. If one day you come out with your gay classmate who is gay, your dad will If I beat you to death, you will come to me, brother will definitely defend your freedom of love to the death!"
"..."
Song Yan's comforting words disappeared in an instant, and she pulled back her notebook indifferently, "You should be beaten to death by your mother."
"Don't, Lao Song, I'm serious. Without you, I would definitely not survive this National Day. It's a pity that you have to come back so early... eh?" Shen Jiayan suddenly thought of something, and slapped his head, "Although you can't stay in Beijing , but I can go to Nanwu with you!"
Song Yan: "?"
"I'll just tell my mom that you don't have any friends in Nanwu. I'll accompany you to Nanwu for a few days and let you help me with my homework. She will definitely agree, perfect!" Shen Jiayan rushed downstairs after speaking. , and accompanied by a sweet and greasy sound, "Oh! My youngest and most beautiful mother!"
Song Yan: "..."
No matter how this person thinks, he will come out once.
And Shen Jiayan's youngest and beautiful mother thought that this fool was an eyesore at home. Instead of playing games at home every day, it would be better to let him go out with Song Yan, a top student, to learn more, so she bought a plane ticket for Shen Jiayan without saying a word.
It wasn't until the two of them landed that Song Yan realized why this matter was so settled.
I haven't told Shen Jiayan that the gay classmate who had sex with him yesterday is the legendary third middle school bully Xia Zhiye.
If these two people with abnormal brain circuits meet together, exchange information about each other, and then perform some strange divergences that are different from ordinary people, it is difficult to guarantee what will happen.
Just thinking about it makes me feel physically and mentally exhausted.
Fortunately, he hadn't told Xia Zhiye that he was back, and he took Shen Jiayan to stay in the hotel for two days, so the two probably wouldn't run into each other.
Shen Jiayan on the other end was also very agile: "Xiao Yan, the hotel has been booked. The Hilton suite with two bedrooms is just big enough for you and me to live together."
"Well, let's go then."
Song Yan stopped a taxi and got into the taxi with luggage.
The night in Nanwu is far more beautiful and interesting than its daytime. Vehicles are speeding past on the elevated road, and the neon lights on both sides are pulled out with brilliant light bands, corresponding to the noisy fireworks in the night market, forming a lively and bright night.
Arriving at the entrance of the hotel and getting out of the car, Shen Jiayan smelled the smell of hot pot coming from nowhere, and said, "It smells so good! Xiaoyan, let's go eat hot pot later!"
Song Yan played with his mobile phone without raising his head: "It's up to you."
He is tall and has long legs, and he walks very fast. Shen Jiayan struggled to follow with the big bags and small bags: "Go slowly, wait for me, and there is a glass door in front, watch the road!"
Thanks to Shen Jiayan's reminder, Song Yan didn't bump into it, but his pace didn't slow down.
Shen Jiayan was out of breath, and complained: "Who are you chatting with? You don't even look at the road."
Song Yan replied casually: "Xia Zhiye."
"Who?"
Shen Jiayan raised his voice, as if he suspected that he had misheard.
In order to avoid Shen Jiayan's worry, Song Yan never told him that the legendary bad boy Xia Zhiye was his roommate and deskmate.
But now that the two have played games together, it's time to correct Shen Jiayan's misunderstanding of Xia Zhiye.
So he added: "Xia Zhiye, my roommate, was the assistant last night."
"???" Shen Jiayan felt bad when he heard this, "You mean that the assistant last night was Xia Zhiye?!"
"Ok."
"The boyfriend who has been playing with Cai Wenji and Princess Yaoyao is so powerful, good-natured, and heart-warming assistant is actually the legendary Neptune scumbag Xia who is two meters tall and has eight pack abs. Edano???"
It is not difficult to hear the collapse of Shen Jiayan's faith in his tone.
Song Yan didn't know how to answer for a moment.
After all, it is true to some extent, but not entirely.
Just thinking about how to correct this sentence to make it sound, Shen Jiayan who was behind him already regarded him as the default.
Carrying luggage, he stopped in his tracks, his tone almost suspicious of life: "So, the guy who chatted with you on WeChat last night that you said he hated was also Xia Zhiye?"
Song Yan: "Yes."
Shen Jiayan: "That's over."
"?" Song Yan didn't understand these two words, stopped and looked back, "Why is it over?"
Shen Jiayan stood on the spot, raised his arm, and pointed behind him: "Because there is a person who looks exactly like that handsome man there."
"?"
"And I've been standing there looking at you for a long, long time."
"??"
Song Yan followed Shen Jiayan's gaze and turned his head back, and sure enough, under the lights of the hotel lobby, a handsome man with tall legs, long eyebrows, high eyes, deep nose and a small mole was lazily standing against the wall with his hands in his pockets with.
After meeting Song Yan's gaze, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and with the most sloppy smile, he asked three soul-striking rhetorical questions: "Sea King? Scumbag? Very annoying?"
"..."
At that moment, Song Yan was thinking, if you don't want to be small, can you just wrap it in flour and fry it until golden.
The author has something to say: Xiao Shen: The tool man sheds tears and the head of a cat
This article is about to embark on the road of no return to the Matthew field:
Xiao Shen drops, Xiao Shen drops, Xiao Shen drops, Xiao Song drops.
Xiao Song is gone, Xiao Song is gone, Xiao Song is gone, and Xiao Xia is gone.
Xiao Xia lost, Xiao Xia lost, Xiao Xia fell and was domestically abused.