The talent of the little apprentice is really high!
Ji Zhiyao let go of the fist he had clenched because of excitement just now, and saw a line of words on the public screen.
[I have a big baby: Master, did I play well just now?]
He replied: [Tianxiu! Great!]
[I have a big baby: I watched my uncle play games yesterday, and he told me that this kind of situation is too risky to touch directly, and we must learn to use skills and the help of teammates. I tried it out, and it didn't work out very well.]
Fi god
Ji Zhiyao's fingers on the keyboard slightly lifted up, resting on his chin.
Perhaps, the next time he encounters this situation, he can also consider...
After playing a game, the little apprentice went to sleep. Ji Zhiyao turned off the game, and also turned off the live broadcast room where the bullet screens were scrambling. He rested his chin on one hand and lowered his eyes lazily, obviously thinking about something.
He was thinking about the feasibility of changing the small details of similar operations in the game.
Although God Fi and him are not playing in the same position, but to cooperate with this kind of thing, it doesn't matter what position you play.
Ji Zhiyao maintained this action for more than ten minutes. Yang Bing, who was behind him, saw that his side had lost his voice, and finally dared to come here: "Old Ji, I haven't asked you yet. You said you are a game anchor, what game? Is it "Hero"?"
Ji Zhiyao came back to his senses, "Yes."
"Let's play games together one day. When I first played "Heroes", I always thought about becoming a professional player in the future. Unfortunately, I am too good, and now I am only a master. Since you can broadcast live, you must play well. Bring Take me, take me."
Seeing Yang Bing's hands rubbing back and forth excitedly, Ji Zhiyao deliberately said, "Game anchors don't necessarily have to be very good at playing games. I have a lot more female fans than male fans, probably because of my better looks."
Yang Bing's face turned into an eggplant color: "... I'm sorry to bother you."
The other two in the dormitory also laughed, and Wen Heng couldn't help but said lightly: "Ji Zhiyao plays the game very well, don't be fooled by him."
"Old season!"
"Just kidding, just kidding." Ji Zhiyao patted Yang Bing's shoulder, "Call me when you play, and I will take you flying at any time."
This made Yang Bing satisfied.
Because they were tiring after tidying up things all day, they stopped making noise and went to the bathroom one by one to wash up and get ready for bed.
…
Mix team base.
Mo Huaifeng quit the game account, and walked lazily to the refrigerator to get a drink.
Among the things delivered by the housekeeping aunt in the morning, she forgot to bring a few cans of carbonated drinks, which caused Mo Huaifeng to have a headache when he opened the refrigerator and looked at the only bottle of Coke left. He silently glanced at the cold drink layer, then took the Coke bottle, closed the refrigerator door, drank while walking and sat back in front of the computer.
The assistant Danuo raised his head from the game, and looked curiously at Mo Huaifeng's other empty hand, "Captain, where's my drink? Your assistant is dizzy now, and urgently needs a bottle of ice cream to continue his life. "
"This is the last bottle. If you want to drink, go out and buy it yourself." Mo Huaifeng put the half-drinked bottle in front of him, hung up the headset, and looked like "I want to start playing games, whoever disturbs me will seek death", without any hesitation. inhumane. Da Nuo dared not speak out, and was too lazy to go out, so he opened the delivery software and ordered twenty glasses of iced Coke.
It was already eleven o'clock, and for professional players like them, the nightlife had just begun.
K, A Xiao, and A Heng formed a 3v3 team, playing the game and broadcasting live, having fun. —Every time it’s the end of the month, Team Mix’s style of painting is the same. Who asked them to sign a contract with the live broadcast software, with a fixed 30 hours of live broadcast time per month, which was not enough to make up for the salary. But usually everyone has a bad time, and no one is willing to log in to the live broadcast room until the end of the month.