So, this is for trouble
Ji Zhiyao's expression became indifferent, not to mention how uncomfortable it is for an Internet addicted teenager to be interrupted by someone in the double row, and moreover, he has nothing to do with Xing Chuxue, but he was provoked by no brains...
A few strands of hair fell down on his forehead, and his eyes were no longer harmless: "I'm done seeing? Can I go?"
"You're pretty sloppy."
The boy on the left is leaning against the door frame, and he probably feels that his posture is extremely cool and domineering, especially a domineering president, "I heard that you play "Hero" well, do you dare to play a solo game?"
This man knows quite a lot.
"Why should I solo with you?" Ji Zhiyao asked lightly, "Don't give me the old-fashioned aggressive method of 'you don't dare to play with me because you are afraid of me', even if I don't PK with you, I am still a king."
"..."
The boy on the left was choked up, and the one on the right quickly answered: "It's okay if you don't play, give each of us a copy of Xing Chuxue's contact information, and we will apologize to you, and we will all be brothers from now on."
After a few seconds of silence, Ji Zhiyao sneered, and the shallow silkworms in his eyes became obvious, "You two must be mentally retarded."
"Why do you scold people?"
"I still want to hit someone." Ji Zhiyao didn't smile at all, turned his wrist, and looked a little bluffing with a blank expression, "Bring your computer over, I will accompany you in any mode. Just remember, father-son game, If you lose, call Dad."
They were all boys in their youth, Ji Zhiyao's words were not pleasant, and the two boys also got angry, left a sentence and turned around and left: "Okay, you wait here."
Ji Zhiyao ignored them, returned to the desk, saw Mo Huaifeng who was still quietly waiting in the game room, lowered his eyes and sent him a WeChat message: [God Fi, someone came to your door and wanted to solo with me. If it's a two-person PK later, help me fill up the number of people and take me to fly?]
[DB. MHF: Rival in love?]
[DB.MHF: I was bored just now, and it will be lively when I enter your live broadcast room.]
[Guapi: Fart's rival in love, I am very innocent!]
[DB.MHF: Got it, invite me after the start.]
After communicating with Mo Huaifeng, Ji Zhiyao's depression caused by the provocation in his heart was half gone, and he finally recovered his smile when he opened the live broadcast room. It's just that the bullet screens flying all over the screen startled him. He took a quick glance, and his head was covered with black lines.
"How do you guys know it's God Fi?...Wait, it's not because the date with God Fi was interrupted, so you asked for a solo angrily! You guys have a good talk!"
[Desperate.jpg]
[Don't talk about melon skin, we all understand.]
[I feel sorry for Fi God whose date was interrupted.]
[Fi God who feels sorry for the interrupted date +1]
[Distressed Fi god whose date was interrupted +10086]
Ji Zhiyao: "Do you still want to watch me slap your face live? If so, I will quit the live broadcast! 'Not enough time'? I don't care if the time is not enough! In the future, if the live broadcast does not turn on the camera or the headset, I will show you my blue Colored computer background image."
The live broadcast room has long turned into a sea of joy, the kind that Ji Zhiyao can't get back no matter how hard he breaks.
Just as he was considering doing something else to save the situation, the door was pushed open in a very rude way. Ji Zhiyao raised his eyes, and as expected, he saw the provocative duo who had changed their clothes and were holding the computer.