The newly created account cannot be matched immediately, and there are not many heroes that can be played. After a while of operations, Wang Lu'an quickly got an account for Chen Jingshen.
"Isn't this Zhang Wenjing's number?" Zuo Kuan asked, "Who's on it?"
"First in grade, the top student in our class." Wang Lu'an moved the mouse, "I'm driving it."
Zuo Kuan was taken aback, and was about to ask why a nerd like Chen Jingshen also played online games, when he was interrupted by a "thump", and they entered the game interface.
Chen Jingshen played for the first time, and under the guidance of Wang Lu'an, he took a nanny to assist him.
"Xueba, do you see the three roads on the map? You go to the bottom road," Wang Luan said, "This Yu Fan is playing AD, just follow him, he has very strong AD."
Yu Fan originally wanted to drive him to another way, but he caught a glimpse of Chen Jingshen looking at his skills seriously from the corner of his eye, and shut his mouth again.
Forget it, just take it as an eye-catching pendant, anyway, when he plays bot lane, he often hits two.
five minutes later.
Yu Fan looked at the assistant who had more soldiers than him, and couldn't bear it: "Why do you use my soldiers as an assistant?"
Chen Jingshen: "Your soldier?"
"The minions in the bottom lane are all AD."
"Understood." Chen Jingshen turned back to the bushes, "I'll give it to you."
"..."
Do you try to use this kind of charity tone again
Fighting a group, Yu Fan was running for his life with residual blood, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Chen Jingshen's nurse walking towards him full of blood.
Yu Fan immediately turned around to prepare for a big fight.
Then they were pressed to death in the grass.
Yu Fan looked at the nanny who was already half a picture away from him: "There is a group playing here, you go shopping on the road?"
Chen Jingshen asked back: "Can you beat it?"
"..."
When it was time for dinner, Yu Fan looked at his red record and fell silent.
"Take a break, I can't do it anymore." Wang Lu'an put down the mouse, "I'm going to buy something to eat, Yu Fan, what do you want to eat? Where's Xueba?"
Yu Fan was full, and said with a wooden face, "I won't eat."
Chen Jingshen: "No, thank you."
Wang Lu'an got up and went to the front desk to buy food. Yu Fan turned off the game, re-enlarged the live broadcast room page, and found that the blue-haired anchor he watched just now had been downloaded in advance, and the platform automatically transferred him to another popular live broadcast room of League of Legends.
She is a female anchor who used to be a professional female player in other moba games. After retiring, she made a lot of money broadcasting League of Legends on the live broadcast platform. Because of her good skills, interesting personality, beautiful face and sexy body, she has attracted many fans.
Yu Fan was tired from losing, and was not in the mood to move any further. He simply zoomed in on the screen, leaned back on the sofa, and concentrated on watching the female anchor's operations.
The side view is burning.
Yu Fan couldn't stand being stared at, turned his head and frowned: "Why, I have an online class on my face?"
Chen Jingshen glanced at the female anchor's video window: "Do you usually watch these?"
"Otherwise, look at Hu Pang?"
Chen Jingshen was silent for two seconds: "Do you like rabbit ears?"
Yu Fan: "?"
"Still," Chen Jingshen thought for a while, "nanny skirt?"
"..."
It was only then that Yu Fan noticed how the female anchor was dressed.
He wanted to say that a fool is called a maid outfit, but he paused on the edge of his mouth and changed it to: "Have you ever thought that I might like her as a woman?"
After speaking, he deliberately raised his finger, and paid attention to the female anchor in front of Chen Jingshen.
Chen Jingshen looked at his screen silently for a while, then turned his head away and looked back at his computer again.
Yu Fan glanced over and saw that Chen Jingshen had clicked on Hu Pang's online class again, but the corners of his mouth were drawn down, looking unhappy, his face smelled like Hu Pang owed him eight million.
Who are you showing your face to
Yu Fan, who was watching, looked back, licked his lips, picked up the bottle of mineral water at hand, took a sip, turned his head to say something, and just opened his mouth—
"I'm not thirsty." Chen Jingshen said suddenly.
"..." Who the hell cares about whether you are thirsty or not
Yu Fan turned around and continued to watch the female anchor.
What happened to the hostess
It doesn't break the law.
Wang Luan propped his elbows on the counter, stretched his head and directed: "Brother, dip me in more tomato sauce."
"Success." The receptionist skillfully spread sauce on the hot dogs, "You bought so much by yourself?"
Wang Lu'an raised his chin: "I'm still two brothers."
Although the two of them said they wouldn't eat it, Wang Lu'an decided to buy a few more to go home, in case they were hungry later
Wang Luan shook his head, tsk tsk, thinking that such a good brother like me would be hard to find with a lantern.
The receptionist followed his gaze and said, "The one sitting in the middle is your friend? When he first came in, I thought I went to the wrong store."
"Hey, don't tell me, that's what I thought when I first saw him." Wang Lu'an waited a bit idle, his eyes wandering around, and he drifted to the monitor next to the computer at the front desk.
A chunky figure stood at the gate on the first floor, with his back to the monitor. Wang Lu'an stared at the top of the man's head for a while, then said with a smile, "Fuck, look at this man's baldness."
The front desk took a look: "It looks familiar."
In the monitor, the man raised his hand and touched his empty head.
Wang Luan imitated the example, and touched his own hair: "It looks familiar to me, haha..."
The man turned around, revealing the face that terrified all the students of Nancheng No. 7 Middle School.
Wang Luan's smile froze on his face: "I, grass."
Wang Luan ran back with four hot dogs in his hand.
When he went back, Yu Fan just stood up from his seat, probably because of kneeling in the afternoon, his face was very smelly.
"Yu Fan! Fuck! Yu Fan!" Wang Lu'an yelled, "Fat Tiger! Fat Tiger! Fat Tiger!!!"
Yu Fan was about to go to the toilet to calm down for a while, but when he heard the sound, he thought Wang Lu'an was talking about Chen Jingshen's reopened online class.
He frowned: "Just look at it, what are you calling?"
"No! No!" Wang Lu'an said, "Fatty Tiger is here to arrest someone! The fuck is downstairs! He's about to rush upstairs!!"
"?"
At this time, a music bell rang unexpectedly, and most of the boys in this area suddenly looked up!
It's the signal that the teacher is coming!
Wang Lu'an: "Hurry up and go..."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Fan quickly turned around and grabbed the collar of the person who was watching the online class.
"The lecturer himself is here, what are you looking for?" Yu Fan said, "Take your schoolbag!"
Two seconds later, a angry roar came from the corridor—"Nancheng No. 7 Middle School! No one is allowed to run!!!"
Chen Jingshen picked up his schoolbag from the ground, before he could put it on his back, someone grabbed his wrist.
The boy's palms were cold, and he pulled him vigorously.
"During what?" Yu Fan said, "Run!"
Chen Jingshen had never been chased by anyone on the street.
The night market has been lit up, barbecue snacks are open for stalls, white mist rises hotly, stimulating the taste buds of passers-by, a dozen boys are running around on the street, the scene is funny.
Yu Fan ran very fast, and the wind blowing around him brushed his hair behind his ears, revealing his clean and beautiful face.
Chen Jingshen closed his eyes, clutched the shoulder strap of his schoolbag with one hand, and let the other party drag him on a rampage in this narrow street.
Wang Lu'an watched helplessly as his two good classmates ran from the bottom of the crowd to the front of the crowd, running faster and further away, and finally disappeared from his sight.
damn it
damn it!
Wasn't Yu Fan the delinquent boy who slept with him in class and skipped gym class hand in hand
Isn't Chen Jingshen a feeble, short-breathed and weak idiot Xueba?
Why are they running so fast? !
Wang Lu'an couldn't run any longer, he stopped to pant for breath, and was still holding a few bunches of hot dogs in his hands like an idiot, until his fingers turned white.
I'm your licking dog. Wang Luan thought sadly.
Hu Pang chased after him.
Leaning against the wall, Wang Lu'an looked at the chunky figure who was still full of energy after running such a long distance, and suddenly felt that he was the only trash in this world.
He was already ready to be captured by Hu Pang, but unexpectedly, the other party ran past him without stopping—
"Stop! Stop the one in front! Yu Fan! Don't think I didn't realize it was you! You stop now and we can still talk, otherwise we'll see how I punish you on Monday! Yu Fan—"
Wang Lu'an: "..."
Chen Jingshen didn't know how long he had been led for a while.
The surrounding area has changed from a snack street to a forest of high-rise buildings, and most of the pedestrians are tired office workers who have just finished working overtime.
Afraid of being spotted on the road, they ran into a 24h convenience store.
Yu Fan took time to calm his breath before remembering to look back.
A second before he turned his head, Chen Jingshen bent down and began to pant continuously.
Yu Fan watched his unnatural shoulders rise and fall, and frowned: "... Are you asthmatic?"
"No, I'm a little tired." Chen Jingshen glanced at the seat by the window of the convenience store, and asked lightly, "Can I take a rest?"
Yu Fan went to the counter to buy two bottles of water, and put one of them in front of Chen Jingshen.
Chen Jingshen was still breathing heavily, his face was pale, and he looked as if he hadn't recovered.
How false is this.
Yu Fan reached out to help him unscrew the bottle cap: "Drink."
"Thank you." Chen Jingshen took it.
He raised his head to drink water, and the boy's protruding Adam's apple rolled gently as he swallowed.
The phone vibrated suddenly, and Yu Fan picked it up to see that it was Wang Lu'an's call.
"How is it? Did you go to America?" Wang Lu'an asked.
"There's a corner at the door, it's a broken place, don't go." Yu Fan drank his saliva, "You haven't been arrested, have you?"
"No, so you still remember me." Wang Lu'an said, "I saw that you ran so fast just now and didn't look back at me, thinking you forgot me."
"Don't be weird."
"It's not like I said, you ran too fast just now," Wang Lu'an said inexplicably, "I see that you were not so afraid of being caught by the fat tiger when you went online before."
He is not afraid.
Isn't there a three-good student here
"It's you too..." Yu Fan's voice stopped abruptly.
"Too what?" Wang Lu'an asked.
There was a sudden silence on the phone, and Wang Luan was stunned for a moment: "Speak."
"Could it be caught by Fat Tiger? Hello? Yu Fan? Talk—"
"nothing."
Yu Fan replied perfunctorily, a little unnaturally.
In the few seconds when he was stuck, his empty left hand was suddenly grabbed and pulled over.
The man who had been panting like a cow two minutes ago was back to normal now, staring down at his fingers.
Yu Fan followed Chen Jingshen's eyes and looked down, only to realize that he had scratched his left ring finger at some point. The stroke was a bit long, and blood flowed from the side of the finger, as if wearing a dark red ring.
He ran all the way and didn't even feel any pain.
"What did you say just now?" Wang Lu'an said on the phone, "You have the ability to finish what you said."
Yu Fan pulled his hand back, but didn't pull it out.
Chen Jingshen pinched his fingers and looked at his wound silently.
Chen Jingshen's fingertips were warm, and the two stalemate for a while, Yu Fan suddenly felt that the skin he was staring at was a little itchy.
Just as he wanted the other party to let go, Chen Jingshen suddenly moved.
Chen Jingshen grabbed him with one hand, reached into the schoolbag with the other hand, and rummaged through the bottom for a while.
Then pulled out a Band-Aid.
Chen Jingshen had big hands, and his knuckles easily held his hands inside. Yu Fan stared blankly at him tearing off the Band-Aid, covering the wound, pushing it away and sticking it tightly.
After confirming that it was pasted, Chen Jingshen let go of him, squeezed the band-aid packaging into a ball, got up and walked towards the trash can at the door.
Yu Fan's hands were hanging in the air, and the place where his fingertips were just touching suddenly lightened, and he felt a little cold.
On the phone, Wang Luan was still chattering: "Then where are you now? I'll go find you. I haven't eaten the hot dog yet, and I'm still a little hungry. Is Chen Jingshen still by your side? Why don't you talk—"
The moment before Chen Jingshen turned around, Yu Fan quickly withdrew his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and looked out the window as if nothing had happened.