When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Chapter 42

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"Ding-dong-"

Lu Zhe was listening to Manager Zhou talking about the team's offline activities after the intercontinental game. Suddenly, he heard a push message popping up on his mobile phone. His first reaction was to find out the phone and set it to mute. When his eyes swept across the screen, he The movement stopped.

A message popped up on the screen: "The anchor 'Wolfy' you are following is on the air~ Come and watch~"

He raised his hand to give Manager Zhou a stop gesture, took out the tangled earphones in the jacket of the team uniform, connected it to the mobile phone, clicked into Shen Qiao's live broadcast room, put a earphone in the left ear, and then signaled Zhou The manager continued.

Manager Zhou didn't care about his interruption, and immediately picked up the conversation and continued, "You guys go back next week, I checked the time, there are still three days until the next game, this event is to promote the boss's friends, both sides The contract is all set…”

Lu Zhe had a smile on his face, and when he heard Manager Zhou's words, he pondered for two seconds, then shook his head gently: "In recent years, the schedule has been tight, so we don't care about this casual friendly match. but-"

"If the news is published, the official blog will definitely be sprayed."

"Fans will feel that we haven't taken the summer season seriously, the players have no professionalism, and they will also feel that the club is ugly. I suggest to renegotiate the contract change time with there, or..."

Halfway through the conversation, Lu Zhe's voice disappeared.

His attention was diverted by the languid voice that sounded in the earphones, and he heard the familiar voice coming through the electronic device, and the hoarse tone that was not easily noticed on weekdays was amplified, which only made him sexy: "I recommend this to everyone. chocolate… "

"Or is it?" Manager Zhou in front of him looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he was doing when he stopped for a long time and didn't say anything.

Lu Zhe was drawn back to his attention by his voice, the corners of his lips became higher and higher, he slowly blinked his eyes, cleared his throat and said, "Oh yes, I mean, either let the other side negotiate the contract again, or find a second one. Anyone available on the team—" Go join.

"It was given by someone you like." At this moment, a small excited answer came clearly from the earphones.

Lu Zhe was successfully made to forget his words twice by this sudden confession.

Fortunately, he only said half of what he said this time, and it did not hinder Manager Zhou's understanding.

Manager Zhou felt that what Lu Zhe said was reasonable, but he struggled not to know whether to suggest the upper management to revise the plan. When he was still hesitating, Lu Zhe had pressed the earphone with one hand, turned his head to look at the room where he was passing, and saw There was a star-like light in his eyes, and he absently asked Manager Zhou:

"Anything else?"

He couldn't wait to go back and let Shen Qiao repeat the words just now in front of him.

Manager Zhou really stopped him: "Yes-"

"Just when I was chatting with you, the PR side had already released the promotional poster for the offline friendly match. It belongs to your team of five."

Lu Zhe: "..."

He let out a sigh of relief, squinted his eyes, and glanced up and down the manager Zhou who was extremely troublesome for him. After a long while, he asked without a smile:

"Excuse me, is the official blog account in my hands?" Are you still waiting here to let him delete Weibo

Manager Zhou: "Hey, you are so angry—"

He made a move to drive away the flies and waved to Lu Zhe: "Xing Xing Xing, I won't leave you alone, just go."

inside the house.

Shen Qiao didn't know that his words had been known to those who should not hear it the most, and he was still immersed in the happiness of secretly showing off, and leisurely chose his hero.

When appropriate, a prompt pops up in the live broadcast room:

"The anchor 'WOW Snail Shell' has come to your live room!"

Shen Qiao raised his brows, pulled off some headphones, turned his head to look at Lao Wo not far away, didn't understand why they were in the same room, why did he run to his live broadcast room to join in the fun.

Lao Wo noticed his gaze, turned his head and smiled at him: "It's alright, I'll try if I can enter your live broadcast room."

Shen Qiao: "?"

He repeated it hesitantly: "Large? What do you mean?"

Lao Wo shrugged, and after exiting his live broadcast room, he pressed mute and replied, "Don't you know? My trumpet is on the blacklist of your live broadcast room."

Just when Shen Qiao was stunned, Er Hua, who was lying on the table dozing beside him, also raised his hand and responded with a dragged tone: "Me too, Qian Bao too, I guess there is only the fish number in the team. It's free from poison."

Although Qian Bao, who can bathe five times a day this summer, is not in the house at the moment, but judging from Er Hua's affirmative tone, this is probably not fake.

Shen Qiao was deeply confused. When did he block those numbers of DG teammates

The administrator of his live broadcast room is used to pretending to be dead. Unless it is a sensitive topic, he is the type to move when he shouts at other times. Could it be that the administrator heard that he had a bad relationship with Lu Zhe when he was in BLX? So secretly, DG and these people are also recorded in the blacklist, to block one by one

But they all said it was a trumpet. As the name suggests, it should be a type that Shen Qiao couldn't recognize even if he saw it. How did the administrator achieve accurate title

unless…

Shen Qiao thought about it for a long time and picked the most reasonable guess: "Have you ever used a trumpet to scold people in my live broadcast room?"

Lao Wo smiled and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Lu Zhe who came in at the door behind him, and raised his chin toward him: "You have to ask Lu Team about this, it's all his masterpiece."

Shen Qiao: "...?"

He glanced at the page the game was loading, and in the same question mark full of barrages, he pressed mute, turned his chair, and looked at Lu Zhe who was walking towards him.

Lu Zhe originally had a bright smile on his lips, but when he was halfway through, he heard the conversation between Shen Qiao and Lao Wo, and his pace stagnated for a moment.

Shen Qiao crossed her arms and leaned back on the gaming chair with her coat hanging on it. She raised her chin slightly, and the corners of her lips were curled up without smiling. She said slowly, "I heard that our teammates' trumpets are all with me. In the blacklist in the live broadcast room, do you know about this?"

Lu Zhe raised his hand and clenched his fist against the corner of his lips, coughing as if his throat was itchy.

"This is a long story."

Shen Qiao looked back at the page where he entered the game, intuition that there was a story in it, and gave Lu Zhe a kind nod: "Okay, before I finish this big fight, think about how to make it up."

After he finished speaking, he turned back to his chair, focused on making outfits, and went out to kill with his teammates happily.

Lu Zhe walked behind his chair, looked at his game page, and then turned to look at Lao Wo, who vaguely realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and did not dare to mention the matter of turning the camera to Lu Zhe. Well, focus on interacting with fans so loudly.

Standing behind Shen Qiao for a while, Lu Zhe raised his hand to brush Shen Qiao's hair and earphones, leaned over on the back of his chair, and said in a low voice, "I didn't plan to make it up, I won't lie to you."

Shen Qiao tilted her head to prevent him from disturbing her. She only responded with a perfunctory "um", without taking her eyes off the game. With only two movements of Lu Zhe, he moved in the back row with his coquettish flair. Harvested the opposite four residual blood.

Lu Zhe didn't bother him with his serious game, just quietly watched him win for 20 minutes.

Shen Qiao quit the game, glanced at the data, reopened Mai and said to the fans: "Today's live broadcast is over, I'll start it next time, bye."

[What? Did you quarrel with Lugou? But why did you get angry with your wives when you quarreled with him?]

[Just came out of the Lao Wo live broadcast room, I vaguely know that Lu Gou seems to have something to hide... He is finished! Wolf cub, abandon him and stay with me]

[Lu Team, is there anything you can't kneel on the keyboard and make clear? Why is it still affecting our fans to lose live broadcast benefits?]

[You brainless rotten girls are really enough, isn't it disgusting to be so messy every day?]

[Goodbye husband! Remember to come back tomorrow!]

[This has only been broadcast live for less than half an hour, are you honestly unable to do it?]

Shen Qiao didn't watch the group of demons dancing in the barrage area, and directly exited the live broadcast room. Seeing his movements, Lu Zhe's voice came from behind unhurriedly:

"Would you like to go out for dinner? There is a restaurant nearby that tastes pretty good. It's a chain. I ate it last time when Lao Wo and the others came to participate in the S competition. I don't think the taste will be too bad."

Shen Qiao understood that he didn't want to talk about it in the room, so he didn't talk much, got up and walked out with him.

The corridors outside the hotel were covered with carpets, and both of them were wearing sneakers, and there was almost no sound when they stepped on them, but it was not until they stepped into the elevator that Shen Qiao heard Lu Zhe suddenly speak:

"I borrowed their number to go to your live broadcast room before."

Shen Qiao walked into the elevator, put one hand in his pocket, and squinted at him: "Why don't you use your own? Or did you use their number to scold me?"

Lu Zhe touched his nose, a bit of helplessness appeared between his eyebrows.

"Because my account was blocked by you too," he said.

The emotion in Shen Qiao's eyes was blank for a moment.

He subconsciously retorted: "Impossible..."

It's impossible for him not to know Lu Zhe's tuba, just like he will be reminded when he enters his live broadcast room today, how could Shen Qiao not know Lu Zhe's tuba identity once he enters his live broadcast room.

Lu Zhe looked at him with a funny look, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he was almost indulged. He put one hand on the elevator mirror behind Shen Qiao, and he asked in a high tone: "Think about it again, in your live broadcast. In the meantime, besides swearing, what else will you be banned from, eh?"

Shen Qiao replied conditioned reflexively: "Sensitive topic."

Lu Zhe snorted from his nose, not knowing whether to laugh or ridicule, but it was obvious that Shen Qiao was wrong.

He carefully recalled that before the two met again, it seemed that he had never seen any color topics in the live broadcast room. Besides, Lu Zhe was not someone who didn't know the importance, and would say something in his live broadcast room.

Since it's not blocked because of this kind of problem, what is it

Lu Zhe glanced at the direction of the camera in the elevator. He didn't get too close. He even took the initiative to retreat a little, leaned on the other side of the elevator, stared at Shen Qiao's face, and waited for him to recall the correct answer.

Shen Qiao's brows twitched unknowingly, as if thinking about this matter took a lot of brain cells, and her expression was bitter and hated. It seemed that Lu Zhe was a little bored because of this, but he was in a good mood again. Not a lot.

Seeing that the elevator was approaching the first floor, Lu Zhe couldn't help but take a step forward and pressed it on Shen Qiao's eyebrows: "I wanted to talk about you before, but I always frown when I have nothing to do."

Shen Qiao was tapped by his fingertips, moved his head indifferently, avoided his actions, and when the elevator "ding dong" indicated that he had reached the first floor, he stepped out, gave up thinking and asked Lu Zhe to give directly to him. correct answer.

"I can't remember, just say it."

Seeing his righteous appearance, Lu Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, "My tips are not given for free."

Shen Qiao didn't even want to take out a crumpled five-cent note from his pocket, which may have been devastated by a front-loading washing machine, and patted him on the body: "Here."

Lu Zhe: "..."

He laughed angrily, and then with the fifty cents, he said angrily: "It's related to cigarettes, I think to myself, forget it if I can't remember it."

Shen Qiao: "?"

He reluctantly used his brain again: "Smoke? You advertised smoking in my live broadcast room? You don't like smoking either... That's quitting smoking, why is it banned? Unless you said... Wait, I remembered. "

Shen Qiao pulled out some corner impressions from the memory corner.

It seems that every time he secretly smokes in the live broadcast room, there is always a bad guy who curses him with all kinds of ugly words, and then he is blacklisted by the administrator every time.

Shen Qiao let out a "ha", and her expression was successfully adjusted to a mode that looked like a smile but not a smile. She swept up and down Lu Zhe next to her, and asked in a subtle tone, "The one who predicted that I will get bronchitis, lung cancer, coronary heart disease and angina pectoris is you. Bar?"

Lu Zhe: "..."

He made a grassy voice in his heart.

The author has something to say:

Captain Lu, is there anything you can't kneel down and say