Shen Yanming looked at Sunday who seemed unaware, and recalled the content of the Weibo post he had seen a few minutes ago.
If Sunday wasn't mentally ill, then it would mean that Shen Yanming was still in a dream.
Shen Yanming took out his phone, flipped through the page and thrust it in front of Sunday: "Did you send this?"
Sunday narrowed his eyes and said, "There are too many words. I can't understand them."
Shen Yanming: “…” I can’t understand any of the words, so it definitely wasn’t sent by him.
Shen Yanming took a deep breath and asked, "Is your Weibo account being used by someone else?"
"No," Sunday shook his head and leaned over to confirm the content on the screen again, as if he was struggling to recognize the densely packed Chinese characters on it. After a long while, he finally brushed his overly thick bangs, "Oh, it's Wofa."
Shen Yanming: “???”
Shen Yanming was completely confused: "Didn't you just say you couldn't understand the words? How could you type so many words without knowing them?"
And those swear words are quite logical, could it be that Google translated them for him
Sunday smiled shyly, winked and waved for Shen Yanming to come into the house: "I'll tell you slowly."
This wasn't the first time Shen Yanming came to visit Sunday's room, but seeing his doll taking up half of the bed still made him feel... like his hands were itching.
Shen Yanming also likes to hug something when he falls asleep, but in order to maintain his dignity as a macho man, there is no way he would put a bunch of dolls and pillows on his bed.
In a sense, the one who dares to face his own heart and is brave enough to make a bunch of dolls without being afraid of what others say about him is the real macho man.
However, this time Shen Yanming was not here to appreciate the dolls. He found a place to sit down and prepared to listen to what Sunday had to explain.
Then I saw Sunday opened a WeChat group.
The name of the group is "Honesty in insults, no deception for anyone".
Just looking at the names, Shen Yanming was still confused. Sunday explained in his plastic Chinese for a long time before Shen Yanming understood.
It was said that when Sunday first came to China, he was playing games one day and made a small mistake during the game, which indirectly led to his failure to win the game. This was not a big deal, but he happened to meet a crazy teammate who not only scolded him in the channel for a long time, but also added him as a friend after the game and continued to chase and bite him.
Sunday saw that this person had typed so many words at first, and he looked up the words one by one in the dictionary. Some words were not in the dictionary, so he searched online. When he figured out all the words and pieced together the specific meaning of the sentence, he realized that his family was being greeted with very vicious language.
Of course, Sunday had also encountered some unfriendly remarks, but he was really inexperienced and had never encountered such harsh insults.
He confessed that he had a fragile glass heart, a person made of crystal, and a bubble that would break at the slightest touch. (Sunday couldn't say such a sentence with his limited vocabulary, so Shen Yanming summarized it roughly like this.)
He shed a few tears that day, feeling aggrieved and unwilling. Why should he have to be scolded by others like this
But no matter how unwilling he was, he had a practical difficulty in fighting back. His Chinese was not very good. He was fine for ordinary communication, but it was really difficult for him to curse people.
He came to China to study, so of course he had Chinese classmates and friends, but they were just acquaintances. It was impossible for Sunday to ask these ordinary friends to help him scold others.
Even if there are friends who are willing to help him curse, whether they will curse or not is another matter...
Is this the end of it? When he was at his wit's end, Sunday had an idea.
When he first came here, a senior from the same hometown told him that there was a universal app in China called Taobao. The senior praised this app to the sky, saying that there was nothing you couldn't buy on Taobao, and that you could even buy hidden coupons on Taobao when you went out to eat at McDonald's.
With the mentality of giving it a try, Sunday typed words like "help me curse people" in the search box of Taobao.
Sunday successfully got to know several people who curse on their behalf, and some of them happened to also play this game. After working together for a long time, they found out that Sunday was a foreigner who was good at playing games. In addition to monetary transactions, Sunday would also help them to rank up when he was free.
For boys, whoever is good at playing games is the boss. Later, the insults no longer simply regarded Sunday as a financial sponsor, but also admired this foreigner.
A profound revolutionary friendship has formed between sunday and dai ma!
Shen Yanming finally understood why Liu Ritian's style of cursing was so varied, sometimes like this and sometimes like that. It turned out that it was because there were several people cursing behind him.
It was the same thing yesterday. Before going to bed on Sunday, I wanted to see what kind of reaction the official Weibo would get after announcing the lineup, but I saw that everyone was saying bad things about Shen Yanming.
He couldn't tolerate this, so he immediately took a screenshot and sent it to his exclusive group for cursing.
The few people who were cursing on behalf of others were quite surprised. In the past, they always helped Sunday to scold those nitpickers who annoyed him. This was the first time they saw Sunday asking them to help vent someone else's anger - they didn't know that Sunday had gone to TMM.
There were also people who asked him: Why do you want to speak up for Brother Luanzi
Sunday replied: Brother Luanzi is awesome!
After so many times of cooperation, the proxy cursers understood what he meant. After editing the sentences, they sent them to the group, and Sunday would copy them and post them on Weibo himself.
…
Shen Yanming rubbed his brows. It was rare for him to be speechless. This matter was beyond his imagination. What was going on? Why was a good kid looking for someone to scold him on Taobao? How uncultured!
He pushed his cheeks with two fingers of his left and right hands and made a smiling face: "Brother, thank you in advance. I appreciate you speaking for me and helping me to curse."
Sunday smiled shyly: "This is what I should do!"
Shen Yanming felt a dull pain in his temple. This kid is quite proud!
Shen Yanming asked again: "Do you know what their curse words mean?"
Sunday blinked and said slyly: "I don't know."
Damn, when Shen Yanming saw Sunday like this, he understood what it meant.
I didn't expect that it looks like a mimosa fairy, but in fact it is a queen of flowers, very ferocious.
Sunday is also sixteen years old and knows everything she should know. Although Shen Yanming is actually twenty-one years old, he is only two years older than Sunday in the current timeline. It would be strange for him to put on a high posture and say something.
But Shen Yanming was still worried.
He is not worried about Sunday's swearing, although he still feels that it is a bit uncultured in his heart. But after all, every time Sunday swears, it is because others provoke him first. He who provokes first is the meanest. Sunday did nothing wrong, at most his words were a bit harsh.
And this time, Sunday was just criticizing others just to speak up for him.
Of course, he can't be so ungrateful. It doesn't make sense for him to despise others for being trolls when they help him. In other words, if the trolls were his friends, he wouldn't hate them. This is just double standards.
Shen Yanming was mainly worried because Sunday had joined the team and was a professional player. Although his account number, Liu Ritian, had not been officially announced, it would be very troublesome if it was discovered by someone.
What you worry about will come true. The next second, Sunday received a call.
After Sunday finished talking to the other party, he stood up with a gloomy face, as if he was about to cry: "The leader is looking for a nest."
Shen Yanming stood up and asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"
sunday shook his head.
But after Sunday changed clothes and washed up, the two of them walked out of the room together.
He Changkong got up early as usual, and after running, he went to Shen Yanming's room to call him. Usually Shen Yanming would set an alarm clock himself, and when He Changkong arrived, Shen Yanming would usually have packed up, so the two of them could just go to the cafeteria to have breakfast together, and then go to the training room.
Today he went to Shen Yanming's door and knocked several times but no one answered.
After waiting for a while, he walked away from the door of the room, thinking about whether to make a phone call or try knocking on the door again later... He went downstairs and saw Shen Yanming coming out of Sunday's room.
The two of them came out together, and Shen Yanming was even wearing pajamas.
Shen Yanming put his hand on Sunday's shoulder and said something, and Sunday nodded repeatedly.
He Changkong felt something was a little weird, so he took a few steps with his long legs and walked up to the two of them.
The two children greeted He Changkong at the same time: "Good morning, Brother Kong."
"Good morning," He Changkong looked at Shen Yanming, "Did you sleep in Sunday's room yesterday?"
The relationship between these two people is quite good. It is better to say that Shen Yanming has a good relationship with everyone.
When Sunday first came, Shen Yanming felt a little distant from him, but after playing a few games together, they became brothers.
The age difference between the two is not that big. Maybe Shen Yanming might prefer playing with Sunday rather than playing with these old noobs like them.
Although they didn't speak the same language, it didn't seem to be a big problem for Shen Yanming, who was naturally sociable.
It was normal for people with good relationships to visit each other and stay overnight. Meng Yan and Pudding stayed in the same room every day.
Of course Meng Yan also tried to sleep in his room, but he was driven back.
He Changkong didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he subconsciously felt that Shen Yanming had a better relationship with him. However, Shen Yanming rarely even went to his room to play with him.
Thinking about it carefully, He Changkong began to waver a little about their good relationship. Are they really close? It seems that they are together every day just solo, duo, practice...
He Changkong added: "Next time you stay overnight in someone else's room, tell me first. I just knocked on your door for a long time."
…
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Shen Yanming seemed to feel a hint of grievance on He Changkong’s expressionless face.
There was also a noticeable tone of complaint in his words.
Like a neglected large dog...
This was indeed a matter of inconsideration on his part. He was completely shocked by Sunday's remarks on the Internet and just wanted to get things clear first, forgetting that He Changkong would knock on his door at a fixed time every day.
When Shen Yanming was about to explain, Sunday blinked and spoke first: "Oh, Luan Luan Hiong came here to sleep."
Shen Yanming: “…!!!” What nonsense! How could Liu Ritian slander someone else’s innocence out of thin air