Although I am anxious, there is no point in being anxious. What else can I do? I just have to make do with my life.
Shen Yanming got up from his little nest, trotted to He Changkong's face, and jumped on the pillow. After a few rounds of jumping, Shen Yanming lay down again. He thought that even if he played basketball next to him, He Changkong would not be disturbed.
Shen Yanming then pressed both hands on He Changkong's face, played with his eyelashes first, and then poked his face.
Under his persistent harassment, He Changkong opened his eyes.
He Changkong picked up Shen Yanming and put him aside for a seat: "Morning."
Five minutes later, He Changkong was brushing his teeth, and Shen Yanming was standing by the washbasin, also brushing his teeth with those doll-accessorized toiletries. To be honest, they were not very convenient, but he had to make do with them.
After washing up, He Changkong brought Xiao Xiaoluan back to the room and helped Shen Yanming change his clothes first, which was a pair of cute-looking overalls.
After getting dressed, He Changkong made another cup of oatmeal, gave a little bit to Shen Yanming, and drank the rest himself.
It's not like he hadn't thought about taking Shen Yanming out to eat, but it was really inconvenient to eat in a canteen. Going to a more private place wasn't much better either. Two days ago, at Shen Yanming's insistence, the brothers went out to book a small private room for dinner. As a result, Shen Yanming was small and had a small appetite. He said he was going to burst after drinking some vegetable soup.
Since no one was happy anyway, Shen Yanming said they might as well be more casual, and now they were all sharing the soup with He Changkong.
Shen Yanming drank the oatmeal, opened his mouth and made an inverted U shape, and took back his trumpet: "I want to eat meat, eat hot pot, and drink a big cup of milk tea."
He Changkong sighed.
Shen Yanming added: "I was just talking casually, I don't really want to eat, please don't make it difficult for me."
After saying that, he ran to the edge of the table where the bag was placed, climbed in and sat down: "Let's go, Kongkong."
He Changkong took Shen Yanming to the training room. There were not many people there in the morning. Shen Yanming slipped out of his bag, first took a look at his computer that had been turned off for several days, and sat down in front of He Changkong's desk with a depressed look.
Shen Yanming asked: "Do you want to mix the live broadcast time?"
He Changkong nodded.
Shen Yanming: "Can you let me play too? I feel like I'm about to have withdrawal symptoms."
He Changkong asked in surprise: "How do you want to play?"
Shen Yanming elaborated on his idea: "I've thought about it before. Although I can't sit at the table and type on the keyboard and use the mouse normally now, I can press the keys on the keyboard, just like other people play the dance machine in the game hall. Do you think it's okay?"
He Changkong: "You may not be able to see the screen clearly."
Indeed, now Shen Yanming was looking at the screen as if he was looking at a giant screen in a movie theater, or even more exaggerated than that. If he stood on the keyboard, the distance was not enough and he could not see the entire situation on the screen.
He Changkong added: "And when you jump on the keyboard, you can't use the mouse at the same time."
Shen Yanming sat on the edge of the table and shook his short legs: "I have thought about this problem. I definitely can't complete it by myself, so when you play, leave a few key positions for me to do! When you need it, just tell me the key and I will press it."
In fact, the effect of this would probably be very poor, but He Changkong knew that Shen Yanming must be going crazy, so he didn't refuse.
Anyway, you don’t have to play high-end games to enjoy the live broadcast time, so He Changkong got a small account, opened a live broadcast room and entered the game.
He has been catching up on his morning hours these past few days. Even though it is too early and many internet-addicted teenagers are still dreaming, there are also quite a few people who get up early and stay in his live broadcast room just to watch his live broadcast.
As soon as someone saw He Changkong logging into his smurf account, someone on the public screen became alert.
-It is well known that Kong Ge doesn’t mess around when he broadcasts live. This account is basically used to accompany Luan Zi Ge to play. So in summary…
-Brother Luanzi is going to do something again
-Maybe the person who is broadcasting live is just a mess[/狗头]
- That makes sense, turn on the camera.
-It's definitely not Luanzi. Luanzi will talk a lot even if the camera is not on, unless he is mute
-Brother Luanzi seems to be acting strange these days, as if he disappeared
…
He Changkong rarely interacted with the audience. After looking at the comments, he didn't feel that there were any questions that needed to be answered. He didn't even turn on the microphone, but directly joined a game, took an assassin character, and gave Shen Yanming a brief introduction to the lineups of both sides.
The character started to move, and after a few minutes, they ran into each other. He Changkong used the mouse with one hand to control the situation, while directing Shen Yanming: "Thrust, and then a Moon Devouring move after 0.5 seconds..."
Shen Yanming jumped on a few buttons for a while: "You don't have to say it, I can recite this combo backwards and I won't make a mistake, just tell me the opponent's position."
He Changkong was choked, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true.
In a low-end game, the opponent already has many loopholes. Besides, even casual players have heard of these two IDs before. Some players give up immediately after seeing their IDs.
Therefore, with the good cooperation of teammates and Shen Yanming's vigorous jumping around, the opposing player was killed soon.
It's just that normally, operating the keys with hands would be a hassle, and Shen Yanming was even more exhausted after jumping down. After completing the kill with great effort, Shen Yanming couldn't stand it anymore. He put one hand on his waist and the other hand on the edge of the keyboard. He was panting so hard that he didn't dare to sit down. After a while, he raised his little speaker and said, "Hey, play by yourself... Jumping blindly without looking at the screen is no different from doing exercise."
In short, there is not enough fun in playing games.
He Changkong took over the keyboard: "Take a break. I'll help you wipe it off after this game... You're all sweaty."
Shen Yanming took a breath and recovered a little: "How was the fight? We have killed them all. Help me see what the comments say."
He Changkong hesitated for a moment.
Shen Yanming: "Oh, just say it directly."
In fact, the comments were not bad. He Changkong considered it for a while and read a few of them to Shen Yanming: "... I feel that there is a sense of delay, and the skill connection is a little slow, but it is enough to deal with a rookie at the first level..."
Shen Yanming spread his hands: "That's normal. After all, I was just dancing on the keyboard. Maybe that's why my feet can't keep up with my hands. Ugh."
Shen Yanming said it calmly, but He Changkong still noticed Shen Yanming's displeasure.
No wonder.
Now Shen Yanming has grown into a very mature professional player. Except for fighting with top masters, he has basically never been defeated. However, now he is being evaluated as delayed in this situation. It is impossible for him to be in a good mood.
Even though no one else knew that he performed the combo in this way.
Putting this aside, Shen Yanming must have been depressed enough these days. His teammates might think that Shen Yanming has become smaller and cuter, and would tease him from time to time, but Shen Yanming himself would never think so.
Life was inconvenient, he couldn't play his favorite game, and he didn't know when things would get back to normal.
He Changkong took advantage of the opportunity to be teleported to other places and reached out and gently touched Shen Yanming's head.
Then the audience in the live broadcast room saw that He Changkong suddenly went crazy and did everything he could to kill people. He killed anyone he could on the spot, and even if the conditions were not met, he would create them to beat people.
So the game ended quickly in just over ten minutes.
He Changkong turned on the microphone and said, "Sorry, I have something else to do. I won't go on air for now."
Leaving a screen full of question marks.
After closing the live broadcast room, He Changkong held Shen Yanming in his hands again and wiped his sweaty face with a handkerchief: "I don't really want to play anymore. How about taking you out for a walk? Then we can find some delicious food. If you can't eat that much, just take a bite of each thing and try the taste."
Shen Yanming knew that He Changkong was trying to comfort him. In fact, he didn't really want to go out to play or eat. He was just a little depressed. He felt that he couldn't do anything right now, and he was also uneasy. He didn't know when he could return to normal.
In his heart, he felt that He Changkong's suggestion was not very useful. As long as he didn't recover, he probably wouldn't be happy. But he wasn't the kind of person who would make others unhappy just because he was unhappy. He didn't want to reject He Changkong's kindness, so he put on an expectant expression: "Come on! Take me out to play!"
He Changkong turned off the equipment, sent a message to report to the coach, put Shen Yanming into the bag, and went out.
In fact, he left home a little early. When he arrived at the nearby shopping mall, many stores had just opened, so there were not many people. He Changkong walked around casually for a few times and asked Shen Yanming where he wanted to go. In fact, Shen Yanming didn't have a clear destination, so he casually pointed to a store that sold blind boxes and model toys.
He Changkong went in. The clerk was drowsy sitting at the cash register. Shen Yanming poked his head out of He Changkong's bag and said, "Wow."
He Changkong asked: "Is there anything you want to buy?"
He Changkong came alone, and when he suddenly spoke, the clerk subconsciously looked in his direction. Shen Yanming also noticed it and immediately retracted his head.
Seeing that He Changkong had airpods in his ears, he thought that he was probably calling someone, so he immediately looked away.
After a while, Shen Yanming opened the gap in the bag and floated up, revealing two round eyes: "I'm like the mole in Whack-a-Mole."
He Changkong: "Hmm?"
Shen Yanming didn't use the loudspeaker at this time, so He Changkong couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. He simply shook his head, indicating that he had just said something insignificant.
He hung on the zipper of his bag and looked at the dolls in the display case.
He Changkong glanced at the dolls in the cabinet, then looked at Shen Yanming: "You are about the same age as them now."
Shen Yanming: “Huh.”
As they were talking, a few little girls came into the store laughing. Shen Di Shu shrank back again, and He Changkong also moved to the side.
The little girls looked at He Changkong and ran aside to whisper.
He Changkong opened the bag, looked inside, and asked in a low voice: "Why don't we go somewhere else?"
Shen Yanming tilted his head back and nodded with difficulty.
Just as he was about to leave the store, He Changkong heard the girls talking about a strange topic: "... I read an article last night. The top is a figurine that turns into a human in the middle of the night."
He Changkong suddenly sensed something and stopped.
Another girl was obviously interested: "Will he feel good when he turns into a human? Okay... Do you have a txt file? Send me a copy?"
Girl A who started the topic: "Do you have any copyright awareness? You can read it on Lujiji. Why read txt? You can read dozens of articles with the money you spend on blind boxes in a month."
Girl B, who was reprimanded for trying to read a pirated version: "Okay... then are there any stories where people become figurines?"
Girl A: "I don't know, there should be, there are all kinds of articles on Lujiji. But the one I read, the top turned from a figurine into a human because the bottom had too much resentment and couldn't find a partner, so he kept saying to the figurine every day, 'I wish you could become a human', and then the top really turned into a human..."
Girl B: "Wow, this is great. I'll go talk to the ones in my closet when I get home..."
Girl A: "Maybe when someone is in a relationship and one of them is too noisy, the other will complain that if they were turned into a figurine, they wouldn't be so noisy, hahahaha."
Shen Yanming, who was eavesdropping with He Changkong, widened his eyes: "!"
He Changkong looked innocent: "How could I dislike you for being noisy?"
The two little girls looked at He Changkong who suddenly talked to himself with great vigilance.
He Changkong: “…”
(To be continued)