MTL - PUBG Online Romance of the Century-Chapter 21

After turning off the computer, Yu Yan took a bath and lay on the bed.

He held a sticky note with two numbers written on it.

Open WeChat and find a lot of news on it. At first glance, there are countless discussion groups drawn by junior high school students.

A boy who plays well in the game will not be treated badly in the boys' pile, especially Yu Yanzi is okay. It is almost responsive to take off and fly, so even if he rarely interacts with classmates after graduation, others pull He was always remembered when discussing the group.

He was not in a hurry to read the group news, but went straight to the interface of adding friends.

Then look at the number on the note and enter it.

Confirm three times. search for.

A black avatar jumped out. To be precise, it was a night sky, empty, hanging for a full moon, and even taking the number 1 next to it was much colder.

Well, I did not make a mistake.

Yu Yan turned over, propped her elbow on the pillow, clicked the add button, and an interface popped out.

He duly typed his game name and sent it.

At the same time as sending, his phone vibrated slightly.

He hesitated, and returned to see that the discussion group in junior high school happened to have someone in him.

[So, I have n’t seen each other for so long. Take advantage of this holiday and get together? You should all come. Yu Yan, why didn't Xiao Yan speak? 】

Yu Yan opened the phone keyboard and was just about to type, but another line of words jumped out.

[Li Hang: Now on live broadcast, do you think he still has winter vacation like us? So we should learn something from the poor children's early heads. 】

There is nothing wrong with this statement, but when I speak in front of the person, I always feel that it is not right.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the group was quiet for a while.

Yu Yan opened Li Hang's information. Sure enough, the other party had deleted him.

[Yu Yan: Yeah, so maybe I can't go. 】

As soon as his words were spoken, the group suddenly exploded.

The female classmates who dived into the screen spewed a lot of emoticons out of their heads, putting the conversation between the two above.

[Little extension! !! Come together! We can cooperate with you in terms of time! !! 】

[That is, I haven't seen you after graduation. Do you remember me? ? 】

Even male students who don't like typing on mobile phones have bubbling.

[Yes, time doesn't matter, it's convenient for you]

[After we gather, we go to the internet cafe for a while, it has n’t been dark for a long time]

[Where to broadcast? Buddy to throw you gifts

Yu Yan held his cell phone, his heart was full of ups and downs.

Although I don't know how Li Hang knew he was broadcasting live, he didn't intend to delve into this. Since the students have said so, it would be ruthless for him to refuse.

[Yu Yan: OK, don't worry about me, you set a time, I will pass the leave. 】

After sending this sentence, the phone vibrated again.

A dialog box of 1 pops out of the head.

Friends request passed!

He immediately missed the discussion group of junior high school classmates, and he had never participated in the discussion of time and place.

He clicked on the 1 dialog box, and the other side was quiet, except for the system information of adding a friend, there was no more movement.

Yu Yan hesitated for a moment, fingertips on the phone keyboard operation.

Hello boss, my name is yanxyan.

Delete it.

Play tomorrow?

Delete it.

Sorry no chicken tonight.

Delete it.

...

Yi Chen sat on the boss chair and stared at the phone next to the keyboard. His index finger hit the desktop lightly, because the strength was well controlled and there was almost no sound.

A dialog box opened on the phone, which kept saying "the other party was typing", but he didn't receive the message.

It's been ten minutes. Is the young anchor writing an article?

"Mr. Yi ..." The people at the end of the video spoke more slowly.

His boss hasn't seemed to listen since the meeting began.

Yi Chen raised his eyes lazily: "Did you finish?"

"Ah, no, not yet." The man coughed and continued to report on the US branch.

After half an hour, the person in charge of the branch finally reported and finished a long breath.

Weekly routine reports always make him feel on the battlefield.

Don't look at his boss's young age, but the style of work in the mall is almost the same as the previous Yi Dong. The former branch leader was just a little sloppy in reporting and was fired the next day.

Although he knows that there are other problems in this, once this happened, he still made the whole branch's heart tremble, and he didn't dare to be half-slack.

He suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Mr. Yi, you said earlier, you need to arrange someone to work in the branch ..."

"Cancel it."

"what?"

Yi Chen raised his hand and quit the full-screen page of the video: "I don't like repeating."

"Okay, got it."

"Well, hard work."

With this sentence, Yi Chen hangs up the video call.

Yu Yan held the mobile phone with one hand, and her posture has turned into a head-on view.

He squinted, swept up, and continued tapping on his phone.

... thank you for the scarf.

Delete it.

What ’s so tangled? Is it done without saying hello?

Yu Yan also wanted to be so refreshing, but ... he was still a little selfish.

I don't know if 1 Hi likes to speak.

I am really ashamed to listen to the playback of my live broadcast every day, and for most of the day, almost all of them are Lu Xiuhe.

But generally speaking to strangers, no one can use voice?

Yu Yan yawned, his eyes glanced at random, his gaze just stopped at the microphone icon in the lower left corner.

!! !!

If I speak by myself, maybe the other person will return a voice?

The action is faster than the reaction. When he comes back, he finds that his thumb has been pressed on the talking key.

"That, 1 ..."

After only a few words, his thoughts stopped. It's more than 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the voice is over, 1 may not be easy to listen to.

He sighed, and as soon as he clicked to cancel the send, he felt empty-handed—

boom!

The 178-gram mobile phone hit his nose straight.

"His--" The pain came too late, Yu Yan became sober almost instantly, and suddenly took a breath, and couldn't help but muttered in a gas tone, "pain ..."

As soon as he wanted to rub his nose to relieve pain, he heard a strange noise from his phone.

Take a look-I don't know why I accidentally touched the voice button, he actually made a 2-second voice! !!

He almost clicked and withdrew it almost without thinking.

The second he withdrew, he saw a small line at the top of the dialog box: the other party was talking.

Yu Yan was still in a dumbfounded state, and saw a few beeps on the screen, and several voices came over.

"It hurts? Where does it hurt."

"Looking at your input for half an hour, I thought you were writing a small composition ..." Speaking of this, the man's voice paused, and then he suddenly laughed: "Are you playing back?"

Yu Yan held the phone with both hands and sat upright!

"No, no, I just accidentally dropped my phone on my nose ..."

After sending this sentence, he continued, "... I didn't write a small composition either."

"Then you opened the dialog box for half an hour. What are you going to say?"

Yu Yan didn't expect that his small movements were all noticed by the other party, and his ears followed the fire, burning badly.

Two minutes later, he made a lame excuse.

"I just want to thank you for your scarf."

Yi Chen picked up the coffee cup and walked to the kitchen, boiled the water, and spoke slowly.

Without the sound card and microphone, the voice of the young anchor is cleaner. His voice is a little soft, making people feel comfortable when listening to it. He is decisive in the game, and the imposing image is completely unaffected.

"Do you recognize the wrong person?" Yi Chen chuckled. "I didn't send the scarf."

Opposite this time, I went back very quickly.

"No! I didn't recognize the wrong person!"

After half a minute, another one.

"Otherwise ... would you please convey my thanks?"

Yi Chen raised an eyebrow. He had never been a microphone between others.

However, listening to the careful voice of the small anchor, he was not very willing to refuse.

In the room, Yi Ran was covered with a quilt to the top of her head, and snoring loudly.

But the knock outside the door was even louder, and Shengsheng dragged him back from his dream. Pretending to be fruitless, he opened the quilt anxiously, and walked aggressively to the door, only to be stunned when he saw it.

"Brother, what do you do in the middle of the night?"

"Little anchor asked me to convey my thanks."

"?????"

Seeing his aggressive look, Yi Chen reminded him, "Scarf."

"Also, if your snore is so loud, go to the security booth outside with your quilt to sleep."

After leaving, the cold wind in the middle of the night smeared his face, and Yi Ran came back to God—

No, didn't I give my anchor to that anchor? !! Need you knock on the door at night to convey my thanks? ?

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