PUBG Online Romance of the Century

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

He was holding a sticky note with two numbers written on it.

I opened WeChat and found that there were many messages on it. At a glance, it was all from the countless discussion groups organized by junior high school students.

A boy who plays well in the game won’t get too bad in the boys’ pile, especially Yu Yan’s temperament is good. It’s almost responsive to flying in the upper part, so even if he rarely interacts with his classmates after graduation, others do Always remember him when discussing the group.

He didn't rush to read the group news, but just clicked on the interface for adding friends.

Then look at the number on the note and type it in.

Confirm three times.search for.

A black head figure jumped out. To be precise, it was a night sky, empty, with a full moon hung, and even the number 1 beside it was much colder.

Yeah, that’s right.

Yu Yan turned his body, propped his elbow on the pillow, clicked the add button, and an interface popped up.

He properly typed his game name and sent it.

At the same moment as it was sent, his phone vibrated slightly.

He was taken aback, then returned to see that it turned out that someone in the discussion group of junior high school happened to be in @.

[So, I haven't seen each other for so long, take advantage of this holiday, get together?You should all come.@, why doesn't Xiaoyan speak?

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

[Li Hang: It's live broadcast, do you think he still has winter and summer vacations just like us?So if poor children are in their homes early, we should all learn.

There is nothing wrong with what is said in this remark, but when you say it in front of the person involved, you always feel that it is not right.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the group quieted down for a moment.

Yu Yan clicked on Li Hang's information, and as expected, the other party had deleted him.

[Yu Yan: Yes, so I might not be able to go.

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

The female classmates who were diving in the peeping screen sent out a lot of emoticons, pushing the conversation between the two to the top.

[Xiaoyan!!Come together!We can cooperate with you in terms of time!!

[That is, I haven't seen you since I graduated, do you remember me??

Even male classmates who don't like to use mobile phones to type have bubbled up.

[Yes, time doesn’t matter, it’s up to you]

[After gathering, let’s go to the Internet cafe to play for a while, it’s been a long time since it’s been black]

[Where to broadcast?Buddy go give you a gift to join in]

Yu Yan held the phone, his heart full of swelling.

Although I don't know how Li Hang knew that he was live broadcast, he didn't plan to delve into it. Since his classmates have said so, he would be too ruthless if he refused.

[Yu Yan: Okay, don't worry about me, you set the time, and my leave will pass.

After sending this sentence, the phone vibrated again.

The dialog box 1 popped up above my head.

The friend request passed!

He couldn't attend the discussion group of junior high school students immediately, and he never participated in discussing the time and place.

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

Yu Yan hesitated for a while, then pressed his fingertips on the phone keyboard.

Hello boss, this is yanxyan.

Delete.

Play tomorrow?

Delete.

Sorry I didn't have any chicken tonight.

Delete.

...

Sitting in the boss chair, Yi Chen stared at the phone next to the keyboard with his index finger tapping on the table top, because the intensity was well controlled, and there was almost no sound.

There was a dialog box on the phone that kept displaying "The other party is typing", but he did not receive the message.

Ten minutes have passed. Is the little anchor writing an essay?

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

His boss seems to have not been listening since the meeting began.

Yi Chen lazily raised his eyes: "Done?"

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

After half an hour, the person in charge of the branch finally finished the report and let out a long sigh.

The weekly report always gives him the feeling of being on the battlefield.

Regardless of the age of his boss, his style of dealing in the mall is almost the same as that of Yi Dong. The last branch leader was fired the next day because he did a little sloppy reporting.

Although he knew that there were other problems in this, once this happened, the whole branch was panicked, and he didn't dare to slack off.

He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, President Yi, you said before that you want to arrange someone to come to the branch..."

"Cancel."

"what?"

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

"Ok, I see."

"Well, hard work."

Putting down this sentence, Yi Chen hung up the video call.

Yu Yan was holding the phone with one hand, and his posture had become upright.

He squinted, his sleepiness swept up, and continued to tap his phone.

...Thank you for the scarf.

Delete.

What's so tangled?Isn't it over if you say hello?

Yu Yan also wanted to be so refreshed, but... he still had some selfishness.

I don’t know if I like to speak.

It is really shameful to listen to the replays in my live broadcast every day, and after listening to it for most of the day, it is almost always Lu Xiuhe's voice.

But generally speaking with strangers, no one knows how to use voice, right?

Yu Yan yawned, glanced casually, and his gaze just stayed on the microphone icon in the lower left corner.

!!

If you send your own voice, maybe the other party will return a voice?

The action was faster than the reaction, and when he recovered, he found that his thumb had been pressed on the speaking button.

"That, 1..."

After only saying a few words, his thoughts stopped.This is past 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and if the voice is over, 1 may not be convenient for listening.

He sighed, and as soon as he clicked to cancel sending, he felt that his hands were empty--

boom!

The one hundred and seventy-eight-gram cell phone hit his nose.

"Hiss——" The pain came unexpectedly, and Yu Yan woke up almost instantly. He took a breath and couldn't help muttering in a breath, "It hurts..."

He just wanted to rub his nose to relieve the pain when he heard a strange noise from the phone.

Picking it up and looking at it-I don't know where he accidentally touched the voice button, and he actually made a two-second voice!!

He almost ordered withdrawal immediately without even thinking about it.

At the moment of withdrawal, he saw a line of small words appearing on the top of the dialog box: The other party is talking.

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

"It hurts? Where does it hurt."

"Looking at you typing for half an hour, I thought you were writing a small composition..." At this point, the man's voice paused, and then suddenly smiled: "Do you want to withdraw?"

Yu Yan held the phone in both hands and sat up straight!

"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 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 burned like fire, burning badly.

Two minutes later, he made a bad excuse.

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

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

Without the sound card and microphone, the little anchor's voice is cleaner. His voice is a little softer, which makes people feel comfortable when listening. It has nothing to do with the decisive and imposing image in the game.

"Did you admit the wrong person?" Yi Chen chuckled, "I didn't give the scarf."

This time the opposite party went back very quickly.

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

After half a minute, another one came.

"Otherwise... Would you convey my thanks?"

Yi Chen raised his eyebrows. He had never been a microphone between others.

But listening to the little anchor's cautious tone, he was actually not willing to refuse.

In the guest room, Yi Ran was covered with quilt to the top of his head, snoring loudly.

But the knocking outside the door was louder, and he dragged him back from his dream.Pretending to be dead to no avail, he opened the quilt irritably and walked to the door aggressively, only to faint as soon as he saw someone coming.

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

"The little anchor asked me to convey my gratitude to you."

"???"

Seeing him look dazed, Yi Chen reminded, "Scarf."

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

After waiting for people to leave, the cold wind in the middle of the night smeared on his face, and Yi Ran came back to his senses——

No, didn’t I give my WeChat account to the anchor?!Need you knock on the door all night to convey my gratitude??

Also, how do I control the snore?Let me smother myself to death, right??