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Chapter 1972 The e-sports god lives in my house (35)

Qingfeng winemaking is a small trumpet he usually uses when he trains to score points, and now it is just right for adding friends.

Looking at the sweet double row of game id with Ranbai, the other viewers in the live broadcast room could only watch and scream.

[I also want to have a sweet double row with Bai Shen, and experience the feeling of being taken away~]

【I punched a monster.】

"Ao, Captain!! My brother was hooked away by other little goblins." Guomao took his cell phone and saw Xiao Yan going downstairs, complaining with the drama spirit without any desire.

Little goblin?

The boy paused with the water cup. He raised his dark and delicate eyebrows and looked at the fruit cat with a smile.

"That sake is really too rich and inhumane, right?! I also want to have a sweet double-handed meal with my buddy, but unfortunately no one has money. What is this not a sucking goblin?"

Xiao Yan: “…”

A grumpy little fairy???

"It seems you're very idle?" Xiao Yan pulled the corners of his lips, lowered his voice, walked to the training position, and lazily: "Come and start the five-hour training."

Esports players usually take several hours once they start training.

Fruit cat: "..."

"I don't want to fight one person!!!"

He doesn't want to be abused to the point of losing his life!

"The rebuttal is invalid." The boy held the mouse with his fair fingers, his eyes light.

Fruit cat: "..."

The fruit cat looked at the others with help.

I dare to ask why he messed with Xiao Yan, the arrogant ancestor???

After experiencing the setback of zero kills and ten deaths, the fruit cat began to seriously think about the soul issue.

He couldn't figure out what sentence did he offend this guy?

Did he say something?

Continue not understanding.

Today's live broadcast ended. I sat in front of the computer for a day and my body was a little stiff. I moved a little while, yawned lazily, put my hat on my head, and slowly went out.

What to eat for supper?

Soul issue.

Ranbai had just walked out of the community and hadn't figured out which restaurant to go to, so he met a boy.

"Blue and white!" Zhong Ming shouted at the girl wearing a white coat.

Ranbai:?

Who is this thing?

The boy was wearing a T-shirt and ripped pants, his hair was dyed in colorful colors, and he also held blingbling ears on his ears, looking like an ignorant gangster.

The truth is true.

Ranbai paused for a second.

oh,

That Liu Beibei’s crush, Zhong Ming, right?

Before she could find him, this thing came over first.

Zhong Ming looked at the girl who was intact and had a trace of guilt in his eyes, but thinking of his purpose today, Zhong Ming clenched his fists and became firm again, "Lan Bai, why are you going to live broadcast again?"

Looking at Zhong Ming's appearance, Ranbai probably knew it too.

What else can I do except Liu Beibei go to Zhong Ming to complain?

Ranbai chuckled softly, and she simply leaned against the side and asked, "Can I not broadcast live?"

Zhong Ming clenched his fists and met the girl's dark and deep eyes. His eyes dodged a little, and he became weakened unconsciously, but soon he began to be confident: "Lan Bai, don't think about what happened last time you wanted to go to the professional team? Don't heal the scar and forget the pain. Do you still want to implicate your family again like last time?"

"Continue your speech." Ranbai said gently.

Zhong Ming felt a strange feeling in his heart. He frowned and looked at Ranbai's intact appearance. The guilt and guilt in his heart also dissipated a lot.
Chapter completed!
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