Lu Chuan''s voice sounded in his ear.
Yan Zhiqiu suddenly woke up with a start. Her cold Feng eyes turned around, and there was some doubt in the bottom of her eyes.
"What''s the matter?"
Lu Chuan''s face was complicated. He pointed to the screen, "Han Xin is dead."
Hearing the speech, Yan Zhiqiu turned around and found that Han Xin on the screen rushed into the opposite defense tower at some time and was given a blood.
Seeing this, Yan Zhiqiu frowned gently.
Lu Chuan hesitated and asked, "Captain, what''s the matter with you?"
You know, this low-level mistake can never happen to the captain.
But today, the captain was distracted frequently. Even in the game, he rushed directly up the middle road and into the opposite defense tower.
Gave Diao Chan a piece of blood.
Yan Zhiqiu shook his head, "I''m fine."
Han Xin has been resurrected. Yan Zhiqiu turns his head and operates seriously with the mouse.
Finally, I won the game, but my record was a little unsatisfactory.
three thousand one hundred and twenty-one
It can be described by the word "miserable".
After a game, Lu Chuan on his side changed from complex surprise to calm and indifference.
Now he''s really sure. Su Yihe may have guessed right, but he''s not sure.
Yan Zhiqiu also knows that his state may be a little worse, but he is really confused and unable to concentrate at the moment.
The black and blue under his eyes means that he didn''t sleep very well last night.
Since that time last night, Yan Zhiqiu suddenly felt that every day was very difficult.
Suffering, suffering... And grievances.
It makes him uneasy.
Picked up the cell phone next to him, looked at the news again and again, and found that his chat with Shen Wanqing was still around 9 o''clock last night.
Yan Zhiqiu hesitated to bite his lower lip and looked at the simple chat interface, full of hesitation.
After a long hesitation, Yan Zhiqiu sent a message to Shen Wanqing.
[y: do you say your Internet cafe is near Shengshi Mingju?]
Wangzi milk essence: Yes
[wangzi milk essence: what''s the matter?]
[y: nothing.]
[y: address.]
Shen Wanqing stopped when he looked at the news, address?!
Boy, what are you doing?
[wangzi milk essence: Hao Qiang''s Internet cafe duck, which is famous in Chaoxia District in prosperous times!]
Later, Shen Wanqing sent him another location.
[good boy: OK.]
[Wang Zi milk essence: what''s the matter? Suddenly asked me the address of the Internet cafe.]
[Wang Zi milk essence: are you coming to me?]
[wangzi milk essence: Xiaoqinglong turns. JPG]
[good boy:... HMM]
Shen Wanqing gave a meal and raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
Really!?
She touched her chin and narrowed her eyes.
Guess in your heart, is it really because of what happened last night?
Yan Zhiqiu, who replied to the information over there, looked a little embarrassed.
The slender eyelashes trembled gently, and the dark pupils were full of anxiety.
He waited for a while and didn''t wait for Shen Wanqing''s reply. The sour feeling in his heart became stronger.
Are you angry?
Don''t you want to see him?
He sipped his crimson lips.
His slender neck hung low, and his broken hair covered his eyes.
The white and tender cheeks bulged a little wrongly, and the lips were slightly flat. Quietly, no one saw them.
He was sad and wronged.
Even if it''s just idolatry, shouldn''t he be happy to find her?
Why... Why do you want to refuse?
Yan Zhiqiu is a little confused.
This tangled, uncomfortable and wronged mood is the first time.
It''s strange
... it''s hard
I don''t like
But I don''t want to give up
Want to struggle again
Maybe there will be a turnaround?
[y: there is a sudden power failure at the base. There will be a game next week, and the players need training.]