Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 900 Take the boss to take the pentakill (59)

Sang Jian could only see the top of his head and half of his face, while Lin Su could only see his figure.

In this case, the content of the game is actually not that important anymore.

Fans are more concerned about the gossip between the two.

Isn't it really the practice of young couples to exchange live broadcasts in the live broadcast room?

The fans knew that Ah Sang would not say much in the live broadcast, and it was already a great honor for him to show his face.

So I can only place my hopes on Lin Su.

This guy likes to say that live broadcasts are not taboo.

It's like yesterday saying that Xiangyang has shit stirrer Wei Jie.

Hard work paid off, Lin Su finally moved a chair and sat next to Sang Jian after being busy for a long time.

He took out his mobile phone and logged into the game.

"Take this one with me."

They're all in the same live broadcast room, so it's okay not to engage in some double rowing for couples?

"Okay." Sang Jian responded casually.

While waiting, Lin Su had nothing to do, so he watched the barrage live up to expectations.

The camera of Lin Su's live broadcast is very large, and it can completely capture Lin Su in it.

The barrage was originally calm, but the moment Lin Su raised his head, he frantically swiped the screen.

"You two are in a certain relationship, have you started living together?"

"If you've confirmed the relationship, please tell me straight up. Don't do this kind of thing after the relationship is not confirmed. It's easy to misunderstand!"

The various bullet screens in the live broadcast room probably have the same meaning.

Lin Su put down his phone, picked up the fork on the fruit plate, forked a sliced ​​apple, and handed it to Sangjian who was playing a game.

Sang Jian didn't even look at it, just opened his mouth and ate it.

Lin Su curled his lips slightly, but did not change the fork. He forked a piece for himself and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

He leaned lazily on the chair, looked at the barrage with a half-smile, and glanced at Sang Jian's serious profile from the corner of his eye from time to time.

Ah...do you want to make an official announcement?
He really wanted to say it, but what if Ah Sang didn't want to make an official announcement?
He took the fork he had bitten just now, forked a piece of strawberry, and handed it to Sang Jian.

Sang Jian opened his mouth again to eat.

Lin Su pursed his lips and chuckled.

He can only hint so much, if this year's netizens still can't guess, it's too bad!
Fans and netizens: "..."

The implication is indeed a bit too obvious.

But...they don't want to believe it!

As long as they didn't admit it with their own mouths, they wouldn't believe it!
Everyone on the bullet screen was still forcing Lin Su to give an affirmative answer.

Lin Su cast aside these idiots in his heart.

Until one of the bullet screens flashed.

"The big fans should stop struggling, they kissed indirectly, don't you believe it? Look at Lin Su's sneaky smile, for fear that others will not know their relationship! If he doesn't say it now, it must be that Ah Sang doesn't want him Say it! After all, Ah Sang wants face, but some people don't!"

This is a bit exaggerated, but it is the barrage that is closest to his psychological activities.

Lin Su couldn't help but sit up straight, manipulated the mouse, and gave a thumbs up to this barrage.

As long as the bullet screen of Kunlun live broadcast is liked by the anchor, it will be added with golden fonts, and it will be hung at the top of the live broadcast screen for a minute or two.

Because of Lin Su's manipulation, the fans in the live broadcast room were blown up.

Although Lin Su himself didn't say anything, he did a lot!
"What are you doing?"

It just so happened that Sang Jian's game was over at this time, she lost the game, and she won the MVP of the losing side.

However, no one cared about winning or losing the game. Everyone in the live broadcast room was now attracted by the "top" barrage.

Sang Jian is no exception.

(End of this chapter)