The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 120 Tell Brother, What Does Your Ex-Boyfriend Look Like?

The students around screamed and ran around calling for the teacher.

Although they usually hate the little fat man, whoever has seen such a scary scene, the little fat man's mouth is full of blood.

Scared a bunch of kids.

Sitting on the ground, she saw the little boy pick up the dusty cane and wipe off the dust.

Walk towards yourself.

The students all shivered to make way for him, as if seeing another devil.

She was pulled up from the ground by the little boy, who stuffed the pink candy cane into her hand.

With a cold face, he said, "You're so stupid."
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The immature and stunning face gradually overlapped with the boy in front of him.

His face was no longer cold, and he even looked at her in surprise, with a smile on his stretched eyebrows, and bright and bright pupils.

He was in the cold wind and his clothes were thin.

The skin under Xiao Yan's palm was hot and hot.

Just like him, he was as hot as a fire.

He bent the corners of his lips, with an unbelievably gentle arc, and gently wiped the tears on her face with his fingertips.

"Don't worry, brother will not be suspended."

Xiao Yan looked at him anxiously, obviously what Manager Wu Jian said that day was very serious.

Although she herself is not in the e-sports circle, she has been paying attention to it for the past two years, and has learned about many of them. People who play professionally have a more or less unwillingness to admit defeat in their hearts, so they are more irritable and prone to anger than ordinary people. hands on.

Among them, there are many professional players who ruined their future because they couldn't hold back their emotions.

Xiao Yan has always been worried about the young master, his character is too disadvantaged in the gaming circle.

Lu Ziye cast a cold glance at the boy at his feet, as if looking at a piece of garbage.

With wild arrogance in his eyes, he sneered.

"He doesn't have that ability yet."

Xiao Yan looked at him in astonishment.

Is it her delusion?

No matter how you listen to the young master's tone, I always feel that this is not the first time for him...

The cold night wind blew her thin skirt, Xiao Yan felt a bit cold after a while, and shrank her neck.

Sensing her movement, Lu Ziye looked down at the shirt on his body.

He cursed in a low voice.

Oh shit
He wore this one.

"Let's go, let's go back." Lu Ziye said, "It won't be cold in the car."

The little girl opened her moist eyes, the eye sockets and the tip of her nose were still red, her long and black eyelashes were stained with moisture, the night wind blew her long hair, and a few strands of hair stuck to the end of her eyes.

Jiao Didi's poor little girl.

The young master came up with an idea that even he could not have imagined.

I want to hide the little girl in my pocket.

Little pitiful blinked her round and beautiful eyes, still asking him nervously.

"Lu Ziye, will you really not be suspended?"

He replied.

"will not."

Although he is a down-and-out young master, it's not that he doesn't have this kind of means.

He smiled, "Don't worry..."

The next second after the voice fell.

The little girl wrinkled her nose violently, her pretty face was full of fierce anger.

He stretched out his slender snow-white calf and kicked Xu Jia.

"..."

The young master was stunned.

I saw the little girl kicking and cursing coquettishly.

"Let you sue! Sue! Sue at an age! How dare you look down on the young master, and don't look at what you are, I will kick you to death..."

"........."

Lu Ziye couldn't laugh or cry.

The slender and strong hands hugged the little girl from behind, her small body seemed to be weightless.

It seemed that he was really angry, and he continued to bark his teeth and claws in his arms, flapping his short legs.

In the end, the shoes were kicked off, and then he calmed down.

It was only then that Xiao Yan realized that her reaction was a little big, and her shame caught her belatedly, making her face a layer of blush.

The little hands covered their faces in embarrassment.

Lu Ziye was overwhelmed by her cuteness, and let out a pleasant low laugh from his throat.

She didn't move, shaking her calf in mid-air.

Whispered: "You put me down, I want to pick up my shoes."

Lu Ziye lowered his eyes, glanced at her bare feet, hugged her with one hand, bent down and picked up the shoes for her easily.

Xiao Yan stared round her eyes, and suddenly felt that the eldest young master had the power of a boyfriend.

My future girlfriend...will definitely be very happy.

The young master's fingertips were slender, hooking her matcha-colored sandal straps, Xiao Yan looked away unnaturally.

This is the hand of the champion.

How can it be used to lift her shoes.

Lu Ziye didn't notice her thoughts at all, and said lightly, "I'm going back."

After they left, Xu Jia raised his head. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, with a gloomy expression, watching the broken car disappear from sight.

The squad leader, who has always been the pride of heaven, has never suffered such humiliation.

He almost gritted his gums and said every word.

"Xiao Yan, just wait for me."

……

Xiao Yan didn't expect that his water and water would go retrograde all day long.

The young master's little broken car, the Chery QQ, is broken, but at least it is not a big problem to use.

But on this day when her Mercury is retrograde.

On the way, the small broken car suddenly stopped halfway and did not go.

Lu Ziye started the car several times in a row, but to no avail. In the end, he had to call someone to tow the car.

Seeing the little girl's gloomy expression, he smiled indifferently, "It's not far from the base, I'll call a car, and we'll be there soon."

Xiao Yan thought for a moment, then stopped him, "Then don't call a car, let's walk back by ourselves."

The young master raised his eyebrows.

Her eyes were shining brightly, "Save money."

"..."

Lu Ziye looked at the road in the dim night, the moonlight and the light of the street lamps fell together, and the small camphor leaves fluttered and fell in the wind.

In the end, the eldest young master bent the corners of his lips, and walked forward side by side with her with tears in his eyes.

"Lu Ziye."

She calls his name.

"Ah."

Xiao Yan asked: "When did you recognize me?"

"When I heard your name."

Xiao Yan let out a light oh, and didn't speak any more.

The young master followed her pace, and suddenly asked, "What about you?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "I won't tell you."

In fact, she never forgot.

Whether it's a silhouette of the airport, or the corner of the stadium.

It may be that the young master is so dazzling, so even if he is wearing a hat and a mask, with only one pair of eyes exposed, she can still recognize him.

Lu Ziye smiled and didn't bother with the question any more, "Is it cold?"

"A little."

The slender boy stepped in front of her, bent and squatted down.

He tilted his head and had a delicate profile.

"Come up."

The little girl looked at him strangely, "Will it be warmer this way?"

Seeing her serious face, Lu Ziye couldn't help but smile, "Yes."

Xiao Yan bent down lightly, ready to pull him up from the ground.

The boy's hand suddenly hugged her calf from behind, and she fell on his back unexpectedly.

The little girl was a little ashamed.

"Lu Ziye, what are you doing!"

Lu Ziye bent his lips and showed a triumphant smile.

She was very fragrant and sweet, and she stuck to his back softly.

"Smoke."

The wind tousled the broken hair on the young man's forehead.

"Tell brother, what was your ex-boyfriend like?"

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　　Eldest Young Master: Don't ask, it's humble to ask.

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