The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 4 Hot Pot Don't Cook Duck Intestines, The Love Is Not Long

Are boys these days so particular?
Facing his probing gaze, Lang Qiao really didn't have the face to say that his photography skills were straight, so he could only nod perfunctorily: "It's open."

After getting the answer he wanted, Ji Shao nodded and went to Tian Luo with satisfaction.

After all, he is now a figure with head and face in the university city, his head can be broken, blood can flow, and the burden of idol can't be lost!

Lang Qiao just watched him coming like a gust of wind, and then leaving in a hurry, and before he got out of her hearing range, he started bragging to his companions: "You may not believe me if you tell me, but I'm already so handsome! A milk tea can be secretly photographed! But do I look like a salesman? Is a salesman as handsome as me."

Balabala, Balabala, the following omits countless numbers of his miserable boasting, Lang Qiao felt embarrassed for him when he heard it.

This kid might have a lot to talk to Gu Tunsou.

Sweeping the hands of him and his companion hooking shoulders and backs, Lang Qiao understood even more, no wonder he had to be pretty when taking pictures, such a delicate pig boy was probably a zero.

In this way, this rotten girl, Gu Sushou, will have even more conversations with him!
Being disturbed by such a shameful incident, Lang Qiao even forgot to send Gu Congxin the photo, packed two cups of Yidiandian milk tea and went straight to the hot pot restaurant where she was to redeem her.

She and Gu Congxin have known each other since elementary school. They were both in the same school for middle and high school. They even chose two schools facing each other for university. One studied Chinese and the other studied civil engineering.

The two are not only completely different in their profession, literature and theory, but also complement each other in personality and appearance.

Lang Qiao was like an ordinary southern girl, with a petite figure, but Gu Congxin was slim, with a bulging front and back, and she was often worried about her weight.

Lang Qiao is cold-tempered and impatient, but Gu Congxin is lively and cheerful. He can show off all his cooking skills, only games are black holes.

The two fully complement each other in all aspects. The two rented a small house together outside the school. From time to time, Gu Congxin took charge of the fire to improve their lives. They lived happily ever after.

When Lang Qiao arrived with two cups of milk tea, Gu Congxin was so hungry that his eyes were dimmed, and he yelled wildly at the dishes on the table.

She didn't even bother to ask the handsome guy's follow-up. She took the milk tea and put it on the table, picked up a plate of snowflake fat beef and started pouring it into the pot, muttering: "I'm starving to death, please come a little later I’m going to Taiping to pick me up.”

Lang Qiao unwrapped the tableware slowly, and when he glanced at the fat cow in her hand, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and teased her calmly: "Didn't you say that you won't get fat if you order all vegetarian dishes? What is this?"

Gu Congxin can find a perfect excuse for herself even if she is hungry and crazy, and said with a straight face: "If you don't cook hot pot, your partner will break up sooner or later. I'm here to protect my love that hasn't come yet!"

Lang Qiao let out an indifferent 'oh', and shook another duck intestine in front of her: "Then what about this one?"

Gu Congxin opened his mouth and said, "Hot pot doesn't boil duck intestines, and the relationship we have won't last long. For the sake of our love that hasn't come yet, let's eat!"

Lang Qiao: "." I'll just quietly listen to you.

Before she could speak again, Gu Congxin spontaneously adjusted the oil dish for her, put some slices of blanched meat into her bowl, and shared the gossip he had just heard while watching her eat.

Lang Qiao only needs to echo casually while eating meat, and she can continue to speak cheerfully along with this echo.

Even sometimes there is no need to echo, she can support the whole scene by herself, and her speech is more exciting than cross talk.

Lang Qiao listened to the cross talk and ate the meat without feeling guilty, and couldn't help sighing in her heart: People like Gu Sushou are simply little angels in the world!
Perhaps sensing her inner voice, the little angel in the world suddenly changed the subject and pointed the finger at her: "By the way, where is the handsome guy you promised to photograph for me?"

After she mentioned it, Lang Qiao suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by embarrassment. Her expression froze, and even the meat in the bowl suddenly tasted bad.

"If you didn't take a picture, you said you didn't take a picture. Why do you have such an expression?" Gu Congxin looked at her in amazement.

"T-I got it." Lang Qiao swallowed the last bite of meat with difficulty, took out the phone and pushed it in front of her.

Gu Congxin unlocked it repeatedly, clicked on the album and flipped through it one by one, and then became more and more confused: "What are you taking pictures of? It's so dark that you can't see clearly..."

Lang Qiao interrupted her rant with a blank expression: "Don't ask, it's just shaking hands."

Just kidding, she will talk about the embarrassing thing of being caught secretly filming?

"You are shaking like Parkinson's to get such an abstract effect, right? If you don't know, you think it's an alien infiltrating the earth." Gu Congxin complained, and a figure finally appeared as he swiped across the photo. But the photo was so blurred that the limbs and facial features were distorted, and then the fingers stopped, and the whole person was stunned.

A high-definition profile photo suddenly popped up on the screen, and Gu Congxin, an old aunt who was used to licking the screen, couldn't help but catch her breath. She was so shocked by this beautiful appearance that she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"This, this, this..." Gu Congxin swallowed, and even the hand holding the mobile phone trembled at the same frequency as the voice: "Isn't this the fucking Ji Shaoyi I just talked to you! You’ve seen him on the school post! I can recognize this face even when it turned into ashes!”

"You are from another school, do you read our school's post every day?" Lang Qiao, a straight girl in science and engineering, narrowed her eyes and couldn't get her excitement at all.

Gu Congxin looked at her with a face full of hatred. If it wasn't for the scruples that she was in the store, she would have yelled at this moment: "Is this the point? The point is Ji Shaoyi! You saw the living Ji Shao One!"

"Oh." Lang Qiao nodded, with many doubts in his big eyes: "But what does this have to do with me?"

But speaking of Ji Shaoyi... why does this name sound so familiar?
She suddenly remembered the so-called Young Master Ji who was shouted and beaten by everyone in the Internet cafe... It can't be such a coincidence, can it?
Gu Congxin is worthy of her title of "Yan Dog", she has been buffering for a few minutes and is still holding the phone and continues to go crazy: "It's Ji Shaoyi! It's Ji Shaoyi who many girls in the university town are attracted to, and they may not be able to meet once in a while." what!"

Lang Qiao really couldn't stand it anymore, and forcibly snatched the phone back from her hand, and cut off her fantasy without hesitation: "Don't think about it, this Ji Shaoyi, whom millions of girls want to meet by chance, might be a zero."

Gu Congxin was so excited that he stood up instantly from his seat, his eyes were full of wolf light: "Really? Is there really such a good thing?"

Lang Qiao: "???" Sorry, I underestimated your ability to bear it too much.

For a rotten girl like Gu Congxin, knocking on the cp of a handsome guy may make her more energetic than falling in love with a handsome guy.

(End of this chapter)