The scene froze for a second, and then was completely captured by the laughter of the mountains and rivers.

Listener 1: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha laugh crazy! !

Listener 2: Hahahaha, the ape teacher can't be more praised! ! o * ≧ ▽ ≦ ツ

Listener 3: Teacher Ape actually thought for a while, hahahaha! o * ≧ ▽ ≦ ツ

Audience 4: Light the candle to the **** hahaha! (candle)

Audience 5: Light the candle to the God! +1 (candle)

Audience 6: Light the candle to the god! +2 (candle)

...

...

"Ha ha ha ha," Qi Zhen Renjun couldn't help but beat the table so hard that he couldn't stop, "Light candle +3 to the god."

"It's not plagiarism. I believe that Longbow has already said it in the last game. I won't describe it here. We will only discuss things based on this one."

Yuan Zhengming slowed down and said in a lukewarm tone.

"On the voice-over side, the No. 10 player's voice condition is very unique, it is a good piece of material, but what I want to see is a dress that is well-dressed, good-looking and decent. Yes. I ’m not a real orangutan, I just need to cover it with a piece of cloth ... Hey, what about player 10? "

Qi Xiaozheng was so laughed that he had to wipe the corners of his eyes with his hands. Suddenly he heard him asking this question. He quickly went to the member list and found that Tongquetai was no longer in the channel. He was asked to stay here. To be honest, he was n’t very kind. It's too much to drop one layer after another without letting people go back and apply the face.

However, after all, the great **** is the great god. After leaving the channel, the number of people online has suddenly dropped by two or three thousand. It is vast and mighty, and there is a style of emperor moving back to the palace.

"Huh ... It was very helpful to listen to the comments in these words, but there is no way to leave." Yuan Zhengming did not panic at all, but regretted that Tongquetai gave up this opportunity for progress. "Since the 10th is not here, then I Let's be honest. The innate condition of No. 10 is too good, but the acquired energy is not enough, and it is relatively blind. I can't see many details in the first scene. I feel that 'there is almost nothing.' I heard more about No. 10. The player himself, not the character itself, hopes that he will take heart in the future. "

Qi Xiao smiled gently in front of the screen: "It's useless when he matches, it's useless."

According to Tongquetai's theory, radio dramas are secondary creations, and the audience is satisfied with it. It doesn't matter whether the original works are posted or not.

It's just empty talk.

"It's fair to say that the number 10 player's voice charm is one of the best among all players, it is as charming as a cheater, and it is easy to make the audience crazy and addictive in a short time. But the longer the time, the more lines, the more difficult Play carefully. "

Speaking of which, Yuan Zhengming suddenly realized.

"Ah! That's right, because No. 10 said that he used to be a commercial match, so I just looked at the player's profile specifically. It turned out that he used to dub the advertisement. All of a sudden I understood-the purpose of commercial advertisement is not correct Is it 'flickering people with a good voice'? "

Qi Qi felt that her stomach disease had not recurred for a long time.

Yuan Zhengming went on to comment like this, he had to endure laughter and stomachache, and he was hurt.

In order not to laugh in front of the computer, he decided to take off the headset temporarily, picked up the unknown return of his feet, joyfully lowered his head for a while, and slowly slowed down the urge to laugh.

"Meow meow ~" Xiaogui put his paws on Qi Qi's hands, as if he realized the importance of himself, so he proudly asked the master for more food.

Qi Qi really appreciated some small cookies.

After the diligent diligence and diligence, the Qin Tuo's comments were all over, and the channel began to enter the rest stage, preparing for the next "Fang Yisheng" game.

Qi Qi took a look at the phone during this time.

There wasn't a single text message-presumably the mother and son were still talking. As an outsider, he should not intervene at this moment, but he is still inevitable.

[You talk slowly, I ’m good here, do n’t worry].

I have obviously missed the use of recording to resolve loneliness, but still sent such a generous text message, so that the other party should not remember themselves. After finishing the above content, Qi Qi originally wrote [but I miss you] these six words. After thinking about it, I still deleted it by pressing the back button.

If you want to be generous, just be generous and pretend to be better.

Confirm, send.

"Hoo ..." After sending the text message, Qi Qi tossed the phone gently to the pillow, fell back on the bed and took a deep breath, smiling to herself bitterly, "I think I can see you tomorrow, I have no pillow tonight Hug, I feel so lonely. "

There is a bad thing about living in a room for a long time. Every corner of the room is familiar and familiar, and the figures of people living under the same roof are vividly visible. Now no matter where his eyes fall, he can find out from his memory the picture of that person appearing there.

It's as if a movie has been watched too many times, and all the fragments in it are still memorable even if you close your eyes. With only a simple prop, you can automatically restore the picture in your mind.

The desk is where Shen Yan usually works.

The bookcase is where Shen Yan silently took a book to read.

The desk lamp, the light is warm, most remember Shen Yan's focused and gentle side face under the light, when he hears his call, he will turn around, and then smile slightly, the light will circulate in those eyes.

And this bed underneath ...

"No, think about it for sure that you don't need to sleep tonight." Qi Qiao shook his head, his ears were a little red, and firmly prevented Lenovo from continuing to play. He got up and decided to find something unrelated to distract.

As it happens, Weibo has a private message reminding it is flashing, but it is no one else, it is his competitor who cross the bridge rice noodles half an hour later.

Tonight he was so cruel to Tongquetai, and of course he would know the consequences, so he simply turned off qq and left Weibo and yy online. In order not to see the curse of the Great God fans, he even turned off the Weibo comment function, and the private message will not prompt "unfollowed people", so stay okay.

What's more, he already had a conversation with the noodle crossing the bridge, the system will prompt directly.

cv-crossing bridge rice noodles: return date, if you are, please knock me.

cv-regardless of return date: now.

Qi Qiao currently chooses the stealth function, but the online reminder light of the bridge noodle is always on, which is estimated to be online. Sure enough, the other party responded quickly after he responded.

cv-crossing bridge noodles: good evening.

cv-regardless of return date: good evening. ^ _ ^

cv-crossing bridge vermicelli: I remember you said that your hand is injured and typing is not convenient, can you speak?

cv-don't ask the return date: um, but I don't want to open qq ... forgive me.

cv-crossing bridge vermicelli: I think so too. yy voice is also available, come to this room, I often go to this place, there are few people, and it is convenient to speak.

Just give a room number.

auzw.com

Qi Qi couldn't help but smile at first glance-this is not the small transparent dedicated practice channel I have been to, "nagging", is the rice noodle also a regular visitor there?

He logged in, and followed the instructions of the rice noodle crossing the bridge into a small room.

Although the room itself is not encrypted, there is not even one person who hangs on the channel, and there is no need to hide it. Even if the content under the rice noodles is the most sensitive in the current network matching circle: "I heard the game of Qin Tuo in front of you."

"what?"

Did the bridge rice noodles actually listen to the game just now, as the official match cp of Tongquetai is really ... subtle. I don't know how he stands.

Qi Xiao smiled a bit and asked deliberately: "What do you think after listening?"

"Humph, Tongquetai is self-contained." The rice noodles across the bridge were completely calm, and there was no point in sympathizing with each other. The "Moss Party" knew that it was estimated that they would all cry and faint in the toilet, and all the toilet paper was used to wipe their tears.

"Don't you think I'm a white-eyed wolf, blaming him?" Qi Qi was very curious.

"Whoever blames anyone, if you think about it carefully, the content of the post on the forum may seem logical at first glance, but it must be based on the premise of" you have private contacts with Tongquetai. " There is no evidence at all, so everything below is bullshit. "

Hearing the word "bluff", Qi Qi remembered the other party's magical ability to dispel rumors on Weibo and chose not to believe that Tongquetai was normal.

He smiled softly: "Thank you, but don't say it publicly. You are not like me. You have so many common fans with Great God. It's not always good to get involved."

Rice noodles across the bridge did not answer.

It is estimated that what he said should be clear in his heart-this muddy water is not good.

"Oh, rice noodles, is your microphone not adjusted properly, the volume is too low."

In order to end the silent state between the two, Qi Qiao first smiled and broke the silence. In fact, from the beginning, he felt that the output volume of the other party's microphone was too low, or the voice was too low. In short, it was very low, and he sounded a bit difficult. He just reminded him.

The person at the other end of the line gave a light meal and stopped talking.

"I'm temporarily inconvenient too ..." loudly.

Before the words were finished, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Qi Qi's earphones. It was very light and vague, and it seemed to be coming from a close distance. He had heard the sound once, and the sound line could not be ignored: "... Who are you talking to?"

what……

Qi Qi was stunned, and when he recovered, he suddenly took a breath of inaudibility and held his breath, his fingers unconsciously resisted his mouth, fearing that he would accidentally call that id-like next moment.

The sound disappeared for two seconds, and when it sounded again, it seemed to be a little more awake than before: "Is it a return date ..."

Then there was a murky fabric ringing. Someone in the background was adjusting his posture, and he wanted to stand up from where.

Qi Zi trembles in her seat, and suddenly her heart pounds and blushes, hesitating whether she should continue to listen, only heard the bridge rice noodles say "What are you doing, lie down", and then There was another rush of fabric rubbing, louder and heavier than before.

Qi Qi was completely blank and couldn't say a word.

"Well……"

The man groaned, sounded farther away, and the sound of clothes rubbing intermittently, but did not stop, it seemed that people would not lie back. Even, no more than twice, he could hear his low breath gently blowing on the surface of the microphone.

Can't get closer.

"You can't be gentle to the patient ..." the man asked in a low voice, like a whisper, "Huh?"

Worthy of being the great **** of those days, the seriousness of the tone alone has completely changed the temperament, and even the small tail that gently raised the last sound has no taste.

And this way of speaking like ears, the hearing will be unconsciously lost.

Although Qi Qi won't be crunched, the fact that the man appears in the background sound itself has too much impact on the heart, and for a while it turned red.

Don't listen to any etiquette, don't listen to any etiquette ...

Qi Chen read these four words in a hurry like a Buddha, and the words are a bit stuttering: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know now you ... in short, you continue."

I was about to exit the yy room, but unexpectedly stopped him in time by crossing the bridge rice noodles. After leaving the sentence "I will wait for you, don't go", I shut the microphone.

Qi Qi had no choice but to stay, not to go away.

In just a few minutes of waiting, dozens of hypotheses have flashed in Qi's mind, and even so, he has not been able to recover from the shock for a long time.

When the bridge rice noodles turned on the microphone again, the time had passed five minutes.

"Sorry, now I can speak normally," the man's voice was slightly breathless, and he was still trying to correct his tone. Although he paused in the latter sentence, his voice was not only lower but also lower. I pushed back and went to sleep. I am in the living room now, you say. "

Keep sleeping……

Now in the living room ...

Since the word "continue" is used, the man should be "sleeping" at the beginning ... and the place was not the living room, so it is probably the bedroom.

"So what happened in the last five minutes" Qi Qi wanted to ask. But as a principled gentleman who does not spy on the privacy of others, he still chooses to squeeze his words back.

But he can still ask questions that already have obvious answers.

"That man just now ... was Kuimaoju?" This voice can't be wrong.

"Ok."

This sound is slightly more natural than the previous one, but the answer is still very soft. Qi Qi has never heard the tone of the bridge rice noodles, or the tone of Kuai Ma Qingqiu. As a journalist, the curiosity is burning intensely, and the flames ca n’t be suppressed, and the more they are burning .

So he coughed lightly.

"He ... what's the matter?" He said, saying that he was sick, and it sounded exhausting indeed. Could it be ...

"He has a high fever, forty degrees."

"Ah." Qi Chen was stunned. He didn't think that the person was really sick. He had to feel ashamed that he had just accidentally diverted his thinking to other aspects. He quickly cleared his throat and put the topic in the right direction. "Yesterday He ’s okay, why did he get sick like this today? "

At this time, the rice noodles across the bridge suddenly smiled slightly.

What he said was reproach, but not a reproach tone, but rather gentle.

"This guy didn't know what was going crazy. He ran out of my apartment in the middle of the night and sat till dawn. Yesterday, Beijing fell to night at three or four degrees after nightfall. When I found him this morning, people were frozen into popsicles. I can't retreat. I'm still holding up at noon to say that I have to go back to the company to deal with some business affairs.

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