I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

After the plane arrived in London all the way, Wei Shen and the others woke up and got off the plane.

Wang Duoyu also reluctantly walked to the door of the cabin to say goodbye to the blonde girl he had fancy.

But the other party ignored him, and put a pair of winking eyes on Jiang Siming. Before leaving, the reluctance and attachment force made Wang Duoyu be cautious with colic.

"Let's go, brother, Lao Jiang is right. In the future, please don't find him." Wei Shenyu patted Duoyu's fragile shoulder earnestly.

"Well, I won't look for him anymore!" Wang Duoyu deeply agreed.

When the group got off the plane, Jiang Siming also left the blonde girl behind.

This was originally just a journey of affair, the process of walking the kidneys, his heart did not move at all.

After getting off the plane, a club member who had been arranged in London used a rented bus to send the team to the hotel.

The night view of London is very beautiful. Everyone has slept enough on the plane, so they lingered about in the car.

Only Jiang Siming, this guy is asleep again.

"Lao Jiang, you won't be uncomfortable? Why are you sleeping all the way." Wei Shen didn't know what Jiang Siming was doing in the next few hours on the plane.

"Oh, it might be a little bit, just sleep for a while." Jiang Siming stalled.

At the same time, at Seoul Airport in South Korea, two shadows are carrying their small suitcases and planning to board the plane.

Both wore peaked caps, masks and sunglasses, as if they were afraid of being recognized.

"Sister Ji Hyo, Eun Hye really won't go?" Lin Yuner asked.

"Well, her company just accepted a play, and she is looking for a meeting with her. There is really no time." Song Zhixiao replied.

"Well, then we have to go over."

When it comes to going to London, Lin Yuner is very happy.

Not only can she travel and relax, but she can also visit the passer-by from the sky who once took her to play games.

Lin Yuner felt a little nervous at the thought of seeing him in two days.

She is a well-known Korean actress. She has seen countless scenes and fans, but this kind of tension has appeared for the first time, and it is also the first time she has seen a netizen.

I don’t know how the Celestial Oppa looks like...

Just about to board the plane, Song Zhixiao's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hello? What? Now! Okay, okay, I'll go over." Song Zhixiao hung up the phone.

Lin Yuner looked dumbfounded, with a bad premonition.

"Sister Ji Hyo, what's wrong with you?"

Song Zhixiao looked apologetic and said: "Captain Liu Zaishi called me just now, saying that the plan has changed and the latest issue of Runningman must be recorded in advance. I have to go back."

"Ah? Then...what should I do..." Xiao Yuner panicked, angry and wronged.

It was clearly agreed to go together, but none of them kept their promises.

"I can't help it either. I'm really sorry, Yoona. Otherwise, don't go. I don't worry if you go to London alone. Let's refund the ticket and go back together?" Song Jixiao said.

Lin Yuner wanted to agree, but somehow she shook her head and said, "No, I rarely ask for leave. I will go to London for a few days and come back."

"Then can you do it?" Song Zhixiao was a little worried.

"Don't worry. I've been to London several times, and I can speak English, so what's the worry?" Lin Yuner comforted.

"Okay, then I'll take you on the plane, you remember to call me when you arrive in London."

In the end, Lin Yuner set foot on the London plane alone.

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After staying in the hotel, 4am all had a meal in the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel.

The members of the club used their mobile phones to open an outdoor live broadcast to the domestic fans who were looking forward to it. Of course, they used Wei Shen's live broadcast room.

They had a contract with Huya at 4am, so Jiang Siming understood this very well.

As soon as the live broadcast was opened, audiences rushed in, looking for their favorite idols.

"Is this in the UK?"

"This is London, I have never been to it."

"Wei Jiang, how much is the pork head a catty today?"

"I came here specially from Douyu, I'm here to stand by my Myojin!"

"Come for Myojin!"

"Aim the camera at my Myojin, OK, I want to see my husband!"

"Wei Shen is still so fat, and Mingshen is still so hot and handsome! As expected, he is absolutely handsome at 4am!"

...

Club members shot their phones back and forth on the faces of the four team members at 4am.

Finally, under the pressure of the barrage, the camera was aimed at the table of Mingshen and Wei Shen.

No way, these two are absolutely popular players, and the audience is happy to watch them.

The photographer was fortunate that Jiang Siming and Wei Shen were sitting together, otherwise it would be really difficult to choose.

Hearing the live broadcast, Jiang Siming just woke up in the car.

Sleepy eyes were yawning, his hair was caught in a mess, and he leaned in front of the phone camera.

Jiang Siming had never played outdoor live broadcasts on mobile phones. He thought it was the same as live broadcasts on computers, so his face was almost in the lens.

Jiang Siming's sleepy but very real face appeared in front of all the audience.

The audience not only did not dislike it, but shouted all of them.

"This is the first time I saw Myojin's face so close, I just want to say something, it's so **** handsome!"

"Why is Myojin so sleepy, hahahaha, so cute and bearable~"

"My husband is so good-looking with no trimmings, so don't even think about it!"

"My husband is mine!"

"Ma Ye, see the appearance of Mingshen, look at Wei Chen again, forget it, I am afraid of hitting the pig's head."

...

Wei Shen, who had been peeking at the barrage, saw it and was so angry that if it weren't for Jiang Siming's pull, he would have liked to sit with Xiao Xingmu Wang Duoyu and the others.

At this time, the hotel waiter came over to ask the four of them what food to order, and handed them the recipe.

Wei Shen and the three of them were immediately embarrassed, and Te Miao's recipe was all in English so he could understand it.

So they all pretended to look at the recipe carefully to order, lowered their heads and refused to lift up, and kept flipping through them, making it as if the caterpillars could be extracted from the recipe.

Jiang Siming was very casual. He glanced at the recipe and said to the waiter: "Give me a berry pancake, eggs Benedict, Pankak duck, and some bee oil and a cup of coffee."

The perfect London accent surprised the waiters.

It was God's turn and the others, but the three of them twisted and didn't know what to say.

The audience burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I didn't know how to study well when I was young.

"The three are all illiterate, who is more embarrassed than anyone else!"

"I'm so ridiculous. It's okay if there is no comparison. When Myojin speaks, they have no place to show themselves, haha."

"Wei Shen: Give me two catties of pork head meat!"

"Wei Jiang's heart is stubborn, and she knew she would study more."

...

Jiang Siming knew that they didn't know English, so he ordered something for each of them very righteously.

"I ordered something else for you, don't blame me if it doesn't taste good." Jiang Siming smiled.

"No, no." The Wei Shen trio waved their hands quickly.

I haven't thanked Jiang Siming for breaking the siege. Is it better to eat well than face?