When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

"Ding Dong—"

Lu Zhe was listening to Manager Zhou talking about the team’s offline activities after the intercontinental game. He could not help hearing the push messages popping up on his mobile phone. His first reaction was to take out the mobile phone and set it to mute. When his eyes passed from the screen, he could not help but hear the push message. But her action stopped.

A prompt popped up on the screen: "The anchor "Wolfy" you are following is now on the air~ Come and watch~"

He raised his hand to give Manager Zhou a stop gesture. He drew out the entangled earphones in his team uniform jacket, clicked on the phone, clicked into Shen Qiao’s live broadcast room, and plugged a earphone into his left ear to signal Zhou. The manager continued.

Manager Zhou didn’t care about his interruption, and immediately picked up the conversation and continued, “You go back next week. I will check the time. There are three days before the next game. This event is a promotion for the boss’s friends. The contracts are all set..."

Lu Zhe had a spring-like smile on his face. Hearing what Manager Zhou said, he pondered for two seconds and shook his head slightly: "The schedule has been tight in recent years. We don't care about this kind of casual friendly match. but--"

"If the news is released, the official blog will definitely be sprayed."

"Fans will feel that we didn't take the summer games seriously, the players lacked professionalism, in addition, they will feel that the club is ugly, I suggest to re-negotiate the contract and change the time there, or..."

Halfway through the conversation, Lu Zhe's voice disappeared.

His attention was diverted by the lazy voice in the earphones. He heard the familiar sound ray through the electronic device. The hoarse tone that was not easily detectable was amplified and made him more sexy: "I recommend this to everyone. chocolate……"

"Or is it?" The manager Zhou in front of him looked at him in wonder, not understanding what he was doing after stopping for a long time.

Lu Zhe was drawn back to his attention by his voice, the corners of his lips curled higher and higher, he blinked his eyes slowly, and cleared his throat: "Oh yes, I mean, either let the other party re-negotiate the contract or find someone else. There are people on the side of the team—"Go and participate.

"It was given by the person you like." At this moment, a clear, cheerful answer came from the headset.

Lu Zhe was successfully forgotten by this sudden confession.

Fortunately, only half of what he said this time did not hinder Manager Zhou's understanding.

On the one hand, Manager Zhou felt that what Lu Zhe had said was reasonable, and on the other hand, he was struggling to suggest whether to suggest the upper-level revision plan. While still hesitating, Lu Zhe had already pressed the earphone with one hand and turned his head to look at the room. There was a star-like light flickering in his eyes, and asked Manager Zhou absently:

"Anything else?"

He couldn't wait to go back and let Shen Qiao repeat that sentence in front of him.

Manager Zhou really stopped him: "Yes--"

"Just when I first talked to you, the public relations side had already released the posters for the offline friendly match. It belongs to your team of five."

Lu Zhe: "..."

He let out a sigh of relief, squinted his eyes, and looked up and down, sweeping up and down Manager Zhou, who was extremely troublesome for him, and asked without a smile after a long while:

"Is the official blog account in my hand?" Are you waiting here to let him delete Weibo?

Manager Zhou: "Hey you are so angry--"

He made a move to drive away the flies and waved to Lu Zhe: "Oh, yes, let's go, let's go."

...

Inside the house.

Shen Qiao didn't know that his words had already been known to the people who shouldn't hear him. He was still immersed in the joy of secretly showing off, and leisurely chose his own hero.

When appropriate, a prompt pops up in the live broadcast room:

"Anchor'WOW Snail Shell' has come to your live broadcast room!"

Shen Qiao raised his eyebrows, pulled off some headphones, turned his head and looked at the old snail not far away. He didn't understand that the two of them were in the same room. Why did he run his own live broadcast room to join in the fun.

Old Snail noticed his gaze and turned around and smiled at him: "It's okay, I'll try if my tuba can enter your live broadcast room."

Shen Qiao: "?"

He repeated it hesitantly: "Tuba? What do you mean?"

Old Snail shrugged, and after the operation exited his live broadcast room, he pressed the mute answer: "Don't you know? My trumpet is on the blacklist in your live broadcast room."

Just when Shen Qiao was stunned, Erhua, who was lying on the table next to him, napping also raised his hand, dragging his voice and replied: "Mine too, and Qian Bao is the same. I guess there are only fish in the team. It's free from bad hands."

Although Qian Bao's person who can take five baths a day this summer is not in the house at the moment, judging from Erhua's affirmative tone, most of this will not be false.

Shen Qiao was deeply puzzled. When did he block the numbers of DG teammates?

The administrator of his live broadcast room used to pretend to be dead, unless it is a sensitive topic, otherwise he will only move when he shouts. Could it be that the administrator heard that he had a discord with Lu Zhe when he was at BLX? So secretly put people like DG on the blacklist, so let's block them one by one?

But they all said it was a trumpet. As the name suggests, it should be a type that Shen Qiao couldn't recognize when he saw it. How could the administrator achieve an accurate title?

unless……

Shen Qiao thought for a long time, and picked the most reasonable guess: "Have you ever used a trumpet to come to my live broadcast room to curse?"

Old Snail smiled and shook his head. Just about to speak, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Lu Zhe coming in from the rear door, and raised his chin at him: "You have to ask the Marines. They are all his masterpieces."

Shen Qiao: "......?"

He glanced at the page where the game was loading, pressed Mute in the same question mark full of barrage, turned his chair, and looked at Lu Zhe who was coming here.

Lu Zhe's lips were still full of a brilliant smile, but when he walked halfway, he heard the conversation between Shen Qiao and Lao Su, and his pace froze for an instant.

Shen Qiao folded his arms, leaned against the back of the gaming chair with his jacket, raised his chin slightly, with the corners of his lips curled up without a smile, and said slowly: "I heard that all of our teammates' trumpets are in mine. On the blacklist in the live broadcast room, do you know this?"

Lu Zhe raised his hand and squeezed his fist against the corner of his lips, coughing like an itchy throat.

"This is a long story."

Shen Qiao looked back at the page where he entered the game, instinctively that there was a story in it, and nodded to Lu Zhe kindly: "Okay, before I finish this chaos, you think about how to make it up."

After speaking, he turned back to his chair, focused on outfitting, and went out to kill happily with his teammates.

Lu Zhe walked behind his chair, looked at his game page, and then turned to look at Lao Wo, who vaguely realized that he had said something that should not be said, and did not dare to mention the camera to Lu Zhe. Yes, focus on interacting with fans so loudly.

Standing behind Shen Qiao for a while, Lu Zhe raised his hand and drew Shen Qiao's hair and earphones, leaned over on the back of his chair, and said in a low voice, "I didn't plan to make up, I won't lie to you."

Shen Qiao tilted his head to prevent him from disturbing himself. He only responded with a perfunctory "um". Without looking away from the game, Lu Zhe made two moves. He walked with coquettishness in the back row. Harvested four residual blood on the opposite side.

Lu Zhe didn't bother him to play seriously, and just watched him win the game in twenty minutes.

Shen Qiao quit the game, glanced at the data, reopened Mai and said to the fans: "Today's live broadcast is over, next time, bye."

[What's wrong? You quarreled with Lu Gou? But why did you anger your wives when you quarreled with him? 】

[Just coming out of the Lao Snail live broadcast room, I vaguely learned that Lu Gou seems to have something to hide... he's done! Wolf cub, quickly abandon him and stay with me]

[Military, is there anything that I can’t kneel on the keyboard and say clearly? Why is it still affecting our fans to lose live broadcast benefits? 】

[You brainless women are really enough. Isn’t it disgusting to be so messy every day?]

[Goodbye husband! Remember to come tomorrow! 】

[This is so special that the live broadcast has been less than half an hour, are you honestly not working? 】

...

Shen Qiao did not watch the dance of demons in the barrage area, and directly exited the live broadcast room. Seeing his movements, Lu Zhe's voice came from the rear unhurriedly:

"Would you like to go out for dinner? There is a restaurant near here that tastes good. It is a chain. I had it last time when Lao Wo and I came to participate in the S competition. It is estimated that the taste will not be too bad."

Shen Qiao understood that he didn't want to talk about it in the room, so he didn't say much, got up and walked outside with him.

There were carpets in the corridors outside the hotel. Both of them were wearing sneakers. There was almost no sound when they stepped on them, but it was not until they walked into the elevator that Shen Qiao heard Lu Zhe suddenly speak:

"I borrowed their number to go to your live broadcast room before."

Shen Qiao walked into the elevator, put one hand in his pocket, and squinted at him: "Why don't you use your own? Or did you use their number to go in and scold me?"

Lu Zhe touched his nose, a little helpless appeared between his eyebrows.

"Because you have blocked my account," he said.

The emotion in Shen Qiao's eyes went blank for a moment.

He subconsciously refuted: "Impossible..."

It is impossible for him not to know Lu Zhe's tuba, just as Lao Shou will be reminded when he enters his live broadcast room today. Once Lu Zhe tuba enters his live broadcast room, how could Shen Qiao not know.

Lu Zhe looked at him amusedly, his eyes full of tenderness, tenderly almost pampered, and he leaned on the elevator mirror behind Shen Qiao with one hand. He raised his tone and asked, "Think about it again, in your live broadcast. In between, besides cursing, what other circumstances will be banned by you, eh?"

Shen Qiao reflexively replied: "Sensitive topics."

Lu Zhe snorted from his nose, not knowing whether it was a laugh or a mockery, but it was obvious that Shen Qiao was wrong.

He recalled carefully, before the two reunited, it seemed that he had never seen any color topics in the live broadcast room. Besides, Lu Zhe was not a person who didn't know the importance, he would say something in his live broadcast room.

Since it is not blocked because of this kind of problem, what is it?

Lu Zhe glanced at the direction of the camera in the elevator, didn't get too close, even took the initiative to retreat a little, leaning on the other side of the elevator, staring at Shen Qiao's face, waiting for him to remember the correct answer.

Shen Qiao's brows wrung up unconsciously, as if thinking about this matter was very troublesome, with a bitter expression on his face, and seeing that Lu Zhe was originally a little depressed because of this, and seeing that he was in a good mood. A lot.

Seeing that the elevator was approaching the first floor, Lu Zhe couldn't hold back a step forward and pressed Shen Qiao's brows: "I wanted to talk about you before. I always frowned when I was okay."

Shen Qiao was tapped by his fingertips, and moved his head inadvertently, avoiding his movements, and when he reached the first floor with a "dingdong" in the elevator, he stepped out and gave up thinking and asked Lu Zhe to give directly to him. correct answer.

"If you can't remember, you can just say it."

Lu Zhe saw his righteous look, his eyes narrowed, "My tips are not free."

Shen Qiao didn't even want to take out a crumpled five-cents banknote from his pocket, perhaps having experienced the destruction of a drum washing machine, and pat him on his body: "Here."

Lu Zhe: "..."

He laughed angrily, and then the fifty cents, angrily said: "It's related to cigarettes, think for yourself, forget about it if you can't remember it."

Shen Qiao: "?"

He reluctantly used his brains again: "Smoke? You advertised smoking in my live broadcast room? You don't like smoking either... That is to quit smoking, why was banned? Unless you say... Wait, I remember. Up."

Shen Qiao pulled out some corner impressions from the memory corner.

It seems that every time he secretly smokes in the live broadcast room, there is always a bad guy who cursed him with all kinds of ugly words, and then he was thrown into the blacklist by the administrator when he returned.

Shen Qiao let out a "ha", and successfully adjusted his expression to a smile-like but not-smiling pattern. He swept Lu Zhe next to him up and down, and asked in a subtle tone: "The person who predicted that I would have bronchitis, lung cancer, coronary heart disease, angina pectoris, it's you. Right?"

Lu Zhe: "..."

He made a grassy voice in his heart.

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