The boy blushed.
[good boy: HMM.]
Shen Wanqing can imagine the boy in front of the screen. He has an unparalleled handsome face. His cold and indifferent face is slightly red. Like a little darling, he resists shyness to answer his questions.
The girl's eyes narrowed. Although this feeling was good, she preferred to be able to actually touch the teenager.
But you can't rush. You have to take your time.
[wangzi milk essence: today, I helped the guests in the Internet cafe play a game of king. I felt pretty good.]
[Wang Zi's milk essence: then I created a number myself and started ranking after playing a few. Then I'm gold now!]
Listening to the girl's proud words, Yan Zhiqiu couldn't help smiling on her face.
[y: call me next time and I'll fight with you.]
[Wang Zi milk essence: but aren't you very busy every day? You have to practice every day for the game.]
[y: play with you or practice.]
[Wang Zi's milk essence: Yes, after all, it's hard to take a rookie flying. You can take the opportunity to exercise yourself well.]
[y: you're just playing and not proficient.]
[y: I'll play more with you. You'll learn it soon.]
Shen Wanqing burst into laughter. What's the matter with the desire to survive!
She smiled and typed back:
[wangzi milk essence: then Yan Shen will accompany me now.]
[good boy: OK.]
[good boy: don't call me Yan God.]
[wangzi milk essence: why?]
Yan Zhiqiu frowned, his lips slightly pursed, and replied fiercely:
[y: just don't shout.]
After sending the message, Yan Zhiqiu suddenly recovered and immediately withdrew the message.
The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingers grabbed the quilt, and he was a little confused.
Is it too fierce?
I don't think so.
[wangzi milk essence: I saw it.]
Yan Zhiqiu saw this, her beautiful eyes drooped and hesitated for a long time before typing slowly.
At the moment, the girl sent a message again.
[wangzi milk essence: since you don't want me to call Yan God, I'll call you Qiuqiu?]
Qiu Qiu
Yan Zhiqiu's dark and uneasy eyes faded, and a dense redness was on the tip of his ears.
The boy endured his shyness and replied skillfully:
[y: OK.]
After the two kings went online, because Yan Zhiqiu's big size was the team number, and the segment was too high to be suitable for gold like Shen Wanqing, so he changed to a small size.
Two people connected to wheat.
Yan Zhiqiu put on her headphones and the girl's soft voice happened to come at this time.
"Qiu Qiu?"
The voice is soft and waxy. Yan Zhiqiu can imagine the girl's appearance with milk fragrance when she said this sentence.
The slender eyelashes drooped gently, the young man smiled quietly, and his voice was cold, "HMM."
"Shall we match or rank?" Shen Wanqing asked.
"Ranking."
With that, the boy invited Shen Wanqing into the room.
Match successfully, enter the game.
"What are you fighting for?" Shen Wanqing asked.
The boy asked softly, "what hero are you good at?"
"Me? Almost." Shen Wanqing thought.
She seems to be all right.
They haven't chosen a hero yet. The other three teammates have chosen a hero.
Ah Ke on the first floor, Daji on the second floor and Cheng Yaojin on the third floor.
Old man's boy heart (Cheng Yaojin): what's on the fourth floor and the fifth floor? Hurry up. There's not enough time.
Five dogs opposite (ah Ke): shouldn't you hang up?
Shen Wanqing glanced at their words, and then said to Yan Zhiqiu, "there is only one ADC and auxiliary."
"I'll help." Yan Zhiqiu said.