Quick wear strategy, the female supporting role must be blackened

Chapter 87 My Deskmate (47)

"You have so many little fans. I don't know how you feel. After disappearing for so long, there are still a lot of people remembering you."

Bo Yi took a sip of his wine, the light became a little dim, and the person in front of him faded away from his previous innocence, no youthful frivolity, no fearlessness.

He became calm, became more and more quiet, and looked deserted.

"Why did you come back this time?"

"do not know."

The young man's eyes were somewhat confused, he shook his head, he didn't know why he came back.

Seeing his classmates and friends returning to China one by one, he also went back, but after returning, he found that he was the same as if he hadn't come back.

He has no relatives, friends, or anyone worthy of nostalgia. He is alone and has nothing to worry about.

"What did you study outside?"

"What degree do you have now?"

"I don't have any academic qualifications, just an ordinary book."

Bo Yi asked curiously. Among the teammates who play games, this guy is probably the only one who is different. Others gave up their studies for the sake of games, but this one is only for their studies.

His academic qualifications are the best among all of them, and what he said to be ordinary may not be so ordinary in fact.

I skipped several levels in a row, it was simply terrifying.

How could it be an ordinary book.

This brat never tells the truth to others, and every time he answers a question, he degrades himself a lot.

When we met for the first time, I asked him if he was good at playing games, and he said he knew a little bit.

As a result, one person led the whole field, played the opponent like a monkey, and won ten games in a row.

This Nima is called a little understanding?

This embarrasses those who know them

"Study financial management and law."

"Do you want to run a company in the future?"

"uncertain."

The young man has some plans to leave, and he has nothing to say. He is not good at chatting with people. When others ask him, he will answer according to his mood.

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm leaving first."

He doesn't like to chat with people, because he is afraid of accidentally saying the wrong thing, offending people, and communicating with people is very troublesome.

"Leave a contact information, and the address is also fine, I can drop by the door if it's okay."

"Farewell, I like to be alone."

After the boy finished speaking, he turned and left. He shouldn't have come back to the club. The club has already changed, and he came back just to scare them, and they didn't like to see him.

Bo Yi stayed where he was, looking at the young man's back, with mixed feelings in his heart, he was still the same as before, but they were no longer the friends they used to be.

Afterwards, Bo Yi left the club, and he went to the team where the boy had been. That team was getting more and more declining. If it wasn't for the influence left by his old teammates, the team would no longer be famous.

Existing in name only, how many people should care about it?
In the eyes of most people, e-sports is a profession that does not do business properly, and not many people can understand it.

In the evening, the dusk sprinkled the ground.

Yu Xi took the lyrics to the hospital.

Yu Xi handed Mu An some lyrics, which she wrote with great painstaking effort.

"Brother, I've finished writing, let's see if these can be used."

Mu An looked and looked again, and felt that she still lacked some heat. She was too anxious, and the things she wrote did not meet her expected requirements.

It's okay, take your time, being able to write is also a kind of progress.

"It's well written, but next time, pay attention to what the rhythm is. I'll take a look first, and then help you revise it later."

(End of this chapter)