[E-sports] On the road is not a two-way road!

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As a young man of the new era who hangs around Bilibili all the year round, He Qingyang doesn't think he is a young and promising "back wave", but he is still a fashionable surfer, and he actually knows everything he should know.

Before Jiang Sizhen came to WG, he and Hao Ren were just friends.At that time, in order to disgust him, Hao Ren didn't hesitate to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. He searched e-sports fans on lof to show him, and winked and said those sissy lines.

In this era of corrupt culture, plus the e-sports industry is full of wealthy single brothers, whether they are handsome or not is another matter, but there are really many CPs.

Take WG as an example, He Qingyang has CP fans with almost every team member, and there are even cross-team cheerleaders.To put it bluntly, this is the permutation and combination in high school mathematics.

But it's one thing to have a fanfic, it's another thing to be chatted about by a real person.

He Qingyang can accept casually talking about him in fan fiction, saying that he is aggressive or lively, he can accept it, because he knows it is false.

But if the teammates around him are gay.There is no doubt that he will definitely keep his distance.

It's a joke, the old He family's mission of carrying on the family line cannot be broken with him.

He still doesn't have a good reason to prove that Jiang Si is really gay, so he decided to try it out.

He Qingyang woke up at noon the next day with two huge dark circles under his eyes, which shocked the whole team.

"Hey, we also have a national treasure in our team. It's so strange." Hao Ren opened a pack of spicy sticks, and the tempting aroma filled the entire training room.

Hao Ren carefully wrapped a spicy stick in paper and handed it to He Qingyang.

"Yangzi, would you like one?"

He smiled cunningly, and the pink pimple that just appeared on the tip of his nose looked even more abrupt.

He Qingyang turned on the computer and said, "Eat, be careful of acne."

E-sports players have extremely irregular schedules, and they are prone to acne. If they eat more irritating food, He Qingyang, who has bad skin, will probably be disfigured.

He opened the long-lost Maoya live broadcast.An anchor like them must have [-] hours of live broadcasting time a month, but now it's the end of the month, and He Qingyang is still short of more than ten hours.

[Grandma, the anchor you follow is finally on the air! 】

[Yanghuang just won the game, so he couldn't help but start the live broadcast to make a fuss? 】

【It's really a villain's face】

……

He Qingyang did not log in to the account of Heroes of War. He opened the NetEase cloud and clicked on the random play, and walked out of the monitoring range of the camera with his cup in his hand.

"Water friends should listen to the song first, and the host will return after the next session."

Question marks floated across the screen.

【? ? ? 】

[I just came, where is Emperor Yang? 】

[How long is the live broadcast of this dog thing Shui Nima? 】

[Brothers, report this shit to me and take it off the shelves! 】

【Report%2B1】

……

He Qingyang put a bottle of iced black tea in front of Jin Xiaonan.

"Brother Nan, please drink."

Brother Nan was still waiting for the ranking. He glanced at the iced black tea, and a flash of understanding flashed across his eyes: "Is there anything Yangzi can do for you?"

He Qingyang scratched his head embarrassingly, and said hesitantly: "I really have something to ask Brother Nan for help."

Brother Nan is the most reliable adult in WG. He Qingyang really dare not entrust this matter to others, especially Hao Ren.

What Hao Ren knew meant that the whole team knew about it.

"That's... that is, Brother Nan, can you go to my live broadcast room and help me brush up rockets?"

Brother Nan thought he understood what He Qingyang meant, and it was common for teammates to shoot rockets at each other.He smiled kindly at He Qingyang: "It's a small matter, after I finish this game, I'll help you brush the Rockets."

A rocket costs 1000 yuan, but this amount of money is nothing to Brother Nan.He was still thinking about whether he should give Yang Zi a little more attention, feeling that he was a little unconfident recently.

He Qingyang blushed: "Can you use the trumpet to brush, the nickname of the trumpet is—" He said something quickly, but Brother Nan didn't hear clearly.

"Yang Zi, what did you just say?" Brother Nan thought hard, "Jiang Si Qingyang?"

"Did you mispronounce Leif's name?" Brother Nan asked in a mouthful of kimchi-flavored Chinese.

"That's right, that's the name." He Qingyang explained to Brother Nan, and then slipped back immediately.He had a hunch that if he came back later, his live broadcast room might be complained.

It turned out that his hunch was right.

"Just now the anchor was delayed for a while. All veterans, I'm really sorry."

[The anchor still knows to come back? 】

[Excuse me, is the host constipated?A total of seven minutes and 53 seconds slipped]

[Yanghuang is still the generation of 'Huang', so he dares to play big names]

Fans in the e-sports circle are all fathers. He Qingyang knows this truth well. He apologized to the bullet screen several times, and the bullet screen expressed magnanimity to forgive him.

He Qingyang opened the Happy Landlords interface.

Suddenly, his live screen was filled with rumbling rockets.

"Jiang Si Qingyang sent a rocket to the anchor, and carried a sentence: anchor!"

"Jiang Siqingyang sent a rocket to the anchor, and said a word: Ollie!"

"Jiang Si Qingyang sent a rocket to the anchor, and carried a sentence: [love] [love] [love]"

"..."

According to the rules of Maoya live broadcast, if someone sends a rocket, the host should say his name and thank him.

He Qingyang cleared his throat, feeling a little nervous, he almost yelled those few words out of his throat.

"Thank you Jiang Si Qingyang for the rocket! Thank you Jiang Si Qingyang!"

He looked at Jiang Sizhen who was not far away from him out of the corner of his eye, wondering what kind of expression Jiang Sizhen would have when he heard this gay ID.

He felt that when he yelled, everyone in the base probably heard it. It didn't make sense that Jiang Sizhen couldn't hear it.

"Thank you old iron Jiang Siqingyang for sending the rocket!" He groaned again.

But it seems that Jiang Sizhen still looks like an ancient well, and has no reaction to this ID.

Trial plan one, failed.

【Yanghuang thank you, I almost threw my phone away in fright】

[The earphone party is already deaf]

【WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowExcite the child like this]

[Is it just me who thinks this ID is weird? 】

[Jiang Si, Qingyang? 】

[Emperor Yang seems to be called He Qingyang, the real emperor is called Jiang Sizhen, right?]

【Thinking carefully and terrified】

【Emperor Yanghuang is cracking up! [doge]]

[cp powder rolled out of grams]

……

During dinner, He Qingyang was mobbed and beaten.

"Yangzi, are you fucking sick? Have you never seen the rocket or something, your voice killed me!" Hao Ren said angrily, "My Hanbok ranking has dropped a little. , and got sprayed by that Korean guy."

"Me too." An Pingcun, who had always been on the sidelines, joined in, "Because of Yang Zi's roar, I used up all my big moves."

He Qingyang asked very confidently: "Is my voice really loud?" If it was really that loud, Jiang Sizhen should have heard it if he was seated so close to him.

"Yang's voice is not loud," Jiang Sizhen interrupted suddenly, "I didn't hear it."

……

Silence, long silence.

Hao Ren rubbed his brows before saying, "Laifu, what brand are your headphones? The sound insulation is really fucking good."

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