Don't move, say goodbye! [Quick Transmigration]

A period of time at the end of the year is a period of explosive network traffic, and the live broadcast industry is extremely hot.

It is estimated that he will leave soon, so Tan Qiao didn't spend too much time with his parents. He nestled in the house and played games every day, which was regarded as a pastime in his spare time.

And the system seems to be disconnected for a while, and the days are much cleaner without it nagging in my ears.

Tan Qiao: Is there any news to send recently?

System 250: The task result cannot be determined temporarily.

Tan Qiao: I suggest setting up an abandon button, which can be directly sent by clicking, without wasting time.

System 250: Is the host in a hurry?

When the system asked questions, the tone was very subtle, suddenly extraordinarily human, and there was an indescribable resentment.

Thinking of something, Tan Qiao's throat choked, and he said embarrassingly: ...It's okay.

Without continuing to talk to the system, he turned his attention back to the game in front of him.

Unable to resist the barrage army's constant pleas, Xiao Qiao, who worked hard to become stronger, finally opened the game "Jedi Chicken" again. After not playing for a long time, the operation was a little rusty. He first played a few rounds solo to adapt to the rhythm.

Sheng Zhao's name is black in the friend column. He has returned to Sheng's house these days, Tan Qiao rarely has a little breathing room, but the fans of the barrage feel that the luxury of the visual feast has plummeted, and the response is very dissatisfied.

[Where is the slag sauce?where is the guy? 】

[It's been three days, I'm going to die without the slag sauce! 】

[Tsk, Jojo's marksmanship is as accurate as usual, I miss solo row. 】

[Today is also a day without slag sauce?what happened. 】

【Won't we break up? !If so, I won't be sleepy! 】

【separate? ? ?Come on, how could that kind of evildoer be released to harm people? 】

[The bridge bombing cp party is dry and needs to replenish its vitality. 】

Manipulating the game character to lie in ambush in the grass, Tan Qiao Dekong glanced at the barrage, his temples throbbing with the frequency of the bullets.

"Didn't you come to see me play games?"

【Who said that?I see slag sauce. 】

[Look at the slag sauce +1]

【what game?I'm watching the love channel. 】

[Isn't this the Zhazhajiang live broadcast room? 】

Tan Qiao was so choked that he had nothing to say, and angrily ate a chicken in a hail of bullets in the game.

With Sheng Zhao, the leader who is frantically probing on the verge of death every day, the fans who originally wanted to hold him in their palms all changed their faces, and took pleasure in molesting him every day, and the more they learned, the worse they became.

According to what Sheng Zhao said, in order to see the lively and expressive cute little Qiao, everyone needs to build a "good" environment together. Don't attack him every day with bullet screens. Everything he does is to fight for the welfare of fans.

It is righteous and selfless, and what is even more frightening is that his pure fans actually think it makes sense.

Up to now, it's not that there is a traitor among the fans, but that there are all traitors among the fans!

Tan Qiao took a sip of ice water to reduce the fire, and after getting used to the operation, he said a formal four-person match.

After a few seconds, the match is successful.

After entering the game, the four of them discussed the skydiving point according to the old rules, and Tan Qiao stopped talking.

The three teammates are all men, number one has a funny accent, number two is a foreigner who is anxious in Chinese, number three is him, and number four has a clear and cold voice, few words, but the operation is very good.

Everyone is a seasoned veteran, and they cooperated tacitly. The No. [-] chatterbox brother suddenly turned the barrage in Tan Qiao's live broadcast room from "slag sauce" to "hahaha".

When several people were concentrating on searching the house, Tan Qiao stopped halfway through the search, and suddenly stopped and leaned against the window, and shot and killed a few people who were planning to sneak attack 300 meters away. The reaction speed and awareness were indeed extraordinary. Daily praise, teammates are also boasting.

No. [-]: "My mother, No. [-]'s little brother is awesome! Take someone's head from thousands of miles away! Handsome! How can you see his cat from so far away?"

Tan Qiao was a little embarrassed by the compliment, but she was polite on the surface: "I often play spy."

Number two: "No, Ni's attack just now is very Li Hai!"

Everyone likes to be praised, and Tan Qiao covered the upturned mouth with his fist, his eyes sparkled with stars, and his enthusiasm for the game increased by more than a little.

The barrage was another burst of 'hahaha', 'so coaxing' or something of unknown meaning.

Brother No. 10's game skills are mediocre, but he is really good at boasting. In the next [-] minutes, Tan Qiao was almost inflated to the sky. For the first time, he had the urge to form such a permanent teammate.

Number two also wanted to praise, but he had more energy than energy, and his language surprise caused him to lack vocabulary, so he was so anxious to repeat a few words like 'awesome', 'great', and 'great' over and over again.

Later, during a small-scale fight, Tan Qiao gave a few words of advice to No. [-] in fluent English. No. [-] was very enlightened, and then began to praise him with fancy English metaphors.

Number one: "Brother, do you still know Ingrid?!"

Tan Qiao: "A little bit."

The original owner was a wealthy young man who had lived abroad for several years when he was a child. Tan Qiao himself was considered a top student during his lifetime, and this level is nothing at all.

Unexpectedly, after No. [-] finished asking, No. [-], who had never praised him, suddenly said: "Concentrate on the game, shrink the circle."

The voice channel was silent for a moment, Tan Qiao cleared her throat, and woke up from the swelling.

"Yes, come on and eat chicken."

The lively atmosphere turned into concentration and calm. It stands to reason that the game should be smoother, but there were many problems in the cooperation afterwards.

For example, Tan Qiao was accidentally hit by a car god teammate, the grenade thrown by the teammate fell to his feet, the teammate searched for the redundant third-level helmet but did not say anything, the teammate taunted him when he was beaten, and so on.

Said to be teammates, in fact, refers to number four.

These small things are not enough to make Tan Qiao feel too much. What made him so angry that he dropped the mouse was that the number one and number two were killed in the end, and only he and number four survived to the finals in the team. When he was in front of him, No. [-] shot him in the back and shot him in the head.

At that time, Tan Qiao almost exploded, and the bullet screen was filled with swear words and question marks.

Tan Qiao: "Is there something wrong with you???"

He was crawling around on the ground in a state of frequent death, while No. [-] knelt down leisurely in front of his eyes, seeming to be laughing from the sound.

"Salted fish, is it fun?"

Before Tan Qiao could understand what he meant, Number Four threw a grenade on the ground and held the chicken to the enemy with both hands.

[I have a big slot, what kind of snakeskin teammate? 】

[Enemies?Who is Salted Fish? 】

[? ? ?ill? 】

【...Kunda Duck frowned, feeling that things were not simple. 】

Knowing that his WeChat ID is Xianyu, and who would call him by this name, there is no one else except Tao Ziyue. He suddenly heard Tao Ziyue's male voice, but Tan Qiao hadn't heard it yet.

The anger cooled down, and Tan Qiao didn't panic too much.

It took Tao Ziyue a few months to find out that it was really stupid. This also shows that he really didn't take the salted fish seriously. The original owner also played games with Tao Ziyue in the past.

Turning off the barrage and live broadcast of the explosion, Tan Qiao connected to the vibrating mobile phone nearby.

"You knew already?"

Tao Ziyue sneered: "It's a bit late, isn't it?"

"What do you want?"

"Come out, let's meet and talk."

Tao Ziyue reported a series of addresses, and Tan Qiao was silent for a moment, with a strange tone: "Didn't you find someone to beat me up?"

Paper can't hold fire, since the identity has been exposed, the account hacking and posting those microblogs may also be exposed.

"Hey, you think too much of yourself, why do you need someone to beat you up?"

After leaving an annoyed sentence, Tao Ziyue hung up the phone directly.

Tan Qiao didn't want to go at first, but the result of the mission has not been determined for a long time. He suspected that there were some hidden trigger conditions, such as having to have a showdown with the protagonist, indicating that the two of them were impossible, so he finally went.

The place where the two met was a small coffee shop. The environment was very good, but there were not many customers. Tao Ziyue decided on a place near the window in the corner of the shop, so it was safe to talk about any topic.

After sitting face to face, I don't know if it was Tan Qiao's illusion, Tao Ziyue seemed to have been well-dressed.

His complexion is not good, but his hairstyle and clothes are exquisite, and there is a faint smell of perfume in the air. Tan Qiao moved his nose, and it smells good. The aroma is less natural.

Tao Ziyue in men's clothing is really too pleasing to the eye. After calming down, Tan Qiao treats the protagonist Gong as no different from other characters. He admired it from the perspective of a passerby for a while, and Tao Ziyue felt uncomfortable and couldn't help it. Sneeringly.

"looks good?"

Tan Qiao rolled his eyes: "It's just rare."

"..."

Tao Ziyue's handsome face instantly stretched long, and after being sluggish, he simply went straight to the point: "Should I call you Xianyu or Tan Qiao?"

"It's up to you." Tan Qiao took a sip of his coffee, felt that the protagonist Gong was too procrastinating, and couldn't help but help him: "You came to me to ask questions?"

Tao Ziyue choked, and laughed angrily: "Tan Qiao, you played me around, shouldn't I come to ask the crime?"

"I'm not kidding you."

"How dare you say it!" Tao Zi would have slapped the table if he hadn't been worried about being in the cafe.

"Ask me to play a game together, and then deliberately find someone to taunt me in the restaurant, colluded with super management to steal my recommendation, and now you are living with other men behind my back, Tan Qiao, what else do you want to play?"

Hearing what he said, Tan Qiao was slightly surprised for a moment, and at the same time had a clue in his heart.

It seems that Tao Ziyue didn't know that he also posted the next two Weibo posts. He didn't expect Sheng Zhao's provocation by accident to make Tao Ziyue so angry, and he lived together behind his back?What is this saying?

It is not easy to draw a clear relationship, and it is easy to leave pimples if you are not careful. In the eyes of the Readers Association, pimples may represent the seeds of reunification.

Nothing was explained.Tan Qiao thought about it and decided to start from the beginning.

He asked back, "Tao Ziyue, what exactly is salted fish to you?"

Tao Ziyue's voice faltered, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the phone: "Don't change the subject, explain clearly why you are singing the oboe with me!"

"Xianyu is a hard-working otaku. He can only do hard work in the later stage, and he can't even please to chat with him. As for Xiao Qiao, he has worked hard to become a popular anchor. He never blinks when he rewards and spends money. Although his chat skills are not as good as Game technology, but still able to speak, at least a lot better than Xianyu."

Tan Qiao stirred the coffee in the cup, and briefly recalled the original owner's previous memories, as if he had personally experienced a loyal dog-like secret love.

Sit in place and wait obediently every day, as long as the person comes to pet his head and give any instructions, it is enough to keep the little loyal dog satisfied and happy for a whole day without paying half a bone.

What a fool, he is clearly a young master who grew up in a honeypot, and he is said to have a high IQ. If Xianyu is not honest and lazy, what right does he have to call himself Xianyu.

Tan Qiao sighed, and said helplessly, "Tao Ziyue, you don't like either of these, I really have no other choice."

Tao Ziyue could understand every word, but the combination made him a little at a loss, especially after learning that Tan Qiao had a strong background.

Unable to hide the shock on his face, he stared blankly at Tan Qiao for a while, as if trying to tell if he was playing tricks on him again.

"What do you mean?" He said with difficulty: "You... like me?"

Tan Qiao was noncommittal, and quickly continued: "I know you only think of me as a friend, but I have no shortage of friends. The restaurant incident can only be said to be an accident. I wanted to confess, but I already knew the answer in the toilet, so you don't need it." Say no again."

As if he didn't hear what he said, Tao Ziyue repeated like a fool: "You really like me?"

Exhausted of patience, Tan Qiao took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed her temper.

"Why are you holding on to this? You didn't know whether Xianyu liked you or not before?"

Tao Ziyue's complexion changed, feeling embarrassed that his hypocrisy had been exposed, he retorted stiffly: "I don't know, and you never said it."

"..."

Tanjo clenched her fists, resisting the urge to commit violence.

In any case, he was a little bit at a loss for the fact that spreading Tao Ziyue's revelations on the Internet had caused him to fall into cyber violence.

"That's not important, Tao Ziyue, it's fine if you find someone to blackmail me, I even gave you so many rockets, I really didn't grab the recommendation position you mentioned, don't be too narrow-minded, everyone will not violate the river water in the future. Cleared."

Tao Ziyue's soft and gentle expression suddenly froze: "Two Qings?"

The heart felt like being stabbed by a blunt instrument, the pain had been non-existent after Xianyu's indifferent attitude, at this moment the pain suddenly broke out, Tao Ziyue unconsciously covered his chest, and a look of confusion flashed across his eyes.

Tan Qiao didn't notice it at all, since he separated the relationship, he completely separated it, and the Readers Association couldn't let the reader's association see the slightest sign. He was about to mention the matter of going abroad, but the system sent a reminder first.

System: The current protagonist's favorability score is 75.

Tan Qiao ordered some coffee cup irritably: Don't make trouble, it's useless, I won't flirt.

The system doesn't understand: the situation in each world is different, it is not easy to reach 75 favorability, next time you will definitely not be so smooth, do you really want to give up?

Hearing what he said, Tan Qiao's heart skipped a beat: Are you implying that the protagonist Gong in my next world will be difficult to flirt with?

The system defaults to silence.

It's fine to fail once or twice, but will the next world also fail?

Looking at Tao Ziyue in front of him, Tan Qiao's original firm belief began to waver. If he encounters difficulties, he will give up. How many times will he fail before he can be reborn?

Whether it is due to external conditions, or because he was slow to realize the goodness of the original owner, at least there is a real 75 in front of him, if he is only an npc...

The system breaks his fantasy: HE ending requires both parties to be happy, and you have to really fall in love with him.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone interrupted her thoughts, Tan Qiao looked down at the screen, and said expressionlessly: "I give up."

75 is useless, whether you can fall in love is not a problem, the problem is that there is a hurdle in front of you that you can't get over, and he broke his head here.

Having lost the test of cannon fodder, Tan Qiao has no qualifications to call herself the protagonist Shou, and Tao Ziyue is no match for the cannon fodder's means, and has no qualifications to call herself the protagonist Gong.

How could it be HE, this world is already in a dead end.

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