The air conditioner in the Myth Training room was blowing slowly.

During the break just after the game, I went to get a drink or go to the bathroom.

Qingliu sat quietly in his place, the wind blowing the short black hair on his forehead, and the long eyelashes hung down quietly, covering the bottom of his eyes.

After a moment of silence, his slender white hand rested on his forehead, and his fingertips ran through his black hair.

Bonus.

yes, he does need a bonus.

What is the competition for, some people are for fame, some people are for popularity, and some ridiculous ones are still shouting for their dreams.

And he, just to make money.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled invisibly.

Little brute, don't let me meet you again.

Qingliu didn't want to encounter misanthropy in life or death, and he had the greatest chance of winning this entertainment game.

Jiang Tong can't participate, and his misanthropy is notoriously uncooperative, and the champion will be clear as expected.

As a result, Qingliu, who had the greatest chance of winning in the eyes of everyone, won two consecutive knees.

The world-weary is beautiful at the moment, and he slashed Qingliu seven times with his own hands, and directly beat him into a faceless record.

The little pervert was so happy that he hummed a little song.

Immediately after, in the next three games, he did not match Qingliu.

It's like being poisoned.

The world-weary happiness gradually turned gloomy, and he didn't communicate with his teammates with a cold face.

brushed the economy and flew alone, and he also took the time to secretly go to Qingliu's live broadcast room to take a look.

Seeing that Qingliu didn't match himself, he also won three games.

The misanthropic sneered.

Sure enough, only Lao Tzu can beat this little white face.

Others, no, a bunch of rubbish.

[I understand now, a man who concentrates on his career is really handsome. 】

[It's also really boring, I don't want to see them play games seriously.] 】

[Sure enough, they are all a group of fake fans, you don't like it if you play a good show and turn over the audience, you have to love and kill each other until you live and die to be satisfied. 】

[My passage doesn't match together, my youth is gone, goodbye.] 】

[It's scattered, and the newcomers who haven't caught up can go directly to watch the replay, pointing the first two games, and the back is boring to death.] 】

[Hahahaha is a vicious and understanding person. 】

Qingliu stared at the barrage: "......"

After the game was over, Qingliu said hello to the fans, and it went straight off the air.

He only won three games, and his personal points were lonely.

Fortunately, the MVP still has a bonus of points, and the final result is not too ugly.

In the end, the first place in the overall ranking is the immortals, and the champion is also their myth.

The final award ceremony is being held in the official live broadcast room.

The world-weary was bored, but he won the prize, and he won the second place.

In addition to the first and Qingliu both masters, he has not lost a single game in the next four games, and even the games are MVPs.

The world-weary could only tearfully accept the second prize of 8,000 yuan.

He stared at the rankings and saw the humble Qingliu little pitiful in the sixth place overall.

The world-weary is ready to close the live broadcast room.

brought up the picture in the live broadcast room, and locked a barrage at a glance.

[The game is over, why don't I have my favorite WeChat chat session??? 】

Misanthropic.

blurted out directly, "Why the hell did you install a camera in my house?" ”

【？？？ Who, who, who's so excessive, call the police and arrest him, and I'll take it over. 】

[What the hell I am? Camera? 】

[Mom, who installed the camera, my sister is not good like this, quickly change the evil and return to the right, my sister will bear it for you. 】

[Wait, the meaning of misanthropy, shouldn't I see the barrage now? ] 】

【？？？？ Groove】

The misanthropic frowned, looking at the fast-scrolling barrage.

I feel that my live broadcast room is not at all different from other people's live broadcast rooms.

Why couldn't he understand what they were saying?

I got the second, and I didn't see them lick two sentences, and now I'm still saying something he doesn't understand.

Misanthropic asked, "What happened when you saw the barrage?" What are you talking about? ”

As a result, the barrage exploded directly.

[Ahhhhh 】

[, sisters, run! ] 】

[What the hell am I?? Goodbye slipped away. 】

[Ahhhh!!hh 】

[Don't ask me, I don't know anything, sisters, I'll withdraw first. 】

[Tsk, look at the beautiful Chinese words in this live broadcast room. 】

[Don't tsk, hurry up, sisters, withdraw quickly!] 】

Misanthropic looked at the live broadcast room, stunned.

After a moment of silence, he still didn't understand after looking at it for a long time, pulled the corners of his lips, and said with a disgusted face.

"What are you running, what are you talking about? Like a bunch of neurotics. ”

【？？？ Scold me]

[Scolding fans for neuropathy??? It's worthy of your misanthropy. 】

[The misanthropic mouth is not a mouth, scolding the powder to death? 】

[Listen to me, let's not talk about chat logs, understand?] 】

【？？？ Upstairs, what the hell are you]

The misanthropy finally captured the four words of the chat log again.

Misanthropic or confused asked, "What chat history?" ”

[Nothing, nothing, let's sow it out of the world. 】

[Good night is sown under the misanthropy, good night everyone. 】

[Good night, good night, misanthropic sleep, remember to dream of me.] 】

Misanthropy: "It's only half past eight and you're saying good night to me?" ”

Qingliu peeked at the world-weary live broadcast room in a bit of confusion, and he couldn't understand what the fans were saying.

However, Qingliu is not as stupid as misanthropy, and he casually contacted a fan with his trumpet.

Qingliu Trumpet: Hello, excuse me, I'm late, can you ask what you are talking about? I don't understand it.

The passing flag is planted above my head: Ahhh Wait, sister, you're fierce.

Qingliu Trumpet: Haha

Qingliu Trumpet: May I ask why you said that I missed 100 million?

The passing flag is planted above my head: You didn't see the live broadcast, the passing is so sweet that it bursts woo woo, but there is definitely no playback, so I can only squat at the screen recording of the other sisters.

Qingliu Trumpet: Okay, thank you.

The passing flag was planted above my head: Sister, don't be so polite when you speak, don't say that you really look like my husband's trumpet.

The passing flag is planted above my head: I found a post about my sisters' screen recording and share it with you.

Qingliu Trumpet: Thank you.

Misanthropy is contacting his room manager and wants to ask what happened in the live broadcast room.

When I opened the backstage, I saw that the private message of my goldfish live broadcast account had exploded, and it was all his room management who kept poking him.

Housing manager: Misanthropy, when you cut the screen, adjust the projection screen in the settings.

Housing management: Your WeChat screen is live pro-!!

Housing manager:, can you take a look at the private message, the chat record between you and your man is in the live broadcast!!

Housing manager: Ahhhh

Housing management: Don't talk about it, go through WeChat!!

Housing Management: ...... It is said that the earth and the earth are not spiritual, you can do it yourself, and I will do my best.

Housing management: It's so good [smile]

Misanthropy: "............"