820 Truth Under the Exterior (1)
Tang Qingyu held Shen Xiaoxiao's hand, these words were Shen Xiaoxiao's sincere words.
"I'm sorry, for you, and for Faynand." Tang Qingyu said, "I won't go to the drug rehabilitation center to see him, just let him think 'Tang Qingyu is dead', cut off his last trace of thoughts, and get through it, so that it can be truly liberated." ”
The two of them talked a few words, and this game was naturally lost.
"Tsk, you wasted your opening three kills in vain."
Shen Xiaoxiao wrinkled his nose, he finally had time to play, and no one wanted to ruin his good mood.
"Ah Yu, you hurry up and open a small trumpet and take me to the top of the ranks, I've been silent in Baiyin for several months."
Ten minutes later.
Shen Xiaoxiao looked at Tang Qingyu's record of "6-0-6" in the first eight minutes, and could only envy and hate.
"Hey, hey, God won't let people live. Even if you have a high IQ, why are you so talented even playing games? ”
"Ha, Xiaoxiao, you said that I should take advantage of the recent idle panic, practice hard, and play a professional league or something another day."
"Cut, where do you see women playing pro? Besides, you're both 26 years old, and it's long overdue to retire. ”
"Heh, I may be two extremes, I used to work too hard, and now I'm too obsessed with playing games, I'm just an Internet addict girl."
Tang Qingyu laughed at herself, in fact, only she knew that the reason why she played games more frequently in the past few days was because of her inner boredom.
On the one hand, because this 'Tang Ziyu' is really not good, he will be scorned by Ye Nian from time to time.
On the other hand, since the last time she sent her that message, "King of Spades" seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no news, and I didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd.
Tang Qingyu sometimes thinks in her spare time that if she wants to figure out the conspiracy of the "King of Spades" at this pace, she may have to wait until the next life.
"But when it comes to it, playing games is a really good pastime. No matter how bad your mood is, as long as you put all your emotions into the characters in the game, you will be able to forget all the unpleasantness in this childish killing and fighting. ”
Shen Xiaoxiao was not careful, she was dropped by the other party's assassin Lanling King in seconds, and while waiting for the resurrection, she put down her mobile phone and leaned on Tang Qingyu's shoulder.
"If only I were Sherlock Holmes, that would help you find the killer behind the scenes. Ah Yu, in fact, I know that you don't play games to kill time at all, but to relieve your troubles. ”
Tang Qingyu squeezed out a reluctant smile, looking casual.
"Has that 'King of Spades' not been in contact with you?"
Tang Qingyu was silent, and the answer was obvious.
"I know, although you look relaxed on the surface, you are actually panicked inside, right?"
Shen Xiaoxiao's "big vernacular" is really annoying.
"You, now not only are you famous, but even your eyes are poisonous."
Tang Qingyu's operation is too superb, and he is directly "super god", and in the blink of an eye, he has already won three games in a row with rookie Shen Xiaoxiao.
In the middle of the night, the mobile phone is turned off, and the room is quiet all of a sudden, which is very uncomfortable.
Tang Qingyu and Shen Xiaoxiao snuggled under the quilt, they were used to sleeping like this, since the orphanage.
"How do you tell?" Tang Qingyu asked sullenly.
Needless to say, they saw something, because they both knew it in their hearts.