America, Seattle [3]

Qiu Ying returned to the hotel. Immediately threw that two high heels far away. She had been fooling around all night. The whole face was breaking. It only was her in touch with Conquer for two weeks. She heard those terms in the clouds and fog, and they had blasted the games on the spot in English. It was impossible not to feel a headache.

After lying in bed and do yoga "corpse pose" for five minutes. She got up and climbed to the desk, barefoot. Turned on the computer, used the video editor she just learned to edit today's recorded Seattle match highlights. She stayed up late until 5: 00 in the morning. After lying down with clothes for two hours, three or four-alarm clocks blew her up.

Skin beauty, OK. Filter, OK. Qiu Ying opened her red eyes. She dragged the mouse to adjust the contrast of the photo. When it was done, she typed the new post in the Weibo with a newly refined photo of the Legend team.

"Come on! There are no losers in this field. Morale. Sleep on the brushwood. We'll fight again next year!"

The new Weibo post launched successfully. A few seconds later, she got dozens of likes.

Qiu Ying opened the comments section.

"Wow! The Legend player saw The Beautiful Sister Ying. Their eyes must be glowing! "

"When Goddess Ying transformed into a career interpreter? The hostess of this competition compares with you were nothing!"

"Goddess Ying was right! Fight again next year! Love you! "

"I saw you cry on the last live broadcast. Goddess, don't be sad. I'd love to have a girlfriend like you! "

....

It's 07:30 Western Standard time, Qiu Ying rummaged out the only sandwiches left in her bag yesterday. She bolted her stomach with cold water then covered his dark circles with concealer cream. She put a lot of makeup on the ground, turned on the camera, and started the domestic prime time live broadcast.

Played a game of Conquer, Qiu Ying's crappy operation could almost record an 'egg-plant collection.' When you came to a crowded place, you couldn't even find your role. Fortunately, there was still a beautiful scene. Her popularity was quite booming. Whenever her skills were zero, she will subconsciously stick out her tongue. He slammed on the keyboard after the sneak attack and murmured, "Oh, no." The eyebrows wrinkled slightly. The dark pupils showed an expression of injury. The picture reflected in the eyes of the otaku, and it was a blow to the heart.

The display screen brushed the comments of the audience-.

"Cute nosebleed." "Behaved, don't feel sad." "It's just a game. Next time, brother will take you to play along. "

Qiu Ying was preparing to fight again. Suddenly she saw a scarlet letter bullet screen: "Goddess Ying." Qiao Xin began to dance hot in the live room next door. If you don't try harder, tonight's popularity is going to be compared again."

Something sank slowly from the bottom of my heart. Qiu Ying didn't know why, but she was not in the mood to sing and dance at the moment.

She remembered the conversation between Legend members at the dinner table last night.

"Brother C. Let's fight for another year. We didn't play well on this final."

"I played professionally for ten years. I'm very clear about my state. The peak will never come back." Cris drank the wine out of the glass and said it with a wry smile. "Sometimes, you know when the other person will do it. From where to attack, what kind of walk. But I didn't have that reaction to dodge the attack."

"More than that. Hand speed and spirituality are deteriorating day by day." He looked at the open palm of his hand. His head buried low. "Well, if I'm still in this field, I will be too irresponsible to our teammates."

Ten years. A person only can have several decades in his life.

"This is the end of my career. The next will depends on you."

After the bar game was over, Cris, the Legend's team leader was drunk. Several members of the team helped him forward. The streetlights dragged their shadows long. The wind shook the tree, just like rain.

Qiu Ying was not an e-sports fan. Her exposure to Conquer was also very short. She stood in the same place and watched them go further and further away. There was a surge of bitterness in her heart for no reason until Ji Xiangkong coughed behind her.

Qiu Ying turned around and found no waves on his handsome face. She couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you look sad at all?"

Ji Xiangkong shrugged with a look that didn't want to answer well: "I just cried. You didn't see it."

....

Qiu Ying recovered from her memories, found someone brushing herself for a cruise ship.

The gifts that viewers could give to the anchorman on the satellite live broadcast platform divided into five grades. Cruise ships are the highest, and it worthed 500 yuan. Usually, Qiu Ying will perform a show to show her gratitude when she received a gift from her fans. But today's version of the Conquer game icon seemed particularly dazzling. Tearful players came into her mind. For the first time, Qiu Ying was ashamed of her behavior.

They saw her not responded for a long time. The audience exploded on the screen.

"What's going on? Got a cruise ship doesn't perform. No more next time."

"Beautiful girl, everyone's waiting for you. Don't spoil the fun. "

In fact, in the eyes of these people. She guessed she was just a joke to make fun of.

She forced a smile for so long and reminded herself. Forget your pride, and acting was always tiring.

Qiu Ying didn't go too far. Took a deep breath and soon put on the mask with a sweet smile. She lifted the camera. The new song 'Yes or No' of Firework, a popular women's group in South Korea, was played. She was getting ready to step back into the middle of the room, the cellphone on the table suddenly vibrated.

"You left your stuff in my car."

The sender was from an unknown number.

Qiu Ying compared to a yes in her heart. Right. She deliberately left a lipstick in his car and a card with her phone number.

Let's turned back the time into last night.

As soon as Ji Xiangkong opened the hotel room door, Lin Yixuan hooked on his neck. He smiled and pasted his face over: "Well, you. Leave the brothers and sent back the girl alone."

Ji Xiangkong glanced on him. Except for the drunken Cris, who has gone back to bed. Legend's other three brothers gathered in his room and just had a drink. Spit out their troubles into the toilet and flush them into the sewers. They were much more refreshed at the moment.

"It smells like perfume." Lin Yixuan pushed his chest with his elbow and winked. "How's it going? Have you two kissed? "

"No, she rejected me." Ji Xiangkong tilted his head, blew breath into his ear. "Are you going to comfort me?"

Lin Yixuan jumped away as a cat stepped on its tail: "Get out!"

"I didn't expect to see Qiu Ying herself. Only you can do it." Huoyao at the desk gave a thumb to Ji Xiangkong. "See her real person is prettier than in camera. I didn't dare to say much."

Lin Yixuan wiped his ears with his sleeves, gouged out a blank look at the season: "I've summed it up before. He has a face that women chase backward."

Idle Lu Feng could not help but say, "Who is Qiu Ying? You all know her? "

Lin Yixuan glared at him: "Hillbilly."

"She's a big celebrity of the live platform." Huo Yao began to popularize science. "She started on the National Star Channel. She dressed up as an ordinary student. Play the piano, sing and so on. It's been popular for a while and then dropped afterward. She moved to Conquer only a few weeks ago, and playing games is called a dish. But watch the live broadcast of an anchorwoman. How many people are really after the game?"

Lin Yixuan took over the topic: "Yes. Usually, play a game or two, and then she started dancing with the wheat. She plays the edge ball, relies on the Conquer version, there are a lot of otaku viewers."

Lu Feng listened to a stupefied: "How do you know so much. Do you have a good time watching beautiful women broadcast? "

Huo Yao waved his hand. "No. There are a lot of online posts about her. If you search for 'four green tea bitches with cruise stars.' She is at the top of the list."

"Seriously, she's great at dancing." Lin Yixuan touched his chin. It was like an aftertaste. "All the pure and lively songs as Yes or No were danced by her. My heart is starting to pounding."

To talk about it, he hummed and twisted his tune. One hand on the waist and shook his index finger with one hand. "Ou ba ou ba no no-no. Ou ba ou ba ka qima." Freeze the action. He winked at the other three: "The key is her eyes. The bones are almost crispy."

Huoyao covered his aching stomach with a smile, nodded frequently: "I think she can dance better than the original version of Miya."

Lin Yixuan cried out exaggeratively: "Hey. You can't talk nonsense. Be careful to hit by Xiangkong."

Lu Feng seemed to have been poked into a joke, followed by a wild smile: "That's right. I forget Ji XIangkong still chased the stars. Haha. What women's regiment in Korea. Fire. Firework! "

"What are you laughing at? Don't look at him like that. The emptiness of our house is still very pure." Lin Yixuan knelt on the bed on his knees. The ceiling looked like a treasure offering. One's eyes flashed like lightning, believer-like piety: "Ounis, this is my wallet. Please accept it with a smile! "

Lu Feng and Huo Yao almost hugged each other with a smile. Ji Xiangkong fell on the side of Lin Yixuan. Put his hands behind his head and replied lazily, "Yes. I have to knock my head three times a day in the morning, in the middle of the night."

Lin Yixuan heard the sound and would kowtow on his dog's legs. He stepped on the forehead by Ji Xiangkong and kicked out of bed.

Ji Xiangkong put on headphones and get ready for bed. His teammates dragged him up to play poker, played all night in a dozen. He was trying to get some sleep, and suddenly Lin Yixuan grabbed his collar, shook his head like a rattle.

"Look! Qiu Ying is live! "

Huo Yao and Lu Feng leaned together to the computer.

"Starfish, sailboats, cruise ships. What is it? "

"The gift of the live platform. It represents 50 yuan, 100 yuan, and 500 yuan, respectively. "

"What do you mean? Pay 500 yuan to watch her dance? "Lu Feng shaved his cheek with his index finger sheepishly. "How does it feel like some bad industry?"

"Go, go, go. What are you thinking? That was for the anchorman to see the enthusiasm of the fans!" Lin Yixuan was in high spirits. "Look. I have brushed the cruise ship up. Can we have support, too?"

"Good. I'd like to see her dance Firework too. "Huo Yao was eager to try. "Spend a little more money. Can you ask her to change her suit? "

Lin Yixuan patted him on the head: "What do you think?"

The trio was having a good time, suddenly felt chilly behind their back. Ji Xiangkong was out of bed. Step by step, towards them. It was dark in the room, and his backlit face could not see the expression. The potato chips in Lin Yixuan's mouth fell out. The low pressure around he shocked his teeth. The other two trembled with it, let him reach out and turn off the computer screen.

They saw Ji Xiangkong turn back without saying a word. Lin Yixuan hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm: "So, do you like her?"

Ji Xiangkong turned around. The palm of his hand gently clasped Lin Yixuan's wrist. The peach blossoms smiled with a curving smile. The radians of the corners of the mouth were expanding, like a movie played in slow motion.

Word by word, he replied, "What do you think?"

Lin Yixuan blinked. Before he opened my mouth, he found out that his bones crackled. The pig-like roar reverberated in the room for a long time: "Ouch. It hurts!"

Ji Xiangkong sat back to bed, put his elbows on his knees. He bowed his head and played with the card in his hand, from left to right. The long bangs fell, covered his eyes slightly.

He had always hated such women who attract butterflies under the guise of a game. He heard a little about Qiu Ying's reputation on the Internet. He had seen a lot of flattery. But as she wrote it bluntly on her face. It should be said that her acting was grandiose, or is her IQ arrears?

He already gave her a break tonight and wanted to stop there. She dared to provoke him. In the hollow of Ji Xiangkong, the idea of promoting appeared suddenly. You might as well play with her, make her suffer a bit.

It took a while until he took out his cell phone, then sent a text message according to the number on the card.

"You left your stuff in my car."

In the trash can near his feet, a lipstick was covered with waste paper and snack bags, exposed the golden lid.