mousepad-d2 Chapter 2 I caught you
Chapter 2 I caught you
The next day, a video titled "How Brother Qu Taught Quality Teammates to Be a Man" was posted on the homepage with lightning speed, and the content was about the four-row screen recording in Qufu last night.
Qufu happened to brush it while eating and watching the video, and almost choked on it.
The video was released for 10 hours, with 6.7 hits and [-] favorites. Qufu wondered, are these people crazy?
Not only that, even the Qufu live broadcast room has gained [-] followers. During the live broadcast, many new fans were still asking him if he would be in the row with No. [-] today.
Qu Fu bit open a bag of biscuits, the sound of plastic mixed with his answer: "Let's go with fate."
Unfortunately, until the end of the live broadcast, Qufu did not meet No. [-].
Such a result, in the eyes of Qufu, is perfectly normal. If there are so many people who play chicken, if they can still match, then it will be hell.
Unexpectedly, three days later, a local tyrant named ABC parachuted into the Qufu live broadcast room. He bought ten seafood platters as soon as he made a move, and the gift information occupied the top of all live broadcast rooms for 1 minute.
The seafood platter is the most expensive gift in the cake live broadcast, one cost 1314 RMB, but ABC bought ten of them at once, so it was difficult for Qufu to notice him.
The audience in the live broadcast room reacted first:
[This name looks familiar, isn't it the number four of that day? ]
[The local tyrant is here to repay Brother Qu's kindness? ]
Qufu was stunned for a moment, and only remembered the identity of the local tyrant after being reminded by the bullet screen, and thanked him: "Thank you for the ten seafood platters from ABC..."
While Qufu was speaking, ABC asked: [Can I double row with you? ]
Qufu's mouse stayed on the interface where ABC was set as housing management, and then he pressed the confirmation button, and replied without any qualms: "Okay."
The frequency of bringing water friends in Qufu is rare, but there is nothing in this world that money cannot do.Qufu private messaged his own QQ account, and after the two added it, he typed and asked: [Is there yy? ]
ABC: [I... can't speak. ]
Qufu looked at the time, 11:30: [It's quite late, it's okay, let's play the game. ]
It was too cold before No. 1000. When people were pulled into the team, Qufu realized that the clothes on No. [-] were not cheap. Just a little white dress cost more than [-]. A local tyrant is a local tyrant, and he can even eat chicken The Jedi is warm.
After entering the game, Qu Fu crouched on the top of the plane as usual, Number Four jumped onto the plane clumsily, jumped up several times before jumping up, and silently ran behind Qu Fu.
Qufu admired this kind of behavior and asked: "You also like to look at the scenery, how about moving a place for you?"
A reply from No. [-] popped up on the phone: [No need. ]
The local tyrant couldn't speak, so Qu Fu pursed his lower lip and stood the phone next to the computer so that he could receive messages from the other party in time.
Qufu clicked on the map and asked, "Mr. Wei, where are we going?"
ABC: [I dance with you. ]
"This route, let's go to a bungalow." Qufu decisively chose a small wild area at the end of the route to prevent his teammates from falling into boxes.
"There is no jumper here, Mr. Wei, you can search at ease." Qufu left the three floors to him, and went to search other houses by himself.
Until Qufu finished touching all the houses in the bungalow, Mr. Wei was still slowly searching for the three-story building.
"Mr. Wei, have you finished the search? After the search, we should go. The circle is not here." Qu Fu ran towards the car he saw before. It was a tin jeep. When he drove back to the bungalow, his teammates just jumped from the upstairs Down.
When entering the circle, he searched a lot of housing areas along the way, but because Mr. Wei searched things very slowly, most of the treasures were on Qufu. Before he knew it, there were only 45 people left, and Qufu didn't kill anyone.
There was gunfire in the distance. Qufu climbed to the top of the building and saw the people on the hillside. He pressed the gun with a quadruple mirror and successfully eliminated the first team.
"It's dead, Mr. Wei, are you going to lick the bag? I'll help you." Responding to him was the figure of Mr. Wei running towards the hillside.
Until Mr. Wei stopped on the hillside, and then turned around randomly, Qu Fu realized that he might not be able to find the box, and commanded: "Left left, under the tree in front of you."
After licking this bag for a full minute, no one beat him.
The two entered the decisive battle circle all the way. At this moment, there are three people left. Apart from them, there is only one lone wolf. Qufu asked Mr. Wei to lie down in the grass, while he frantically threw mines at the opposite side. Seven mines were enough to create Create a manual bombing zone.
A gunshot, the game is over, Qufu Nine kills eat chickens, Wei Zong zero kills lying chickens.
[ABC presents a seafood platter x666 in the 10 live broadcast room]
The rich and powerful Mr. Wei waved his hand, and another burst of gifts swiped the screen.
"Thank you, Mr. Wei for the ten seafood platters. You are so wise, Mr. Wei." Qu Fu joked.
ABC: [It's okay. ]
ABC: [Why do you call me Mr. Wei? ]
Qu Fu showed an unclear smile: "I still know ABC, sanitary napkins, is that the reason, Mr. Wei?"
[Fucking Mr. Wei. ]
[Brother Qu, I’m afraid you’re not a genius. ]
It took a full minute for Mr. Wei's message to come back.
ABC: [… oh. ]
Qufu: [Are you angry? ]
ABC: [No. ]
Qu Fu felt relieved, chuckled and asked, "Are you still waiting, Mr. Wei?"
Mr. Wei: [Row. ]
This night, Qufu played a total of three rounds with Mr. Wei. After each round, whether he ate chicken or not, Mr. Wei would give Qufu ten seafood platters after the game.
When the time was approaching, Qufu simply ended today's live broadcast after persuasion to no avail, and opened the chat interface to have a private chat with Mr. Wei.
Qufu: [It’s enough for you to watch my live broadcast, you don’t need to collect gifts every game. ]
Mr. Wei: [It's okay. ]
Qufu: [You are like this, I am under a lot of pressure. ]
Mr. Wei: [Sorry. ]
Qu Fu stared straight, are all local tyrants so dumb now?There is a sense of stupidity in the simplicity, which makes it difficult for him to even bully.
Qufu: [No, I mean, just watch a live broadcast, there is no need to spend so much money. ]
Mr. Wei: [It's okay. ]
This was the first time he saw someone forcefully stuffing money into him, and Qu Fu couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Qufu: [What do you want? ]
Mr. Wei: [I feel at ease playing games with you, can we still play double row in the future? ]
Qufu: [You can’t play well during the live broadcast, I can take you privately, how about it? ]
Mr. Wei: [OK. ]
For some reason, local tyrants always gave him a very obedient feeling. It would be great if all rich people were so peaceful.
Qufu forked out the chat box, turned off the computer, picked up the water glass at hand and drank it down.
Under the light, the drooping eyelashes were thick and slender, the knuckle fingers rested on the glass wall, the corners of the mouth curled up, and he suddenly laughed.
Qufu remembered a sentence said on the Internet.
As long as you have money, our story will never end.
Qufu is a full-time anchor, and the live broadcast time is from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm. On weekends, he rests in the afternoon and only broadcasts in the evening.Today happened to be Saturday, so Qufu asked Shang Wei to come to the double row in the afternoon.
President Wei replied quickly, as if he was in front of the computer all the time.
However, Mr. Wei still said that he could not speak.Anyone who has played Chicken Eater knows that the most important thing in this game is to communicate with teammates in time to find out where there are enemies and what supplies are available. The best way is to give feedback immediately through voice.
Can't talk, what's the difference between that and solo queue.
Fortunately, Qufu doesn't care about this. He can play well in four-row solo, but he just brings a dumb teammate, which doesn't affect his performance.
But soon, Qufu found a biggest problem.
Qufu: "Mr. Wei, don't follow me all the time, go search the house next door."
Mr. Wei habitually followed Qufu, entering the same house and hiding in the same bunker, which to him was tantamount to exposing his whereabouts to the enemy.
During the decisive battle, the two entered a small toilet at the same time, but when Qu Fu wanted to go out, he was stuck tightly by Mr. Wei, unable to move, until he took the initiative to take two steps back before getting out smoothly.
"Hide inside, don't come out." Qufu changed to a haystack and squatted down. This is a crop circle. The decisive battle circle is painted in the position of the wheat field, and there is no shelter except for a few haystacks.
When encountering crop circles, everyone generally chooses to be Voldemort, because once it is too obvious to stand up, gunfire from all directions will be directed at you.Qufu was lucky, the circle brush was on his side, and there was still a corner of the toilet in the safe area. At this time, the number of survivors was five, and Qufu also lay down behind the haystack and waited patiently for the circle brush.
Gunshots sounded close at hand, and the upper right corner of the screen prompted to knock down one and kill one. Qufu changed his perspective and found a person sneaking up to the back of the toilet. He got up and opened the mirror to sweep the person down. The game was over.
Mr. Wei: [You are amazing! ]
Qufu: [This wave is well circled. ]
Just after entering the game in the next game, Qu Fu cleared his throat and turned on the microphone: "Mr. Wei, let me explain this game to you..."
After a whole afternoon of running-in, Qufu finally taught Mr. Wei, who was always with him, to search the house separately to speed up the search. The two of them had better hide in different bunkers to prevent exposure. When licking the bag, remember to move to prevent headshots. These are simple and popular reason.
Mr. Wei is what Qufu says, and he will always answer well.At the end of the game, I successfully turned into Qufu's mobile four-level bag. The speed of picking up things and licking the bag became very fast. I handed in all the good things I picked up, and I was so obedient.
Apart from being unable to speak, Mr. Wei can be regarded as the most comfortable teammate he has met in Qufu.
The two queued up until dinner time, and after Qufu finished dinner and the broadcast started, Mr. Wei gave him 66 seafood platters as soon as he made a move.
[Fuck, Mr. Wei 66666]
[Could the local tyrant have a crush on Brother Qu, right? ]
Qu Fu couldn't help but reflect on it, and still brushing like this, what he taught in the afternoon was for nothing?
"Mr. Wei recently won the lottery?" Qu Fu asked, but there was no smile in his words, "If you continue to do this, be careful not to go bankrupt."
President Wei replied in the barrage:
ABC: [No, there is still a lot of money. ]
It was rare for Qufu to be choked, feeling that he was not worried about eating salty radishes, and the local tyrants were not in a hurry, but he was worried first as a small anchor.
Click on the game, and there is a solo row. Qufu jumped to the airport and took a charge to massacre crazily. There were less than [-] people jumping at the airport, and Qufu had as many as ten heads in his hand. , Turning the depression in my heart into a personal head.
A round of frenzied chicken eating completely calmed down Qufu.
As soon as the game was over, the phone on the table kept ringing. Qu Fu looked at the caller ID, and his mood that had just improved instantly dissipated. His face was gloomy, and he was enveloped in gloomy and manic emotions.
Qu Fu moved his fingers, turned the phone to silent and threw it on the bed, letting his stubborn incoming calls keep flickering, and the screen glowed faintly on the bed.