"Brother, do you know him?" Yu Qiuchi asked, looking at the constant stream of requests to join the team.

Mo Weiyun didn't explain further: "A former classmate."

"Oh." A former classmate? He knew most of Mo Weiyun's former close friends. Yu Qiuchi nodded thoughtfully.

Then they brought people in.

I instantly picked Xiao Qiao at the start!

"Bro, let me show you my Xiao Qiao, I can take on five opponents at once!" Yu Qiuchi declared confidently, then selected the coolest skin!

Mo Weiyun remembered Yu Qiuchi's record of 2 bars and 11 jin last time, and wisely shut her mouth, hoping not to cry to him later.

Feng Yuan was determined to provoke Mo Weiyun: "Wife, why are you playing Xiao Qiao?! Fine, I'll play Princess Yao Yao to protect my wife!"

Yu Qiuchi watched as Zhuge Liang's avatar changed to Yao. He glanced up at Mo Weiyun's unfriendly gaze and subtly blocked Feng Yuan with a flick of his finger.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Xiao Qiao faced off against Daji. Although she missed two minions, the enemy support and jungler were on the same lane. After clearing the wave, Daji was low on health. Yu Qiuchi's many tutorial videos weren't for nothing; she used Flash followed by a fan attack... successfully giving away first blood.

They effectively controlled Han Xin, who had come to them but had no chance to use his skills, and kept him in place.

Red side [36 matchup] (Han Xin): 6

Yu Qiuchi replied with a 6

Red Team [xxxxx] (Daji): So what if you have some money!

Blue Team [World Explodes] (Yao): Are you jealous of the rich?

[Um... I see a resemblance to myself.]

To be honest, even the enemy jungler was completely bewildered.

[The best Qiao Mei in the Chinese server!]

Next came Xiao Qiao's series of deaths. The enemy Han Xin and Da Ji were really sneaky; even before the first tower fell, they ran to the bushes near the second tower to ambush Yu Qiuchi.

Dying right after resurrecting, great, this is the typical scenario for most Xiao Qiao players when facing Lanling King! But the truly humiliating thing is that the opposing team doesn't have Lanling King!

To be honest, everyone in his family except him is very good at playing; he's the team's weak point right now.

The girl playing Mulan on the top lane is really badass, leading Li Yuanfang and Yao to spawn camp and dominate.

Fortunately, my teammates were awesome, and I won the game without even lifting a finger!

Yu Qiuchi looked at the results screen and sighed at the 3.7 rating. He felt that he should stop ruining his fans' lives, but he didn't want to admit that he was just bad at the game and was feeling discouraged.

Yu Qiuchi got up and stretched: "Forget it, I'm not playing anymore! Xiao Qiao is closed for business today."

He glanced at Mo Weiyun furtively and saw that he was indeed looking at the photo album. He quickly stuffed his brother's phone into his pocket and went to the dessert shop next door.

The dessert shop's decor wasn't particularly striking, and Yu Qiuchi found it rather ordinary. However, he was craving something like ice cream, as summer was almost over and he hadn't really had any cold drinks.

A summer without ice cream is incomplete.

I ordered two matcha sundaes, and then, to round it up to a whole number, I also ordered tiramisu and red velvet, paying the full 400 yuan.

[I was saying the other day that anyone who orders this matcha sundae is getting ripped off. Seventy-nine yuan a serving, no different from those seven or eight yuan sundaes at milk tea shops.]

[You mean "taken advantage of"? Four hundred? If my mom finds out, she'll twist my head off.]

[This place is expensive for a reason; at least it's clean and hygienic!]

[Why isn't the material used very honestly?]

[……]

After leaving the store, Yu Qiuchi hesitated. He was afraid that his brother, now his boyfriend, would be even more controlling, and he was afraid of being scolded or beaten.

Therefore, our Mr. Chi condescended to squat at the entrance of the dessert shop and eat Santa Claus.

"Here, have some with me!" Yu Qiuchi handed one to the photographer.

The photographer wasn't shy at all; he took the camera and squatted down with Yu Qiuchi.

Why didn't these two eat at the restaurant?

[My wife must have her reasons for doing this!]

[Add one, trusting your wife is the right thing to do!]

[Eternal glory to the pool gate!]

Fortunately, the crowd here wasn't too large, but Chi Ye had already lost face in front of his fans.

After quickly finishing, Yu Qiuchi stood up and casually tossed the trash into the bin. Just as he was about to take a step, he seemed to remember something and returned to the trash can.

This company is really something, they even stitched the receipt onto the packaging bag, which put Yu Qiuchi in a difficult position. In the end, he decided to destroy the evidence, and the exquisite packaging bag was torn with a small hole.

The photographer next to him suddenly spoke up: "Brother Chi, why don't you eat in the restaurant?"

For a moment, he was only thinking about how to cover it up in front of his brother and forgot everything. But even Master Chi has his pride; he only stole a sundae! What law did he break?

Although Master Chi was internally going crazy, he remained calm on the surface. He waved to the cameraman, making it look like he was about to tell him a secret!

"Um... what's the theme of our photoshoot this time?"

The photographer was confused, but still answered, "Campus."

"Yes, the campus. What is the core of the campus?"

"Endless tests, endless classes, and the agonizing morning exercises!" The photographer deeply resented that period of his school life.

[This is so real! The wrong answers on my high school exams, the teachers' criticisms, the parents' scoldings—it's nothing like the unbridled scenes in novels.]

[I feel so sorry for my high school English teacher. He was an old man, the kind with a very good temper, but I ended up with 148 in Chinese, 136 in Math, and 16 in English on the college entrance exam. He was so angry he grabbed a ruler and threatened to hit me!]

Yu Qiuchi looked at him with a hopeless expression: "You must have failed your high school Chinese composition!"

The photographer nodded, looking bewildered, and innocently asked, "Why?"

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