[I've already played a round, and the outcome wasn't very good. I'm waiting for Sister Qiao to do something.]

[Sister Qiao, don't forget to put your diary under your pillow.]

Qiao Yan frowned as she adjusted the live broadcast settings. She turned off a bunch of fancy things before she was satisfied.

Then she awkwardly turned on the barrage, and as the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room continued to increase and the barrage was refreshed faster and faster, she spoke the first sentence of the night.

"Good evening."

Good evening, husband.

Good evening, my wife.

Good evening, sister.

Good evening, sir.

The comments were all uniform, with all kinds of names being used. Qiao Yan was no longer surprised. The comment section of her account was now full of these various names. If she hadn't closed private messages, there would probably be some even more exaggerated ones.

"Get ready and start." She didn't say much. After all, she didn't do live streaming, so she didn't know what to say.

Qiao Yan finally debugged the device connection and then logged into the game.

As she logged into the game, the screen in the live broadcast room changed to the default first-person perspective, and the barrage teachers began to manually adjust it to their favorite viewing perspective.

As soon as Qiao Yan entered the game, she regained her normal feeling and immediately put the live broadcast behind her.

As usual, she petted the cat first, then took out the diary and put it under her pillow.

After doing all this, the man lay down.

The surroundings fell into silence, and Qiao Yan noticed that entering the dungeon this time was a little different from usual.

The temperature around her seemed to drop and she felt her skin getting cold.

Then a pair of hands seemed to come from behind her, and the cold fingers gently touched her cheek, but there was no further movement, just gently tapping her closed eyelids.

Qiao Yan's eyes rolled, but she couldn't open them. She could only try hard to ignore the cold feeling on her eyelids.

But where did the hand come from behind her? Wasn't she lying on the bed?

As if finding it amusing that she couldn't open her eyes, Qiao Yan heard a soft laugh, and then a faint voice said to her, "You are the one who got my diary?"

The fingers slid down from the eyes, across Qiao Yan's cheek, and then gently left.

Then, a breath of cool air was blown gently into Qiao Yan's ears. "Open your eyes, I will give you what you want."

Qiao Yan shuddered and opened her eyes, only then did she see the familiar world. It was pitch black all around her. She turned around, but there was nothing behind her.

Licking his lower lip, Qiao Yan raised his hand and selected the copy - "Home".

[So nervous, so nervous.]

[The person who just spoke was Lindy, right? ]

[What she said was so alluring. I will give you what you want.]

[I want the Nightmare game production team to update a dungeon every day starting tomorrow! ]

[All production team members: ???]

[The barrage teacher is simply the living devil. ]

[Capitalists will have nightmares after hearing this.]

Qiao Yan came back to her senses on the rattan sofa. Her eyes were dull for a moment, and then she slowly stood up.

"Hmm?" She looked around curiously, and vaguely heard a series of ringing sounds coming from behind her.

Qiao Yan turned around and picked up the phone that had fallen on the sofa. The caller ID on it showed "Team Leader".

She swiped the green answer button and said in a somewhat dry voice, "Hello?"

"Ziyi, are you busy now?" The team leader's voice was obviously that of a man in his thirties, and he did not forget to clear his throat before speaking.

"It's OK." Qiao Yan said, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, that's right." The team leader cleared his throat again. Qiao Yan frowned and held the phone a little further away, feeling that it was dirty.

"I'll send you a document and another file. Please work hard today to process the images in the file and then insert them into the document."

“…” Qiao Yan didn’t know how to reply to him for a moment.

But the team leader on the other end obviously didn't consider whether she would refuse, and immediately concluded: "Okay, that's it. Send it to me before midnight, and I'm hanging up."

The phone was hung up. Qiao Yan scratched her hair in annoyance. She didn't know why she suddenly had an extra job.

But now it is obviously impossible not to do it, after all, it concerns my job.

She walked into the room with her cell phone. The living room was covered with green wallpaper, which looked very fresh. There was a transparent glass vase on the coffee table, but there was nothing in it for the time being.

A bedroom, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom are all gathered in this not-so-big room. Because it is kept very clean, it does not seem crowded.

Qiao Yan walked into the room. This was her room, even though she was a little unfamiliar with it. But in the end, she just blamed it on the fact that she might have been dazed on the sofa before.

A heavy laptop was placed on a small wooden table, paired with a small, mismatched green leather chair.

She sat down in the chair, opened her laptop, and immediately heard the roar of heat dissipation.

The email from the team leader popped up in the lower right corner. She quickly received it and downloaded it to her desktop.

[Why does this dungeon start with people working? I'm going to break it.]

[This team leader is so annoying! ]

[The anchor really started working? ]

[Poor workers.]

Qiao Yan roughly arranged the pictures into the required size according to the requirements in the email, then opened the document and prepared to start inserting the pictures.

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