Chapter 87 Extra
Let’s go, let’s go, brother.”
"Come on, what are you giving me if it's not my friend? Do you know how to play?"
A 55-5 game was going on on the phone screen. Not only did I not get the powerful dragon, I also gave away a kill.
Complaints from teammates came from the receiver.
Rong Yu couldn't stand this hot temper at all, so he opened the receiver and started cursing: "There are only three people on the other side fighting the dragon. If we go and grab it, we have a chance to turn the tables. What the hell are you thinking? You're still killing monsters?"
They are at a disadvantage, and this dragon is the key. If they are hit, they will be defeated in one wave. If they grab it, they may be able to turn the tables.
But one of the two teams was clearing the jungle and the other was fighting monsters, and he was the only one on the side who wanted to grab it, but he was quickly eliminated.
Our own support is not very good at playing either. Rong Yu is sure that he can reach the King rank by doing nothing. He must be a novice.
"Hey, why are you still going up there when everyone in the side lane is dead?" The jungler started again.
Rongyu was so angry that he didn't want to talk anymore.
It was already past midnight, and live streaming his games was his daily routine.
I basically sleep during the day and live broadcast at night, so my life schedule is reversed.
After the game, Rong Yu said hello to the fans on the opposite side and left.
I turned off my computer equipment and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling.
It has been more than a year since he came back, but he still can't adapt to his current life.
Unable to adapt to the habit of not having Ye Chenyin around.
Rongyu got up and went out to buy some midnight snack.
I walked to a fried noodle stall and asked, "One serving of fried noodles and one poached egg."
This is the midnight snack every day. The boss has remembered it and will deliberately close the stall a little later if he doesn’t see him coming.
Knowing he would come.
Rong Yu found a place to sit down and play with his phone. After a while, the proprietress fried the noodles and brought them to him.
Rong Yu said thank you, picked up the disposable chopsticks, broke it open and prepared to eat, but when he heard the sound coming from behind, he was stunned.
"I want fried noodles, no spicy."
Rong Yu turned his head quickly towards the source of the sound as if he had been hit.
He is a boy in his twenties, very tall and handsome, wearing a black suit that gives him an abstinent vibe.
But it wasn't that face.
Does it really sound that similar?
The man felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he walked up to Rong Yu and asked, "Do you know me?"
The sound is really similar.
Rong Yu came back to his senses and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, your voice is very similar to a friend of mine. I made a mistake."
The proprietress brought the fried noodles and placed them on the table.
The man said, "Can I do this?"
Rong Yu nodded: "Of course."
The two of them lowered their heads and began to eat their respective noodles. The medium spicy one that Rongyu ordered looked more appetizing, while the one who didn't want spicy looked lighter.
"This noodle tastes better with chili peppers." Rong Yu said.
The man looked at Rongyu with calm eyes, but one could feel that he had something to say.
"I don't eat chili peppers." said the man.
Rong Yu expressed her regret that such delicious noodles would lack flavor without chili peppers.
"Do you come here every day?" the man asked.
"Yes." Rong Yu said.
"This time every day?" the man asked.
"Yes, I sleep during the day and eat at night. That's the American way of life."
He also wants to do this, but his fans have to go to work or school during the day and have no time to watch the live broadcast, so only the live broadcast at night will be watched.
Although not many people watch it, the daily income is enough to support my life.
"What about you?" Rong Yu asked.
"Not sure, what's your name?" the man asked.
"Rongyu, what about you?"
"Ye Chenyin."
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