Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Delivery to your door
If Chi Shen came to his live broadcast room in the past, he would print out the screenshots and put them on paper for display.
Now...
now he dared not speak, turned off the microphone and played games in silence.
[??? Weren't you very wild before? You didn't dare to speak even when Chi Shen came? ??? ]
[Where is your South language! ]
[Oh, Chi Shen finally came, why did he become silent after a few bubbles! ! ! ]
[Open the microphone, open the microphone, open the microphone! ]
[South, don't let me look down on you! ]
He took a deep breath and turned on the microphone again.
It wasn't that he was provoked by the bullet screen, but it was too strange for the anchor not to turn on the microphone. Besides, Chi Yu didn't react to his welcome, so he probably didn't recognize it as his own voice.
He ended the battle neatly and explained without blushing or beating his heart: "Just now there was a problem with the microphone,
but it's fine now." [You scared me to death! I thought something happened to you]
[I told you, how could South not speak when he saw Chi Shen]
[When will you change to a better microphone? This headset always sprays the microphone]
Ning Nanzhou's heart skipped a beat when he saw the discussion on the microphone, but he calmed down and changed the topic: "We have played games for a long time today. Is there anything you want to see?"
Although he was talking to everyone, his eyes were on Chi Yu in the VIP seat.
[??? Son, has your personality changed today? You actually asked your father's opinion]
[Don't you know what we want to see? ]
[Women's clothing, women's clothing!!! Ning
Nanzhou ruthlessly blocked the person who posted about cross-dressing, stood up and opened Bilibili.
"I haven't watched Bilibili for a long time. I'll search for the most popular video of Jianglin and show it to everyone." He typed and searched quickly.
The video popped up soon.
In fact, he knew which video was the most popular video of Jianglin without even looking at it, because he watched it every day.
"Hey, it's the final video of S12." He clicked on the video skillfully, "The finals is FKW against LM from South Korea. This is the first time that China has won the world championship in five years."
"It's also the second championship for player Chi Yu in five years."
[The key point is the last sentence! ]
[I bet he must have thought of some rainbow farts during the five minutes he was silent! ]
[I feel so jealous when I hear my son praising me like that, he has never praised me like that before]
He is so familiar with this video, so familiar that he knows what happened without even looking at the screen.
The young man with silver hair closed his eyes and explained in a very objective tone: "LM set up an ambush at level one, but player Chi Yu predicted LM's operation and counterattacked in the bushes. Congratulations to player Chi Yu for getting the first kill in the finals."
[Although you are good at bragging, your mother has to interrupt you. This is not what you said when you were commenting on the game]
[You said that Chi Shen was very strong in the game, and he should be good under the bed]
[Earlier you forgot about Long Da's golden orange! ]
Ning Nanzhou silenced him without hesitation, and his hands landed on the keyboard so fast that you could see the afterimage.
"LM's jungler was about to gank, but Chi Yu wouldn't give him the chance, blocking LM's rear and completing a beautiful one-on-two!"
[??? Rebellious son, are you banning me again?]
[Even if I'm banned, I still have to say that you said that Chi Shen must be very good at doggy style!]
[And it feels like Chi Shen fucked me]
Ning Nanzhou didn't respond to the barrage, and stared at the ID in the VIP seat without blinking: "Congratulations to Chi Yu for winning the MVP of the first game, and opening your own step to godhood."
The earphones were filled with the cheers of the audience that year, and the wind blew his silver-white hair.
He always remembered the moment when he won the S12 championship. FKW had lost the world championship for five consecutive years, and once even failed to enter the playoffs.
Countless insults fell on Chi Yu, the captain. Chi Yu could have gone to other teams, but he carried the team gently and silently, and helped this old team, which was obviously declining, to become a giant.
The golden rain that Chi Yu had crossed his eyes in the past finally fell on Chi Yu this time.
When the video was played to the end, he spoke word by word: "Player Chi Yu is the best player."
Whether it was Chi Yu who won three championships or Chi Yu who lost in S9.
Maybe he banned too many people, and the lively live broadcast room became empty, so Chi Yu's message could be clearly seen.
[Thank you]
The moment I saw the message, the wind around me seemed to stop, and my heart beat violently under my chest.
In the FKW training room, Song Mingjie casually glanced at Chi Yu's screen: "Whose live broadcast are you watching?"
"A small anchor." Chi Yu looked at the name of the live broadcast room, "Winning 100 games in a row with a magician."
"Magician???!"
Song Mingjie was shocked.
Although there are many live broadcasters who are good at certain heroes and play them better than professional players, the difficulty of new heroes is obvious to all. Is it a human to win 100 games in a row? Is
it a coincidence again? It's the small anchor I saw last time.
"I'll let Zhao Li contact him tomorrow to see if he is willing to come to the youth training."
Although they are short of people in the top lane, Song Mingjie has no intention of letting the other party start.
Being good at the game and being able to play professionally are two different things. To put it simply, professional players need a hero pool. Some anchors can only play one or two heroes. No matter how well they play, it is useless. As soon as they enter the game, they will be targeted.
Song Mingjie put this matter aside: "By the way, the results of the Star TV event are out. When are you free to connect to the microphone?"
"The rules were changed in the middle." Chi Yu was unmoved.
Song Mingjie heard that the rules were changed in the middle of the event. Originally, winning 100 games in a row with the magician would win. It turned out that the little anchor just played the magician for this event.
He racked his brains and tried to persuade him: "The person in charge said that he was compensated, and connecting via mic can reduce the team's live broadcast time. Isn't it the same who connects?"
Chi Yu did not directly answer Song Mingjie's question, but started a ranking game calmly.
"Do you know how long it takes to win 100 games in a row?"
Song Mingjie was stunned when he heard this.
Even if he didn't lose every game, a game lasted 30 minutes, which would take 50 hours, and it would take more than two days without eating or drinking.
The young man in front of him entered the game and easily defeated the enemy's jungle: "I don't have the habit of bullying children."
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The magic season event came to an end, and Chu Yuan, who ranked first in the number of magic potions, received a reward of 8,000 yuan.
But what he cared about was not the 8,000 yuan, but the live broadcast with Chi Yu.
Chu Yuan called the person in charge and asked, "Brother Wang, didn't you say last time that the first place winner could have a live chat with Chi Yu? When do you think it would be convenient?"
"It's not that it's inconvenient for us." The person in charge also had a helpless tone, "Captain Chi is not happy about it. Let's see if there will be a chance in the future."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Yuan lowered his head. He didn't understand why Chi Yu was unwilling to have a live chat with him. Obviously, he was willing to go to the live broadcast room of someone like South.
Ning Nanzhou didn't understand Chu Yuan's thoughts, nor was he interested in understanding them.
He rubbed his wrists, which were red from playing games for too long, and looked at the package that had just arrived on the table.
The gift he bought has arrived,
but how should he send it? Although he and Chi Yu are married, they don't chat much on weekdays. In essence, they are still strangers (one-sided!). Making an appointment to meet... is it abrupt?
The white-haired boy clicked on the pinned avatar and organized his words in the input box.
He typed "Is it convenient to know your home address? I want to send you a gift" and deleted it. He typed again "Thank you for the gift last time. I also prepared a gift for you. What is your home address?" and deleted it.
He typed and deleted again.
He scratched his hair, and he didn't know why he always felt dissatisfied.
Soon he didn't have to worry about it, because he accidentally pressed the voice call button in the process of typing and deleting.
His mind went blank for a second, and just when he was about to hang up the phone, the voice call was connected... connected!
Chi