The camera was almost right in front of Panshu's face.
All that could be seen on the big screen was the girl’s stunning face.
Everyone took one look and forgot to breathe.
The host was on stage cueing the process. Seeing that everyone's attention was on Pan Shu, and then received a temporary notice from the planning team, the host wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and laughed:
"Qiao Qiao seems to be completely different from what everyone imagined!"
Pan Shu curled her lips politely.
There was no smile in his eyes.
Hearing the host's teasing, everyone laughed good-naturedly, except Lin Chu, whose expression became increasingly unsightly.
She gritted her teeth secretly, "You didn't tell me that bitch Qiao Qiao looks so..."
She was unwilling to admit that Panshu was beautiful.
But the jealousy could not be concealed.
The Heartthrob's counterattack system was already in full swing, and he even wanted to forcibly unbind her, "Waste, you can no longer absorb any energy for me!"
The girl in the front lazily supports her chin with one hand, her slender and white hands are as delicate as white jade, her posture is elegant and relaxed, like a noble and beautiful white swan.
His eyes were half closed, although he looked indifferent.
But what makes people even more crazy about her beauty is her beauty.
Only a beauty like this is worthy of being its host!
Realizing the intention of the Heartthrob Counterattack System, Lin Chu finally panicked. She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't even think about abandoning me to bind that bitch! You can't leave until I get what I want—"
Her voice was harsh, shrill, and noisy.
Wen heard the girl's very soft, slightly impatient mutter, "...so noisy."
He was stunned. "What?"
Pan Shu suddenly smiled with a curved lip, seeming a little unpredictable. "Nothing."
The moment she smiled—
“Boom.”
“Knock, knock.”
Wen felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
Even when he won the FMVP of the King of Glory Global Division, he had never lost control like this.
He dropped his eyes.
His fingertips tapped the other wrist bone irritably.
The boy on the other side was even more irritated than him.
The phone's brightness was not high, making the pair of dark eyes appear even darker and more obscure.
He seemed to be busy on his phone.
But in reality, there is nothing.
From the moment she sat down, Panshu ignored him.
Even as an ordinary colleague at Mop.
This realization made him unhappy.
The venue was air-conditioned.
The air conditioner was making a bit of noise. Pan Shu leaned lazily on the cheap red chair behind her, and the hem of her pure white skirt slid a little on her smooth calves.
Cen Juan looked away in embarrassment, and in a panic, he unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle provided by the organizer and swallowed it in big gulps.
Drinking too fast.
The transparent water stains slid across the rolling Adam's apple and finally sank into the collarbone.
The black sweatshirt was stained with dark water marks.
The more you try to cover up, the more obvious it becomes.
Cen Juan felt that he was sick.
Otherwise he wouldn't be so easily influenced by the girl.
She just leaned back in the chair indifferently, without any suggestive gestures, and even ignored him, but everything... made his already impure thoughts even more, even more, shameful.
She is so frank.
She even looked at him nonchalantly, her red lips slightly raised, her clear eyes looking as charming as a ghost:
"Your face is very red."
Cen Juan knew.
He is guilty as a thief.
The knuckles twisting the bottle cap turned pale under the light. He closed his eyes and thought:
He may be in trouble.
He was defeated by this mortal enemy with whom he had a tit-for-tat argument.
At this point, even the description of "mortal enemy" carries an unspeakable ambiguous meaning.
Wen glanced at Cen Juan meaningfully.
The host pointed the camera at Pan Shu's direction and said jokingly while holding up the host's sign, "It seems that the relationship between Juanshen and our Qiao Qiao is not as bad as we imagined..."
Cen Juan did not refute.
Pan Shu smiled and curled her lower lip, "Not too good."
The young man's dark eyes fixed on the corner of Banshu's mouth which was filled with sarcasm, and he lazily made a "tsk" sound.
"Qiao Qiao is so busy catching up with God D that he has no time to care about my life or death."
"Why should I care whether you live or die?"
Pan Shu narrowed her eyes, and her voice was soft and delicate, but it gave off a sense of coldness.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, the host quickly turned the conversation to Wen Que, "Why did God D think of coming to our offline meeting? Since we're just catching up... are God D and Qiao Qiao close?"
"Um."
After a few seconds, Wen said, "I'm afraid she can't handle it."
The host was stunned.
The whole audience suddenly fell silent.
This is...really, too ambiguous.
[Ahhh, is God D secretly in love with Qiao Qiao??!]
【Knock first as a sign of respect! 】
【Eating everything will only help me achieve a balanced diet! 】
[Can you please straighten yourself up, God of Weary? Besides being terrible at gaming, what else can't you compare to God D—]
The barrage is divided into three factions.
One group is the CP fans of Ban Shu and Wen Que.
One group is the CP fans of Ban Shu and Cen Juan.
The last group shouted the slogan "Qiao Qiao is beautiful alone" and equally killed every CP fan in the live broadcast room.
"We have a livestream bonus for our fans..." the host said with a delighted smile. "Since D-God is here at our event, let's have D-God and Qiao Qiao do a livestream of their PUBG match, recreating that famous livestream scene..."
Cen Juan lazily raised his delicate chin and said in a casual voice:
"I want to come too."
“…”
Seeing the host's silence, the boy frowned and said, "No?"
“…Of course!”
Due to space and equipment limitations, it can only be operated on a mobile phone. In fact, it is easier to operate on a mobile phone screen than on a computer.
After everything is ready.
Wen Que said calmly, "Remember to fly diagonally."
Pan Shu said "hmm", aimed at the landing point, and moved the joystick towards the landing point after parachuting.
Wen has already occupied the high ground.
It is not difficult to see that he is preparing to take advantage of the terrain by attacking from a high position.
Just a few minutes into the game, Wen had already taken down several people.
[Hahahaha, this time, the Weary God didn't die right after landing? ]
The power of love is indeed great...
Why would Juanshen rush to be humiliated by his love rival? I don't think I'll understand this question even when I'm lying in my coffin.
Cen Juan lazily adjusted his perspective.
The fine black hair lazily brushed across the thick and seductive eyebrows.
He shot the enemy hiding in the corner with a hip shot, and ran behind Pan Shu pitifully, "Qiao Qiao..."
Pan Shu smiled and said "hmm", "What?"
The boy licked his dry lips and drooped his eyelashes softly.
Said in a sticky tone similar to coquettishness:
“…Protect me.”
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