noveltune Chapter 12 What did you say
Chapter 12 What did you say
Half a month after the live broadcast was so peaceful, an event brought Qufu back to everyone's sight.
Dew love.
Introduce a new type of gift: water drops, one water drop is worth [-] RMB, and sending [-] at a time will trigger the fountain.Publish the announcement on the whole network, you can click on the link to enter the live broadcast room to draw a lottery, there is a chance to draw water drops or candies, and free gifts for cake live broadcast.
On the first day of the launch of the event, Qufu was no surprise on the list. Everyone who participated in the cake live broadcast was frantically screened by Qufu’s live broadcast room. It took less than three seconds to close the live broadcast room after clicking on the lucky draw interface. The next lucky draw The link is still his, causing many people to come and go in and out of his live broadcast room, repeating the cycle.
[excuse me. ]
[I met this anchor countless times tonight, so I won't leave. ]
The gifts in the Qufu live broadcast room have always been ferocious, and many people gave him gifts with great interest after the new event, which led to the continuous lottery interface in the Qufu live broadcast room for one night.
Among them, Mr. Wei was the one with the highest brushing frequency.
In the past half a month, Mr. Wei has been happily coming to his live broadcast room to buy gifts for him, and the relationship between the two has become a lot familiar from the initial stranger.
Occasionally, Wei would take some food for him. Judging from the photos, the other party was from a good family, but in front of the sumptuous dishes, there was a pair of bowls and chopsticks, looking lonely.
Qufu asked: [You eat alone? ]
Mr. Wei: [Yes. ]
Then Qufu lifted the lid of the takeaway that had just arrived, took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to the other party.
Qufu: [image]
Qufu: [I have lunch. ]
Mr. Wei: [Very good. ]
In front of Mr. Wei, there are delicacies from mountains and seas, and he didn't feel any burden when he ate the simple takeaway, so he replied:
[Well, I think so too. ]
I don't know if Mr. Wei was frightened by his shamelessness, and he didn't say anything after that, and another picture was sent over at dinner time.
Qufu retaliated.
The way the two get along is so strangely started by exchanging food. Qufu occasionally goes out to eat skewers and eat hot pot after eating takeaway, and the photos taken by Mr. Wei are always in the same background. Although the dishes change every day, It is easy to get tired of watching for a long time.
Until one time Qufu couldn't help but ask him:
[You don't even go out? ]
Mr. Wei: [Not coming out. ]
Qufu: [Why, the food at home is so delicious, I can’t bear it? ]
Mr. Wei: [No. ]
Qufu: [Young people, you still need to go out and see the outside world more often. ]
The more he got in touch with Mr. Wei, the more Qu Fu felt that there were many things about Mr. Wei that he couldn't see through. He was rich, stayed at home, didn't talk, and squatted live every day.
But they have a good personality when getting along, don't talk nonsense, and don't have so many troubles.
That is, I protect myself too well, like a crab, carefully revealing my own world little by little.
"Thank you Mr. Wei for the gift." Qu Fu said while opening the chat box with Mr. Wei.
Qufu: [Didn't you say you have no money? ]
Mr. Wei: [There is another one this month. ]
Invisible display of wealth is the most deadly.
This topic was quickly brought up. Neither of them was the type to quarrel over a certain issue. He clicked on the game and had a double row with his wild teammates.
The ID of the wild volleyball teammate is very arrogant, called: nixidie.
"You want your father?" Qu Fu read out his name and said with emotion, "This teammate has a lot of background."
As soon as the teammate opened the mic, Qufu understood the reason why the opponent chose that name.
The voice was hoarse and vague, with a vivid male duck voice, and it sounded like it was still in the period of voice change.
"Brother, are you an adult?" Qu Fu asked.
"You're only fucking %#&%￥...years."
After the next few words, Qufu frankly said: "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
nixidie: "I have a cold, not a minor."
Qu Fu expressed understanding: "Okay, brother, you should talk less and protect your voice."
In the next game, Qufu was extremely difficult. The teammates couldn't hear clearly, and the background sound of the microphone over there was still very noisy.
Fortunately, the team's skills passed the test, the two survived from the mansion, and the kills of their teammates were not much less than him.
"S... 40, there is one, #%$?" the teammate asked.
"What?" Qufu asked.
"SE, 140, Peak."
A small sesame seed figure on the top of the mountain in the distance hides behind the rocks, Qufu takes aim at him with an [-]x magnifier, and the silencer sks fires a shot, giving up and saying, "It's too far away, I can't hit him."
After another situation where his teammates could not hear clearly, Qufu suggested: "Why don't you stop talking?"
It's better than being a dumb teammate.
After being disliked by Qufu, his teammates resolutely ignored him, and started playing on their own, insisting on playing double row as if they were single row, except that he couldn't kill his teammates.
"Still angry." Qufu said to the live broadcast room.
[Teammate: Obviously you didn't let me speak. ]
[Teammate: Hold grudges. ]
The land area of the desert map is much larger than that of the old map, and the vehicle during drug running is the key. Even if the teammate did not say a word to him afterwards, Qufu still drove to pick up his teammate.
"gone."
The teammate jumps into the car and sits in the 3rd position. In a double-row situation, it is safer to sit in the [-]rd position behind the driver in a four-seater car than other positions, because the people in front can help block bullets.
During the drug run, they were indeed beaten. Qufu continued to drive unhurriedly, parked the car behind a certain slope, and got out of the car to see who dared to beat them.
A car was driving towards him, a modified jeep with obvious intentions to run him over to death.
Qufu raised his rifle, let the vehicle keep approaching him, pointed at the people above through the window, and fired three bursts, directly sweeping the driver's seat down.
When driving a jeep on a hillside, the speed will involuntarily slow down. This deceleration is undoubtedly fatal to the people in the car. They thought they could rely on the defense of the body to resist Qufu's attack and crush him to death.
However, the closer it is, the more opportunities there are for Qufu.
The survivors in the opposite car jumped out of the car and confronted Qufu with their guns. Qufu then ran away to avoid the car that continued to drive forward under the inertia. , Accurately point on the head of the person opposite.
A team is wiped out.
"What are these two people doing here? Are you delivering a courier?" Qu Fu wondered.
The two men who were wiped out by Qufu had a lot of medicine and bullets, which fully explained what is called a supply soldier.
Not only did they lick their boxes, Qufu even took possession of the car, not only for the next entry into the circle, but also for the use of the car as a cover in the decisive circle.
"There's someone on the back slope." Just as they were dealing with the driving team, two people came up from behind and even touched their faces.
Qufu and his teammates shot at almost the same time, and after knocking down one, the other fell to the ground.
"The responsiveness is good." Qufu boasted.
When the chicken was eaten at the end, the teammate who had been silent for a long time asked, "How many did you kill?"
"Thirteen."
"One more match?"
It seemed that the other party killed less people than him, Qu Fu asked, "Are you using the mic?"
"Fuck, don't open."
Qufu said there was no problem.
As long as you don't turn on the mic, everything is fine.