Netizens are crazy

"??? Fengshen? I am Fengshen, I am open for business"

"Fengshen, the first time you open for business, do you enter the newcomer live broadcast room?"

"Very good what? Better than Wang Nanfeng?"

"Fengshen is crazily swiping gifts, is it FYZ who wants to sign the anchor?"

"Dad, the gold master's father, I love you"

Because of the appearance of wind, the popularity of Zhong Yuan's live broadcast room skyrocketed, and the live broadcast room, which was supposed to be listed in the first ten pages, directly rushed to the homepage.

It's no wonder everyone is so excited. Fengshen played professionally for one year and led the middle and lower reaches of the FYZ team to sweep the championships of all competitions that year.

Although in the top global competition of League of Legends, because the mid laner at the time was too stretched, FYZ lost 2 to 3 to Kimchi, and only got the runner-up.

But people all over the country reveled in it, and even called that year the first year of the rise of e-sports in Huaguo.

At the height of the limelight, Wind retired and became the coach of FYZ.

No one knows why, countless fans went to Wind Weibo to curse, but did not receive any response.

FYZ was once again reduced to a make-up team from a dream team. I thought Wang Nanfeng could open up the situation, but Wang Nanfeng slipped away.

For so many years, Weibo has grown grass-like Wind. For the first time, an unnamed live broadcast room came to the business. After swiping gifts, he got a warning from the house management. He also defended the new anchor and said that he was no worse than Wang Nanfeng who stabbed FYZ in the back.

Zhong Yuan was also a little surprised by Wind's generosity, but he liked Wind's vision very much.

Zhong Yuan had just watched Wang Nanfeng's video, and there was something about it, but he didn't think that person could compare to him.

Zhong Yuan replied casually in the live broadcast room: "It seems that Fengshen really wants me."

The news from Fengshen came back very quickly.

"FYZ-Wind: Hmm."

Zhong Yuan knew they were talking about his wanting to join FYZ, but the netizens thought it was wrong

"What do you want? What do you want? Can this be said?"

"Honey, don't say that in public."

"No wonder Fengshen appeared, so he came to chase after his wife."

The style of painting in the live broadcast room went wrong all the way, and there was everything in the barrage. Fans always found some candy and knocked it out. In his previous life, Zhong Yuan and his four teammates all formed a CP with fans.

Some fans booed and asked Zhong Yuan to play a match with Wind. Zhong Yuan also asked with some anticipation: "Will Fengshen come to a solo?"

He sat in front of the computer screen and waited for Wind's reply.

Fans celebrated the New Year in the live broadcast room

"Fengshen fights with our wife"

"How about this, my wife loses and agrees to a request, we will make it"

"One for each person, when the time comes"

Zhong Yuan's fans didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and just to make a request, they started a carnival of giving Zhong Yuan gifts. It only took two minutes, and the cumulative number was tens of thousands. have to say that the power of the masses is really great.

Zhong Yuan didn't care what the request was, the main reason was to fight with the famous Fengshen

There are also people with malice

"You just hit it when you say it?"

"The little anchor is using our Fengshen for gold."

"It's good that Fengshen comes, I can still fight with you"

Then, Zhong Yuan saw

"FYZ-Wind: Good"

Zhong Yuan paused for a moment, this person is really good at slapping faces.

All the fans stood up excitedly, crazily swiping their requests on the big screen, Zhong Yuan casually flipped through a few

"I lost and called my father"

"Voice pop"

What's more, even Zhong Yuan, who is used to being wild, was a little blushing. He underestimated the strength of this year's netizen jokes.

Whether it is his own fan, Zhong Yuan still explained: "It's too much, forget it."

"Wrong, wrong, no more colors"

"It's all straight"

"It's okay to record a sentence for my husband, right?"

Enthusiastic fans made everyone's request into a video, and randomly took screenshots at that time.

Although the netizens were enthusiastic, they didn't play that day because Wind was busy and Zhong Yuan was hungry.

It was already dark, and there was nothing to eat at home. Anyway, the broadcast had already been broadcasted, so Zhong Yuan decided to go out for a walk.

Because he no longer needs to rely on this face to attract popularity, he loosened his hair, and fixed the black black-rimmed glasses on Zhong Yuan's face again, covering most of Zhong Yuan's face

The pretty boy turned into a dull, featureless nerd again, Zhong Yuan looked in the mirror with satisfaction, he didn't like to cause trouble if it wasn't necessary.

He played games all day and only ate one pancake. Zhong Yuan was really hungry.

The night is dark and the moon hangs high, next to Qingxue in Shangdong City.

Zhong Yuan, who was full of food and drink, was sitting in an extremely brightly decorated coffee shop. He lay down on the table and covered a comic booklet with white paper, sketching the characters in it.

This is a comic that he liked very much in his previous life. He didn't expect it to be available here. He was attracted by this comic and walked into the coffee shop.

The moment Fu Fengqing saw Zhong Yuan coming in, Fu Fengqing went downstairs

""Spell Return"?"

Fu Fengqing's voice suddenly sounded behind Zhong Yuan.

Zhong Yuan turned the pamphlet to the cover, adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked carefully: "Ah, it's not called 'Tactical Return to City'."

The little fat man who was reading this comic was next to him, and when he heard it, he turned the book back to the cover

"Help, I thought it was called 'Spell Resurrection'!!"

Zhong Yuan looked at the friend who reminded him of the manga name, what a coincidence, he knew it.

Zhong Yuan greeted Fu Fengqing in a low voice: "What a coincidence."

Fu Fengqing looked at Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan's hand was resting on the comic book, it was as beautiful as his face, with well-defined bones, fair and transparent skin, revealing a pale beauty.

But the black-rimmed glasses covered most of his face, making him look like a passer-by that no one would take a second look at. He didn't look as pretty as he did during the live broadcast, but Fu Fengqing felt a little bit of happiness unexpectedly.

Although Zhong Yuan didn't know him yet, only he had seen his two faces.

Someone opened the door and came in, and the wind blew at the door.Drawing paper placed on the coffee table,

It was originally drawn randomly according to the comic book, and the drawing was a bit scribbled.

But Fu Fengqing noticed at a glance that Zhong Yuan wrote a line of comic characters in beautiful fonts: "Let me fall in love with you."

Before Fu Fengqing could take a closer look, Zhong Yuan was already silently kneading the drawing paper in his hand into a ball.

Looking at Zhong Yuan, he meant to leave

Fu Fengqing said suddenly: "Let me make you a cup of coffee."

After Zhong Yuan nodded, he walked towards a small independent console next to the coffee shop, and Zhong Yuan followed with small steps holding a comic book.

Fu Fengqing washed his hands on the console, and let Zhong Yuan sit down on the sofa next to him.

He quietly divided and compacted the coffee on the operating table, extracted and frothed the milk in one go, and his elegant movements showed that the person in front of him had done this operation hundreds of times.

Fu Fengqing brought a cup of "Panama Geisha" to Zhong Yuan.

"Try it." Fu Fengqing said.

In the end, there was only a small drop of black water left in this cup of coffee worth nearly 1,000 yuan, which rolled down Zhong Yuan's fair skin, and was pressed by Zhong Yuan to the edge of his chin in time with a paper towel.

When the waiter returned to the bar, he happened to see Zhong Yuan's nonchalant way of drinking.

He sneaked a blank look at Zhong Yuan, they only welcome experienced coffee lovers, or knowledgeable noble children.

Zhong Yuan's clothes are tattered, his sweaters are pilled, and those who come to read books, the stupid nerds, if it is not for the store's regulations, it is impossible for them to enter the door.

He stained the stool just by sitting there, and don't know if the tableware he drank from can be used.

The waiter walked up to Zhong Yuan with this in mind, rudely took away the precious tea set in his hand, and gave him another white look in front of Zhong Yuan.

Zhong Yuan's finger was on the tea set, but the waiter insisted on not dragging it.

Zhong Yuan adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and stared at the waiter:

"Gesher coffee is the most expensive coffee bean variety in the world today, among which Geisha from Panama is the best."

Panamanian Geisha can be subdivided into two branches, Coppertop Geisha and Green Top Geisha. There is no qualitative difference in the flavor of the two varieties, but Coppertop Geisha is more sought after because of its rarer production. Today, the price per poundAround $1050, found by the Peterson family, extremely clean on the palate.

May I continue?"

The waiter's face became paler and paler, Fu Fengqing acted as if he didn't see the conflict between the two, and asked Zhong Yuan with a gentle smile: "How's the taste?"

Zhong Yuan raised the corner of his mouth: "It's okay."

This time the waiter's face turned green. He didn't know how this man was knowledgeable, and he didn't know that this man had something to do with Mr. He had no eyes.

Under the ignorance of the two, the waiter was anxious and sweaty on his forehead. Under the tremendous pressure in his heart, he finally couldn't help but say: "Sorry, I..."

In fact, Zhong Yuan doesn't like to be superior and embarrassing others. If others don't provoke him, he is usually quiet, obedient and obedient.

It's the same now, Zhong Yuan interrupted the waiter's apology, and gently reminded: "Don't cramp your eyes next time."

It can be regarded as giving the waiter a step to leave here.The waiter blushed and felt a little ashamed.

He promised to keep his eyes on the floor only.

Zhong Yuan looked at the retro mechanical grandfather clock in the store, it was a bit late, and said goodbye to Fu Fengqing.

Before leaving, Fu Fengqing put "Spell Back to War" in his hand

Zhong Yuan held the "Spell Back to War" in his hand, looked up at the moon outside the window, slightly bent, a little cold and lonely, like Fu Fengqing.

He shook off the messy thoughts in his head and left. After returning home, he took a shower and lay on the bed. He was obviously tired and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Zhong Yuan simply turned on the light and read comics with relish.

On the other side, Fu Fengqing made a phone call and asked someone to buy all the booklets of "Battle of Spells" and put them in the store. Previously, there were only a few volumes of comics in the coffee shop for people's occasional entertainment.

Fu Fengqing walked up to the second floor of the coffee shop from behind the scenes. The second floor was Fu Fengqing's personal temporary office. The entire second floor was flattened and piled with documents and computers.

Looking out of the window, Fu Fengqing thought that it was the Byakugan that the waiter turned to Zhong Yuan, and Zhong Yuan should be respected.

The assistant brought the latest result verification certificate: "Sir, the DNA comparisons of the people found recently do not match. This is the report."

While listening, Fu Fengqing continued to deal with the official business at hand. The assistant felt a little guilty. He hadn't made any progress after looking for it for many years, and the husband didn't blame him.

Thinking of this, the assistant said more positively: "There are three more children who completely disappeared from the hospital when they were born, I will send another person right away..."

Fu Fengqing looked up from the document:

"It doesn't matter."

"I have found it."

A piece of crumpled drawing paper was unfolded, and the scribbled painting style and thin-necked fonts could be vaguely seen.

Fu Fengqing rubbed her fingers on the paper, and suddenly picked up the phone and made a call.

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About the live broadcast:

Wind: It doesn't matter if you hit or not, but don't want someone to speak ill of wife.

Panama Geisha Explanation is the information checked