I’m Completely Clueless About Sockpuppet Accounts Being Unmasked

After posting this Weibo, Shen Qilue leaned back on the chair somewhat comfortably, even tilted his legs, half-tightened his lips, and scratched his chin with his fingers.

Because of wearing a mask, He Bin could only see his exposed eyes half-dangling.

He Bin moved his gaze to Rong Jing again, and let out an inexplicable smile.

Rongjing sitting in front seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head and glanced at him, with a little haze in his eyes.

Yesterday, BIG deliberately targeted him so that Rong Jing now sees that He Bin has an unnamed fire in his heart.

If it weren't for the opening wave of BIG's bullying, he would not be eliminated.

He Bin didn't seem to notice his hostility. He smiled on his somewhat ferocious face, and even nodded towards Rong Scenic Spot in a friendly manner.

Rong Jing sneered, not even willing to say hello.

He Bin withdrew his gaze and saw Shen Qi shrugging his shoulders, he should be laughing very happily.

He Bin: ...?

He glanced at the Weibo comments and focused on the game.

Shen Qi is naturally still in a good mood now, after all, he is a little bit satisfied in the morning.

He lowered his head and continued to send messages to his brother.

Your brother Qi: Brother QWQ, the baby has been stigmatized

Your brother Qi: Brother QWQ, the baby is not happy anymore, the baby needs a kiss from his brother to be happy

fmy: go back to kiss

Fu Mingyuan answered almost in seconds.

Du Jing, who was sitting next to him and watching others make up the camera, drew close to him and just wanted to say that he had let the public relations department take hundreds of trumpets to stun people, and glanced at the screen accidentally.

Go back to kiss.

Du Jing:? ? ?

Long needle eye.

But Fu Mingyuan still looked like nothing happened, as if he had just sent a very ordinary sentence.

Du Jing reflexively glanced at Fu Mingyuan's ear.

There is no red.

Perceiving Du Jing's gaze, Fu Mingyuan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, then lowered his eyes to continue typing slowly.

fmy: don't be unhappy, I will solve it

fmy: watch the game, come pick me up at night

Seeing this, Shen Qi smiled and even laughed a little bit.

Not to mention, this kind of sheltered feeling is quite comfortable.

The heart is soft.

He smiled, the expression on his face became serious, the tip of his tongue pressed against his upper lip, and there was always a hint of sweetness in his mouth.

Your brother Qi: Okay, brother QWQ waits for me

After a minute, the other party replied——

fmy: yes

fmy: baby

Shen Qi's heart slammed twice.

He covered the phone, pinched the fingers of his left hand with his chin on the mask, his knuckles were tight, his fingertips were red, and the pinched cheek sank.

The toes touched back unconsciously, and an indescribable sense of shame spread from the head to the soles of the feet.

Even the toes hidden in the shoes curled up.

The cheeks also gradually started to get hot.

Even the eyes and ears have a tendency to get hot.

He couldn't see it himself, his face was already red.

The feeling of numbness throughout his body lasted for more than half an hour before it gradually dissipated.

The first game of Group B is drawing to a close.

There are three players left on the EVE team.

The total score is 8 points.

The remaining two teams each have one player left, and both choose Gou.

HUOJ did not play very well this time, with 2 points per capita and the team ranked eighth.

At the end of the first game, the intermission time-

M1G manager Jiang Zhuangzhuang squeezed in from behind the crowd, and with a very ugly expression, he pulled Rongjing's arm and walked into the lounge exclusively for the players behind.

The remaining three teammates of M1G looked at each other, wondering what happened.

Without the captain by the side, Ye Lai felt relieved all at once.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the other two members of M1G next to him, and then took out his mobile phone to send a message to Shen Qi.

At this time, the audience on the court gradually became agitated, and the topic that was originally discussing the game gradually turned off.

Because yesterday's "recording incident" has a follow-up.

Angry himself tweeted.

It's still the positive one.

For fans who really like Angry, this is a great thing.

Their A **** finally appeared!

Fans who hadn't been fighting on Weibo for a day felt like they were crying.

He is still the A god.

The previous Weibo still stayed at the sentence "I went home and inherited the family property."

Their wait is really worth it.

In the audience, I don't know who exclaimed-"A God is really Gang".

Gradually, there was a small quarrel in the crowd, which gradually subsided as the second game began.

Sitting in the back row, Lu Tun and Xu Leng glanced at Weibo.

Lu Tun's eyes were sour, and he grabbed Xu Leng's hand excitedly: "Uuuuu, the idol is so strong, I love him so much!"

He held back his idol for so long, was stepped on secretly by Rongjing and Chen Lingming for so long, and finally was able to fight back.

In terms of technology, Rongjing really can't compare to idols a little bit.

When idols were in M1G, Rongjing often quarreled with idols because of tactical issues.

But Rongjing didn't realize that in terms of tactics, command ability, and technology, he could not be compared to idols at all.

However, he has always felt that he is very strong, even stronger than his idol, thinking that the idol is deliberately suppressing him.

Xu Leng was originally very excited. Hearing Lu Tun's words, he was silent for a while before seriously saying: "No, the captain has an older brother, you can't love him."

Those who attempt to dismantle the CP will not do it.

Lu Tun: "...?"

Do not! The idol is a scumbag!

...

Backstage M1G lounge of the game——

Chen Ling sat on the chair with a black face.

"We lost the game, ha ha." Chen Ling sneered.

Rongjing threw the tablet computer on the sofa, ignoring him, and shook his face.

"What are you yelling at me?"

Rongjing kicked the coffee table, his expression uglier than Chen Ling: "Why don't you scold those rookie players?"

Jiang Zhuangzhuang coughed, leaned against the door, lowered his head, not looking at the two people.

Chen Ling took a picture of his phone on the table: "You vowed to me at the beginning that no one knows this recording except you?"

"What recording?" Rong Jinghuan hugged his arms, leaned on the back of the sofa, and stared at him for a while before suddenly reacting, "Aren't you nonsense? Apart from me recording at the time, who else..."

"Let's see for yourself." Chen Ling's voice was quieter, suppressing his anger.

At the end of the first day of the game alone, investors have come to test their voices, saying that if M1G does not get a good ranking, it is likely to divest.

Divestment?

That means that he will make less and less money.

The blogger who contacted him didn't know what he was doing. When his Weibo was deleted, he still came to him. Suddenly, he couldn't contact people later, and even issued an apology.

Originally, most people didn't believe him, and even suspected that he was bought by Angry.

However, the bad is the bad, Angry tweeted.

Also indicated that he also has the original recording.

And this morning, he received calls from several investors.

This time it was not a test, but a direct indication of the withdrawal of capital.

Chen Ling panicked all of a sudden.

Without investors, let alone making money, it would be difficult for even the club to operate.

Rong Scenic Spot clicked on Weibo.

A few seconds later, he snorted: "The game is just the game, and he is not afraid to lose to me then..."

Chen Ling kicked the table and said: "Win him? Rongjing, I don't know if I gave you too much freedom during this period. As long as you are willing to pack well and play the game, what future is there?"

"Do you know how many catties your skills are?"

"Also, the point is that Shen Qi has this recording in his hands."

"If you didn't hand over the recording to me, you have to force him to death. As for the current situation?"

After all, Chen Ling has been a superior for many years, and soon calmed down, pulling on Rongjing’s collar: "Tomorrow’s game, if you can’t even make it to the semi-finals, I’ll think about it. You’re the captain. Can it be done?"

Yesterday's results are already the worst results M1G has ever achieved. Even when they first got up, their results were better than yesterday.

If it weren't for Rongjing's competition tomorrow, Chen Ling really wants to beat Rongjing now.

He pushed the person onto the sofa and patted the ashes on his body.

Now he has to please those investors.

After Chen Ling left, Rong Jing got up from the sofa.

He looked at Jiang Zhuangzhuang who had been watching the show with a haze in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and then picked up the tablet again.

Can't lose.

How can I lose.

It is his dream to win the championship with his own hands.

The tyranny in his eyes was gradually suppressed.

Jiang Zhuangzhuang sighed when he saw his appearance.

Why bother.

Why bother at the beginning.

Obviously everything was fine at the beginning.

It happened that one was fascinated by wealth, and the other was fascinated by honor.

Ruined a team.

He thought for a while, then turned around and let Rongjing think about it by himself.

Turning into the toilet, Jiang Zhuangzhuang looked at no one around and sent another message to President Shen.

...

A few hours later, at the shooting scene of the show, after completing the last set of shots, Du Jing helped Fu Mingyuan hand over water, and the makeup artist next to him and the staff of several show groups rushed over.

Because the scene was too hot, Fu Mingyuan had a thin layer of sweat on his face, and sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. He raised his head and drank two sips of wolfberry tea.

Several female staff stared at him with gold stars, as if he was not drinking goji berries, but them.

Du Jing:...

Nothing to see.

When Fu Mingyuan finished drinking the water, he buttoned the cuff buttons that had just been unzipped because of overheating, put on his jacket, turned his face away, and his eyes were slightly alienated.

The white cold light hit his cold face line, adding a bit of distance.

The lead makeup artist held the notebook, hesitated and handed it out: "That... Brother Fu, can you sign it?"

The makeup artist was a little shy. When he looked at Fu Mingyuan up close, he felt that his eyes seemed to be able to see through people, which was too deep and attractive.

All around were stars who were preparing to go out to participate in the recording of this show, and many people surrounded the staff.

There was no surprised expression on Fu Mingyuan's face. He nodded slightly and took the makeup artist's paper and pen.

Du Jing still bent down with a look of hopelessness.

Fu Mingyuan paused, and signed the book with his palm.

Several staff members held hands and were about to jump up with excitement.

"Brother Fu, can we take a picture of you? Just pass it to the square..."

Fu Mingyuan was stunned, his actions stopped.

square?

He frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand.

But he still responded: "Yes."

One of the staff members immediately squatted down, looking for the best angle, and snapping a photo of Brother Fu who was signing his signature!

Ah ah ah ah Brother Fu is so handsome!

Much more handsome than the one captured at the entrance of that hotel!

I don’t know how many little sisters I want to envy!

You can’t take pictures during the filming of the show. Now that the filming is over, you can finally take pictures of Brother Fu!

Fu Mingyuan captured from the side, the outline of his face is sharp and angular, the bridge of his nose is high, and his long eyelashes can be seen!

In order to sign them, Fu Mingyuan rolled up his sleeves a little bit, revealing a small part of his wrist, and contrasted with the black shirt. Even his wrists became sexy!

When Shen Qi came, standing at the door, what he saw was such a scene.

There were obviously many people around, but it seemed that he could only see Fu Mingyuan alone.

He was standing among the smiling girls, his back was straight, his slender legs were slightly bent, as if to match the height of the girls, the palms were holding the books, the heads were lowered, and seriously Sign one stroke at a time.

The curvature of the corners of the lips straightened, and the light went all the way down from his character's Adam's apple, into the collar of the shirt, and the line of the waist was collected into the jacket.

Shen Qi felt that his fingertips were hot, the numbness began to explode from his scalp, and his heart began to accelerate uncontrollably.

Even breathing became heavy.

It seems to be back in the morning when two people had a parent meeting in the bed.

Unfamiliar, happy, hard to restrain.

After a long while, he rubbed his hair to suppress this unfamiliar feeling that was too unbearable for his heart.

"Master Shen?" The staff member who led him in before recognized his work card for a long time before they recognized him.

The staff didn't quite understand how this young master always likes to wear a mask. He should look good when he sees his eyes.

Shen Qi's fingertips trembled, and when he recovered, he nodded to the staff.

He did not go in, but turned and walked directly to the stairwell.

When he lowered his head, he brushed shoulders with Su Ya and Wu Yan who was next to Su Ya.

Wu Yan stared back at him for a long time.

"What's wrong? Are you an acquaintance?" Su Ya didn't recognize anyone.

Wu Yan frowned, nodded and shook his head: "Is that Master Shen just now? It seems to be him."

Su Ya stopped and followed his line of sight to see where people could be seen.

She sorted out her clothes: "It's fine to live separately. After returning to City A, I may move to live with your family, Mr. Shen."

"However, Shen Qi and I are not suitable for many exchanges."

Wu Yan replied, and then said with some worry: "But, Mr. Shen's illness..."

Su Ya smiled gently: "Wu Yan, love, although it can't influence everything, but it can make everything better."

Wu Yan didn't seem to understand, but he nodded.

He thought of Shen Qifa's Weibo, his eyes were stained with a smile.

...

Shen Qi sat down in the stairwell and leaned against the wall. He licked his dry lips, an urge to smoke.

He held his chin and looked at the dark night outside. Maybe tomorrow is not a good weather. There are no stars on the night, and the moon has never appeared.

Shen Qi took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Mingyuan.

Your brother Qi: Brother, I'm waiting for you in the stairwell~

He didn't say which stairwell, but he felt that his brother would definitely know.

The last message still stopped at the elder brother's baby.

It's really shameful.

He put his right hand on his forehead, closed his eyes for a while, and then let out a low laugh.

Ah, the baby is a baby, who is not a baby anymore.

After thinking about it, he pulled his hair again.

My hair is still tingling.

Obviously it was what he said himself, why is it like this now...

After taking a few deep breaths, Shen Qi clicked on Weibo that he hadn't read after posting today.

Angry super words became a paradise for true fans.

[You said that God A played a fake match, please take out the evidence, and then hand it over to the league, let them judge. Thank you, you are so good at the fake match.]

[Internet sprayers remember, what you have said on the Internet is also legally responsible]

[The e-sports water is too deep, but the people I like are in this circle]

[I heard someone has received a lawyer's letter? ]

Of course, there are still bad remarks mixed in--

[Haha, can you clarify by posting a Weibo? Hype? ]

[It's like this with the old club, I have a lot of problems, right]

[Those who don’t know the words think you are the first in the e-sports circle]

[...]

No one cares about their remarks.

The navy seemed to have disappeared naturally.

And under the Angry Weibo, the comments on the first few pages are all-

[A God is just in front! we support you! ]

Shen Qi rubbed his temples with a headache.

At a glance, these are what's going on with the trumpet of the Zombie.

Fans who struggled to speak among a bunch of zombies also replicated their special joy.

Shen Qi clicked in one by one and looked at the Weibo of these fans, and when he saw funny stories, he liked them.

Many people thought that Angry had been hacked.

Fifteen minutes later, there were extremely regular footsteps on the stairs.

Probably because of the end of work tonight, the lights here are all turned off, only the lights on the ground floor are still on.

The light was faint, and Shen Qi couldn't see the outline of the person in front of him, but he could recognize his footsteps, the smell of his body, and his height and body shape.

He stood on the bottom step, stretched out his hand, grabbed Fu Mingyuan's collar, and pulled people toward him.

By the height of the steps, he was a head higher than Fu Mingyuan, his right hand was embedded in the other's warm palm, and his fingers were slowly interlocked one by one, making the other's arms bend and tightly pressed against the wall.

Holding the opponent's wrist with his left hand, he raised it above his head.

He leaned slightly downward, his legs bent slightly, and his left knee was pressed against the opponent's knee.

Turning his head slightly, he kissed his warm lips.

Linglong but not gentle.

Tossing and turning on the opponent's lips, but refused to pry open the teeth.

Until it is turned away.

Fu Mingyuan's hand that was forcibly grasped broke free from the shackles, and he put his arm around Shen Qi's waist, bringing people closer to him, and using some strength, he hugged him down the steps.

The breathing becomes hot.

The wind at night was a bit cold, but the two of them couldn't feel it at all.

Fu Mingyuan's strength is very strong, he is usually serious, but when kissing, he does not leave any room for him. Every inch of the place must leave his breath.

Shen Qi tightened his hands on the opponent's clothes slightly.

Some are too slow.

A few minutes later, their foreheads touched each other.

Fu Mingyuan's hand helped Shen Qi follow his back once, and let him relax his breath.

Shen Qi licked his numb lips, a smile overflowed in his throat.

"Brother, why don't you hide? What if it's someone else? Just like that..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pecked on his lips again.

Fu Mingyuan's aura was also a little confused, and he rubbed the hand on his waist.

The teenager's waist was slender.

There is no trace of fat.

He can encircle it all.

The breaths of the two are intertwined.

Fu Mingyuan said in a dumb voice: "No."

"I know it is you."

"I know when you stand here."

He knows the smell of the boy.

Familiar with his breath.

Shen Qi was stunned for a moment, then gave a low voice.

After a few seconds, his breathing became steady, and he said, "Brother, I haven't asked you yet, why are your kissing skills so good?"

"You see that my legs are weakened by your kiss every time, and I can't stand still. Can you teach me more?"

Under the faint light, Fu Mingyuan stared at him closely.

A smile spread across his lips.

"Ok."

...

Back to the place where he lived, Fu Mingyuan packed his luggage.

Shen Qi looked at him with one hand on his chin.

"Brother, wait for me to go back."

"Brother, does your brother live with you? Alas, can I come and see him?"

"Is there still missing me in your room?"

Fu Mingyuan didn't have many clothes, most of them had already been put away by Du Jingjing.

After closing the box, he walked to Shen Qi, bent down, and kissed him again.

Shen Qi pulled his collar and wanted to continue.

The other party rubbed his soft hair restrainedly: "I can't kiss anymore, I can't help it."

When he said this, his eyes kept on Shen Qi's face, focused and serious.

Shen Qi almost didn't stretch himself.

How could my brother be so cute.

Such a serious statement said.

He raised his head, his fingers moved up from the bottom of his clothes, imitating a walking posture, step by step, all the way up to his neckline, his Adam's apple, and his lips.

The fingertips rubbed the corners of the opponent's lips.

Brings some itchiness.

He half-kneeled on the sofa, straightened up his waist, let Fu Mingyuan bend down, leaned to his ear and slowly whispered: "That's okay, brother~"

Fu Mingyuan reacted for a while, clutching his fingers with his fingers interlocking.

Follow him in the same way, leaning to his ear and talking in a low voice.

Shen Qi let out a cry.

Ma Yi went from the top of the head to the soles of the feet again.

It's over, he can't match his brother.