Master Xi Wants To Make Official Announcements Every Day

Shen Wenqian was still chattering.

"In that game, the operation of the Dragon God was rated as a textbook level. The major teams reviewed again and again, racking their brains to find his weaknesses."

"But! No one can do it! For four consecutive years, Dragon God has been occupying the strongest mvp and has become a myth in the e-sports circle!"

Shen Wenqian's face flushed with excitement.

"It's such a great legend, and he hasn't shown his face for four years. The Dragon God is mysterious and compelling, and he is my male god!"

Ruan Qi spat out a series of ellipses.

This is an old scumbag...

"So, do you think it's fake that the Dragon God and the myq team are not getting along?" she asked.

"Of course it's fake." Shen Wenqian analyzed calmly, "Myq's group soul is the Dragon God, how could they not get along? Those uploaded on the Internet are all rumors made by the opponent in order to dismantle myq. These methods are all I used badly in the past. Yes, you can see it at a glance."

Ruan Qi quickly grasped the point, "You used bad ones before?"

Shen Wenqian knew that he had lost his words, coughed, and changed the subject bluntly.

"I thought the Dragon God of Asia would show up this time, but it's a pity. When he plays, he is always fully armed and doesn't even show his fingers. I've been a fan of him for four years, and I haven't seen him until now. head."

He sat back in the chair and sighed deeply, "If I could see the true face of the Dragon God in my lifetime, I would be willing to die! If I were a woman, I really wanted to marry him."

Ruan Qi, who was drinking porridge, coughed violently.

"What's wrong?" Shen Wenqian quickly grabbed the paper, "Why did you suddenly choke?"

Ruan Qi wiped her mouth and looked away with a guilty conscience, "It's alright, I drank too quickly."

She threw the tissue into the trash can, looked at Shen Wenqian hesitantly, and asked, "Do fans all want the Dragon God to show up?"

"I want to! Of course I want to!" Shen Wenqian nodded vigorously, and then changed the topic, "But since the Dragon God doesn't want to show up, there must be his reasons.

Compared to those packaged e-sports players, we prefer the low-key and powerful Dragon God. Besides, I kind of figured out why he didn't want to show up..."

Ruan Qi: "Why?"

Shen Wenqian smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice: "Dragon God is less than 1.7 meters tall, I guess he doesn't show his face because he thinks he is short.

Otherwise, why did he name himself 'Little Qinglong'? Because it's 'small'~"

"..." Ruan Qi twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "As far as I know, there is a traditional Chinese medicine called Xiaoqinglong Tang."

"Huh? Really?" Shen Wenqian was surprised, "It's so coincidental, it's the same as Dragon God's full name!"

Ruan Qi: "..."

No fu-ck to say.

——*——*——

After eating, Ruan Qi was about to give Shen Wenqian acupuncture when Xu Xiangyang came.

Xu Xiangyang has the key to Ruan Qi's house. He opened the door directly, and saw a man shirtless, lying on the sofa.

"..."

Xu Xiangyang almost threw the plastic bag containing the watermelon in Shen Wenqian's face.

"Brother is here?"

Ruan Qi came out of the study with a medicine box in her hand.

Xu Xiangyang glanced at Shen Wenqian vigilantly and asked Ruan Qi, "This is..."

"It was rescued from the moat last night." Ruan Qi motioned for Shen Wenqian to lie down, then turned to Xu Xiangyang and said, "Breakfast is in the pot, senior brother will serve it yourself. I will give the patient acupuncture."

Knowing the ins and outs of the matter, Xu Xiangyang breathed a sigh of relief.

He put the watermelon in the refrigerator, took a few bites of rice, and walked into the living room.

Xu Xiangyang sat on the sofa and watched Ruan Qi perform acupuncture.

Looking at it, he suddenly spoke.

"I think I've seen this gentleman somewhere."

Shen Wenqian's arm trembled, Ruan Qi almost stuck in the wrong place.

"Ah! I remembered." Xu Xiangyang patted his thigh, took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo.

He glanced at Weibo, then raised his head to look at Shen Wenqian, then lowered his head to look at the phone again, and spoke slowly.

"The manager surnamed Shen, the first gold medalist in the entertainment industry, harassed the female artist. The female artist couldn't bear it, so she exposed it..."

A gold medal agent surnamed Shen: "..."

Horse's, exposed.

Shen Wenqian: I play games, I harass, I dive, but I am a good agent.

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