"Axi, Lu Yan, kill me!" He collapsed on the e-sports chair, his face collapsed: "How can I act coquettishly like a big man? Tell me!"

"As you act coquettishly, I can!" Xianyu put his hands on his hips, never so proud, "I can teach you, captain."

“…”

Zhou Ziming wants to throw him out of the team. You can do something you shouldn't know, but why don't you know anything you should know?

Is it amazing to be coquettish? Is it necessary to be so proud?

The salted fish cleared her throat and started performing on a live show for him: "Yeah, is Guangguang here? Are you willing to spend 2,000 yuan to buy your cute little girl? They want it very much..."

Zhou Ziming shuddered, and felt that he could rub a basket of goose bumps. He kicked him unbearably: "Shut up."

"Oh..." The salted fish touched her nose awkwardly, not daring to speak anymore.

The barrage is completely crazy.

[Hahahahaha, this wave of salted fish shows!]

【Full MVP: DM, Salted Fish】

[Ming Shen: I often feel out of place with you because I am not gay enough.]

[Don't be cowardly in the Ming God, I look forward to the wonderful performance of the God of Light!]

[It's too early to say that Tianxiu is now, after all, our Tihuan Show, Light Bulb, Steel Straight Man, Light God has not appeared yet. Auntie laughs JPG]

"Aren't you yelling to go to bed just now? Hurry up." Lu Yan urged.

Zhou Ziming took a deep breath, pressed the name on the address book as if he was dying, waiting for the phone to be answered.

Dou-be---Every time he rang, his heart beat faster, and he was thinking about how to not blush and speak out those shameful words without beating.

As the phone vibrated, the phone went online, and a cold voice from the God of Light came from it: "Hey? Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes, it's me..." Zhou Ziming was anxious and almost bit his tongue. "Where are you now?"

"I'm having a meal with my family and go back to talk." As I spoke, noisy voices came from the phone.

In front of his family, Zhou Ziming could not even say these words, so he could only say: "You come out first and tell you if you have something to do."

"Oh." He responded calmly, and then the sound of friction between the chair and the ground was heard, probably because he stood up.

After a while, the noise disappeared and his voice seemed particularly textured, "Okay."

"..." Zhou Ziming swallowed, hesitated for a while before speaking: "Yeah... God of Light, do you want to watch someone dance pole dance?"

His voice was a bit rough, and this rough and coquettish word seemed particularly disaster.

The God of Light subconsciously looked at the phone screen and found that the caller ID was a salted fish, and the voice was also the captain's, but what the hell is pole dancing?

He pondered for a moment and replied seriously: "But there are no steel pipes at our base."

"..." Zhou Ziming has been petrified. How do you ask him to take this? It doesn't matter. As long as you want to see it, I will buy a steel pipe tomorrow?

Straight but straight but straight.

Seeing his own God of Light's reaction so innocent, so serious, so silly and sweet, Zhou Ziming was completely relieved and didn't care about his face. He let himself go mode on.

"What color are your underwear?"

God of Light: "Does your arm stop hurting?"
Chapter completed!