After turning off the computer, Yu Yan took a bath and lay down on the bed.

    He held a note with two numbers on it.

    When I opened wechat, I found that there were many messages on it. At first glance, they were all countless discussion groups drawn by junior high school students.

    A boy who plays well in the game will not be treated badly among the boys, especially Yu Yanzi. He has a good temper. The matter of flying in the upper division is almost responsive. Therefore, even if he seldom contacts with his classmates after graduation, he is always remembered when others pull discussion groups.

    He didn''t rush to see the group''s news, but directly opened the interface of adding friends.

    Then look at the number on the note and enter it.

    Confirm it three times. Search.

    A black head figure jumped out, to be exact, it was a night sky, empty, hanging a round of full moon, along with the number 1 next to it, it was much colder.

    Well, no mistake.

    Yu Yan turns over, props up on the pillow with his elbow, and clicks the Add button, and an interface pops up.

    He typed his game name and sent it.

    At the same time of sending, his mobile phone vibrated slightly.

    He was stunned and went back to have a look. It turned out that there was someone in the discussion group of junior high school.

    [so, I haven''t seen you for such a long time. Take advantage of this holiday and have a good get-together? You should all come. @Yu Yan, why doesn''t Xiao Yan speak? 】

    Yu Yan opened the keyboard of his mobile phone and just about to type, another line of words jumped out.

    Li Hang: it''s on the air. Do you think he has winter and summer vacation just like us? Therefore, we should learn from the poor children who are in charge of the family early. 】

    there is nothing wrong with what is said in this speech, but when it is said in front of the party concerned, it is always not right.

    Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the group suddenly became quiet.

    Yu Yan points out Li Hang''s information. As expected, the other party has deleted him.

    Yu Yan: Yes, so I may not be able to go. 】

    as soon as his words were sent out, the crowd suddenly exploded.

    Those female students diving in the video screen made a lot of expressions and put their conversation to the top.

    [Xiaoyan!! Come on together! We can cooperate with you in terms of time!! 】

    [that is, I haven''t seen you since graduation. Do you still remember me?? 】

    even those male students who don''t like to type on their mobile phones also have bubbles.

    [yes, time doesn''t matter, it''s convenient for you]

    [after gathering, we''ll go to the Internet bar for a while, it''s not dark for a long time]

    [where is the live broadcast? Yu Yan is holding his mobile phone and his heart is full of emotion.

    Although I don''t know how Li Hang knew he was on the air, he didn''t intend to go into this. Since all the students said so, it would be cruel for him to refuse.

    [Yu Yan: OK, don''t worry about me. If you fix the time, I''ll take my leave. 】

    after sending this sentence, the mobile phone vibrated again.

    A dialog box of 1 pops up above your head.

    Friend request passed!

    He didn''t care about the discussion group of junior high school students at that time. He never participated in the discussion of time and place.

    He opened the dialog box of 1, the opposite side was quiet, except for the system information of adding friends, there was no movement.

    Yu Yan hesitates for a moment, and his fingertips operate on the mobile phone keyboard.

    Hello, boss. This is yanxyan.

    Delete.

    Tomorrow?

    Delete.

    I''m sorry I didn''t have chicken tonight.

    Delete.

    ……

    Yi Chen sat in the boss''s chair, staring at the mobile phone next to the keyboard, and his index finger hit the table top with no light or heavy weight. Because the force was well controlled, he hardly made any sound.

    There was a dialog box on his mobile phone, which constantly showed "the other party is typing", but he did not receive the message.

    It''s been ten minutes. Is the anchor writing a composition?

    "Mr. Yi..." People on the other end of the video are speaking more and more slowly.

    His boss hasn''t seemed to be listening since the meeting began.

    Yi Chen raised his eyes lazily: "finished?"

    "Oh, no, not yet." The man coughed and continued to report on the U.S. branch.

    Half an hour later, the person in charge of the branch company finally finished the report and took a long breath.

    His weekly routine reports always made him feel like he was on the battlefield.

    Although his boss is young, his business style in the mall is almost the same as that of Mr. Yi. The last head of the branch company was dismissed the next day because he did a little sloppy in reporting.

    Although he knew that there were other problems in the process, the whole branch company was still in a state of panic and did not dare to slack off.

    He suddenly thought of something: "by the way, Mr. Yi, you said before that you would arrange a person to come to the branch office...""Cancel it."

    "Ah?"

    Yi Chen raised his hand and withdrew from the full screen page of the video: "I don''t like repetition."

    "Good! I see. "

    "Well, hard work."

    Drop this sentence, Yi Chen Hang up the video call.

    Yu Yan holds the mobile phone in one hand, and his posture has become facing the sky.

    He squinted, drowsiness swept up, and continued to tap his cell phone.

    …… Thank you for the scarf.

    Delete.

    What''s wrong with it? Don''t you say hello and it''s over?

    Yu Yan also wants to be so cheerful, but He''s still a little selfish.

    I don''t know if 1 likes to make voice.

    It''s really shameful to listen to the playback in my own studio every day. After listening to it for most of the day, it''s almost Lu Xiuhe''s voice.

    But generally speaking with strangers, no one can use voice, right?

    Yu Yan yawned and glanced at the microphone icon in the lower left corner.

    ！！

    If you send your own voice, maybe the other party will return a voice?

    The action is faster than the reaction. When he comes to his senses, he finds that his thumb has been pressed on the speaking key.

    "That, 1..."

    After a few words, he stopped thinking. It''s more than 12 o''clock in the middle of the night, so it''s not convenient to listen to 1.

    He sighed, and as soon as he cancelled sending, he felt his hands were empty -

    bang!

    1780 grams of mobile phone hit him on the nose.

    "Hiss --" the pain came as a surprise. Yu Yan woke up almost instantly. He suddenly took a breath of cool air and murmured, "pain..."

    He just wanted to rub his nose to stop the pain when he heard a strange noise from his mobile phone.

    Pick up a look - I do not know where accidentally touched the voice key, he actually issued a 2 seconds voice!!

    He almost didn''t want to, and immediately ordered to withdraw.

    At the moment of withdrawing, he saw a small line at the top of the dialog box: the other party is talking.

    Yu Yan is still in a state of stupidity. He sees a few scrapes on the screen, and 1 sends several voices.

    "Pain? Where does it hurt? "

    "After half an hour''s input, I thought you were writing a little composition..." Speaking of this, the man''s voice pauses, and then suddenly smiles: "still play back?"

    Yu Yan holds the mobile phone in both hands and sits up straight!

    "No, no, I just dropped my mobile phone on my nose..."

    After the sentence, he went on I didn''t write a little composition either

    "What are you going to say after half an hour''s dialogue?"

    Yu Yan didn''t expect that his small movements were all noticed by the other party, and his ears were burning like fire.

    Two minutes later, he made a lame excuse.

    "I just want to thank you for your scarf."

    Yi Chen picked up the coffee cup and went to the kitchen. The boiling water was flushed and the voice was opened slowly.

    Separated from the sound card and microphone, the voice of the small anchor is cleaner. His voice is a little soft, which makes people feel comfortable. He has no connection with the decisive and powerful image in the game.

    "Do you know the wrong person?" Yi Chen chuckled, "the scarf is not from me."

    This time it was very fast.

    "No! I don''t know the wrong person

    Half a minute later, another one.

    "Then Would you please give me your thanks

    Yi Chen picks eyebrows. He has never been a microphone between others.

    However, listening to the young anchor''s cautious tone, he was not willing to refuse.

    In the guest room, Yi Ran''s quilt is covered to the top of his head, and his snoring is loud.

    But the knock outside the door was louder. Sheng Sheng pulled him back from his dream. Pretending to be dead without success, he opened the quilt impatiently and walked to the door fiercely. As a result, he was withered when he saw the visitors.

    "Brother, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

    "The anchor asked me to thank you."

    “？？？”

    See his face muddle force, Yi Chen reminds a way, "scarf."

    "And if you snore so loud, you can go to the security booth outside with the quilt."

    After waiting for someone to leave, the cold wind in the late night smeared on her face, and Yi Ran just regained her mind --

    No, didn''t I give my own micro signal to the anchor?! You need to knock on the door all night to convey my thanks??

    What''s more, how can I control my snoring? Let me suffocate myself, right??

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