Eat a chicken [e-sports]

Chapter 34

"Wait a moment." Qu Fu said, then squatted in the corner of the room and hung up the phone, turned off the microphone in the live broadcast room, and answered the phone.

The caller ID is Qu Boyan.

Shen Rongyi said in a panicked voice on the other end of the phone: "Xiao Fu, your father is in the hospital."

Qufu asked: "What's going on?"

"The doctor said, it might be the late stage of uremia. When you are free, come to the hospital to see your dad."

"Well, I see." Qu Fu's reaction was calm to indifferent, he glanced at the screen and said, "That's it first, hang up."

After he came back, Ning Feiqin asked, "What's the matter?"

Qu Fu jumped down from the window, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "It's nothing."

Next, while playing the game, Qufu recalled what Shen Rongyi said, uremia, late stage.

When he came back to his senses, he had already jumped into Ning Feiqin's car.

Both the car owner Ning Feiqin and the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked.

Not afraid of death, Jian Yang asked: "Old Qu, are you looking for excitement?"

"Mr. Wei has practiced for so long, he should have improved." Qu Fu insisted on coming back.

Ning Feiqin was very moved: "I will work hard!"

In the end, Ning Feiqin unexpectedly drove the car to the destination smoothly.

The unpredictable Jian Yang: "Is this the power of love?"

[Papa clap applause to Mr. Wei. ]

[Desperate driver Mr. Wei finally did it. ]

Ning Feiqin: "I, have I learned to drive?"

"That's right." Qu Fu jumped out of the car.

"Ah, happy." The soft young voice was full of joy that was about to overflow.

In order to celebrate Ning Feiqin, who finally got his driver's license, excitedly, he gave another fifty seafood platters.

Gift announcements are sent above all live rooms.

Fans watching Zhumeng's live broadcast noticed Mr. Wei's name swiping the screen forcefully, and began to boo:

[Mr. Wei gave another gift to the anchor next door. ]

[Haohaohao, what happened to such a big battle all of a sudden? ]

[Mr. Wei learned how to drive in the game, he is happy. ]

[We don't understand the fun of local tyrants. ]

[By the way, didn't Mr. Wei come to Zhushen's studio yesterday?You said, will you come again today? ]

[No way, doesn't he only watch the anchor next door? ]

[But Mr. Wei also gave Zhushen a lot of gifts, and he suddenly became the third on the weekly list. ]

[Blessing God's skills are not worse than those next door, why do you have to only look at one. ]

Ning Feiqin's simple action caused frantic discussions in Zhumeng's live broadcast room, and even came to Qufu to clamor, saying that his skills were not worth the money Mr. Wei paid him.

Of course, such words and deeds were mercilessly blasted back by Qufu fans, telling them to go back to their own territory, and stop acting wild here, Mr. Wei can slap whoever he wants, and no one else can control it.

Qufu saw those barrages leading to war, but didn't take it to heart, instead Zhumeng's live broadcast room was in chaos.

[It would be great if I wished God to have a local tyrant like Mr. Wei. ]

[I don't know what Mr. Wei likes next door. ]

[Tsk, some people's faces are really sour. ]

Zhu Meng didn't look at the barrage when he was playing the game. When he looked at the barrage, the live broadcast room was already completely dark.

He wondered: "What happened?"

After learning that the local tyrants caused the sensation, Zhu Meng didn't say anything, but continued to click on the next game.

At about eleven o'clock, Qufu proposed to leave, and when he was about to click to close the live broadcast, he saw a barrage asking:

[Will President Wei still go to Zhumeng's place today? ]

[Brother Qu went to the live broadcast so early, why don't we continue to spy on the enemy? ]

[888 live broadcast room welcomes Mr. Wei. ]

He hasn't turned off the live broadcast yet.

Qufu clicked the mouse, and the live broadcast room turned to a black screen, and then he saw the bullet screen sent by Ning Feiqin:

ABC: [Then I'll go and have a look. ]

After the live broadcast in Qufu, many people in his live broadcast room moved to Zhumeng live broadcast room, and the popularity of Zhumeng live broadcast reached another surge. Ning Feiqin was caught as soon as he entered the live broadcast room.

[Wow, Mr. Wei is here. ]

[Mr. Wei, whoa~]

[ABC presented cake x888 in the 10 live room]

As soon as Ning Feiqin gave the gift, Zhu Meng found out, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Wei came to observe the enemy's situation again today?"

ABC: [Well. ]

Seeing that Ning Feiqin had no intention of speaking, Zhu Meng started the next round.

At this time, Qufu, who was also staying in Zhumeng's live broadcast room, also watched Zhumeng's live broadcast.

Zhu Meng was even worse than them, with a team of four, two boxing rings, and two mansions. He contracted the two richest places on the desert map at once.

After one round, they have a lot to learn. They have to admit that the professional players' style of play is still much better than theirs.

Ning Feiqin also gave out ten cakes after the Zhumeng ended a game. Each cake gift was worth [-] yuan, and the sum of ten cakes was not worth as much as a seafood platter. It was enough to see that Ning Feiqin was personally favored.

"Thank you Mr. Wei for the gift." Zhu Meng said, and then asked in confusion, "Why do you call him Mr. Wei? Is it because Mr. Wei's surname is Wei?"

[Pfft no. ]

[Hey, Brother Qu started it! ]

[Can't say can't say. ]

ABC: […]

In Qufu, who was watching the screen, I could see the helplessness of the other party from the string of ellipses sent by Ning Feiqin. It was funny and guilty, but he was a little satisfied. The title of Mr. Wei was because he was called so by himself, and later developed into Everyone's collective understanding of the title Wei Zong.

It was he who started it.

It's like announcing to the whole world that Mr. Wei will always be his Mr. Wei.

After playing the second round, Zhu Meng's fixed four-row team also disbanded, and only Zhu Meng was left at this time, so he tentatively asked: "Mr. Wei, do you want to come to the double row?"

"Let you observe your opponent in all directions."

This arrogant tone made the barrage collectively boil, clamoring that Zhu Meng is declaring war on Brother Qu!

ABC: [Uh...]

[Anchor Qufu presents cake x888 in the 10 live broadcast room]

Qufu: [Lack of people, add me? ]

[Fuck, Brother Qu, didn't you broadcast the live broadcast? ]

[Zhenggong came to catch the rape hahahahahaha]

[Exciting, Qu Ge did a great job! ]

Not to mention the barrage, even Zhu Meng was stunned. After a few seconds of pause, he asked, "Isn't it a fake?"

[Hey, why is my Blessing God so cute. ]

[God he meow high imitation. ]

[Come here, kick out that fake account (dog head)]

After being ridiculed by the barrage, Zhu Meng made sure that what he was talking about was not a fake account, so he calmly said: "Okay, come to the third row."

Qufu: [Come. ]

ABC: [? ? ? ]

[This is a battle for local tyrants? ]

[Mr. Wei with a confused face: Has anyone asked what I mean? ]

[Oh my god, the battle of the century, the screen recording team is ready! ]

Zhu Meng: "Come to me yy?"

Qufu: [OK. ]

ABC: [_(:з」∠)_]