Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

Yun Fan looked at the display next to him subconsciously.

Many people on the barrage were asking: "Q God's technology is obviously not good today."

"No, no matter how bad the state is, it's impossible to label it like this."

"I played better than you."

Many doubtful voices ran out.

Yun stared at the screen in a daze.

The palm of her hand was squeezed, and when she recovered, she saw Shen Qingyang handing over the notebook.

It says: Black powder, don't worry about it.

Seeing that she still had no response, Shen Qingyang wrote on it again: You played well.

This sentence is not what Shen Qingyang said to comfort her.

He really thought she was pretty good.

At first he thought she could do basic keystrokes at best and didn't expect much from her.

As long as it is broadcast live.

But he only found out after entering the game that she really did.

And she is really working hard to do it well.

Shen Qingyang, such a taciturn person, deliberately wrote more words to comfort her.

Yun Fanfan didn't care very much either, she didn't care about such words, what really cared about was that her current identity was Shen Qingyang.

It doesn't matter if she is ashamed, but it is not her own face that is lost.

Shen Qingyang is a major anchor, and if she is involved in anything, she will not feel relaxed.

At this moment, Shen Qingyang was so comforted, her mentality was better.

Shen Qingyang motioned her to continue.

After playing several games in a row, Yun Fan missed the first place every time.

In the last hand, he did not believe in evil, and picked up four or five grenades along the way.

It's the tight finals again, and there are three people left, that is to say, she is going to play two.

The other two are most likely in the same team.

Yun Fanpan filled his state and saw that the circle had disappeared, he simply broke the jar and threw all the grenade in his backpack.

After the explosion sounded, she saw the picture displayed on the computer screen.

——Good luck, eat chicken tonight.

"Won!"

She was a little excited and blurted out two words.

After speaking, she realized that Shen Qingyang would never be so excited.

Looking at Shen Qingyang nervously, Shen Qingyang smiled at her.

"You did very well."

The fans in the live broadcast room are also very happy.

In the past, Shen Qingyang played games, eating chicken in ten rounds and nine rounds, sometimes even winning all night.

How can there be a situation where you can't eat chicken for several consecutive games like tonight.

So the sudden victory aroused the excitement that had disappeared in their hearts for a long time.

When everyone was excited, I heard a girl's voice.

Unlike before, this time the voice is very clear, even if it is fooled by no one, it is estimated that it will not be fooled.

The joy of victory on the barrage has all become...

"???"

"???"

"?????"

"I heard that right? At night, girl, sitting next to God Q?"

"It was her that confused voice at the beginning, right?"

"I only know that Q God has been broadcasting for so long. I have never heard a voice other than him."

Yun Yun's expression is probably as horrified and wrong as those fans who eat melons.

She looked at Shen Qingyang with three words in her eyes: What are you doing?

Shen Qingyang directly turned off the camera, leaving a group of fans at a loss.

He said: "Sorry, forgot for a while."

Yun Fanfan can understand that he forgot this statement for a while, but...

"This is your body, you have to solve this by yourself then!"

The tone is full of nothing to do with me, not me.