GBP Chapter 142 E-sports God vs. Destitute Miss 19
Chapter 142 E-sports God vs. Destitute Miss 19
new Year's Eve.
The snow pressed down on a few bamboo clumps under the wall. When someone passed by outside and touched them, the snow fell off with a sound like breaking jade.
This is the small courtyard that Chunnianren newly rented in Nanning Lane. It’s not big, but it’s much more spacious than the previous rental house.
The kids next door were playing with fireworks outside. The sound of the fireworks sticks burning and crackling was very lively.
When he heard the doorbell ring, Chun Nian was a little confused. Who would come at this time? He put on his coat and went out to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Shen Linzhou was seen standing at the door. The man was wearing a long black down jacket, with snow hanging from somewhere on his glasses. He looked a little "really embarrassed".
He was holding a big red plastic bag in his hand, which looked like it was full of fireworks.
Chun Nianren asked in surprise: "Why are you here? Don't you need to stay at home with Auntie?"
Shen Linzhou patted the snow off his clothes, and warmth filled his eyes.
"Someone is with her."
Chun Nianren understood what he meant, smiled and nodded, then instructed him, "Lower your head."
Shen Linzhou leaned over obediently and even turned his head to show her the snow that had fallen into his neck.
"Where's Xiaoxi?"
Chun Nianren brushed off the snow in his hair to prevent it from melting into water and getting his hair wet when he got into the house.
"The entire FNG team didn't go home this year. They made an appointment to go to Central Square to celebrate the New Year together."
She answered him as she led him into the house.
The heating and warm lights instantly surrounded the two of them.
Shen Linzhou put the things in his hands aside, hung his coat on the coat rack, and glanced at the dining table and kitchen.
"What about you? Haven't eaten yet?"
"I'm cooking dumplings. They're not done yet."
As she spoke, she kicked off her slippers, curled back into the sofa, pulled the blanket over herself, and held the remote control in her hand.
I kept changing the channels, but they were all boring parties. I turned my head to look at Shen Linzhou.
The man had already entered the kitchen and opened the pot, and the steam rolling down his face.
He leaned back, took off his glasses and put them aside, turned down the fire, turned on the stove on the other side, and heated the pot.
Chun Nianren turned around and lay on the back of the sofa, with his chin resting on his forearm, watching him busy in the kitchen leisurely and quietly.
He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, a pure black sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked cool and capable, with a dignified look, and took out the dishes from the refrigerator in an orderly manner.
Chun Nianren smiled slowly, "What are you going to do?"
Shen Linzhou handled the work in his hands in an orderly manner.
"Don't you want to eat fish?"
Chun Nianren nodded thoughtfully, hummed softly, and lay back on the sofa with a smile on his face.
Shen Linzhou was no stranger to her kitchen and quickly cooked the dish.
Steamed fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, corn pork ribs soup.
Chun Nianren had already sat down at the dining table.
The warm light from the kitchen ceiling lamp cast a warm halo on him. He was in the hustle and bustle of life, standing in front of the rice cooker, serving rice.
She was silent, feeling the good years and the peace of the world, and suddenly said, "Shen Linzhou, let's go out and set off fireworks after dinner."
Shen Linzhou replied yes, and the moment he came out of the kitchen, he saw her sitting at the dining table waiting for him.
Warm tones, cozy atmosphere, and herself in her eyes.
His heart seemed to stop and then start beating again.
The background music is from an evening party on some unknown TV station.
A touching song is being sung.
"It turns out that you are
Wind and moon come out with clouds
......"
The dishes on the table were not very sumptuous, but they had a homely warmth.
Of course, Chun Nianren doesn’t even eat her frozen dumplings.
She struggled with the steamed sea bass.
Because he kept lowering his head, a few strands of hair blocked his view.
She found it an eyesore, so she pushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ears with her fingertips.
Both hands are busy.
Seeing that she was inconvenient, Shen Linzhou put down his chopsticks, stood up, walked to the coat rack, fumbled in the pocket of the hanging coat for a few seconds, and took out a white hairband.
Chun Nianren looked at the hairband in his hand with a dazed expression.
Recalling that this was the breakfast they had together a long time ago, it was inconvenient for him to eat without his hair tied up, so he temporarily found a nearby store to buy some.
He actually kept it.
Her eyes followed the little hairband until the man stood behind her.
I felt his fingers gather my hair behind my neck, his movements careful and gentle.
He seems to be reluctant to express himself verbally, but his love is unconcealed and is always silent in the details.
The long alley is lit up, and the snow makes a "crunching" sound as people step on it.
A firework exploded in the dark night, scattering streams of light in all directions.
In the snow, Shen Linzhou held a lighter, his breath bringing out white mist, and he slowly lit the firework tube, setting off fireworks for Chun Nian to see.
She was standing not far away, wrapped tightly in a long white down jacket, a scarf, and a furry white hat.
Waving a burning fairy wand in hand, looking up, follow the wisps of fireworks as they rise into the sky until they bloom.
One star after another, reflected in her glittering pupils.
Until the snow began to fall from the sky, Chun Nian felt the fine chill and the snowflakes melted on his face.
He retracted his gaze and looked at Shen Linzhou.
He lit a small cone and stepped back.
White fireworks began to emerge from the firework tube, from small to large, rustling into a tree of silver-white fireworks.
She suddenly ran towards him.
Shen Linzhou was holding a new firework, twisting the fuse with his fingertips, and looked up when he heard the noise.
Chun Nianren stood in front of him, smiling and pursing her lips, with a serious expression, her eyelashes were stained with snow, and the wind and frost in her eyes were gone, making her look light.
Shen Linzhou stroked the slightly hot outlet of the lighter with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't run, doesn't it hurt if you fall?"
Before he could finish, she jumped on him and hugged his neck.
Shen Linzhou held her tightly, and heard her say in his ear: "Shen Linzhou, can I kiss you?"
Clusters of fireworks were still setting off all around, lighting up the snowy ground as bright as day.
The coldness in his eyes melted away, and then a charming smile appeared.
"Pack your things and go home."
Outside the window, the snow was falling fast or slow in a disorderly manner.
The temperature in the house was breathtakingly warm.
The orange light on the ceiling was vague.
Fireworks explode in my mind.
The breath entangled between lips and teeth, whispering ambiguously.
"Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year."
years later.
The entire ING team is on air.
For the first time ever, they arrived two hours early.
Sinan sat in front of the live camera, counting on his fingers, and realized that he still had to broadcast for 120 hours to meet the target.
Professional players generally sign live broadcast contracts with live broadcast platforms, have live broadcast tasks every month, and have requirements on the length of time.
The show hasn’t been aired for some time, so it’s been missing a lot of time. Now everyone is frantically making up for it.
Si Nan sighed and fell back, turning his gaming chair towards the center shooting position, and found that the two men were in good spirits, and started the broadcast leisurely.
"You are not in a hurry at all!"
It takes 14 hours of broadcasting every day!
Judging from their elusive performance some time ago, they would have to broadcast for 18 hours every day to be enough!
Hearing Sinan's defensive roar, the ING shooter sitting opposite him poked his head out.
"It's fine if it can't be completed. We have more important things to do."
"Isn't it just Brother Lin's wedding?"
As soon as Si Nan finished speaking, the entire live broadcast room fell into silence.
It turns out that you can’t cover a big mouth.
Chun Nianren and Shen Linzhou's wedding was originally planned to be a low-key one, but now...
The shooter quickly slid his chair over to Sinan's side and looked at the comments on Sinan's computer that were filled with shock.
He slid back to his position, singing: "You're done!"