2.1 - The autistic boy plays games
In the dim small single room, the weak light flickered on and off, and the curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in any light. The only valuable thing in the room was the old computer. The computer was still running. The old man's mobile phone on the table kept ringing. It took a long time for the black-haired boy lying in front of the table to stand up and answer the phone.
"...Hello" the young man's voice was low and magnetic. When he heard him speak, the girl on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother! Why don't you answer the phone? I've made more than a dozen calls and you haven't answered the phone. I'm so worried. I haven't eaten yet. Brother, you have to remember to eat. You see how messy your schedule is. You may get stomach trouble again..."
The girl talked a lot, like a group of sparrows chirping in his ears. Qi Ze, who had a splitting headache, felt his head hurt even more, but the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a doting smile.
Qi Ze pressed his temples and responded softly, "I know, I know."
"You always say you know, but you don't take it to heart. You should take less of that part-time job in the future. I'm much more popular now than before. When this month's reward money comes in, we can live a good life, bro. You don't have to work so hard. When I, Qi Xiaoxiao, become popular, brother, just wait and enjoy the blessings!"
The girl smiled happily, and that smile was also transmitted to him. The brother and sister, thousands of miles apart, looked forward to the future.
"Brother, how is your live broadcast?"
Qi Ze clicked on the fans column on the computer screen, looked at the two-digit fans and the reward of more than ten yuan, and said, "It's okay, it's just been broadcast for a few days, but no one is watching it."
"Don't be discouraged, brother! Damn you! If you are so skilled, I will definitely become popular! I will ask my live broadcasters to support you tonight!"
"good"
"Oops, I have to go to class. Let's move out first. There's Lala Oni-chan!"
"Okay, let's do it, let's do it..."
After hanging up the phone, Qi Ze calmed down for a while. When his head no longer hurt so much, he stood up and opened the curtains, letting in the dazzling sunlight.
Qi Ze entered the toilet. The toilet and bathroom in the small single room were together. There was only room for one person. He took off his clothes and turned on the shower to take a shower. The person reflected in the mirror had long black hair covering his face and was abnormally white. The body is thin and thin.
Lifting up her hair, her face, which had been covered by her hair all year round, was delicate and handsome. A pair of peach blossom eyes were dotted with a tear mole, and her cheeks were rosy due to the hot water. This face alone was a bit prettier than the stars on TV.
The newly launched system saw this lively scene, and the whole group was shocked.
Everything turned pink.
[ host, cannot be used, cannot be used]
He lifted up the pink dumpling with his slender fingers stained with water drops, and deliberately moved closer to the little dumpling to breathe. Seeing the pink dumpling slowly turn red, Qi Ze smiled mischievously.
"101, tell me about this world"
[Beep...the system has crashed...]
Qi Ze "???"
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