[Thats right, a kitten.] On the screen, Xu Tailun, with a warm smile, answered the bullet comnts.. [A fan gave it to . A cute kitten, thanks. Ill take good care of it.]
Tong Yao turned the volu up.
Little Fatty: Are you watching Long Ges stream?
Tong Yao: Yeah, were going to play against them. Im getting to know how their jungler plays.
Little Fatty: Oh. He didnt suspect anything, turning around to focus on his own ga. Tong Yao continued to watch the scream, watching him lie-- --
[This afternoon? Went to a movie this afternoon? I didnt go to a movie this afternoon. You probably mistook for soone else.] Xu Tailun said: [I just brought the kitten back to the base. How could I go to the movie theatre with a cat. Ask my teammates if you dont believe ...With a woman? I have a girlfriend, how could it be possible that Ive gone to a movie with a woman.]
As he was talking, he turned the cara to face one of his Chinese teammates. His teammate paused for a second then grinned: Oh, yeah, he was playing gas with his alternate id this afternoon.
Tong Yao rolled her eyes once more.
The little kitten unsteadily walked back and forth in front of the cara. All the bullet comnts were about how cute the kitten was. Then, the kitten stopped and sneezed, shaking its head after.
Bullet comnts were like how cute, it sneezed, sneezed, I really want to have a cat too,-- --
Only a few bullet comnts ntioned: Is the cat catching a cold? Is the air condition in the base too cold for the cat to catch a cold in this kind of weather?
Tong Yao frowned, unable to stand it anymore, and logged off. Lu Sicheng ca down from the stairs and saw Tong Yao sitting cross legged on the sofa, hugging a pillow, and looking like she was deeply disgusted with sothing. He walked over and pushed her head: Whats wrong?
That Xu Tailun is really disgusting, not a good person. Tong Yao said: I dislike him.
Oh.
All the n who play professionally are disgusting. No one is good. Tong Yao said: Really disgusting.
......Are you retarded? What does he have anything to do with ?
Tong Yao stood up on the sofa. Lu Sicheng subconsciously stepped back a little. Tong Yao stuffed the pillow in her arms into his, then jumped off the sofa and went upstairs with eyebrows crossed...Lu Sicheng watched her shut her door close. He threw the pillow back onto the sofa and asked the others without even looking back: Whats wrong with that woman?
Little Fatty: Dont know.
Lu Sicheng: She was fine a while ago.
Little Fatty: Shes yours, go ask her yourself.
Lu Sicheng turned his eyes away from the door on the second floor, then irritatedly scratched his hair: Alright, alright. He mumbled: I just cant let her out of my sight for a second.
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