The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 503 Goodbye
Chi Xiaonian: Ahhh, the cautious look is so cute!What else can I do, of course I choose to satisfy him!
So she nodded obediently, "Yes."

He immediately covered her with his hand, squeezed the bulge on the top of her head, then rubbed her head again, and smiled as he wished.

"Goodbye," he said.

Chi Xiaonian is already stupid, he, he, he... He just used a head-touching kill skill on her?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
She was so shocked that her ears turned red, she said goodbye in a low voice, and then trotted into the base with Dahei in her arms, so stiff that she didn't dare to look up the whole time.

Behind her, Guangshen, who was stealthily killing her head, twitched her fingers, and the heat on her face rose little by little, until it reached the back of her ears.

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Seeing him froze in place, Handsome moaned and rubbed against his legs, motioning him to leave quickly.

And he bent down and patted the handsome dog's head, and said with a serious face: "Handsome, don't talk nonsense, I'm not shy."

Handsome: "..." Damn mentally retarded.

On Sunday afternoon, Chi Xiaonian, who had been wandering for so many days, was finally going back to school. While Bu Yao helped her pack her things, she didn't forget to gossip: "You just left? Don't you want to tell Guangshen?"

"I told him when I was walking the dog before." Chi Xiaonian said.

"Then, what did he say?" Bu Yao raised her eyebrows and smiled ambiguously.

Chi Xiaonian looked indifferent: "He said goodbye."

Bu Yao: "Oh."

Sure enough, she was the one who overestimated the straight man Guangshen.

"What's that expression on your face? If you don't say goodbye, why don't you still hold a handsome man and wave a handkerchief for eighteen miles?" Chi Xiaonian automatically made up the picture, and found that waving a handkerchief is too high for Guangshen It's so difficult, I can't figure it out.

She shook the goosebumps all over her body, and sighed again: "And if you really want to give it away, if you are accidentally recognized, it will become a Guangshen fan meeting."

Listening to her resentful tone, Bu Yao's aunt couldn't restrain her smile again, "Don't comfort yourself, you still think about it."

Chi Xiaonian leaned back, rolled over twice on the bed, and muttered a little irritably: "What's the use of thinking, the ghost knows what he thinks."

"Believe me, for a straight man, goodbye is an expression of his love." Bu Yao rubbed her dog's head.

"That's true." Chi Xiaonian nodded and sighed again: "It would be great if he wasn't the God of Light."

If he was just a netizen she knew, or a classmate or friend around her, she would definitely chase him without any scruples.

But he happened to be the God of Light, a person she worshiped.

This kind of worship made her subconsciously feel that they were not equal.

Moreover, professional players and fans are in love, and the influence of rumors is not very good.

Of course Bu Yao knew what she was thinking, because she used to be like this too.

She also leaned back, rolled beside Chi Xiaonian, and said in a low voice: "On the field, he is the God of Light, but off the field, he is just an ordinary person."

"Aren't you lying on the same bed with me right now?" She poked her waist: "Sharing the bed with Hero, how about you go out and envy a group of people?"

"Maybe it's because you are too sculpted, I don't even have the slightest desire to look up to you." Chi Xiaonian gave her a white look.

Bu Yao: "So, in the eyes of those of us who often see him, Guangshen is just a sand sculpture, and he is so straightforward. It is you who think too well of him."

(End of this chapter)