The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

Chapter 408: Fighting and Homecoming 23

After playing too many low-end games, Su Mu was stunned for a moment when the opponent invaded his jungle area.

However, he quickly adjusted his state, clicked on a request to gather, and together with the top laner who came over, he successfully kept the opponent's jungler in their own jungle area.

Head +1.

Immediately afterwards, he cooperated with his teammates to counter-attack the opponent's jungle area.

The enemy jungler paid the price for his arrogance.

And they started off with a great advantage.

And they had this tailwind for almost the entire night.

I only lost one game, and that was because my teammate was AFK.

The Lamb assist is very comfortable. When controlling and retaining people, the jungler can always follow up in time and make up for the damage.

No kidding, as a teammate, he clearly felt that Prologue was stronger than Breadman.

At twelve o'clock, Su Muyou said subconsciously, "It's time to rest."

"Ah?" The lamb who was silently praising him in his heart didn't react and was surprised, "Are you going to rest at this time?"

Su Muyou was silent for a moment. Just then, a familiar ID among his friends was sending him an exclamation mark, so he took the opportunity to get rid of it.

"My friend called me. If you don't want to rest, you can arrange it yourself."

The lamb twitched his lips, "Then I'll play solo."

He said how could it be possible for them to go to bed so early when they were playing together!

Su Muyou opened a match and pulled in the person who poked him.

The reason for the match is because Insomnia Starch Sausage’s rank is not high enough for him to play ranked games.

"Brother!!" After receiving the invitation, Starchy Sausage immediately spoke passionately, "Do you still remember me?"

The sound was so loud that the microphone exploded.

Su Muyou pulled off one of his earphones, frowning slightly, "Remember. Speak softly, your ears hurt."

Such a humorous ID is enough to leave an impression on people.

"Oh oh oh." Starchy Sausage cooperated by lowering his voice.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Brother, can you give me a rub of the national standard?"

Su Muyou:......

The so-called "rubbing the national standard" means that two characters in the game overlap each other, so that the shining logo originally attached to his ID is visually displayed next to the opponent's ID.

People who don’t know would think that the latter’s strength is also that powerful.

Su Mu You Rui commented, "I can't tell that you are still a vain starch intestine."

Starchy Sausage was not affected and said shamelessly, "Please, brother! You know my strength. I may never be able to play on the national server in this lifetime. Please be merciful and let me realize this dream!"

As he said this, he howled a few times.

I guess he is really not that old.

If I refuse, she might just lie on the ground and cry.

A starchy sausage covered with dust appeared in front of Su Muyou's eyes. He sighed and said, "Okay, which hero's logo do you want to get?"

"Ahem, can I have them all?"

"..."

"Hey, I'm just kidding. Just get the jungler's mark."

After all, he often plays jungle.

There are six national junglers Su Muyou:......

Still very greedy.

He refused coldly, "Three at most."

You need to open three games for three different heroes.

"Thank you, brother, you are my god!" The starch sausage, who thought he could get a target, cheered immediately.

"By the way, brother, let's have a clone race, this way it will be more indistinguishable from the real thing."

A clone match is when five teammates play the same hero.

In this way, the skill icon will not reveal the truth.

"......Don't use it to cheat people." Su Muyou couldn't help but mutter to himself when he saw that he had a plan.

Starch Sausage swore, "Definitely not! I'm just bragging to my friend."

Be a good person to the end, and start the clone race.

Su Muyu’s main account did not close any access permissions.

In other words, as long as he is on the friend list or recommended by the system's masters, other players can watch him if they want.

While he was standing there bored and letting his starchy intestines rub against the national standard, he finished a solo game. The Lamb, who was very angry at the online young master shooter, saw him playing a clone game in the blink of an eye.

Clone competition is an entertainment mode.

Players of their rank are either trying to gain points or trying to get a higher rank or a higher rank.

Entertainment games are something you would only choose when you are accompanying your boss or playing with your girlfriend.

The lamb was no longer angry. With full curiosity, he clicked on to watch the game.

At first glance, he saw the starchy sausage stuck to him.

Lamb: ...This must not be their cute or queen-like boss.

He's also trying to get the label, and at first glance he's just a pretender.

Is it a passerby?

He quit watching the game and clicked into the battle record plane in the prologue in disbelief.

I found out that he had double-rowed with starch sausage two or three times!

I don't know why I feel a little disillusioned.

The Lamb took the screenshot silently.

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As the matchmaker who brought friends to join the studio, Deng Feiyue also added a lot of thugs in the group.

At an offline gathering that day, many people, young and old, joked about taking him to play, but few actually took action.

Deng Feiyue could also understand it. After all, as a gaming companion, one had to pay for playing games with others.

Apart from his good friends, he couldn't think of anyone else who was so generous as to let him get something for free.

Just when he had no expectations, someone actually came to him.

The other party opened a small account and helped him to successfully reach the star level.

Deng Feiyue laughed happily, but when the other party asked about his good brother, he became alert and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

The man didn't expect to be asked back and was stunned for a moment.

But he quickly found an excuse, "Nothing. I just saw that he's so good at playing games, so I wanted to know if his genes are that good. If he has any brothers, sisters, or relatives, you can bring them into the studio."

"No, he's the only child." Deng Feiyue's smile disappeared. He didn't like people who explored other people's secrets in private. "Don't ask more questions."

As a result, after this fight, the opponent decisively ran away.

Deng Feiyue: ...

He felt something was wrong and poked his good brother instead.

"Someone is asking about you." Deng Feiyue said with a serious expression, "The official household registration check should be done by you in person, not by me. You should be careful recently."

Su Muyou kept his words in mind.

But I didn't want him to worry too much, so I still said, "It's okay."

Nothing.

Weird.

He still ignored the 5,000 red envelopes, and 10pm to 12am became his regular time to play with his account.

Just when Su Muyou was rushing to score points, someone suddenly tagged him in the group.

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