MTL - How Are You Guys Getting Boyfriends While Gaming-Chapter 12 Drunk was picked up

"Yu Qinghuan!" the leader yelled angrily on the phone, "The information you brought back from your business trip is missing!"

"Leaked, missed a copy?" Yu Qinghuan didn't realize that his information had been lost in the hotel.

"What's the matter with you? There is one line of data that I just sent to you. How can you be so stupid? Can't you do such a simple little thing? Hurry up and check it again!! Hurry up!"

The leader sent an unnamed evil fire to Yu Qinghuan, and then cut off the phone.

Yu Qinghuan sighed in annoyance listening to the blind tones coming from the phone.

Near eleven o'clock, Yu Qinghuan hurried back to the company, turned on the computer and started to carefully check the data line by line, but he was right three times, but he couldn't find any line of data that was wrong. Yu Qinghuan began to wonder if the leader was wrong. He picked up the phone and wanted to call the leader, but worried that it would disturb his rest so late, so he hesitated a few times while holding the phone.

Who knew that after a while, the leader sent a WeChat message.

[The data is correct, I was wrong. 】

Yu Qinghuan's throat choked, she put down her phone and let out a long sigh. She lay down on the table and closed her sour eyes because she had been staring at the computer.

In the company, which was so silent and there was no one except Yu Qinghuan, the wall clock on the wall made a crisp tick, as if it was a gentle whisper to comfort, and it seemed to be endlessly chattering.

Yu Qinghuan lay down for a while, rubbed his eyes and raised his head, took out the hard drive he was carrying, connected it to the computer, opened the game on the hard drive, hung up a VPN, and logged into the US server.

Yu Qinghuan was about to start a game, but stopped at the moment he pressed the mouse to start. He checked the duration of his game, and as Ren Jian said, the time was unbelievably long.

The minute and hour hands of the wall clock slowly pointed to the number twelve. It was early morning, and it was a new day.

Yu Qinghuan glanced at the date displayed on the phone, turned off the game, opened the web page, and searched the Internet for Renjian's name. Sure enough, many screen recordings, clips, and interviews of the game popped up. Yu Qinghuan clicked on a video.

Under the camera, Ren Jian was so handsome that he couldn't take his eyes off him. He was in high spirits with a smile on his face. His teammates were beside him, holding the trophy high, and shouting together: "We are the champions, ah, we are the champions!"

Then there was the clip of the screen recording of the game. After a wave of dazzling operations, the three people on the opposite side were shown the experience of successfully winning the first blood and the first dragon.

At the end of the video, a sentence appeared on the screen.

New fire to try new tea, poetry and wine take advantage of their years, they are the champions! !

Then, the screen dimmed, and Yu Qinghuan's face was reflected on the pitch-black computer monitor.

Yu Qinghuan turned off the computer and lay down on the table again.

In a daze, Yu Qinghuan recalled the day when he won his first game in college, his teammates rushed over to hug him, put their arms around his shoulders, and cried with tears in their eyes, "We won, we won."

At that time, Luo Buyu, who was the captain, was also there. He said, "Qing Huan, you are too powerful. We must persevere."

The scene then distorts.

The teammates, medals, and the congratulatory crowd began to shatter, and in the end there was nothing but pale white. Seeing Ren Jian standing in front of him, Yu Qinghuan asked him calmly, "What are you insisting on?"

Yu Qinghuan was awakened.

He raised his head and looked around in confusion, only to realize that he accidentally fell asleep at the company.

Yu Qinghuan let out a sigh of relief, tidied up the table, walked out of the company door, and found a night market stall nearby.

The night in the market is made up of lively skins, chattering mouths, hungry stomachs, cookie-cutter bones, and people who have their own thoughts.

Yu Qinghuan ordered a lot of wine in one breath. The owner of the food stall saw that he looked young and worried that he was a student, and asked, "Young man, have you graduated from college? How good is your drink?"

Yu Qing replied with a smile, "I'm graduating, it's been a few months since I graduated."

"Ouch." The boss asked, "What day do you want to drink so much?"

Yu Qinghuan opened a bottle of wine, filled it, raised it and smiled.

"It's my birthday today, boss, would you like to wish me a happy birthday?"

"Oh! It's your birthday, happy birthday, the bottle of wine you open is free for you!" The food stall owner was also forthright.

"Thank you." Yu Qing smiled happily.

Yu Qinghuan didn't eat much food, and kept drinking. After drinking about six points of drunkenness, he went to the boss to settle the bill, and then returned to his seat to continue drinking. After drinking, his eyes suddenly turned red. Without crying, she kept her head down and wiped away her tears.

Yu Qinghuan hasn't cried for a long time. The last time he cried was in the youth training competition of the TKOW club. When he won the second place, Yu Qinghuan squatted at the door of his father's ward and cried quietly all night long.

Then the next day, after Yu Qinghuan washed his face, he went to the school library like a normal person, intending to make up for the courses he had missed.

If he didn't show up this time and didn't question what Yu Qinghuan was still holding on, Yu Qinghuan wouldn't cry tonight.

Man is such a strange animal that a simple, weightless word can make a man so sad that he cannot control his emotions.

Yu Qinghuan didn't know what he was insisting on.

Yu Qinghuan took a few deep breaths, trying to restrain the urge to cry, but the tears would never stop. Yu Qinghuan was worried about scaring others, so he simply lay down on the table. Will be unconscious.

Suddenly, Yu Qinghuan felt that someone was half-holding up his drunken self.

The man sighed softly in his ear and muttered: "Hey, counting the previous time... I have to vomit twice because of you..."