Chapter 22 I should be more sensible.

Qiu Xingci didn’t know what happened to the great master. He didn’t see him in the game during the day for two consecutive days.

In the evening, the other party would come online and play a few games, and then he would say he was sleepy.

The other party spent less time with him, which made Qiu Xingci a little unhappy.

This kind of unhappiness is even somewhat unreasonable.

After all, after all is said and done, they are just netizens.

There seems to be no such wide range of opinions among simple netizens.

But I am really used to playing games with one person for a long time. When I play this game again, I feel a little lonely.

Qiu Xingci tried to summon a random person in the hall to play with him, but the strangers he summoned often did not cooperate with him so well.

Some are fighting styles and there are conflicts in ideas.

Others don't quite trust him.

In one game, Wang Zhaojun, played by Qiu Xingci, froze three people at a time near Longkeng in the river on the way to support.

He used a big move and crippled all three enemies. However, because Wang Zhaojun's harvesting ability was not strong and no teammates could follow up in time, he could only harvest two heads with all his skills and even A. He could only harvest two heads. Watching the last remaining blood slip away.

Even if he got a double kill, Qiu Xingci was not happy.

The enemy with residual health who slipped away made him worried.

He typed in the channel and asked his teammates: "That's a guy with residual health, why don't you follow him and beat him." 】

Teammate Yuan Ge【That remaining health is Xuance, I dare not take it. ]

Nezha, a passer-by in the wild. [Hong is half done, too lazy to go. ]

Assistant Zhang Fei apologized sheepishly, [Sorry, it's too far. I didn't pay attention to the mini map just now. 】

Qiu Xingci looked at his teammates' answers. He didn't know why, but his enthusiasm to score points and kill the enemy suddenly disappeared by more than half.

well.

If the jungler in this game is a master, he will definitely be able to keep up with the output in time.

Qiu Xingci silently regretted it, but it was a pity that the master was not here.

In the next wave of team battles, because he was harvested by the opposite jungler Baili Xuance, Qiu Xingci faced merciless criticism from the jungler he summoned.

Nezha [Wang Zhaojun, what’s the matter with you? Drop points at critical times. ]

Qiu Xingci sneered and typed to ask him [In the team battle just now, I froze the opposing shooter and mage, and then was killed by the opposing jungler. ]

[I still have some effect, what about you? ]

[Why didn't I see who you cut to death on the other side? 】

Jungle Nezha【I killed Cai Wenji. 】

Qiu Xingci laughed a little angrily when he saw this sentence.

Cai Wenji is only a support. She doesn't cut the marksman and mage first but cuts the support first. This jungler is also a talent.

Not interesting.

A game without a master would be a bit boring.

These people are boring as hell.

Especially this jungler, who is useless, boring, and loves to blame others.

When the game ended victoriously, when he returned to the room, Qiu Xingci clicked on the cross above his opponent's head and kicked him out of the team.

Goodbye, little trash, never see you again.

After this experience, Qiu Xingci would rather queue alone or wait for a master to come online than easily recruit strangers to play together.

Summoning strange teammates in the lobby is really a matter of luck. If you're not lucky, you won't be able to play together if you summon several players in a row.

He doesn't want to be a quality inspection machine for unfamiliar junglers.

It's such a waste of time and energy, so tiring.

Qiu Xingci began to feel bored after playing solo queue for a long time to gain points.

Because he felt bored, he chose to wait for his teammates.

But the waiting time is so anxiety-provoking and even a little unbearable.

Qiu Xingci opened the window and watched the cold wind blowing in, blowing the leaves of the green plants on the balcony.

It wasn't until he sneezed that he calmed down and walked over to close the window.

There must be some privacy between strangers.

Even if they are friends, they should leave some space for each other and should not interfere too much.

Internet friends are a little stranger than real friends. In fact, try to ask as little as possible about each other's affairs, so as to avoid hurting feelings.

Qiu Xingci understood these principles, but he still couldn't help but want to ask, why?

What happened, and why did you make him wait so long?

[Master, why are you rarely online recently? Don’t you like playing games with me? ]

In the end, Qiu Xingci couldn't help but send a message on Penguin to ask the other party.

The gamer replied: [No, where did you go? 】

【This is not the time when the Chinese New Year is approaching. I have to buy new year goods for my family, and some relatives are visiting to entertain me. There is no time to play games in these two days. ]

This answer made Qiu Xingci a little silent.

Chinese New Year.

A somewhat unfamiliar word.

Since he came out as gay two years ago, he has basically not had a decent year.

After a sharp quarrel, the family atmosphere is like a shattered mirror.

The collision of different three views tore each other's dignity to pieces.

Even if you have broken up with your ex-boyfriend long ago, the broken mirror will not become as smooth and stretched as before.

When Qiu Xingci went home last year, something happened that made him uncomfortable, so he now resists going back.

In fact, he felt that it didn't matter if he didn't go back.

He was an unpopular person in that home. If not, he would not have been sent to his grandmother's house since he was a child.

[Oh, that’s okay. 】

【Have a good New Year. ]

Qiu Xingci lowered his eyelashes, his expression a little sad.

【I can have fun by myself. ]

Chi Chengye felt something was wrong.

[What's wrong, have you been playing games lately? ]

After thinking about it, he changed his words again [Don’t you need to be busy with New Year’s Eve stuff recently? 】

Qiu Xingci: "..."

Very good. It's true that you can't open the pot without mentioning it.

He took a deep breath and typed [No need, I have other things to do, so I’m leaving first. ]

[Bye bye]

After sending a pig-headed goodbye emoticon, Qiu Xingci decisively exited the chat interface and ended the conversation.

Then he quit, but after he left, the other person he was chatting with had not quit yet.

Then, a new message popped up.

No cilantro or blueberries [sorry. 】

Don’t eat cilantro and blueberries【I seem to have said the wrong thing just now. 】

Not eating cilantro and blueberries [Are you angry? 】

Don’t eat cilantro and blueberries 【Why? ]

[If you have anything unhappy, you can talk to me. ]

[You can try to believe me, no matter what you say, I will keep it confidential. ]

Qiu Xingci followed the message prompts and clicked in, returning to the Penguin chat interface.

He was stunned for a moment, not expecting that the other party's feelings were so keen.

His fingers hesitantly landed on the chat box. He wanted to talk about those disturbing things, but he didn't know how to speak.

There seems to be a messy ball of thread in my mind, and I can't find a clue for a while. There are too many involved and too messy.

Maybe he hesitated for too long, making the other party mistakenly think that he was no longer looking at his phone.

Next, new messages popped up.

10:16

Don’t eat cilantro and blueberries [Are you still there? ]

10:29

Don’t eat cilantro and blueberries [I’m going to get busy. If you have anything to do, be sure to leave me a message. I’ll reply as soon as I see it. ]

Qiu Xingci sniffed, hesitated, and pulled away from those weak and complicated thoughts.

Slowly type the first line.

[Well, I’m a little unhappy. 】

The second line of words is explaining 【No life. 】

But in fact, this line of writing is a bit contrary to one's wishes.

I'm still a little angry.

It's just that he's embarrassed to talk about this kind of anger.

Just, a little annoying.

Qiu Xingci bit his lip, not knowing what he was doing at the moment. Why was he complaining to a stranger about his unhappiness.

[But why should I tell you? ]

[Maybe I told you about my unhappiness, then turned around and told others, treating it as an after-dinner joke. 】

It's like, like one of his former classmates, he agreed to keep it a secret, but he was actually a big talker.

When Qiu Xingci learned about his troubles and embarrassment from other people's mouths, he felt hurt on the spot as if he had been stabbed in the back.

Thinking of this, Qiu Xingci suddenly lost the desire to continue chatting with the master.

Forget it, they are just netizens.

Who knows whether the opponent is a human or a ghost? Maybe he is reliable in gaming, but his actual character is not?

He doesn't understand the other person.

Forget it, it’s better not to say it.

If we continue talking, we will cross the line.

Qiu Xingci's eyes were slightly red.

[Thank you for your kindness. You can continue your work. ]

[I'm not unhappy, I'm going to paint. 】

【Bye-Bye. 】

At the end, there is still a pig-headed goodbye emoticon.

He looked at the cartoon pig head with hatred, complaining that the pig head stirred up turmoil in his heart, and also resented that his heart was not calm, and a few words could influence others.

Throwing the phone aside, Qiu Xingci lay quietly on the bed alone, facing the flat ceiling, and quietly sorted out his thoughts for a while.

In fact, his external image has always been that he is very sensible, sarcastic and calm.

He believes that he is not a very fragile person.

Maybe, the current time period is a bit special, so it makes him a little upset.

The most annoying thing is that I can't resolve those irritating points and feel a bit depressed.

And he didn't know who to tell.

There are some things you don’t need to say, and others won’t be able to help you if you say them.

Over a long period of time, he often had some small worries, which accumulated bit by bit, but he lost the person who had the desire to chat and could safely talk to him about anything.

So those unspeakable worries piled up into an iceberg. A little bit of warm sunshine shone in, and the iceberg had a tendency to melt, which made him feel a tremor of fear.

It shouldn't be like this.

Qiu Xingci closed his eyes, feeling that the sunlight coming in at this moment might not be a good thing.

Maybe the dark and damp weeds in my heart have grown for too long, and I have an uncontrollable desire for sunshine. Faced with a strange netizen I can talk to, I just want to stick to him more.

Even if you don't say anything, don't talk about those annoying old feelings, just play games with him.

But this expectation itself is a bit ridiculous.

They were separated by the Internet, and what he expected was not a real person.

It's just illusory, someone with some room for imagination.

Qiu Xingci also knew in his heart that what he longed for might not be a great god, but a reliable, strong, gentle and tolerant man reflected in his imagination through the image of the great god on the Internet.

Those unintentional dependence and possessiveness were just the long-term companionship that led him to the illusion of closer intimacy that could go further.

But it’s actually impossible, it’s just a netizen.

And he is not a real sweet girl, he is just pretending to be an online scammer just to gain points.

Be sensible, Qiu Xingci, he said silently to himself in his heart.

"I should be more sensible."

After the analysis, Qiu Xingci opened his eyes and decided to temporarily separate from the great god for a while.

He set a goal for himself. As long as the big account is marked with glory, he will quit the big account and open a small account to play by himself.