Zheng Hang: "..." It's so good, another day filled with smoke.

He reached out and pressed the Demon King's chair. Before he could persuade him, he saw the Demon King rolling down from the chair, hugging his thighs and then the evil man started to complain first: "Brother Hang, she kicked me!"

Zheng Hang: "..." He played well.

If he hadn't dared, he would have wanted to kick him twice. He was so owed every day!

After feeling a little secretly in his heart, Zheng Hang then pretended to be surprised and stroked his head. Oops, Tiandi helped him up, and said to his little ancestor: "You want to explain the game and tell me, we can't communicate with the event party, why bother to sit behind others and secretly fulfilling their e-sports dreams? You'll be kicked by someone accidentally? If this is broken, how do you ask me to explain it to the higher authorities?"

After comforting him, Zheng Hang looked at Lang Qiao again, and as soon as he spoke, he was the old Duanshui artist: "Sister Lang, you are really awesome. You are so fascinated by the game. When you get up, you must also remember to watch the way. Kick the Demon King to a small matter. What if you break your little body?"

Demon King: "????"

"What does it mean to kick me up so badly?" He frowned, his face full of words: You have changed, you are no longer a flatterer for me.

"I'm polite to her." Zheng Hang lowered his voice, like an old father who taught his stupid son: "You are already a big child, and it's time to learn to give way to your teammates."

"I won't!" The Demon King didn't eat his water at all, thinking that I was the one who came first, why are everyone so kind to her now?

Even Gatlin, who had always been afraid of him, was smiling when he saw her.

Obviously, the expression on her face was not much richer than that on her face.

The more the Demon King thought about it, the more he felt indignant, and he swung his hand that put Zheng Hang on his shoulder, and then he left angrily.

After the example of him coming back on his own initiative last night, Zheng Hang is too lazy to chase after him now. He pulled the chair and walked straight to Lang Qiao and said, "Let's talk."

Lang Qiao nodded, thinking that he wanted to persuade her to get along well with the Demon King, but he didn't expect that as soon as he spoke, "Do you mind starting a live broadcast?"

He and the club's senior executives agreed that the title of Lang Qiao's only female player who ate chicken is a selling point. If used properly, it can not only increase her popularity but also bring benefits to the team, and it is a good deal that kills two birds with one stone.

Since Lang Qiao has signed the contract, she has already prepared to obey the team's arrangements, play games, attend offline events, live broadcasts and other contents are within the scope of professional players' work, and it is the same for her earlier or later.

So she shook her head and said, "Don't mind."

Even if she minded, it was useless, because the live broadcast contract was signed as early as the signing of the contract. Zheng Hang asked this more, but it only seemed that he respected her wishes more.

"Okay." Zheng Hang nodded: "Then I will start to make arrangements. As soon as today, as the latest tomorrow, you can start a live broadcast to meet the fans."

Lang Qiao said "yes", put on her headphones, and went to the Jedi Island again.

Although Zheng Hang was a little cowardly, his work efficiency was still good. He knocked on Lang Qiao's desktop that afternoon and said, "It will be broadcast on time at 3:00 pm, you can prepare first."

Lang Qiao Su faced the sky and earth and fell into the e-sports chair, her hair was stuffed with headphones. Hearing this, he spread his hands, and said fearlessly: "No need to prepare, I can do it anytime."

Zheng Hang glanced at her e-sports idler and thought to himself that you can do it, fans can't!

After all, it is the first time that it is a live broadcast on the public. Can’t you feel a little more ritual?

After all, who doesn’t love a beautiful and beautiful lady who plays well in the game?

After a while of silence, Zheng Hang couldn't help it, pointed to her tightly wrapped scarf and said, "I think it's better to be a little more grand..."

"After all, your image also represents the image of the team. Isn't it a bit bad to just wear a scarf and a big cotton jacket?"

Although the young lady has a bare face, she is already very good at beating.

Lang Qiao rolled her eyes silently in her heart, thinking that if it weren't for the traces on her neck, who would have wanted to wear a turtleneck sweater and scarf in the warm air-conditioned room?

It's going to be so hot!

However, if it is the first live broadcast, it seems that the key point should be raised. After all, she is also a boyfriend now, so she can't embarrass her captain Ji.

Thinking of this, Lang Qiao stood up, left a sentence, "Wait for me for half an hour," and rushed back to the room, took a shower, changed clothes, and put on makeup.

Ji Shaoyi was more miserable.

His authentic boyfriend was ordered by Zheng Hang to stay in the room. He was not allowed to approach the training room during the live broadcast. He was not allowed to reveal any news about the signing of the team before the team's makeup photos were released.

When netizens thought that Lang Qiao was there, Ji Shaoyi would not sign the GNM team and then officially announced it in a high-profile manner, and the effect would definitely be explosive.

For current GNM, topicality is profit.

Even if it is criticized and hyped, it is better than no one is interested in it.

With a 'plash', the bathroom door opened.

In order to pursue the grandeur that Zheng Hang said, Lang Qiao directly sacrificed his own Lo skirt, and it was a salty and sweet style of "the girl on the left and the dark on the right".

The left half of the skirt is a pink gauze-like skirt, and the makeup on her left face is fresh and sweet, and the wig is also light pink.

The right half of the skirt suddenly turned into a black heavy-work gauze skirt. The makeup on the right half of Lang Qiao's face was full of gorgeous and bizarre vampire makeup. A tear mole in the shape of a droplet was also lit with a red pen at the corner of his eyes. Every frown and smile can capture the soul.

Two completely different styles collide violently, but strangely blend with each other, just like Lang Qiao himself, half an angel and half a demon.

In order to cater to the gorgeousness of this dress, she rarely wore high heels, and the heels would make a 'dak' sound when they hit the wooden floor.

The sound was light and pleasant, and each sound hit his heart.

When Ji Shaoyi heard this, he swallowed his saliva and felt a little thirsty.

Looking at his Adam's apple that rolled twice from time to time and feeling his hot gaze as if he was stuck to her, Lang Qiao's heart inexplicably felt a sense of recognition.

She put her hand on his shoulder, raised his chin with the other hand, and chuckled a little frivolously, "Does it look good?"

Only then did Ji Shaoyi realize that the place where he had tooth marks was cleverly covered by her tattoo stickers.

Not only can it not prevent others from coveting her, it adds a sense of wildness to her and can easily inspire a man's desire to conquer.

When Ji Shaoyi thought of her going to live broadcast like this, he felt a little angry.

He put his hand on her waist, held her and turned around, and pressed the person to the soft bed.
Chapter completed!