Seeing this news, Yanlin canceled the queue for ranking.

pdd?

Slutty, no, prostitute teacher?

How did he pay attention to himself?

Yanlin thought for a while and replied: Well, if it is really a teacher, then I am willing to understand.

pdd took a deep breath of cigarettes and slowly sucked the clouds and mists. No need to face the live broadcast camera, it would be comfortable to smoke at will.

pdd first asked Yanlin how old he was, and the latter replied with shameless face and said 19.

Seeing this nineteen, PDFD laughed, held the cigarette in his mouth, and sang a crackling sound at the keyboard with both hands, and soon sent a few more words:

"Your top laner plays well, so I have some ideas about you."

"You can use this winning rate at the top of the canyon. It is definitely not like the kind of bastard who has nothing to do, right?"

"I have also read your ranking. I think you are very strong and have great potential. I like you very much, so I want to ask you, are you interested in coming to my ym trial?"

"I think you can prove yourself on a vast stage, how about you, are you moved?"

When Yanlin first asked him, he thought about what was going on. When asked about his age, he further verified his conjecture.

No surprises.

Congxin, banana: Very moved.

Congxin banana: But how do you prove that you are that cute prostitution teacher?

"Ya'er! This guy, oh, evil." Seeing Yanlin's adjective, the slut smiled and even took the cigarette backwards. He almost put the red hot cigarette butt in, reappearing the classic operation of reverse smoking.

I quickly put the cigarette holder back and put it on, and then I continued to type:

"Come on, add my micro and number, let's have a good exchange."

"Let's just have a video, okay, let's see if I'm your cute prostitute teacher."

Now it was Yanlin's turn to laugh.

He didn't have much doubt at first, just a little bitch, but just adding the contact information of the teacher, it was pretty good.

After dinner, Yanlin had a good talk with Teacher Piao for a while, and told him what he was thinking, saying that he was willing to try, but he had to discuss it with his family.

Yanlin thought he could have another kind of life, and there was no need to follow the smooth old path before.

This road is difficult and bumpy, and many people can't even survive the most basic youth training. If they can't get famous in the end, the way out may not be very good, but Yanlin still yearns for it.

Perhaps players who have worked hard to get a score yearn for this path.

Yanlin clicked on the friend list, found his father, and asked if he had eaten.

Dad: I've eaten it long ago. If you have anything to do, you quickly say it, your dad, I'm very busy.

Dad: The last time I told you that I wanted to start a live broadcast was because I was busy and I didn’t do it for a long time. I was so busy that I was almost bald.

Dad: Why don’t I just stop opening.

Dad: But it’s not interesting to play games alone. Why is it so difficult to play games and chat with people?

Yanlin: ""

You asked me to say it quickly, but how could I get involved with you?

Mu Linsen: It depends on your thoughts.

Mu Linsen: By the way, dad, I received a trial invitation from the team boss and wanted to play a profession. I have already agreed that I have to discuss it with you and your mother here.

Mulinsen: How about it?

Yan Daddy on the other end of the screen was silent for nearly two minutes, and then Yan Lin saw "the other party is typing" at the top of the screen.

This input took another half a minute, and only five words and a question mark were sent out:

You say it again?

Mulinsen: I want to play a profession.

There was another long period of input there, and the final message was:

Then fight! In the future, I will bring a son who is a pro at the live broadcast. It’s so cool! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Yanlin: ""

No, you are really weird. I thought you were going to stop me. My connection was ready, but you just gave me this sentence. In the future, I would take a profession son to live broadcast. Is it cool?

Cool?

Cool???

This word doesn't seem to be used like this, hey!

OK, you are my father, I won’t care about this with you.

Mu Linsen: What do you say about my mother?

Dad: Hahaha, she went out to play mahjong, and she probably finished playing later. When she comes back, I will ask her to call you.

Mu Linsen: OK, goodbye Dad.

Dad: Bye.

My dad has passed this level, but it may not be true for my mom. After all, it is really difficult for her to speak.

At eleven o'clock, Yanlin received a call from his mother.

"Xiaolin, I heard your father say about you." The mother's tone was a little wrong, and Yanlin could hear it, "After reading the book, do you really decide to do that?"

"Yes, mom, I've already thought about it and be serious." Yanlin's tone was very calm, as if he was applying for his exam scores to his mother in junior high school.

"Hu" the mother breathed a long sigh, "Okay, I won't say much. I'll make your own decisions, and I don't want to force you."

"But no matter what the future is, don't regret it. This is the way you choose yourself, don't let me hear your complaints." My mother suddenly felt unhappy, "Let's do it, goodbye, come on."

Yanlin put down the phone and thanked Yan Zheng in his heart.

How could my mother speak so easily? Before this, Yan Dashuai must have done ideological work for her mother for a long time, which can be heard from her tone just now.

Although this guy often feels confused when doing things, he has to say that the result is always reassuring.

Thank you for your hard work, Dad, thank you for your efforts; thank you for your understanding.

At Yanlin's house, Yan's father pulled Yan's mother, afraid that she would lose her temper again.

"Didn't we say that children make their own choices? Think about our parents and our experiences, and don't let their children suffer any more."

"Didn't I say, this child isn't afraid of his future life being unstable? It's really?"

"What era do you think of now? Maybe the child's monthly income will be higher than the two of us in the future. Don't worry, I believe him."

"Why"

"Don't sigh, come, we'll go back to bed early and we'll have to go to work tomorrow."

"This kid! Hey! Lao Yan, what are you doing? Let me go! You"

"Go back to sleep, otherwise you won't continue to sulk."

"My mother can walk by herself! When will you be held like this as a child? Let me go! Quickly"

"Let it go now, let it go now, don't worry, I won't hold it all the time, won't I just let it go?"

"I'm damn! You're going to die!"

It's late at night, the lights are turned off, and it's time to go to bed.

Yanlin lay in bed and was not asleep for a long time because he was already imagining his future professional life.
Chapter completed!