The E-sports God is a Girl

Let's play a game, using the male protagonist Chu Rong's initial letter c and the female protagonist Song Ci's initial letter s to form a word, let me start with: supermarket

I met Da Nuanzi in another group before. Later she told me that she wanted to write a novel, so I asked her to share the novel with me. I have been following her novels, giving her daily recommendation votes and rewards, and until now. (Ps: If you don't believe it, you can go to my homepage to see. All my votes were given to Da Nuanzi's articles.) I have been following this book since a long time ago. I opened this book a lot before, but it was a eunuch. Why? Because some people said that they plagiarized the school book, saying that the heroine had the same silver hair as Master Jiu and could skateboard. Later, he didn't write it anymore, and that book was called Eunuch. Now I have re-opened this book, and someone has accused me of plagiarizing it. I asked where it looked like. Come on, point out the points. I don't mind telling you over and over again. When I write the article, I will also discuss with us how to write it later. For example, I drive a tractor, but I am proud of it. Why? No one else has ever driven a tractor, but I have. In addition, I remember Master Zhan Qishao saying not to make trouble in the comment sections of other authors' articles. Those who say plagiarism are probably anti-fans. I hope those book fans who always say they plagiarized this book or that book will read the article carefully and stop looking for trouble. Wait until you find the plagiarist and then put the evidence. Let's deal with it. Otherwise, you will always say plagiarism. Most people will read the introduction first before reading the book review. If the book review area is full of reviews about plagiarism, then no one will read the book and it will be useless? I'm not talking about why the author worked so hard to write, I'm just talking about how an author would feel when she sees what others say is plagiarism. At least give it a try. What's more, I believe that my big Nuanzi didn't plagiarize. No matter what, my big Nuanzi would rather go to the street than plagiarize. That's how I believe in her. I am proud, very proud, especially proud that I can know her.

Mine is to cherish the people in front of you

Her name is Bo Jiu, and she has Qin Mo. Her name is Ye Ran, and she has Jun Mo Huang. Her name is Song Ci, and she has a beautiful face. Her name is Ye An, and she has Fu Yunshen. Her name is Mo Ran, and she has Yi Beichen. Her name is Su Bao, and she has Mo Yan. Her name is Yun Lan, she has Lord Li Yan, Her name is Shu Cheng, and she has Rong Junyi. Her name is Su Chen, and she has Mo Yuan. Her name is Si Huang, and she has Qin Fan. Her name is Wanqi, and she has Yuanshuo. Her name is Junci, and she has Jiang Yi. Her name is Huang Beiyue, and she has wind and wings. Her name is Qin Huanhuan, and she has Shen Junyu. Her name is Xie Eve (Eve), and she has Xiao Congyuan. Her name is Su Huiqing, and she has Yu Shijin. Her name is Mu Liusu, and she has Ji Xianyin.

I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea breathing softly, full of infatuation and full of anger. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years, standing alone. I still like you very much, like a whale suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, it lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in a thousand words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, I can see you thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like the last stroke of Mr. Chai Tou Feng, I miss you so much. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I am still dreaming, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel. I still like you very much, just like the clouds turning into silky rain, all the tenderness and violence are given to you. I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long and takes refuge in all difficulties. I still like you very much, just like the green leaves in spring and the sunshine in summer, not as good as you. I still like you very much, just like thousands of piles of snow rolled up by a cliff, year after year. I still like you very much, like meteors falling from the sky and fireworks indiscriminately. I still like you very much, like the waves hugging the rocks again and again, trying my best. I still like you very much, just like the wine hidden in the winding alleys and the streets, I can't hide my feelings. I still like you very much, just like Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu in the sound of music in my heart. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself.

Woman-- Keep my love away!

This book is rated as a special record for the author and has guest-starred in the role of Xiao Kuo Ai.

Whether you are a boy or a girl, deduct 1 for females and 2 for males. If possible, add a sentence specific to your last name, such as: My surname is Zhang, but I can't express my love for you.

I don't know how many times I feel hopeless~ It kept getting deleted instantly, so I decided to post the picture instead!

Put the last name of the hero and heroine in the front, and the last character of your own name in the back, and see what it becomes! (Boys use the male protagonist's surname, and girls use the female protagonist's gender.) I'll go first: Song Han Ah... I'm sending cold greetings