The mobile phone screen glowed coldly, and in the live broadcast, Zhao Tianlong was sitting on an e-sports chair with his legs crossed, holding a can of limited-edition drink in his hand, and smiling at the camera.
"Does a waste like Ye Chen deserve to be called a data analyst?"
Zhao Tianlong knocked his drink on the table, bubbles splashed out, "He's not even qualified to carry my shoes.
If I hadn't been kind enough to take him in, he would still be picking up garbage in some nook and corner. "
The barrage flooded the screen like crazy - 666, Brother Long is domineering, see through dog, get out.
Zou Yuhang put his phone on the bed and took a deep breath.
The rental house is only five square meters, with a single bed, a folding table, and three boxes of instant noodles piled in the corner.
The air was mixed with the musty smell of damp walls and the rancid smell of leftover food in the trash can.
He lowered his head and glanced at the reposts of other netizens on the phone screen. The comments were all scolding "Xiruan Dog", "E-Sports Circle Cancer" and "Get Out of God's Realm".
