Your Memes Are Better Looking Than You - Chapter 14

    Jiang Xun’s Weibo was registered ten years ago, Gu Weigang clicked into it, and the first one was the team Weibo that was forwarded, which was a clip of the wonderful moments of TMW’s previous game. At the beginning of the video, five members of the TMW team boarded the podium of the World Championship and won the highest honor of the game.

    The Jiang Xun in the video clip is the Jiang Xun who Gu Wei is familiar with. Jiang Xun is wearing a headset, his fingers are quickly tapping on the keyboard, the screen is shaking, and the operation is dazzling.

    Gu Wei can’t understand the operation, but he can see the carnival of a group of people in the comments.

    Seeking powder 1: Damn it, the gun at 9 minutes and 30 seconds is absolutely dead. I want to learn from God.

    Xun Fan 2: How many mvp Jiang Xun has won this season?

    Punch 3: No way, big brother Niu x, I have to go back and read it again.

    Pink 4: Big Brother closed his knees.

    Gu Wei scrolls down again, Jiang Xun’s Weibo posts are all about the game, when the practice game is scheduled, and when is the live broadcast, Jiang Xun will be official on the Weibo Notice on the blog. Going forward, Jiang Xun would still post some life news on Weibo earlier.

    However, when the TMW team was not yet famous, Jiang Xun’s Weibo was rarely forwarded and liked. Most of the comments below were left by netizens after they became famous.

    Netizens can only see the grand scene at the moment of success, but never see the words behind the success. The players only need to be bright on the stage, and almost no one wants to understand his growth.

    About three years ago, Jiang Xun posted a Weibo—

    “Esports, no sleep.”

    A photo posted on Weibo is of Jiang Xun and his other four teammates. Seeing the comments, a few people seem to have stayed up for several nights for training.

    Gu Wei laughed the first time he saw the photo. Jiang Xun had a good foundation. After staying up for two nights, he could only see that he was tired. Panda Eye, the five people seem to have just won a small game, and they are showing love for the camera.

    Among the five pandas is a dog-like Jiang Xun.

    Gu Wei laughed.

    At that time, TMW hadn’t achieved the fruits it is today, and a few young people were working together and having fun. This photo, and the one where they held the trophy when they won the world championship, are completely different styles.

    Gu Wei unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, feeling that he saw a different expression pack.

    The emojis of the middle school period are not as fierce as they are now.

    It felt like he saw Jiang Xun in miniature through Weibo.

    He has seen him with no name, and he has seen him scolding Fang Qiu.

    A message popped up at the top of the phone screen, Gu Wei opened the Weibo interface and clicked into the WeChat message—

    [Gu Cai]: How about Jiang Xun, do you think it’s okay, the marriage is set.

    [Love me please give me money]: It’s good, but I refuse.

    [Gu Cai]: Why, you need someone to take care of you because of your problem. The doctor said, find someone to talk to you more.

    [Love me, please give me money]: No, I’m fine now, I can’t influence him. Affecting the state of the world champion is to feel sorry for our country. You go away, I have my own plans.

    [Love me please give me money]: Roar of the Evil Dragon.jpg

    [Gu Cai]: I will contact you Aunt Song after I finish writing the manuscript at hand.

    [Please give me money]: OK.

    On the other end of WeChat, Gu Cai, the screenwriter who wrote the script in seclusion, looked at the new script file in his hand, and said to himself: “Not much, the script was written in about two months, I’ll give you back at that time.”

    Two months only, no problem.

    The absent-minded Gu Wei believed his father’s nonsense, exited WeChat, returned to the Weibo interface, and scrolled down a few more.

    Because of replying to the message just now, Gu Wei forgot to change to his left hand, brushing and brushing, Gu Wei’s eyelids started to fight, so he fell asleep with the phone.

    The screen of his mobile phone also displayed the interface of Jiang Xun Weibo.

    “Still watching your e-sports?” Song Jingxi said, “All day long, my mind is on your game, just finished the World Championship, why doesn’t it stop for a moment? , let you participate in variety shows, just to relax.”

    “I see.” Jiang Xun nodded, “I’ll still go to the club tomorrow, and then go to the variety show group in the evening.”

    “You just need someone to watch and watch over you.” Song Jingxi blamed, “Don’t let you sell your life to e-sports, how is your chat with Gu Wei?”

    “Pretty good.” Jiang Xun recalled how Gu Wei lowered his head in the dressing room tonight, and his eyes were full of smiles.

    “Then you stay together first.” Song Jingxi nodded thoughtfully, thinking of a scene on a hot search video, and scolded, “You accept your rascal temperament, don’t Scared people away, that’s what I finally asked you about.”

    The ancestral temper of the Jiang family is fully reflected in Jiang Zheng and Jiang Ying, but when they arrived at Jiang Xun, I don’t know if it was because of the change of circles, it became a rage Rogue and bad-hearted.

    Song Jingxi doesn’t know about e-sports, but she has seen the live broadcast of Jiang Xun’s game, the “666”, “hahaha” and “hooligans are so handsome” Song Jingxi left a deep impression.

    “What are you talking about again?” Jiang Ying walked out wearing pajamas after taking a shower, “I heard that my brother is going to a variety show, why didn’t you take me with you, I have a good sense of variety show, Whenever a variety show, it must be on the hot search.”

    “Make a good filming of your scenes.” Jiang Xun said, “If you don’t think about making progress all day, you know that Weibo is fighting.”

    Song Jingxi also said: “How many of the more than 20 Weibo accounts you bought recently have been blocked.”

    Jiang Ying was about to refute when the phone he placed on the edge of the coffee table suddenly vibrated violently. On the carpet beside the feet.

    Jiang Xun bent down to pick up the phone: “Can’t you put a little in the center of the coffee table…”

    Jiang Xun’s words stopped here. On Jiang Ying’s phone, a purple app icon flashed a series of messages—

    Super Star Rice Ball [your little baby Gu Wei liked Weibo]

    Super Star Rice Ball [your little baby Gu Wei liked Weibo]

    Super Star Rice Ball [your little baby Gu Wei liked Weibo]

    Super Star Rice Ball [your little baby Gu Wei liked Weibo]