Chapter 798

After returning to the apartment, Song Ci first looked at Erhuang.

But Er Huang, the God of sleep, is really well-known. He is lying on the blanket in the cage and sleeping comfortably.

The stored dog food in the automatic feeder has been eaten up. It's a dog that sleeps after eating.

Erhuang has finished eating dog food and gone to bed. Song Ci doesn't have to worry.

Holding a laptop, Song Ci is ready to see if there is anything to improve the guiding spirit.

Seeing that Song Ci was so diligent, Chu Rong also took out his laptop and improved the final function of the live broadcast software.

The knockout of the three stages will last four days, but it has little to do with them.

Because they're finished.

Although they didn't play in the next four days, their team still had two teams and three teams.

If you make the live broadcast software well as soon as possible, you may also let the second team and the third team take the opportunity to publicize a wave.

Of course, it also depends on fate.

If there is a game between team 2 and team 3 tomorrow, it is estimated that it will be out of play.

So it depends on your life.

Song Ci checked the guide wizard made yesterday and found that there was no problem. He put the computer on the tea table, took off his shoes and sat on the sofa.

Holding a pillow and a mobile phone, I don't know what I'm doing.

Chu Rong saw Song Ci's action in his busy schedule. He sighed helplessly, put down the computer and entered the room.

Soon came out of the room with a black blanket in his hand.

Song Ci kept his head down and stared at his mobile phone. He didn't seem to notice that Chu Rong had left and came back.

When the black blanket covered her leg, Song Ci looked up at Chu Rong.

"What are you doing?" Chu Rong covered Song Ci with a blanket and asked casually.

He asked casually. Chu Rong didn't expect whether Song Ci would answer.

After all, Chu Rong thinks he is a good person and respects Song Ci. Song Ci has its own personal space, isn't it?

Well, Chu Rong thinks highly of himself.

"Look at the microblog." Song Ci pointed the mobile phone screen at Chu Rong and motioned Chu Rong to look at her mobile phone screen.

Chu Rong looked over and his face was black.

Song Ci's microblog is good, but what's the matter with a big beauty on the screen?!

"Do you like it very much?" Chu Rong's face was unclear, which made people unable to distinguish what was in his mind.

"I like it." Song Ci smiled. She said she likes to brush microblogs on the couch.

But Chu Rong completely misunderstood.

His face was so dark that he felt that he had no good mood to kiss Song Ci today.

“……”

After watching Song Ci silently for a while, Chu Rong suddenly sat aside and silently started the live broadcast software.

"What's the matter with you?!" Song Ci asked, looking at Chu Rong, who was suddenly silent and had a particularly gloomy breath.

"Nothing." Chu Rong didn't turn his head and said faintly.

Song Ci: "

Song Ci always felt a little strange, but seeing Chu Rong's fingers knocking on the keyboard and his serious face, he put down this strange idea for the time being.

Continue to sit on the sofa and brush microblogs.

Chu Rong tapped the keyboard while looking serious.

However, where Song Ci can't see, the computer is not a live broadcast software interface, but a post.

Moreover, as time went on, Chu Rong's face became darker and darker.

Song Ci, the culprit on one side, has been staring at the mobile phone screen.