Burning the rope referred to not doing anything during the turn, and only playing cards in the last few seconds of the turn. A game that could have ended in ten minutes could be dragged to thirty minutes.
If two people got angry and burned the rope, it was not impossible to play a game that would take more than an hour.
Xu Qing never did this kind of behavior that harmed others without benefiting himself. Moreover, he was still broadcasting. His opponent was burning the rope with him, so he could not just stand there and wait. He opened Minesweeper and started to play leisurely. He waited for his opponent to finish his turn, and then he played a card before continuing.
"Sometimes there is no other way to play Hearthstone, so it is best to use the computer to play Hearthstone. That way, you can watch movies, Fight the Landlord, Minesweeper … Anyway, you can have more windows and not waste time."
"Host, you look so familiar."
"If I meet you, I will burn you too! What a mess of cards, not a single one of them plays normally. "
"Thief who dropped cards, please mind yourself."
"Hahaha, I want to play this game too."
"Your Minesweeper is so coquettish. If your opponent knew, he would probably have a mental breakdown."
"Isn't he already broken? It's just a drop of cards. Don't be so fragile. Burning the rope just like that? "
"I don't understand, but I can feel that he is angry."
"It's normal to drop his key card just now. Isn't it the happiest thing to drop his opponent's card? The happier I am, the more miserable he is … Human sorrow and joy are not connected, but I can feel his pain. "
Xu Qing was not anxious at all. His opponent was still burning the rope, which made him look a little pitiful.
He could not win, and wasting both sides' time was his final stubbornness.
Why bother …
It was just a game.
Xu Qing smacked his lips and shook his head with a sigh. Even when Jiang He summoned the Supreme Guardian to be defiled by the Priest, he knew to play a little butter game to ease his mood. He would not do something so meaningless.
In the future, he could not casually say that Jiang He was stupid. He was actually very smart.
The smart Jiang He was using her hands to break the dried sweet potatoes and eat them bit by bit. There was not much left. She could break one piece into several pieces and put them in her mouth to taste slowly. She looked like a professional food critic, sitting in the corner of a high-end restaurant, quietly enjoying the delicacies alone.
The sweet potato jerky, which looked very ordinary, was forcibly tasted elegant by her.
Jiang He intended to leave the last small piece for Xu Qing. Seeing that Xu Qing pretended not to see it, he had no choice but to put it in his mouth. Then, he clapped his hands and threw the bag into the trash can, wondering when he should buy another bag.
Slacking was really fun.
Perhaps it was because of Xu Qing's influence, but she had been able to persist for such a long time just to carry bricks. Now that she had to carry bricks for ten hours a day, she definitely wouldn't be able to do it for so long …
Xu Qing was livestreaming while playing games. Jiang He was lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling with his legs crossed, wondering why this was happening.
Usually, when he was resting, he would play games. How could it be so relaxing to take a break now?
Sure enough, it was human nature to slack off.
Listening to the sound of Xu Qing talking to the audience, Jiang He yawned lazily and closed his eyes to rest. Solving questions was even more tiring than practicing martial arts.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but in a daze, the sofa shook and caved in a little. She felt her feet being pulled into an embrace, feeling warm. She couldn't help but move. Her feet rubbed against the hem of Xu Qing's shirt and went under, pressing against his stomach, feeling even warmer.
Jiang He opened his eyes a little and saw that Xu Qing was sitting on the other side of the sofa with his laptop open. She closed her eyes again and asked, "Is it over?"
"Yeah, it's past eight o 'clock."
Xu Qing replied. Jiang He didn't say anything else and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
If only life could go on like this forever.
Her toes gently brushed past Xu Qing's stomach. Listening to the sound of Xu Qing typing on the keyboard, she really wanted to sleep like this.
Xu Qing tilted his head and looked at him, feeling more and more that Jiang He was a cat.
White Gourd sometimes liked to step on his stomach, just like Jiang He was doing now. It seemed to be called milk stepping?
White Gourd, who was lying on the cat tree, shook his whiskers and didn't know why Xu Qing was looking at him like that.
Feeling Jiang He's feet moving down, Xu Qing's mind became clear and he subconsciously grabbed her ankle. Jiang He paused and moved back to the original position.
"What do you want to do?"
"…"
Jiang He didn't say anything and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
This person took her feet when he needed to, and asked what she wanted to do when he didn't need to.
"Do you want to make it up to me because you feel guilty for using that excuse to not study so many times, or do you want to use this excuse to avoid studying next time?" Xu Qing continued to ask.
Oh no, he saw through me … Jiang He continued to pretend to be asleep.
If he dared to speak again, he would hit him …
Fortunately, Xu Qing didn't say anything again, and the clicking sound of the keyboard sounded again.
He was not a gentleman, but this kind of thing … The first two times were really unexpected. Thinking about it afterwards, he couldn't help but feel a little conflicted.
Also, he couldn't let Jiang He get used to this kind of thing. Normally, they would sleep together and do something they liked. Why would they do that all the time …
It shouldn't be.
To establish a healthy concept of gender for the ancient people, although it was still far away, he couldn't lead it astray.
After sorting out the dramas for the next few days, Xu Qing looked up at the time, rubbed his nose and stood up. "Get ready to take a shower and go to bed. You don't seem to want to play games tonight."
His nose was a little stuffed. Maybe he had a cold. He called Jiang He and went to the cabinet where the TV was placed to find medicine.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang He saw him take out a pill and throw it into his mouth, and couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.
"Just a cold … I'm sick."
Xu Qing swallowed the medicine and put the box back into the cabinet before coming back to pour a glass of water. Looking at Jiang He's appearance, he asked curiously, "You've never been sick before?"
"Very rarely." Jiang He shook his head and looked at him worriedly, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. This is not a serious illness. I just feel a little dizzy and have a stuffy nose … I'll be fine after a nap."
"Oh … do you want to go to the hospital?"
"What's there to be afraid of? I won't die." Xu Qing shrugged, "Don't make a fuss."
"You're right."
Jiang He was relieved. He nodded and went to the bedroom to get his pajamas to take a shower.
Xu Qing sat on the sofa and rubbed his nose. With the medical conditions in ancient times, a cold or fever could easily develop into pneumonia … It seemed that he often heard on TV that people would occasionally catch a cold and then die.
Jiang He … should have a strong immunity, right?
He thought about it and was not sure about the female hero's immunity. When Jiang He came out of the shower, he carefully felt his own state and then thought about it, "Let's sleep separately tonight."
"Ah?" Jiang He was stunned.
"I'm afraid that I'll pass the illness to you … Is that what you said? Oh, anyway, I'm afraid that I'll pass it to you. That's all. I'll sleep here for the night. " Xu Qing cupped his hands. He wanted to imitate the ancient people but failed. He took a tissue to wipe his nose and went back to the bedroom to find his pajamas. He also took the pillow and the dried quilt to the storeroom.
Anyway, he had slept in the same bed for several days. There would not be any rejection if he moved back.
Jiang He looked at his back and seemed to know why Xu Qing refused just now.
"Are you really okay?"
"I'm fine. It's just a small problem."
Xu Qing waved his hand. He only hoped that he would be fine after taking the cold medicine and sleeping. It was only a slight illness now.
He would make a packet of medicine later. It would be better to use both methods at the same time.
With this thought in mind, he boiled a pot of water before entering the bathroom. After taking a shower, he just happened to soak the medicine. After drinking it, he said good night to Jiang He and went back to the storeroom to sleep under the quilt.
A reasonable routine was better for recuperation. If he did not treat a small cold seriously, it would be too torturous for the next few days with nasal congestion and dizziness. Not only would it delay the production of the video, but the recording would also be delayed for a few days.
Xu Qing did not like these accidents. Moreover, when the sword arrived tomorrow or the day after, he would have to make the promotional video of the sword seller. He could not play with the sword with a runny nose.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, the door of the storeroom was pushed open. Jiang He floated in like a ghost. The phone in her hand was reflected on her face, giving her an eerie feeling.
"What's wrong?" Xu Qing was puzzled and sniffled hard again.
"I just checked. You're going to die."
"…"
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