Chapter 9 I declare you killed the game
I found a hotel nearby and checked in with my luggage. The main entrance of the Regent Hotel could be seen from the room window.
It’s not that the luck of the reborn is so terrifying, but he specifically asked for good lighting in the room.
He went to the window to admire the sunset, and suddenly felt that he should not have blocked Lu Mingze so early.
As an older brother, I have the responsibility and obligation to use the nickname "Xi Yang" to help him recognize the dangers of society, so that he won't become a green tea girl's bootlicker when he enters university and society in the future.
He found a perfect angle and froze the city and sunset on the phone screen, but Lu Mingfei was not satisfied no matter how he looked at it.
It would be perfect if there was a girl in the photo with her back to the sunset, smiling brightly and looking at the camera with love in her eyes.
"For you, I used up half a year's savings and traveled across the ocean to see you~ For this reunion, I even practiced my breathing repeatedly when we met~"
Lu·Bathroom singing god·Ming Fei used the shower head as a microphone to vent his longing for his wife.
After singing a song, he combed his wet hair back into a slicked-back style, stared at the wet handsome guy in the mirror for a moment, and couldn't help shaking his head.
This face is quite handsome, but unfortunately it hasn't fully grown up yet and looks a bit petty.
As for my figure, although I can’t be called skinny, I don’t have much flesh on me either. I really don’t know how I have managed to survive all these years.
After washing, I took out my phone to order some takeout, but I found that there was no Yellow and Blue Army this year, and I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
After getting married, he basically never ate takeout, but he still missed the taste of gutter oil occasionally.
After all, during the time he was wandering around in anger, the best food he had ever eaten was fried noodles cooked with gutter oil for two yuan a portion.
When he first registered QQ, his online name was "Wind-Eating Boy", because he had really eaten northwest wind and felt that the taste was very ordinary, and it was the same as not eating it at all.
If Typhoon Dandelion had not arrived in time, he would probably have continued to be a wind-eating boy for a while.
Life is not easy, Ming Fei sighed.
Just as he was getting dressed and preparing to go outside to find food, a crisp "ding dong" sound came from his cell phone.
"Go ahead, see you the day after tomorrow."
A girl wearing a baseball cap sent a message with no beginning or end, and then went offline after sending it, leaving Lu Mingfei completely confused.
Don’t have money to buy traffic, or are you worried about being harassed by bootlickers?
"Chen Wenwen... looks a little familiar."
After thinking for a moment, I finally remembered who this was.
Just as he complained before, the rich second generation of Shilan Middle School do not need to worry about food, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, so they have more energy to focus on pursuing the opposite sex.
When young boys and girls are attracted by beauty, they often disguise it as love at first sight, that is, falling in love because of the face.
They like whoever is pretty.
In addition to Chu Zihang, who has always topped the list of school beauties and school hunks, and his childhood sweetheart, there are also three beautiful girls in Lu Mingfei's class who attract much attention.
And Chen Wenwen is the class beauty in their class.
In terms of figure and appearance, she is actually not as good as the other two pretty girls in the class.
But her painting style is quite unique, a mixture of artistic girl and pure first love, which directly captivated those capitalist reserve fans.
The most vivid memory I have about her is that a fool heard that she liked dandelions, so he picked an auspicious day and confessed to her while holding a dandelion in his hand, with "Dandelion's Promise" playing on the speaker behind him.
Such a feat naturally ended in failure.
Not only were the dandelions that he had worked so hard to pick blown away by the wind, but he was also arrested on the spot by the dean of studies who came after hearing the news, which became an anecdote in Shilan Middle School.
If he were to say that person, he would be a complete idiot. The literary girl was just using Dandelion to establish her character. How could there be a fool who took it seriously?
This way of expressing love, speaking loudly can easily blow dandelion seeds all over people's faces. What's the difference between this and Yan S... what? Maybe there are girls in the world who don't like roses, but they definitely don't exist in Shilan Middle School. The classmate on duty that day was kind-hearted for not beating up the unfortunate child.
However, no matter how glorious other people’s youth is, it has nothing to do with Lu Mingfei.
He was a gaming and animation expert in the eyes of the boys in the class. He had no common topics with most girls, and he had even less in common with literary young women like Chen Wenwen, with whom he had hardly ever spoken.
But now...
Looking at the short message which consisted of only seven characters including punctuation marks, but which could be analyzed into an 800-word essay from the perspective of a bootlicker, he had a bad feeling.
If I remember correctly, there was a literary club in his group chat list, which seemed to be the club founded by Chen Wenwen.
Could it be that my buddy has also become a slave to this little white flower? Not sure, let's wait and see.
Lu Mingfei felt that he should not be so short-sighted as to like this kind of literary and pretentious girl. His standard for choosing a partner has always been a girl who can play games with him all night long.
Well, except for the hanging dog just now.
If you are a bad player, practice more. If you can't beat them, don't play. If you want to cheat, I suggest you die first.
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That night, Lu Mingfei feasted alone in Sha County.
Steamed dumplings and wontons, a classic combination with a familiar taste.
Kassel College was wealthy, and the professors and admissions officers sent by the college would not come to the restaurant for food, and he did not expect to run into foreigners here.
The cool breeze is very suitable for taking a walk after a meal to digest the food.
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Lu Mingfei squatted at the curb, silently watching the people coming and going, the endless flow of vehicles, and the brilliant neon lights of the CBD.
Thousands of lights were reflected in the boy's eyes, but unfortunately, not a single one was lit for him.
At this moment, a classic melody sounded in my ears, and the street singer who had been fiddling with his equipment for a long time finally started singing:
"The iron pot, crying for pot repair with tears, the new pot and pot with broken corners are placed randomly..."
The broken Cantonese singing, without any technique but full of emotion, instantly made the curious onlookers nearby scatter.
The little bit of emo emotion that Lu Mingfei had worked so hard to build up was instantly shattered by the singing.
Sure enough, I couldn't hold it in until twelve o'clock.
After picking his ears, Lu Mingfei was too lazy to continue watching other people in pairs, so he turned and left.
It just so happened that someone in the gaming group specifically asked for cruelty, so he decided to go to the Internet cafe to let them see what cruelty was.
In the presidential suite of the Regent Hotel not far away, the red-haired girl leaned against the window and looked at the night scene with dim lights in the distance. The resentment of being completely abused by others in her heart gradually faded away.
After all, StarCraft is the only skill Lu Mingfei can show off, so it is understandable that he lost.
Norma is the secretary of the college, so it is impossible for her to devote too much computing power to playing games with her. Otherwise, she would easily catch a mere internet-addicted teenager who has not yet awakened.
I looked away and was about to take a bubble bath when I caught a glimpse of a thin figure out of the corner of my eye.
"Hey, that looks like Lu Mingfei." Nuo Nuo moved closer to the glass to avoid having her vision obstructed by the reflected light.
But now it's the weekend, and there are a lot of people in the CBD. The thin figure was quickly drowned in the bustling crowd.
Jiude Aki, who was sorting out materials for the interview the day after tomorrow, heard this and walked over to her side, looking down together. All he saw was a sea of people and he couldn't tell who was who. "Norma said that Lu Mingfei had a quarrel with his aunt and ran away from home. Why didn't he stay at a friend's house, but came here instead?"
After Nuo Nuo was defeated and scolded by Lu Mingfei, Norma informed them that Lu Mingfei was not in the Internet cafe he usually went to.
Then, the campus secretary used some insignificant means to obtain the conversation between Lu Mingze and "Xi Yang" and learned that Lu Mingfei had run away from home.
The specific reason is still unclear, but Norma soon found out that Lu Mingfei's account had been used for transfers and withdrawals, and no one knew what he was doing with the "huge" amount of cash.
"The interview is the day after tomorrow. Maybe he wants to buy some decent clothes." Nono accurately took out a page from the information in the hands of the senior sister and pointed to a certain paragraph.
"According to the information, when Shilan Middle School held the Spring Festival Gala last year, all the boys in Lu Mingfei's class wore formal clothes and went on stage to dance. He was the only one who could only watch from the corner of the stage because he didn't have a formal dress."
"Oh, what a sad story." Shude Aki said with sympathy.
She is Japanese, and bullying is very serious there. The mere fact that she cannot participate in group activities without a dress is enough reason to be bullied.
"As for what you said about staying at a friend's house." Nono put down the thin but extremely heavy page of information and killed the game with one sentence:
"Does he... have any friends?"
(End of this chapter)