Chapter 81
[This game can be played like this?]
[It turns out Leng Zhi was processing all the information all by himself! Wow!]
Moreover, he was able to organize everything his four teammates did in a methodical way.
The little one pursed his lips and looked up at Jiang Yijing: "Daddy, this is the last time I'm giving it to you!"
Jiang Yijing's hand was grasped by the baby's soft little hand and placed on the joystick that controlled the direction: "Leave it to Daddy, I don't mind!"
This was Jiang Yijing's first time playing a claw machine.
The tall man was forced to kneel down, gripping the mini joystick and carefully choosing the position of the grappling hook.
Jiang Mingzhe squeezed to the side of the claw machine, his little face pressed tightly against the glass, trying hard to get his bearings right: "Yes, yes! This is the spot!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yijing awkwardly pressed the grappling hook button.
Unfortunately, this time they just grabbed nothing at all.
Jiang Mingzhe patted his father on the shoulder and said righteously, "It's okay, let's continue to catch Bulbasaur Zygarde!"
On the other side, Leng Zhi was experiencing the freedom of the wind.
Cool.
After taking care of my kid for three days, it's time to return to my free esports life.
Jiang Yijing huddled between the two rows of seats, breathing shallowly.
He made up his mind to secretly follow his bad father!
Jiang Yijing had not participated in such a parent-child program for a long time—to be precise, she had never participated before.
Excluding parent-teacher meetings and other events that require guardians' participation, he rarely participates in Jiang Mingzhe's leisure activities.
Before the child was brought to his care, these tasks were all done by Jiang's grandmother. Going back even further in time, to when Jiang Mingzhe's biological parents were still alive, he, as the second uncle, was even less obligated to undertake these duties.
The eldest brother and sister-in-law were very responsible parents, and Jiang Mingzhe was well-educated before the age of three. After that accident, Jiang Mingzhe was adopted by Jiang Yijing, and Jiang Yijing's work pressure increased sharply due to the sudden death of his eldest brother.
Under the tutelage of his grandmother and the maid, Jiang Mingzhe gradually developed into a lawless little devil, which is why he intervened, took the child in, and hired Leng Zhi.
Fortunately, with the help of experts and the completion of major projects, Jiang Yijing has entered a period that is not too busy.
After the initial joy of being the child's first choice wore off, he felt a subtle sense of bewilderment.
However, since Leng Zhi had already been given a leave of absence, he couldn't bring himself to invite him to participate again.
The housekeeper received two phone calls from President Jiang today, both asking if the schoolbag for the spring outing the next day was ready.
When the third repeated call came in, he finally couldn't help but say, "Mr. Jiang, this is just a trip to an amusement park, not a desert island survival mission. If you're really worried, you can have Mr. Leng accompany you."
"Mr. Leng, are you interested in going?" Jiang Yijing's calm voice came from the other end of the phone.
The butler glanced at Leng Zhi, who was busily packing his small bag, and hesitated before saying, "Uh, it seems that Mr. Leng is going out tomorrow."
Jiang Yijing: "".
The housekeeper hung up the phone and couldn't help but scratch his head.
Why is President Jiang acting so strangely? Although President Jiang has always focused on discipline in education and rarely had the opportunity to play with Jiang Mingzhe, he seems to be asking too many questions today.
Hmph, he heard everything the navigation said—running errands, that's all a lie to the kid! That bad dad clearly just went out to play secretly!
Jiang Mingzhe rubbed his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on Leng Zhi as he hung up the phone and went back to his room.
The curious child raised their hand and asked, "Whose phone call was it?"
Without even looking up, Leng Zhi marked Qian Yun's number as an advertisement, saying succinctly, "It's a harassing call; I shouldn't answer it."
I don't know who leaked his phone number, but this is the fourth "harassing call" to his private phone today without prior notice.
That's why he harbored a little mischief, wanting to tease this impolite guy.
Jiang Mingzhe pouted, showing little interest in the answer.
He thought it was his uncle calling!
He suddenly remembered something, quickly took off his small watch and handed it to Leng Zhi: "Meng De has surpassed me again!"
The clock face displays the familiar Squirrel Battle leaderboard, showing that the highest score belongs to Meng De from the next class.
113 points.
The production team delivered special meals for this group of patients. The meals were delicious, visually appealing, and not too greasy, which was perfect for Jiang Mingzhe.
Of course, no extra stars were collected either—after all, this group wasn't participating in the game today, so they were already likely to fall behind.
Without Jiang Mingzhe and Leng Zhi to support them, a significant portion of the fans who stayed for their live stream left disappointed today, and the number of viewers in the live stream dropped considerably.
Although this season's ratings have reached a new high compared to the previous season, the director is not satisfied.
He compressed the afternoon's recording schedule as much as possible, and organized other guests to visit Jiang Mingzhe at four o'clock.
The reason they didn't choose to do it after dinner was because Leng Zhi ultimately followed Jiang Yijing's arrangement and let Jiang Mingzhe rest for another day to recover his energy, thus delaying the recording of the content originally scheduled for the seventh day by one day.
He actually wanted to postpone it for another day because Li Chi had told him that the activities on the last day would be very intense, and Jiang Mingzhe, who was recovering from a serious illness, might not be able to keep up.
The surrounding audience was thrilled, and every time LSG team got a new kill, Jiang Yijing could hear heartfelt applause and cheers from the crowd.
The commentator's speaking speed gradually increased, and the intensity of the 20-minute match was no less than that of any Olympic event.
"Alright! LSG's jungler has secured another kill. It seems LSG still holds a solid advantage in the jungle skirmish... Wait, why did the jungler suddenly stop moving? Doesn't he want the jungle resources anymore?"
In the scene, Meng Cheng's Bloodthirsty Blade suddenly stopped in the middle of the screen, and after a few seconds, he cast two more skills at thin air.
"Huh? Is it stuck?" According to their procedure, they first conduct a round of interviews to understand the basic information of each person, and then arrange 5v5 practice battles for them. They then go back to watch the practice battle videos to confirm the level of the players and conduct a screening.
The manager's secretary knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Yu, it's time. I'll invite the first contestant in."
After obtaining Yu Fu's consent, she pronounced the contestant's name clearly and distinctly: "Contestant number one, Luo Hongshuo, please come in."
Yu Fu almost fell off his boss's chair.
Luo Hongshuo?
How come this person shares the same name as our mid-laner? This world after transmigrating is quite chaotic. Tianyao has become Diyao, and now someone with the same name as our old friend is also playing esports.
"Tap, tap, tap tap"
The knocking sound was just like Brother Luo's habit: two slow knocks followed by two fast knocks.
Yu Fu was made a little nervous by the familiar knocking sound and sat up straight.
The man who entered was a young man who looked like a student. He gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and fixed his gaze on the body covered.
The door slammed shut, shutting out the outside noise.
Luo Hongshuo looked at Yu Fu, who was sitting in the boss's chair with his mouth wide open, and suddenly laughed: "Heh, what are you doing? You're a boss now, don't you recognize me?"
Yu Fu began to stammer incoherently: "You...you, holy crap, Brother Luo, you..."
Like Leng Zhi and the others, Luo Hongshuo also saw this recruitment information.
As the mid-laner with the best academic performance and the most quick-witted mind in the team, even though there was no precedent for Leng Zhi and Zou Shu to prove each other, he immediately thought of the possibility of traveling through time at the same time.
He just didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
Just as his facial features remained somewhat similar to his original appearance after he transmigrated, Yu Fu also retained a considerable number of his physical characteristics.
Add to that his idiotic reaction—what kind of boss opens their mouth during an employee interview, doesn't say a word, and just stares at the person intently?
If a boss is really like that, even if you get cured, you'll probably just be drooling.
After a long pause, Yu Fu blurted out, "Then why would I need to recruit a mid-laner? Let's just keep playing!"
Luo Hongshuo pulled out a chair and sat down, neither confirming nor denying: "Indeed, the situation is better than I expected; I even have a companion."
Yu Fu rubbed his hands excitedly: "Come on, sit next to me. There are three more contestants, let's choose together! It's a pity the captain isn't here, he's such a good judge of character!"
“Speaking of the team leader,” Luo Hongshuo leaned forward and said seriously, “Let me see the interview list. I had considered it before I came. If it really is you, he might already be here.”
"Why did it suddenly act up?"
Just as the audience had guessed, an unexpected situation did indeed occur in the contestants' room.
Meng Cheng's game screen suddenly went black.
He could still hear the game sounds in his headphones, the mouse cursor was lit up, and when he tried to unleash a skill, he could still hear the special effects sounds.
"Referee, request a timeout!" He immediately pressed the call button to speak with the referee.
However, the other side acted as if they hadn't heard a thing.
Meng Cheng panicked and turned sharply to Leng Zhi: "Captain, the referee is ignoring me, what does that mean?"
Without hesitation, Leng Zhi immediately moved his hero to Meng Cheng's location to provide reinforcements: "You go and collect jungle resources, I'll continue to request a pause. The referee in this match is that useless guy again, he's probably messing with us again."
Meng Cheng was taken aback: "How do we continue?"
Leng Zhi turned the computer screen, tilting it to the left towards Meng Cheng, and then unfolded the mini-map.
Meng Cheng suddenly understood.
The minimap on the map contains a lot of information, such as the location of teammates and the presence of neutral resources within the field of vision. It can be said to be a place that players need to pay a lot of attention to in professional matches.
The minimap can be expanded into a medium map that occupies a quarter of the screen. The downside is that it will block part of the normal field of vision, but it also makes it easier to see the movements of teammates.
This was a bold and confident move.
Meng Cheng will have to look at his own small avatar on Leng Zhi's screen map to determine his location.
Without being able to see the monster's location or know its health bar, this is almost like fighting blindly.
From the audience's perspective, LSG's jungler paused for a moment, then quickly got moving again.
The commentator exclaimed in surprise, "The jungler is moving again! Was it just a network fluctuation? It seems he really is going to expand his advantage and take over the enemy's jungle resources."
Meng Cheng quickly wiped out a group of giant lizard monsters.
They had played tens of thousands of games and knew the location, health, and damage of all the monsters by heart. At this moment, they actually killed the monsters without missing a single detail.
The support hero with the cold-blooded control also came to the side of the Bloodthirsty Blade Battle.
He hid in the nearby bushes, keeping an eye out for any enemy counterattack.
Sun Wei was completely dumbfounded.
He certainly knew why Meng Cheng was stuck.
The equipment in city races is not inspected as rigorously as in official races. This has happened before, and the race is usually paused with the referee's permission to replace the equipment before continuing.
Sun Wei's inner devil was laughing wildly: Isn't this a golden opportunity?
Jiang Mingzhe was very understanding: "It's okay, I just need to rest for a day, and I can go record the show the day after tomorrow!"
He wasn't feeling sorry for the uncles and aunts on the show; the child had no idea about the huge team behind the show's production. He just wanted to see his friends as soon as possible.
The doorbell rang; the children who had come to visit had arrived.
As soon as Leng Zhi opened the door, four little bundles of joy squeezed in through the gap and passed by Leng Zhi's legs.
"Hello, Uncle Leng!"
How is Jiang Mingzhe?
Where is he?!
The little ones, wearing colorful masks, flew into the bedroom like four butterflies, leaving their parents and photographers unable to keep up.
"Duoduo, slow down. Brother Mingzhe is sick. Don't disturb him."
"Yoyo, don't run! Watch out for the steps!"
Jiang Mingzhe immediately perked up and excitedly greeted his friends whom he hadn't seen all day: "How many stars did you guys get today?"
He leaned against the headboard, wearing a small mask, afraid of infecting his friends with germs. Although his face couldn't be seen, his voice couldn't hide his excitement.
However, what his friends said next completely froze Jiang Mingzhe's smile hidden under his mask:
"I got 8 stars! There were so many games scheduled today, and I easily got so many stars!" Duoduo exclaimed loudly, without a care in the world.
Xixi and Xiaoyu were very thoughtful; they only reported numbers.
"I have 10."
"I also have 8."
Youyou didn't say anything. She was a precocious child and knew that this was not fair to Jiang Mingzhe.
After these rounds of games today, the gap between them and Jiang Mingzhe has been narrowed considerably.
Even when the zoo staff voted for their favorite young zookeeper, Jiang Mingzhe was not included in the voting options because he had not been able to participate in the two-day recording.
Old Qi said with great regret as he checked the box: "Oh dear, if only the kid who protected the giraffe yesterday hadn't had a fever."
Jiang Mingzhe felt wronged: "How come you suddenly have so many stars..."
Xiaoyu comforted him, saying, "Don't be afraid, you're still number one. Get well soon, the day after tomorrow is the last day! You'll definitely be number one!"
He made a lot of sense, and Jiang Mingzhe nodded vigorously: "Yes! My dad is amazing!"
Leng Zhi: "...?"
The pressure came on him.
It's like the two sides are locked in a stalemate, pulling back and forth for the past two days. If you score one point higher, I'll score one point higher too. In this back and forth, my score has improved by ten points compared to the day before yesterday.
The watch was quickly returned to Jiang Mingzhe, and the score on it returned to 114 points, bringing Jiang Mingzhe's name back to the top of the list.
Leng Zhi felt this wasn't a solution. He needed to have Jiang Yijing talk to the other party's parents tomorrow. He couldn't be too insistent, or he would soon be unable to use the squirrel game to amuse Jiang Mingzhe anymore.
Tomorrow is the day trip to the amusement park organized by the kindergarten, and he will have a completely free day off. The task of negotiating with other parents will also be handed over to Jiang Yijing.
Cool!
Jiang Mingzhe then asked, "Are you really not coming to the amusement park tomorrow? Everyone else's parents go together!"
Leng Zhi was ruthless: "I'm not going." He wanted to take a vacation.
Only then did he realize that the background noise on the other end of Jiang Yijing's phone was very noisy, and he could vaguely hear scattered words such as "[champion]", "[advance]", and "[LSG]".
"You went to the site? Wow, that's so efficient!"
Jiang Yijing: "Ahem, I'd like to see what kind of team this is."
Ling Feng teased, "How about it? This is a team that your wife secretly set up behind your back."
Jiang Yijing pretended not to understand Ling Feng's words and said calmly, "They are a very strong team, and their goal is the world championship."
Ling Feng: "Really? So what's the matter with Diyao's official team? Don't even think about giving them a guaranteed championship. That goes against the spirit of esports, and Leng Zhi won't be happy either."
Jiang Yijing sometimes really couldn't stand Ling Feng's tendency to imagine a whole bunch of problems before even listening to what others had to say.
He was blunt: "Get lost. I have no such thoughts. On the contrary, I have encountered some unfair treatment here."
While the two were communicating on the phone, changes were taking place on stage.
It seems that the "unfair treatment" has been resolved.
Jiang Yijing briefly summarized the cause and effect to Ling Feng, who finally got to the point this time: "It seems that Leng Zhi has already resolved it himself and you don't need to step in. However, if you need him again later, I can help you make the connection."
A business card was quickly forwarded to me on WeChat; it belonged to the chairman of the Diyao Alliance.
“This man invests in hotels privately, has dealings with my father, and is quite familiar with him. The chairman isn’t too busy, so you can contact him directly if you have any questions.”
Ling Feng laughed and said, "This is a favor you owe me. Leng Zhi might encounter other injustices in the future, and he'll need it eventually."
After hanging up the phone, the crowd began to disperse as the city competition ended.
Leng Zhi looked down at the combination lock and immediately understood the reason.
Duoduo pointed at Jiang Mingzhe and laughed loudly: "You're terrible! Let me recite it for you!"
She imitated Jiang Mingzhe, first reciting it twice, then confidently raising her head: "Red birds, blue clouds..."
"No!" Jiang Mingzhe interrupted her, "You're wrong! It's a blue circle!"
Duo Duo was dumbfounded: "But aren't clouds just blue and white?"
That was her nickname, and she knew it all too well. Her mother loved the clouds in the sky and often took her and Le Xinzhou to lie on the lawn, gazing at the ever-changing clouds in a daze.
Next, Xixi and Xiaoyu also tried the challenge, but only Xiaoyu, who was a little older, was able to barely remember it.
The announcements from the combination lock kept echoing in the room, giving the guests a headache.
The Red Team was in a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere. The little one, who only needed to remember four words, had turned the search into a tacit competition. All that could be heard was the "snap snap" sound of the ornaments being picked up and put down.
Xixi was the first to find the ornament with yellow clouds printed on the bottom. It was a mini Christmas tree model, and he solemnly handed it to Leng Zhi: "Uncle, I found it!"
Leng Zhi rubbed his head and took the ornament: "Great."
Leng Zhi: "...?"
However, Yoyo got stuck on the third bend.
It wasn't a technical problem, but rather—the kid in front of me was driving terribly.
Jiang Mingzhe, Xixi, and Duoduo's three cars blocked the entire narrow track from an odd angle.
Youyou was very anxious: "Hurry up and drive!"
Jiang Mingzhe was also anxious: "I want to too!"
Duoduo covered her face: "We've blocked it."
Xixi pulled the handle back and forth to move the race car forward, but the little race car didn't budge: "..."
No matter how skilled Youyou was at driving, she couldn't get through the completely blocked road. She could only clutch her head in anguish and look at the staff.
The production team quickly gave instructions: "Then let's adjust the vehicle positions so that all the children's cars can move normally. Considering the first-come, first-served principle, move Youyou's car a little further back."
Two minutes later.
Youyou slammed her hand on the steering wheel: "Why is it blocked again!"
In the end, Yoyo could only follow behind the three of them, forced to become the last racer to arrive. This may become Yoyo's worst result in racing history.
"Congratulations to all the children in the Red Team for reaching the finish line! I declare the Red Team the winner of this escape room challenge! We will be determining the MVP shortly. Children, you can open the gifts prepared for you by the production team now!"
Jiang Mingzhe quickly opened the gift box and found that it contained a model of a toy car just like the one in the second secret room.
That's all! He'd already driven the toy racer and had absolutely no interest in this unoperable little model.
He first looked around at the other kids, wanting to exchange gifts, only to find that everyone had the same toy car model—which was natural, as the production team had specifically chosen this small gift to unify the theme of the challenge.
His eyes darted around and landed on the bad dad.
"Dad! This gift is for you!"
Jiang Yijing followed the crowd and prepared to leave, but at that moment, he heard other people whispering.
"Sigh, that small team actually suffered a loss."
"What do you mean? Didn't the organizers say they would conduct a thorough investigation?"
"You haven't followed many city races, have you? I've been watching for two years and have participated in several cities. This kind of situation is not uncommon."
"Not uncommon? That's not necessarily true."
"You don't know, do you? Because there are too many match locations in the city tournament, the league can't manage them all. So in some areas, there are referees who take advantage of the situation and collect protection money. Some teams have complained about it before, but it didn't cause much of a stir, and there's still no resolution."
"My God, can this... can this still be called esports?"
"Well, it's a bit of a gray area. The referee questioned the player and asked for a timeout according to the rules, so there was nothing wrong with the procedure. However, many small teams with poor mentality were scared off by this and their performance plummeted."
The passersby chatted and walked away, but Jiang Yijing stopped in his tracks.
He turned against the flow of people, his gaze falling on the huge signboard of the city competition.
This is definitely not the kind of esports event Leng Zhi wanted to participate in.
Jiang Yijing thought to himself.
Without hesitation, he dialed the number on the business card that Ling Feng had sent him.
"Hello, Mr. Zhu, I am Jiang Yijing from the Jiang Group, a friend of Ling Feng."
Jiang Yijing's name carries considerable weight in the business world, and since the person opposite him was Ling Feng's friend, he immediately greeted him respectfully: "Hello, hello, I've heard so much about you..."
As Zhu Hechang listened to Jiang Yijing explain his purpose, his expression gradually became serious.
Leng Zhi clicked into the team's group chat.
But what kind of place is the "internet cafe" that the bad dad mentioned?
Jiang Mingzhe used his rich imagination and finally deduced from the word "net" that this should be a place where one could catch goldfish.
He couldn't help but clench his little fists.
That's even more outrageous! The kindergarten once organized a goldfish scooping competition, and Jiang Mingzhe was the runner-up!
He's going to secretly follow his dad and suddenly appear when his dad can't catch the goldfish, saving him from his predicament!
Jiang Mingzhe imagined a scene from a fantasy novel and couldn't help but chuckle. He quickly covered his mouth and peeked at Leng Zhi in the driver's seat.
Fortunately, the music reached its climax, drowning out Jiang Mingzhe's snickering, so Leng Zhi didn't hear anything.
Jiang Mingzhe's camera was held against his chest, only able to capture the dark leather back of the chair.
So the live stream screen was just a swaying black screen with upbeat background music and the occasional giggles of the cubs.
Soon, the popularity of Leng Zhi's group's live stream soared, and viewers were kept in suspense by Jiang Mingzhe.
He chuckled softly, put away his phone, and joined his teammates' discussion.
"I think there's something wrong with the tactics here. They could have pushed for jungle resources, but they shouldn't have..."
"Bang--"
Suddenly, the door to the players' room was kicked open violently, and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the sound.
The person who came in was a young man with slicked-back hair. He was wearing a leather jacket, had a cigarette in his hand, and his eyes were very unfriendly.
His gaze swept over the LSG team members, finally settling on the innermost group without lingering.
"Hey, you're here, Yan Heng. Why didn't you say hello before coming to the competition?"
Inside, a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses looked up, his brows furrowed.
He is Yan Heng, the captain of the LS team.
Leng Zhi had a good memory, and he recognized the man in the leather jacket.
Sun Wei, the jungler for WRC's second team, is also a special guest referee for today's S City Tournament.
When the host introduced him, he acted like a successful person, sharing his e-sports experience with the audience. But now that he's barged into the players' rest room, he's completely changed his tune.
Yan Heng: "Why aren't you staying in the referee's box? What are you doing here?"
The two were locked in a sharp exchange, and it was clear from their conversation that they had some kind of grudge.
Sun clicked his tongue: "Tsk, you know I'm the referee, didn't you beg me to come and play with you last week?"
"I didn't know at the time..." Yan Heng said, "I just hoped that we could go back to the days when we played games together."
Sun Wei scoffed: "Who wants to go back? I'm the jungler for WRC's second team now. Next year, the marksman from the first team will retire, and maybe I'll become the starting jungler."
It's normal for positions to change within a team. Many players will change their lane assignments at the club's request in order to secure a starting position.
"I've always wished you well on your professional career path, but if you had focused on our team back then and hadn't quit right after the season ended, maybe our team could have..."
Yan Heng couldn't continue speaking.
From a personal development perspective, Sun Wei's departure from the team and transfer is a more prudent approach. Rather than hoping that the smaller team can make a comeback next year, it would be better to accept the invitation from a larger team directly.
However, Sun left just before the city competition the following year.
The departure of core members who had developed a strong synergy undoubtedly led to LS team disappearing from the scene for the next year.
Sure enough, Sun Wei laughed and said, "You're kidding me. Your little team only lasted two rounds in the playoffs. What difference would another year make? Following you is just a waste of time."
He pressed his advantage, continuing, "Why don't you go back to your hometown and find a job? What's the point of the city tournament? To be honest, none of the teams that come here have ever had the chance to see a real competition. They're just here to dream and have fun."
These words struck at everyone, including the LSG team.
Zou Shu was the first to speak up: "What are you saying? You're just from the second team, and now you dare to criticize the city competition?"
Sun Wei then noticed the other team in the same room.
"Mind your own business, what's it to you?" He exhaled a smoke ring.
"If that's your mindset, then you're showing a lot of disrespect for esports."
Leng Zhi, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. He stopped crossing his long legs and stood up, exuding a sharp aura.
“Every participating team deserves respect. Instead of wasting time trash-talking your former teammates, you should review a few more games and think about why you weren’t a starter.”
The Jiang residence is not in a remote location; it only takes ten minutes by car to reach the nearest internet cafe.
Because the surrounding area is mostly comprised of wealthy people's villas, whose owners are not the target demographic for the internet cafe, Xinxing Internet Cafe's business is not very good.
Xinxing Internet Cafe has become a strange place where half of the people are idle elderly people from nearby urban villages chatting and playing chess, and the other half are delinquent teenagers.
When a Cayenne pulled up in front of the Xinxing Internet Cafe, the aunties playing cards at the entrance all turned their attention to the car.
Jiang Mingzhe also caught up from behind.
From afar, he could see the bandaged man and Xiaoyu locked in a stalemate.
He rushed forward, squeezed past the bandaged man, and hugged Xiaoyu: "I'm here! Close the door quickly!"
Xiaoyu snapped out of her daze and quickly pulled Jiang Mingzhe into the next room. Only after Xixi closed and locked the door did she finally feel at ease.
At this moment, he finally came to his senses and realized where the familiarity of the laughter came from.
"Hey, that bandaged weirdo from earlier! It's my uncle!"
Xi Xi & Jiang Mingzhe: "Huh?"
Jiang Mingzhe gestured in the air a couple of times: "But your uncle wasn't injured, so why is he bandaged up and turned into a monster?"
Xiaoyu: "Maybe he's playing a monster?"
Jiang Mingzhe suddenly realized: "Does that mean our parents will also turn into monsters here and come over to scare us!"
Xixi nodded: "That must be it. No wonder Uncle disappeared too. They all went to become monsters!"
Jiang Mingzhe's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile.
Hmph, it seems the bad dad is hiding inside the haunted house! He's going to catch the bad dad himself!
Upon seeing this, Leng Zhi put down his phone.
Jiang Mingzhe is bolder than he expected.
Although Yun Jingcheng's acting skills were somewhat worrying, Jiang Mingzhe was still very brave, managing to slip past the monster and reunite with the other kids under such circumstances, showing a truly good gaming mentality.
Leng Zhi felt slightly relieved, but then he became bored.
If only there were a computer here, the little adventurers would have enough time to play two or three games before reaching the final level.
Yesterday, Jiang Yijing generously gave him a raise, which arrived in his bank account that very evening.
After paying off the original owner's credit card loan, he still had a small sum of money left, enough to support his daily expenses until next month.
This means he doesn't need to rely on gaming companionship to make money for the time being. The Mario order was originally just to solve the immediate problem left by the original owner; as for the longer-term future, he certainly wouldn't be able to earn 30 million by gaming companionship.
Ultimately, the goal is to develop in the direction of forming a team.
Leng Zhi sat up straight and suddenly realized something.
Jiang Yijing's request for a daily phone call was to solidify the couple's public image.
But if his image as a wealthy stepfather becomes too deeply ingrained in people's minds, wouldn't that block his path to becoming a professional player in the future?
With that in mind, Leng Zhi decided to take this opportunity to call President Jiang.
After all, it was a live variety show broadcast, and there were no cameras pointing at them for the time being, so it was a good opportunity to fool the boss.
Esports players are faster than they are; in the next second, he had already dialed Jiang Yijing's number.
It was as if someone on the other end was waiting in front of the phone; the call was answered just two seconds after the ringtone.
Leng Zhi mimicked his lover's expression, putting on a professional smile: "Yi Jing, it's being prepared..."
"Sister Li, this car doesn't look cheap."
"Yes, this is called a Cayenne, it costs a million. My son's boss drives one of these."
"It's from the villa area next door, why are you parking in front of our place?" Leng Zhi: "?"
Leng Zhi accepted the small car model, which held no interest for him either, without any expression on his face.
Suddenly, on a whim, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of the model.
Very good, show the boss the friendly parent-child relationship between him and Jiang Mingzhe appropriately.
President Jiang must be very touched and satisfied when he sees this.
Jiang Yijing stared at the pop-up dialog box on his phone screen, lost in thought.
Is this education expert giving a work report, or showing off a gift?
Jiang Mingzhe never gave him any gifts.
Confused, President Jiang began to wonder if he needed to pay more attention to his relationship with Jiang Mingzhe, otherwise why did this new stepfather receive gifts while he, the biological father, received nothing?
Leng Zhi gasped. Oh no, he had flattered the wrong person. Did President Jiang take his picture as a boast?
He wanted to make amends, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
To better foster the father-son relationship, Jiang Yijing decided to start with his stepfather, who was currently taking care of the child. He then added:
Leng Zhi: "..."
The subsequent comment was, of course, from Zou Shu. He used his own phone, tablet, and his mother's phone to vote for Leng Zhi, and even mimicked the fans' words to post another comment:
Because of the program schedule, Jiang Mingzhe splurged today and enjoyed a two-star meal at a restaurant.
Jiang Mingzhe ate with shining eyes at the delicious food on his plate, nodding repeatedly at Leng Zhi's words.
"Okay! No problem, Dad! I'll be good while you're not here this afternoon!"
To make the two gold coins worth their price, Leng Zhi took a picture of the cub enjoying its meal and sent it to Jiang Yijing.
Leng Zhi raised an eyebrow. How could someone as busy as President Jiang reply to a message so quickly?
Clicking on the image reveals Jiang Yijing's simple work meal, healthy but bland, much like his children's nutritional meals.
Leng Zhi didn't understand. He was reporting on his work, so what did it mean for President Jiang to send a photo?
Is this also part of the couple's performance?
So he showed the photo to Jiang Mingzhe: "Look, this is what your eldest father ate."
Incidentally, the phone's screen also appeared in front of the camera.
Jiang Mingzhe looked at the food in the photo, which was exactly the same as the nutritious meal in front of Leng Zhi: "?"
When Jiang Yijing received the message, she thought it was a call from Leng Zhi, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was just two everyday posts.
This is probably another trick by education experts to avoid making phone calls.
He subconsciously typed out five words, "Remember to call," but then suddenly realized that this was really a rather disappointing boss.
Finally, he deleted those five words, sent "OK", and took another photo.
He chewed slowly, thinking to himself that if he didn't receive the call during the day, he could consider calling it himself at night.
Leng Zhi and Jiang Mingzhe devoured the food in a flash, cleaned up the plates, and immediately returned to their guest room.
Seeing that Leng Zhi had spent two stars on food today, Li Chi subconsciously assumed that the other party wanted to change rooms: "Brother Leng, do you want to change to a three-star room? The staff can help with your luggage, just wait a moment..."
"Who knows? They definitely didn't come to our internet cafe."
"That's true, but if you're not online, why are you parking in front of Boss Xu's door? Doesn't that affect his business?"
Aunt Li spat out the sunflower seed shells from her mouth, stood up, and called out to the Cayenne, "Young man, this is the parking space for the internet cafe. Don't park here if you're not going to use the internet!"
The Cayenne came to a stop at the side, perfectly positioned within the marked lines. Amidst the disapproving gazes of the aunties, the car door opened, and a pair of long legs stepped out.
Leng Zhi took off his sunglasses and nodded slightly to them.
"Thanks for reminding me."
He's...quite handsome. Aunt Li was a little stunned. Before she could stop him, the fair-skinned and handsome young man had already entered the store.
"Network administrator, get on the computer."
Jiang Mingzhe's bad luck with the puppy plush toy didn't carry over to the next machine; he grabbed two Bulbasaur Z-Men in a row. One in his left hand, one in his right, he quickly forgot his earlier unpleasantness: "I'm the King of Claw Machines!"
Youyou happened to pass by Jiang Mingzhe from behind. She put her hands in her pockets and looked cool: "That's it, the claw machine king?"
Jiang Mingzhe turned his head, dumbfounded. Shao Qi walked in front of Youyou, carrying a large bag containing at least five or six different dolls.
At this point, the other students had also completed the claw machine project, and the whole team returned home with a full load, heading to the next project.
To make the park experience more convenient for visitors, the plush toys won can be packaged and shipped to the address specified by the visitor.
Jiang Mingzhe watched enviously as Youyou packed the dolls in a large cardboard box, while he only had a small cardboard box the size of his head.
He couldn't help but think of Leng Zhi.
If Bad Dad were here, these claw machines would be a piece of cake; he could easily take them all home! Bad Dad could catch ten!
Fortunately, Bulbasaur Z was cute enough that Jiang Mingzhe didn't show any other dissatisfaction, and Jiang Yijing didn't notice either. Jiang Mingzhe secretly compared him to Leng Zhi in his mind and then came to a conclusion:
Big Daddy, Cai Cai.
After everyone had left the area, Leng Zhi quietly emerged from behind the claw machine.
Thank goodness, he shouldn't have come so early.
He had already inadvertently entered the kindergarten grounds before the rest of the kindergarten had left.
Fortunately, Youyou and Jiang Mingzhe remained in front of the fixed machine and did not notice him.
Leng Zhi stood in front of the claw machine where Jiang Mingzhe had spent the most coins, staring at the plush toy that was only centimeters away from the exit, lost in thought.
He was too far away to see clearly what toy Jiang Mingzhe was trying to grab. He only knew that the two toys, one big and one small, had been there for a long time, so long that his legs were getting numb and he wanted to leave.
It turns out it's a husky.
Leng Zhi stared at the doll that resembled his own emoji, unable to understand what it was about this somewhat dim-witted doll that attracted Jiang Mingzhe.
He put in a few coins, and with a burst of cheerful music, the claw machine started.
He gently rubbed the joystick, then decisively pressed the grappling hook button.
Hook out, hit.
The grappling hook got stuck at just the right angle around the dog plush toy's neck.
The key point is that the five of them never argue, and the other four will even optimize their ideas on their own.
This... is simply a terrifying team battle machine, the kind with perfectly written code.
[God, my God, this is the ancient Greek god of tactics]
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