"Slurp."
"Slurp."
The rhythmic yet harmonious sounds of sucking echoed throughout the open restaurant on the first floor.
"Keep your voice down!" a woman's voice said, slightly annoyed, muttering as if she had something stuffed in her mouth.
"Aren't you enjoying it too? Why are you criticizing me?"
Gao Ang scooped up the freshly cooked instant noodles from his bowl and swallowed them in one big gulp. He had to admit, with a beautiful woman by his side, even a four-and-a-half-yuan bowl of instant noodles tasted much better than any beef ramen.
That chewy texture, elastic yet soft, smooth yet refreshing, a big bite fills your mouth with pure bliss.
Because he was so engrossed in his self-training and testing, Gao Feng forgot about the time and forgot to buy ingredients to make braised pork for Xia Weiwei. However, it was precisely because he forgot this that he avoided the fact that he didn't know how to make braised pork being exposed.
He used a whole bunch of humiliating conditions to get Xia Weiwei to temporarily forgive him. Ordering takeout was out of the question. Luckily, there were some instant noodles at home, so Gao Ang made her a sumptuous instant noodle dinner.
To be honest, instant noodles cooked in a pot taste completely different from those cooked in plain water. Gao Ang was almost convinced by his own superb noodle-cooking skills. "I really didn't expect instant noodles to taste so good. Want a sausage?"
Several eggs have already been added to the instant noodles. The broken egg pieces mixed with the noodles make the broth in the bowl look even more delicious. Adding a sausage would make it even more tasty.
Xia Weiwei ignored him, picked up the bowl and finished the soup, then slammed the bowl and chopsticks on the table with a "bang," and said to Gao Ang expressionlessly:
"You clean up, and remember, you owe me a meal of braised pork!"
After saying that, she turned and left without looking back, leaving Gao Ang with only her slender back view.
He slurped the noodles hanging from the corner of his mouth into his mouth, shrugged indifferently, and continued his noodle-eating spree with an air of superiority.
After finishing the soup and noodles in the bowl, I threw all the dishes and chopsticks into the automatic dishwasher. Then I cleaned the first floor again. It was already 9 p.m.
While taking a shower, Gao Ang noticed another problem: his skin seemed to have changed.
Not only has it become more elastic, but the color has also changed noticeably.
Although Chinese people are generally considered to have yellow skin, it is sometimes mixed with white, black, or other colors, so it doesn't look as pure as it could be.
But his skin color is now becoming increasingly bright yellow, a golden yellow that he has seen not only on gold, but also on clods of earth in the fields where he grew up.
The yellow soil that is piled up after grinding dry clods of earth is this color.
Standing naked in front of the full-length mirror, I swayed from side to side, observing the changes in my body. My "spare tire" was completely gone, and my pectoral muscles and abdominal muscles had formed a perfect inverted triangle.
Turning around and turning his head, the lines of his latissimus dorsi muscles are very obvious, and you can see the infinite explosive power hidden under his skin with just a little effort.
From the shoulders down to the waist, it forms a perfect inverted triangle.
If you puff out your body, you can see that the latissimus dorsi and gluteus maximus muscle groups form a perfectly symmetrical shape in the mirror, one above the other in a staggered manner.
"It's too perfect. If it were to enter a bodybuilding competition, it would probably win an award, right?"
Gao Yang talked to himself vainly, occasionally touching his biceps and pectoral muscles.
The message on Lao Wan's WeChat was a "ding-dong," urging him to get a job—no, urging him to start a live stream.
"Get things done, hurry up and start the broadcast, it's been a while since I've streamed anyone else's show." He added a sharpening knife emoji, it seems Lao Wan also really likes the 'divine summoning' trope.
"I'm here, wait two minutes!"
He hastily dried himself, blew his hair, and then, with his bare bottom exposed, opened the Douyu live streaming app.
"We have a fan club activity today, should we give it a shot?"
Lao Wan is now a regular viewer of Gao Ang's streams and has even helped him create a fan group, which has grown to over two hundred members. Although the number isn't large, it's still a gathering place for hardcore Dota Auto Chess enthusiasts. Sometimes Lao Wan even funds small tournaments out of his own pocket, making him practically the steward of Gao Ang's streaming world.
"Let's not bother, it's a waste of money. We can't compete with those who have guilds." He skillfully logged into Steam, entered the game, and started a single-player match to avoid long loading times during matchmaking and making other players impatient.
"I'm not short of money."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Three super rockets shot out. Gao Ang checked the fan club's points ranking. He only ranked fifth with more than 60,000 points. The first place had more than 320,000 points, which meant that the first place had spent more than 30,000 yuan on gifts.
It's infuriating! Do all rich people treat money like it's nothing?
"What lineup are you planning to play today? Still God Summoner?" Lao Wan asked Gao Gao in YY.
"This is boring, I'm tired of it, let's try something different. Your fan club has already reached number one, you decide the lineup." As he spoke, Lao Wan gifted 50,000 yuan worth of items, and the fan club's ranking soared to number one in the Auto Chess section.
"Let me think... If we're going to play, it has to be something disgusting, and it has to be something that can be built up quickly, preferably something that can have a certain combat power with just seven people... How about divine magic?"
"Divine magic? Let me think about it."
Opening the chess piece encyclopedia, Gao Ang checked the Warlock class heroes one by one: Shadow Fiend, Witch Doctor, Necromancer, Alchemist, etc. To collect all four gods, you must use the Demon Sorcerer, unless you can find Zeus later. However, Zeus is an orange card that is hard to come by. Among the Demon Sorcerers, Lion is a particularly useful hero, but Lion is a Demon, which conflicts with Shadow Fiend.
Fortunately, the two demons can activate the divine attribute, which is the effect of reducing skill cooldown. In addition, the warlock can leech life... Gao Ang thinks this strategy has potential.
"Let's give it a try, start swinging!"
"You play with divine magic, I'll play with beast spirits!"
There must be a little devil living deep inside Lao Wan, otherwise why would such a delicate and beautiful woman like to violently bleed others?
Those matched with people who paid exorbitant fees began complaining in the public chat:
"Holy crap, Ang Ba Ye is here again?"
"What 'Eighth Master'? He's called 'Grandpa Ang Gua'!"
"It's fun to cheat for a while, and it's even more fun to keep cheating."
Seeing these casual players mocking him so rudely, Gao Ang couldn't stand it, especially since he was duo-queuing with a girl. He was bound to fight back against such blatant sarcasm.
"The official statement says there are no problems, so what are you guys still arguing about? If you're too scared to play, just say WTF!"
Seeing the streamer's boldness, the enthusiastic viewers were also extremely excited:
"Let's have a battle of wits! Eighth Master will fight them with words. Whether he's using cheats or not, we know. Let's take them down!"
"I love the intellectual battles the most, Eighth Master. How about we pull him onto YY for a one-on-one intellectual duel?"
"You guys really love making things worse. I think we should meet up and have a hand-to-hand combat!"
"..."
Ang Gao knew that his impulsiveness was negatively impacting his livestreaming career, and he tried not to get so angry. But he clearly hadn't cheated; he had only thought about it for a moment, and the card appeared. How could he be blamed?
Is it because he's too outstanding?
Is it because he has superpowers?
The mere thought of how he had inexplicably become this wretched state, and how it might even affect his ability to have children, filled Gao Feng with rage. Coupled with the constant chatter from these random players, he couldn't contain his emotions and launched into a verbal battle.
After he had vented his anger, he was momentarily dazed: What happened to me? I used to be so easygoing!
Lao Wan also sent him a message on WeChat, asking if something was wrong...
He verbally denied it, but his hands didn't stop moving. He was still smoothly operating the game, deciding which cards to buy and which heroes to play, but his mind was racing.
Do I have to become the kind of person I hate the most?
Once you have a little power, you start to lose control and want to vent your anger violently?
It's normal for players to have some doubts. If it were them, they would also have some doubts about that card-drawing efficiency, and might even take screenshots and report it.
I used to be able to tolerate all kinds of sarcastic remarks, and I could even influence sarcastic viewers to join my side. But why have my emotions become so violent now?
Could it be because of that white sphere?
This thing not only improves a person's physical condition, but it can even affect a person's mental state?
He can still undergo some physical tests, but what about his mental health? Should he see a psychologist?
Tell them that you accidentally gained mutant abilities, and that you have become very emotionally unstable and urgently need their help.
Let alone whether people believe it or not, even if they do, there don't seem to be any psychological counseling cases or treatment methods related to this on this planet.
With his mind in a state of confusion, Gao Ang directly opted for the "empty city" tactic, aiming to suffer consecutive defeats and gain a greater economic advantage. The only downside was that his health would be significantly reduced.
By the thirteenth round, there were hardly any cards he needed left on the bench.
"Eighth Master, something's not right. Your luck has turned sour?"
"I came to see the hanging decorations, and you're showing me an empty city?"
"What happened to the promise that whatever you call out will come true?"
Viewers were dissatisfied; Gao Feng was too quiet tonight, and the atmosphere in the live stream was somewhat subdued.
"What are you busy with?" Old Wan probably sensed that something was wrong with him and sent another message.
"Hmm? Nothing, just thinking about something." Gao Ang snapped out of his reverie.
I glanced at the bench area; it was a mess. I still had five Healing Trees in my backpack, and my health had been reduced to 50. Fortunately, the economic reward for the losing streak had reached its maximum.
Seeing this, Gao Ang had another guess:
I was so engrossed in analyzing my own emotions that I inevitably neglected the game, and my attention was diverted. As a result, there weren't many cards I wanted on the board or bench.
To verify his judgment, after surviving the fourteenth wave, Gao Ang immediately increased his population to six and then started drawing cards.
The Divine Mage comp requires three Divine class cards, as well as Shadow Fiend, Dark Seer, Lion, and Witch Doctor, which together make up a complete seven-unit Divine Mage lineup.
With the cards he needed in mind, Gao Gao pressed the 'D' button to draw cards.
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