Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

Chapter 13

The next day, the squad leader and deputy squad leader's bruised nose and swollen face caused an uproar in the class.

The old class summoned them to the office for several times but did not get any results. They usually have a good reputation, and they have never heard of offending anyone. For a while, everyone in the class was in danger.

Fang Zhimo saw it in his eyes, but he didn't say a word to the old class in a daze. He only deliberately stayed until the end after school, stepped on the locked door and walked out of the back door of the school, slowly walking towards the game room .

Fang Zhimo walked to the game room and found that there were not many people in it.

Presumably because of yesterday's incident, today's game room business is not so hot, the boss is sitting behind the counter sighing, drowsy.

Fang Zhimo walked to the counter, knocked on the table, and asked, "Boss, how much is one coin?"

The boss looked up and found that it was a little boy, not much higher than the counter, probably a low-grade student.

At that time, video games had just come out, and country Z hadn’t realized the great harm of game consoles, so elementary school students were still the main force in the game room, but the students in the lower grades obviously didn’t have the financial resources of the upper grades, and they were often scared away when people came to ask. up.

The boss guessed that this must be another person who was scared away, clicked his tongue in his heart, and said patiently: "One yuan each."

Fang Zhimo snorted and said with a smile, "It's so expensive. Is there a discount for buying more?"

When the boss heard it, he burst into laughter: "The child is so loud. How many do you plan to buy?"

Fang Zhimo stretched out his hand to grab casually in the schoolbag, and touched several big unity.

In the old version of the renminbi, the ten-yuan banknote printed a pattern of people's representatives stepping out of the Great Hall. Because the representatives of the people's congress come from various ethnic groups, it is called "Great Unity".

Prices at that time were very low. A pack of Raccoon’s instant noodles cost 5 cents, while a popsicle cost only 2 cents.

That is to say, with this 20 yuan united piece, you can buy 50 packs of instant noodles, or [-] popsicles, and Fang Zhimo just touches it, and people around him immediately lock on to it.

Fang Zhimo didn't notice it, counted five of them and handed them to the boss, then sat down contentedly beside a pile of game coins, put in the coins, and pressed the buttons.

The games at that time were very simple, and one coin could be played for a long time. Some children came over and could play for a whole afternoon with one coin, so the owner of the game room was superficially glamorous, but in reality he was suffering.

This is the first time he has counted so many game coins in a hurry, and he has tried it several times with those big groups, almost from ear to ear.

"Hey, hey, don't rub like this here, just like this..." The boss is in a better mood, and his service attitude has improved a lot. Seeing that Fang Zhimo can't even use the joystick in a duel, he can't help but teach him how to do it. How to play.

While manipulating the characters to spar with NPCs on the game console, he was explaining, level by level, KO again and again.

After killing another difficult boss, the boss proudly raised his eyebrows at Fang Zhimo: "Did you see it? Have you learned it?"

Fang Zhimo watched silently, and quickly memorized the rubbing keys he used, then smiled and said to the boss: "I have learned it. Do you want to fight against me?"

The boss thought you were a brat, you played poorly and wanted to fight me?

That's all, for the sake of you being the patron, let me do it.

So the two people took the game coins from the basket and threw them into the hole, and began to choose people.

The boss is a person who is good at this. No matter which role the opponent chooses, he knows how to choose a role to restrain the opponent.

Because he just chose a strength player, when he saw Fang Zhimo follow him to choose his role just now, he smiled slightly, slid down a few roles, and chose a dexterous internal skill player.

With a "snap", both of them selected their roles, and the screen flickered, ready to start fighting.

The boss with ease controls the little bald head to jump up and down, and Fang Zhimo's character is teased by him to fly a kite.

The boss looked at the right time, released a catch action, and made a big move with lightning speed.

The power of this move is quite great, and those who are caught by him are almost certain to die.

However, what the boss didn't expect was that the child seemed to have expected that he would make a move at that moment, and he had already swayed and ran away the moment he released his catching skills.

The boss gasped inwardly, and glanced at the child, who was manipulating the character back with a serious face.

The boss thought about it and guessed it was a coincidence.This kid couldn't even shake the joystick just now, how could he have such a sharp prediction.

Thinking of this, the boss suppressed his inner doubts and began to make serious moves.

The boss has been running the game room for so long, but after all he still has two brushes, forcing the child to retreat again and again, unable to resist.The boss snorted softly, thinking that it was indeed a coincidence just now.

After warming up for a while, the boss gradually found a rhythm, did a few moves on the spot to accumulate energy, and chased the child a few steps to take him away.

Who knew that the child who had been retreating just now suddenly exerted strength, made several inexplicable big moves one after another in front of a fire hydrant, grabbed the little bald head and beat it up...

After a while, the boss thumped the machine and let out a roar: "Damn it!"

The mechanical female voice came out: KO

——The little bald head rushed to the street.

The boss raised his head, glanced at the child who was sitting next to him on the machine and was casting the cast leisurely, and thought to himself, this child is quite evil, right?

...It's a pity that I, Lao Yang, am a person who doesn't believe in evil.

He reached out to remove the cigarette stuck in his ear and lit it, puffing and saying, "Come again."

Fang Zhimo chose a bald head this time, while the boss chose a wretched uncle.

After playing for a while, the sound of the boss beating the machine while cursing the street sounded again. The few customers in the shop heard the sound and came to watch the battle one after another.

"Hey, look at Lao Yang's crush."

"It's rare to see Lao Yang deflated, this time it's interesting."

"Hahaha, I was beaten like this by a third-grade elementary school student."

Fang Zhimo controlled the people in the machine, glanced back at the speaker, and corrected lightly: "Fifth grade."

The man said "ah?", and Fang Zhimo said again, "It's not the third grade, it's the fifth grade."

"Oh~" the man laughed out loud in a drawn-out tone, "So it's the fifth grade! The age is in double digits! Lao Yang, I don't think you're so ashamed!"

As soon as the words came out, the people watching the excitement all laughed: "Yes, this is not wronged!"

"Hahaha……"

"Damn it, stop playing! This kid is really a ghost!"

Lao Yang lost several times in a row, feeling a little embarrassed, stood up with a huff, and went back to the counter to collect his money.

Fang Zhimo played other games for a while, feeling dull.

He glanced outside the door, and saw that it was already dark, so he took the remaining dozens of coins and put them on the counter: "Old Yang, keep them for me."

Lao Yang counted the coins and put them away for him: "There are still 27 left, next time you come directly to me to get them!"

Fang Zhimo nodded, and walked back slowly with his schoolbag on his shoulders.

After walking not far, Fang Zhimo felt that someone was following up from behind, counted the shadows cast by the street lights, and estimated that there were only four or five people today.

The group of people got closer and closer, but they were not in a hurry to make a move, and Fang Zhimo was not in a hurry, and continued to walk slowly.

It wasn't until he saw the figure squatting on the pile of prefabricated slabs where he was hiding yesterday that Fang Zhimo stopped and looked up.

This person is the gangster who slapped Tan Xiaobo in the face and mocked him yesterday.

The leader of the gangster squatted on a high place, his long hair dyed and highlighted hung down to cover the right half of his face, the tip of his chin was exposed, and he was smoking a cigarette. Feeling like a local emperor from which tribe.

But the way he crouched on the prefab...

how to say,

If he wasn't still wearing pants, it would almost be suspected that he was squatting on the prefabricated board to defecate.

The gangster smiled at him, smoked the cigarette in his hand, threw the cigarette butt down, and then jumped off with his hands.

With this jump, he finally got rid of the immediate sense of sight of the toilet emperor, and a strong sense of ruffian came over him, causing several horsemen around him to applaud him, shouting that the boss is so handsome.

"Little brother, what grade is this year?" The gangster smiled 'kindly' at him and asked kindly, "How many people are there in the family?"

Fang Zhimo slung his schoolbag casually, and suddenly saw the eyes of several pony boys glued to each other.

He raised the corners of his lips, pretended to be trembling, and said, "Fifth grade."

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Meow, it’s on the list, this Sunday will be updated _(:з」∠)_