"Are you sure you want to play this game?"
Meng Yao explained: "It's a stand-alone game. I just play it to kill time. It's not an online game."
Rong Yiqing smiled brightly: "It feels quite interesting, sister-in-law, please teach me."
He slightly tilted his head and stared at Meng Yao's screen: "It feels a little familiar. I remember playing it when I was a kid. It seems like a long time ago..."
Meng Yao demonstrated to him and told him the tricks: "See? As long as the falling blocks are in a row, they can be eliminated. The more blocks you eliminate, the higher the score you get."
“It feels quite interesting…”
Rong Yiqing also couldn't wait to get started: "I'm a little addicted..."
"By the way, what is the name of this game?"
"Tetris."
Rong Yiqing nodded: "No wonder it looks so familiar, I played this when I was a kid. Sister-in-law, you seem to like playing this kind of game very much, are you addicted to it?"
"Addicted?" Meng Yao thought for a moment: "No, I just play games to kill time when I'm bored. I'm not addicted."
Rong Yiqing would occasionally turn his head to watch Meng Yao playing games, and from time to time he would praise her: "Such a high score, you are so awesome, sister-in-law."
Meng Yao knew how bad she was at playing, and she felt a rare bit of shame when she listened to it. But after listening to it so many times, she no longer felt the same way, and she even generously taught Rong Yiqing some skills.
Rong Yiqing was very sweet-mouthed and always praised people. Meng Yao felt a little flattered by the praise and no longer felt bored.
There is no one who doesn't like to be praised, but Meng Yao considers himself to be an ordinary person.
Rong Yiqing recommended another game to Meng Yao: "This game is also good, it's a competitive shooting game. Sister-in-law, do you want to try it?"
Meng Yao shook her head and refused: "I don't really like these tactical shooting games. Small games are best for relaxing the body and mind. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, so I don't like these thrilling and exciting games. Small games that calm the mind are best, and they can also satisfy my temper."
"Really? I thought my sister-in-law would like this kind of competitive game."
Meng Yao shook her head: "I still like small games that are pleasing to the body and mind. Forget those games with overly violent scenes."
Rong Yiqing laughed for some reason, because he suddenly remembered the heroic scenes when Meng Yao beat up haters. Such a person with amazing fighting power just liked warm and beautiful little games.
This may be the contrast.
The award ceremony had not yet begun. Meng Yao took out a bottle of water from her bag and placed it on the table in front of her, soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup.
There was mineral water prepared at the venue, but Meng Yao was not used to drinking it, so she brought her own.
Rong Yiqing glanced over and was quite surprised: "Sister-in-law, why has your taste changed so much?"
Meng Yao unscrewed the bottle cap, blowing a breath of hot air before taking a sip.
Her movements were so skillful that Rong Yiqing was extremely shocked. Everyone knew that Meng Yao couldn't live without milk tea.
"Your brother prepared it."
She explained.
Rong Yiqing finally understood this time: "Don't tell me my brother is quite... considerate."
Meng Yao nodded and rubbed her temple: "It's very considerate."
At this time, most of the guests had arrived, and suddenly there was a noisy noise coming from the front. It turned out to be Meng Qingqing walking over slowly, and then led by the waiter to her seat.
Meng Qingqing was wearing a high-end white dress. She was sitting in the same row as Meng Yao, but there were a few seats between her and Meng Yao.
Meng Yao immediately withdrew her gaze, too lazy to play along with her, and then continued to play her own game with her head down.
If she remembered correctly, Meng Qingqing seemed to be the last to appear. Given Meng Qingqing's status, she definitely wouldn't have gotten that order, and she probably did a lot of things with Rong Zhen.
The person in charge had originally mentioned the idea of the finale to Meng Yao, but Meng Yao refused without hesitation. Not to mention how many veteran artists were sitting on the stage, the other point was that it was bad to think about having to stay outside for so long before going on stage.
Meng Yao never cared about the order. She was used to being free and uninhibited, and she would come whenever she wanted.
After a while, the venue manager was seen rushing in one direction. It turned out that he had an argument with another artist and staff.
Meng Yao asked the people around her and found out that the first-line actress was supposed to be the last to appear, but Meng Qingqing forced herself to shorten the time and appear after her.
The actress was extremely angry and immediately went to the person in charge to ask for an explanation.
The person in charge could only do his best to apologize and appease.
Meng Yao didn't expect that Meng Qingqing got the finale by scheming. She was probably relying on Rong Zhen, which made her so fearless.
Meng Yao twisted her wrist, but just felt a little stiff and numb.
Rong Yiqing laughed beside him and said in a low voice, "She is so smart, I don't know how many people she has offended. She is so reckless and doesn't know how to restrain herself, for fear that others don't know that she has a backer."
The quarrel over there has subsided, and the person in charge left, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Meng Yao took another sip of water: "Who cares about her?"
"How could my Third Uncle have a daughter like her? I would say they don't look alike at all. Not only do they look alike, but I would say their tempers are also very different. If she had one-tenth of my Third Uncle's intelligence, she wouldn't have ended up like this."
Meng Yao tightened her grip on the cup for a moment, then slowly loosened her grip.
The host has come on stage. He is an actor with considerable experience.
What followed was the same opening speech as before. Meng Yao was too lazy to listen anymore and just fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist.
Meng Qingqing saw the quarrel not far away, but she ignored it. She also knew that the person in charge would not come over. After all, everyone knew who her backer was.
Meng Qingqing didn't talk to the people around her. Before, when she didn't have to rely on others and was looked down upon, she naturally needed to maintain good relationships. But now, there is no need for that at all.
She opened the chat interface on her phone and confirmed it again before she breathed a sigh of relief.
The disgusting image of Meng Yao holding several trophies lingered in her mind, and she would always remember the glory that was obscured from her.
This time, we can't let Meng Yao continue to be in the spotlight like this.
The strange dreams she had often appeared at night, leaving a very deep impression on her. Sometimes she could not distinguish between dreams and reality, and even felt that what happened in the dreams was real.
In that dream, Meng Yao was like a homeless dog, who could only wait for his own mercy and charity.
Her hatred for Meng Yao grew day by day. She remembered how much of her belongings Meng Yao had taken away. Meng Yao was like a sinful intruder who had made her life a mess.
Meng Qingqing looked up irritably, and her eyes accidentally met Meng Yao's.
The other person's eyes were as cold as a splash of cold water. Meng Qingqing felt that her memory of the dream seemed to be a little shattered.
(End of this chapter)