"Tsk." Lin Mingfei looked at the invitation letter again and again, and said softly, "Team Calabash."
"Has our P team actually fallen to this point?" Shi Ya sighed while holding his forehead.
"Fortunately, there are still teams willing to play training matches with you. It's not too bad." He Youjin said: "And I didn't ask for it, it was their manager who took the initiative to invite me."
"Oh?" Shi Yaqi asked, "How did you meet?"
"At that time, I just came out of Jiutouniao's club. That guy... couldn't go to the village or back to the store, and he couldn't get a taxi on the side of the road. The mobile phone was prone to lose signal. I thought I was going to I died in a foreign country, and then I crashed into the nanny car of Team Hulu.” He Youjin recalled the situation at that time: “Then their manager gave me a ride, and kept complaining to me that if they don’t win another game this year You may not be able to qualify for the qualifiers for the live broadcast, BLABLA."
"So you hit it off right away?" Lin Mingfei asked.
"Yes, he kept telling me thank you for my dedication." He Youjin said quietly.
"..."
There was silence in the Wither team's club.
Xia Tong poked his face out from behind Lin Mingfei, his small eyebrows were wrinkled, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He slowly pouted his lips, pouting higher and higher until his little nose wrinkled.
"Don't know why... I feel good! Mori! Gas!"
Bo Yu: "Me too."
Zhou Yanjun: "Also, Bibi is still angry because he didn't make an appointment for a training match."
Lin Mingfei's five fingers tapped on the crook of his arm in turn, and turned to look at He Youjin.
"Then what did you tell him?"
He Youjin sneered: "I, I held his hand and said from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry, big brother!"
"You are quick to speak harshly." Lin Mingfei said.
"That's not the case! If you lose! I'm really afraid that the sponsor will give me back the money that was transferred!" He Youjin gritted his teeth and said, "If that's the case, I'll be so ashamed and angry that I'll use the money immediately. Yan Jun's trouser belt hanged at the gate of the base! You bastards will owe me your debt for the rest of your life!"
Zhou Yanjun was frightened for an instant, and he leaned back tremblingly: "No need, Manager He, really no need!"
Xia Tong: "We will work hard QAQ!!"
This training match is really full of people.
It seems that everyone looks down on Polaris, and they have clearly arranged their ending. Even the 18th-tier teams are sure that they will lose, and they are ready to step on them.
Until bedtime, the air pressure in the P-team club was low.
In view of the fact that Zhou Yanjun and Bo Yu took Xia Tong to fight without any rules before, tonight Shi Ya systematically took Xia Tong to practice in the 2V2 mode of the arena for a while. As a cutting-edge nanny with sharp operations, even if Xia Tong's equipment and basic attributes are not very good, Shi Ya can still keep Xia Tong's dog's life with ease, and will promptly remind him to hide skills or change directions to fight, but because Xia Tong is not good at walking A, once they are disturbed by the opponent, they will be in a hurry, so although they can't die, they can't win the opponent, and they turned everything into a bladder game, which is very unpleasant.
Shi Ya didn't say anything, and her attitude was still gentle and patient. After quitting the game, she even said good night to Xia Tong, but Xia Tong herself was very depressed. He went back to the room to wash up. After the surroundings calmed down, he felt more and more guilty.
He sat on the bed with his hair in a daze for a while, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He imagined that he would go to the training field in his current extremely amateur state, lose the game in front of everyone on the net, and let everyone in Team P When a man is humiliated, he is terrified, and his palms sweat from nervousness.
It was around twelve o'clock, and Xia Tong still couldn't calm down. An overly quiet atmosphere would really magnify one's negative emotions infinitely. Later, he couldn't take it anymore, so he put on some clothes and got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom.
The base was quiet, most of the others were asleep, and the lights in the corridor were dim. Subconsciously, Xia Tong turned a corner and walked to the door of Lin Mingfei's bedroom, then stopped again.
Disturbing Zero at such a late hour... It shouldn't be a good idea.
When he first came here, he didn't understand anything, he was like a stunned young man, whenever something happened, he felt like the sky was falling, and immediately went to complain to Lin Mingfei, but now he is more or less familiar with the world , began to perceive that certain behaviors were inappropriate.
For example, although Lin Mingfei is good to himself, he is not a free emotional trash can. He also needs to rest, and Lin Mingfei, who seems to be omnipotent and fearless, is also a person of flesh and blood. Some invisible moments reveal a touch of sadness and fragility, and need human comfort.
Xia Tong picked at his fingers and lowered his head. There was no light leaking from the crack in the door of Lin Mingfei's bedroom. It was dark, probably because he was asleep, so he turned around and went down the stairs, going out of the base.
Since he ran away from home, he has basically been traveling with Lin Mingfei or other people in the P team, inseparable. This is the first time he has neither brought Debang nor anyone to accompany him, and went out alone .
The night is lonely, and most of the buildings in this villa area have no lights. Most of the residents living here have a particularly healthy routine. The hustle and bustle of the city is blocked by carved walls, and even the halo of lights is far away. , like a brocade intertwined at the end of the sky. Xia Tong walked out of the community unknowingly. He looked left and right at the fork in the road. The road on the left was wide and open, bright as day, and it could directly lead to the commercial district in the city center. It was bustling and full of luxury and luxury. The road is more tortuous and simple, with only bits and pieces of trivial light and shadow poking out.
Xia Tong has already seen many young people turning back from the depths of this road. They all carried paper or plastic bags with fragrant food in their hands.
Xia Tong's eyes widened slowly out of curiosity, and then walked towards the direction they came from. The cool breeze was blowing, and the scenery on the street was fresh and changeable. Only then did he deeply understand the profound meaning of freedom, he can be free He chooses where to go, how far to go, and when to return. No one will blame him for these things, show him face, he has no burden on his shoulders, and he is relaxed.
Soon, the destination in front of the road appeared, and everything suddenly became clear. It was a night market with a whole street full of various food stalls. The pores are opened, bursting out with excitement.
Xia Tong was pleasantly surprised and curious as she walked past the food stalls along the side, there were Mala Tang, stinky tofu, barbecue sausage, egg-filled pancakes... Xia Tong felt that she might have had a fake dinner and started to bleed. Drooling.
This one wants to eat, and that one also wants to eat... Why do people only have one stomach? How nice it would be to have as many stomachs as a cow! One stomach contains stinky tofu with soy sauce, one stomach contains barbecue sausage, one stomach contains egg-filled pancakes...
Xia Tong was thinking wildly in her mind, and finally stopped in front of a fried skewer stand.
Lao Gu fried skewers, and the crooked but eye-catching signboard was painted with a large red oil pen on the tin cart of the stall. Standing behind the tin car was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, tall and broad-shouldered, with half-white hair, rich and clear facial features, and his youthful and suave handsomeness could not be concealed by his age, and his spirit was exceptionally good. On a night where white mist could condense out of his breath, he only wore a single shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his upper arms, revealing his strong and flexible arms.
There are all kinds of skewers on this fried skewer stall, including tofu, grilled sausage, and quail eggs. The amount of each skewer is not much, but it can satisfy Xia Tong who wants to eat everything without growing too much. Someone with a big enough stomach.
"Uncle, I want to eat fried skewers!" Xia Tong's eyes widened, and there seemed to be a huge five-pointed star shining inside.
"Then eat!" The middle-aged man yelled heroically, while frequently turning the potato chips floating in the wide oil, he freed his hands and quickly handed a basket to Xia Tong, "Choose what you want to eat, choose When it's over, just ask me to blow it up!"
"Okay!" Xia Tong clapped her hands happily.
"Little brother, eat fried skewers at night, you may get acne with such a good skin!" A girl with dreadlocks sitting on a plastic stool drinking beer laughed loudly.
"If you have pimples, you will get pimples!" Xia Tong smiled and said, "Anyway, pimples will disappear after they grow, just be happy!"
"I like your mentality, cheers!" The girl with dirty braids happily raised the beer bottle at him, and drank half of the bottle with a "gudong gudong".
Xia Tong was infected by this emotion, those golden beer bubbles seemed to be injected into his veins, and they were fragrant and energetic, so he excitedly took the small basket and began to pick and choose among the bunches.
"This looks delicious, and this one is delicious too. Well, I want this one too... ah, and this one!" He muttered softly, circling back and forth joyfully.
After a while, he finally finished his selection and handed a basket full of skewers to the stall owner.
"Hey, he's not big, but he has a lot of food." The stall owner glanced at him, speechless for a while, then took off all the tags on the skewers and put them on an empty plate, "I'll fry them for you, you can go Pick an empty seat over there to sit down, and if you want to eat something, you can make up for it halfway, and pay the bill together when you have eaten enough." The stall owner patted a large square iron box next to him, "I also have iced drinks and hot soybean milk here, Come get it if you need it."
"Okay, okay!" Xiatong nodded like a chick pecking rice, and then happily walked to the seating area.
It is said that it is a seating area, but it is actually a row of plastic benches with small mats. The plastic benches act as a table. The distance between people is not far or close, which is appropriate. Xia Tong patted his buttocks and sat down, shaking his head. looking around.
The people eating around are very casual, some come out in pajamas and old cotton mop, sit on the pony and play with their mobile phones while eating meat, some chatting and playing with the pony as a small wooden horse, one in front and one in back Shaking, and accidentally staggered and almost fell to the ground, I made myself laugh first. The girl with dreadlocks who drank beer before burst into tears for some reason, then lay down on the plastic stool and cried, squeaking the beer bottle.
The time in the middle of the night belongs to people themselves, unrestrained, short-lived and peaceful, they can do whatever they want, and they can forget or release the pressure of the day.
The stall owner quickly fried all the skewers that Xia Tong asked for, packed them in a disposable lunch box, and took a few paper towels to give them as gifts. The golden and crispy surface is brushed with fresh and sweet soy sauce. It is crunchy and fragrant, and the soft salty glutinous rice is extruded inside.
"Delicious!" Xia Tong's eyes lit up, and her face turned red.
"That's not true." The stall owner said proudly: "My old Gu's fried skewers have been sold here for more than ten years! I didn't fail the bank! It's so delicious!"
The stall owner selling Mala Tang over there laughed ruthlessly: "Here it is again, who was the one who was chased by the city management last time!"
"How dare you say that? Don't you have one!" Old Gu stared, "Who is it that fell on all fours!"
"Who is it! How come I don't know!"
Xia Tong felt that the conversation of this group of people was like biting a fresh gala fruit, it was crisp and funny, and they couldn't stop laughing while eating the skewers. He didn't expect that his appetite was quite large before, and he actually ate all the dozen or so skewers of vegetables and meat. He felt warm and relaxed.
"I'm full!" He patted his full stomach, and stood up happily on the pony. "Would you like to add anything?" The stall owner turned his head and asked enthusiastically.
"I can't eat enough!" Xia Tong said with a smile, "Uncle, let me pay the bill!"
"Sure, it's twenty six yuan in total, just take off the change and give me twenty!" The stall owner said bluntly.
Xia Tong said "hmm" twice, and reached out to touch her trouser pocket.
Then felt empty.
Xia Tong: "???"
He looked down at his pants, and found that he was admiring other people's pajamas a few seconds ago, but now he came out wearing pajamas without anyone noticing.
To pay, you must have a mobile phone, and to carry your mobile phone with you, you must have a trouser pocket, but his cotton pajama pants have no trouser pockets...
Xia Tong felt a chill go down her spine, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva in embarrassment.
He's been at Polaris for too long.... so spoiled by them...
The stall owner saw that he was touching the seam of his trousers and did not make any further moves, so he couldn't help but wondered, "Why, are you still planning to pay in cash?"
There is no mobile phone... It is even more impossible to have cash...
Xia Tong raised her face with difficulty, showing an awkward yet polite smile.
"Uncle... Actually I..."
"Don't call me uncle." The stall owner's benevolent smiling face suddenly collapsed, turning into a ferocious living King Yama, who shrank his neck in fright from the little Omega.
"I can't tell that you, a little classmate with a handsome appearance, is actually a gangster who eats the king's meal!" The stall owner cursed loudly.
Xia Tong: "Oh!!"
His face was pale, trembling and he didn't know what to do, he couldn't even call for help without a mobile phone.
"Uncle, I didn't mean not to give the money. I don't know why I didn't bring my mobile phone QAQ... I really didn't mean it." He said humbly.
The stall owner squinted at him, saw that he ran away before finishing his meal, and even kept explaining to himself for so long, he was so ashamed that he was about to cry.
"Then you..." The stall owner narrowed his eyes and thought, "Twenty yuan can't beat a hero, but it's not enough..."
"I'm not a hero, I'm Xia Xiaotong." Little Omega panicked, his eyes were red: "I... I... Then what should I do now... .. .”
"Otherwise, if you get me twenty yuan now, I won't care about it with you." The stall owner said.
"Get twenty yuan...?" Xia Tong was puzzled, "Where can I get twenty yuan..."
The stall owner rolled his eyes, probably thinking that it would be tiring to teach such a question.
"If you want me to say, if you dare to eat without paying, don't worry about losing face anymore. You have to earn face by yourself, otherwise you'll just be ashamed, understand?" He shook his finger Shaking, counting down.
"But I didn't pay attention to face..." Xia Tong didn't know whether the other party mistook him for a spoiled young master, and pointed her finger aggrievedly: "I really don't know... . .. If you teach me how to do it, uncle, I will learn it now!" He raised his face and nodded sincerely.
The stall owner thought that he would be angered by himself, and he was ready to face the next wave of new storms. He didn't expect this little boy's good attitude to scare him to death. Seeing his gentle and innocent appearance, he asked himself Without exception, the tricks of Huoyan Jinxing tea appreciation that have been practiced for many years are useless at this moment.
So obedient, so obedient that people can't fault it.
The stall owner was stunned for two seconds, his eyes gradually emptied.
"Uncle, you have to think about it," Xia Tong urged, looking more anxious than him, stomping her feet.
"Oh, you are so annoying!" The stall owner scratched his gray temples irritably, and said impatiently, "You made me think about it for a while... I really can't figure it out."
"Then I'll wait here..."
Xia Tong was like a little cabbage beaten by the wind and frost, standing there pitifully and continuing to point fingers.
The stall owner thought hard and racked his brains for a long time, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.
"Oh, my dementia! That's it, I've been thinking about it for so long!" He knocked his head hard, complained half a word, took out a stainless steel rice bowl from his small cart, and handed it to the Xia Tong stepped forward, "Go on."
Xia Tong took the big rice bowl in a daze and embraced it.
"What... what is this for?" He didn't know why, but he didn't dare to ask loudly, for fear of angering the stall owner.
"This is the fastest way to get money in the world." The stall owner leaned on his tin cart, plausibly said: "Beg for food."