After Tong Nian returned to the counter, he gritted his teeth and worked hard while registering the food that he had just taken in the past. Then he started adding and subtracting, absolutely nothing more would be earned by his friends.
Jiyou Soy Milk's hand tremblingly stretched out towards the fifty-yuan bill. She was shocked by a look in her eyes, and then retracted her hand: "I'm afraid you will be deceived, so I test whether he is uncle desolate. My home runs an Internet cafe. He knows too much about this kind of men who come to play games at night, and most of their lives are unsatisfactory. At most, this uncle’s skin is better," he said, and glanced at the man’s back from a distance, and said somewhat against his will, "It’s fine. Then a little bit..."
Tong Nian continued to settle accounts.
"Don't ignore me, squid chicory? The squid is huge? The secret room is big? The fish is big? The squid is small? "I will help you, help you."
"Really?" Tong Nian immediately raised his head, smiling at the corners of his eyes and brows.
"Give him a week-long package night? It was a lottery draw? Hey, package nights are not good. It takes a week to be free, and he might think of it at any time, and he can come," said soy milk, holding a bloody heart.
Tong Nian had a glimpse: "Good idea!" Then he quietly glanced there, "Go."
"Me again?" Jiyou was dumbfounded.
"Also..." Tong Nian thought for a while, lowered his voice, and told him, "You tell him that it is an on-the-spot lottery. Just scan the QR code of the Internet cafe with WeChat to get the lottery. Take out that you were brainwashed by the MLM agency. I worked as a MLM for two months."
"... Our Internet cafe does not have a public WeChat account."
Tong Nian looked down at his mobile phone. After struggling for two and five seconds, he cruelly changed the WeChat name and handed over the phone: "Use my WeChat". On her mobile phone, her WeChat was changed to: "Fate tonight."
This is the sign that hangs outside the Internet cafe—"Fate Internet Cafe Tonight"
Soy milk understood it, anxiously, clutching his mobile phone to cheat.
…
The result... Late that night, two major events happened on her WeChat. First, a man named "Gn" was added, and her WeChat fan base completely exploded. Her fans did not believe that her cold and arrogant "Secret Room No Yuyu" suddenly changed its name to "Fate Tonight"... Chicory must have been hacked!
…
Her heart was dripping with blood, and she was simply hacked, and she smirked at the account she just added without replying to a message.
It’s too easy to be true...
After watching the dark headshot with no idea what the screenshot was, it took half a minute to open the circle of friends cautiously.
Um
Except for reposting game news, there is nothing? For a Japanese singer who can only play Lianliankan and has repeatedly failed, these are simply heavenly books.
What is even more depressing is... "Soy milk, are you game scum?"
"Yes!" Soymilk grinned, without the slightest sense of shame. "It's a scum, it's the first scum in history!"
…
Forget it, find someone knowledgeable tomorrow TT...
At two o'clock in the morning, the soy milk dozed off sleepily.
In the Internet cafe, everyone was wearing headphones and it was very quiet. Only a middle-aged uncle was playing video chat, happily online dating... And she was also sleepy with her chin, and the pencil in her hand was scribbling on the paper. As a singer, her drawing skills are still very small, and she can't draw that back figure very handsome.
Have a chance to practice well.
She thought silently.
Suddenly, the man stood up.
She straightened her back immediately and quietly pressed the paper under her arm.
The man picked up his coat and walked over. Her heartbeat was so fast that she could only lower her eyes, looking at his khaki casual trousers and those black sneakers, one step, two steps, three steps, walking towards herself...
No, no, fast, breathe. Tong Nian, be strong, have a normal expression, and don't shake your eyes!
one? Why did you go out directly
"You...you... don't you... don't you?" She watched him walk towards the door and said anxiously, "Just now, just after two o'clock." She was busy looking at the clock. That's right, two o'clock, why are you leaving so early? …
Gun Kankan stopped and turned around.
The hair on his forehead was a little messy. It should be when he was sleepy just now. He fiddled with his hands casually, but his eyes were very clear. There was even a kind of penetrating power. At this moment, I don't know if it's because of tiredness or too lazy to deal with it. His expression is really a little dull, making people unable to see the emotions of the next second.
"It's two o'clock?" As if only realizing the time, he raised his eyebrows and said to himself: "Is it not too late at two?"
"Also, okay," one? I'm talking about the magic horse... She immediately regained her scattered consciousness and said the words that had been rehearsed countless times, "This is for your change. Congratulations on winning the prize, and welcome to come again next time."
Twelve yuan was placed in front of him, obviously discounted again.
"Next time? Are you here every night?"
Ah
He is...
A small flame of hope ignited in Tong Nian's heart.
The little girl's performance fell in his eyes, and he had to start to examine herself, did she cause pressure on others? He glanced at the girl's "boyfriend" who was sleeping in the dark in the corner.
His next sentence was originally "It is not safe for a little girl to watch Internet cafes at night", but looking at the girl's current expression, should he regard himself as an "unsafe" bad person
So, Gun cleared his throat, tried to make herself look innocent and harmless, and told her with a condescending smile, "Don't be afraid, I will just ask casually."
After speaking, he opened the door and left without even taking the money.
and many more…
I... don't mind... you ask... ah...
She looked at the door that was still shaking and hadn't been completely closed, and her whole body was flooded by the tide of depression.
Early in the morning, Gun was awakened by the sound of conversation and footsteps outside the door, and sat up on the sofa. Then, he lowered his head again, wanting to wake up completely. I only slept for half an hour... I really have a headache.
It seems... This morning is a rock climbing activity? He found this consciousness vaguely, then stood up still a little bit slowly, touched the doorknob, pressed it, opened the door, and walked out.
At the same time, he took a piece of candy from his pants pocket, peeled it, bit it with his teeth, walked slowly, and ate it slowly.
In front of me, there are big boys walking around, all wearing the uniform of the club's outdoor sportswear, red and white style, to be honest, a bit ugly. But no way, it is the color specified by the sponsor.
He was still three-point awake and seven-point sleepy, and his beautiful curved face clearly wrote: Do not disturb the idlers.
Unfortunately, there are still people who don’t know each other...
"Huh? Boss? Where did you go last night?"
"Something?" The eye narrowly opened, and he glanced at where the sound came from.
"No..." The opponent bit his lip, turned around and fled.
"Say anything," he grabbed the opponent and leaned up lazily, with a shallow pear vortex on his face, "I won't eat you again, eh?"
A full week later, Tong Nian's mood has sunk into the deep sea.
WeChat was added in vain. No matter if she sent a "thinking greeting", "weather forecast", or a "promotional message", or even "the temptation to win a prize again", the other party did not respond.
I must have blackened myself...
She lay on the bed and numbly forwarded the advertisements of the "Animation Carnival", "Winter Manga" and "Winter Game Show" she was about to participate in. One after another on Weibo, there are all excited comments from fans. As a glass heart who is very easily affected by online comments, she is very afraid of interacting with netizens, so Weibo is basically reposting activities, sending songs, and commercial cooperation.
It wasn't until Soy Milk called the seventh call that she answered listlessly: "Hello?"
"Squid Xiaoyu," the voice over the phone was very low, deliberately pretending to be mysterious, "I have a way to find that person."
real? !
She immediately sat upright and almost kicked the computer out of bed.
"Really, I found a master to help me retrieve his screen shot from the console! Just now my brother identified it as the latest team battle game "GOD"."
"I know..." She was disappointed, "I saw it that day, and I asked someone specifically."
"You kind of game idiot, asking so superficially, how could there be good stuff?" Soymilk grinned, his voice lowered, "I can tell you his server and his id."