Lu Yan was a man who shouted slogans a little louder, but when he shouted slogans, he was full of momentum.
Opposite him happened to be last year's champion "Mr. Huang". Mr. Huang seemed to have a few more rows of teeth than others, and the watermelon disappeared at a bizarre speed.
However, Lu Yan still blasphemed at him, saying that he could lose anything, and his momentum was not good: "See, the thousand yuan is mine."
"I'll take that bicycle home later."
Mr. Huang: "..."
Xiao Heng: "..."
Viagra: "..."
When Lu Yan opened the next watermelon, he already felt full, and for the sake of the man's face, he barely finished the second one. He couldn't hold it anymore, so he could only put his foot on the plastic stool back silently.
When Viagra smashed the watermelon, he yelled in disbelief: "Brother Yan, are you dying?!"
Lu Yan sat back on the plastic stool and wiped his hands with a paper towel: "..."
The first batch of people who died in action were not in the minority.
The host has top-notch skills, and also included a commentary, so excited that he was so excited: "Now the competition has entered a fierce stage, Mr. Huang has shown his strength to win the championship last year, no, his speed is far faster than last year, three seconds! A piece of watermelon in three seconds! This is an unprecedented record in the history of our Big Eater!"
The appearance of everyone eating watermelon has no image at all.
Most of the fierce competition has passed.
Sister Lan made it to the last moment, but she couldn't hold back and was defeated. Apart from Mr. Huang, there was only one "dark horse" player that no one expected.
Xiao Heng threw down the piece of watermelon rind in his hand, looked around, and found that except for him, everyone else was paralyzed on the chair—including his boyfriend who just shouted to carry the bicycle home .
Xiao Heng: "You don't want to eat?"
With one leg propped on the ground, Lu Yan swung back with the chair, until he couldn't speak, and just wanted to find a posture to relax.
Xiao Heng said again: "Aren't you the first to book, even the bicycle is yours."
Return the bicycle.
He overturned early.
Lu Yan now feels that even talking is torture: "...I let him."
Xiao Heng was surprised: "Why are you so fast?"
Lu Yan kicked the table: "Damn, how fast am I?"
Lu Yan was pulling his collar to fan the wind, but sat up straight: "I'll let you try to see if I'm fast at night."
"At night," Xiao Heng said these two words emphatically, "...what do you want to try at night?"
"Just..." Lu Yan has adapted a lot to the role of 'boyfriend' now, and the bottom line is getting lower and lower. He stopped his fanning movement, grabbed the neckline with his fingers and said, "You can try whatever you want."
Before Xiao Heng could speak, he was interrupted by a piece of watermelon rind from Viagra.
"What are you two talking about, don't stop! Keep eating, the man will finish the ten watermelons!" Viagra spread out on the seat, mobilized all his strength, raised an arm and shouted, "Brother Xiao, hold on!" The last dignity of our Seventh District!"
Xiao Heng: "..."
Lu Yan: "..."
Although Xiao Heng made it to the end, his speed was still not as fast as that of the opposite Mr. Huang, and he only got the second place.
Host: "First of all, let us congratulate Mr. Huang."
Xiao Heng took a piece of paper from the side and began to wipe his hands carefully.
Viagra was overjoyed, stroking his stomach and walking over to pat him: "What are you doing in a daze, go up to the stage to receive the award!"
Lu Yan: "There are prizes here too?"
Viagra: "Didn't you see it on the leaflet? It's okay. Let's try our best. It's not bad to get the second place. I really didn't expect it, and the second place prize is also very practical..."
On the promotional poster, there is indeed a prize marked behind the column for the second place.
"Exclusive advertising space and ten catties..." Lu Yan read out hesitantly, "Rice?"
On the podium.
"The two stand in the middle." The photographer stood and planned to take a picture of the two winners.
The photographer didn't seem very happy to see the winner carrying ten catties of rice in his hand: "Comrade, please be happy and show your joy!"
Photographer: "This photo of ours will be advertised on a specific station advertising space for a week. Can you, would you cooperate?"
Xiao Heng was holding a bag of rice with one hand, and the other hand was in his trouser pocket, his face was full of indifference.
Xiao Heng has never experienced this kind of thing. He can support the scene at the banquet of a wealthy family, and he can not change the draft at the company's annual meeting. He has never seen such a big storm.
Xiao Heng was thinking like this, and his eyes touched a certain doggy man who laughed heartlessly and looked like an idiot in the audience.
Lu Yan couldn't breathe from laughing in the audience, and took out his mobile phone to take pictures as souvenirs, reminding him: "Everyone says to be happy, so don't put on a cold face."
"Smile."
"Forget it," Lu Yan said frankly, "You look good even if you don't smile."
Xiao Heng originally thought that he was standing on the awarding platform with a bag of rice in his hands, but he almost collapsed when he heard the words, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Get lost."
The photographer presses the shutter.
Lu Yan felt strange, with Xiao Heng's temperament, when he heard the "station advertising space", he should have walked off the stage, no, he would not participate in this competition at all, but Xiao Heng just finished eating so many watermelons, and After the time for taking pictures: "Are you really going to be in an advertisement?"
Xiao Heng: "Free advertising, if you don't pay for it, you won't get it."
It was only later that Lu Yan understood Xiao Heng's meaning, because Xiao Heng glanced down on the stage again and asked, "Who is the organizer of your event?"
Photographer: "Huh?"
Xiao Heng repeated it patiently.
The photographer pointed to the opposite side: "Ah, over there, the one under the parasol."
Xiao Heng threw the bag of rice to Lu Yan and reminded him: "The right hand."
Xiao Heng asked again: "Can I take it, if not, just throw it on the ground."
"..." Lu Yan took it with one hand, "It's just a bag of rice, I'm not that weak."
Xiao Heng only said less than three sentences in the past, and the parasol was not far away, and Lu Yan clearly heard the first sentence:
You should know what image rights are.
The second sentence is too tight, five words.
I have a condition.
Xiao Heng's condition is very simple, add a line of words on the side of the poster, indicating the occupation, and the name of the micro-chat mini-game that was just completed recently.
Lu Yan almost wanted to applaud him.
Damn it, marketing genius.
But now he still has rice in his hand, so he can only whistle to Xiao Heng when he walks back.
The crowd in the square gradually dispersed, Xiao Heng walked towards him from the shadow of the strong light against the light.
Lu Yan smiled and said, "Would the organizer be willing to add two more lines and type one for me?"
Xiao Heng asked: "What do you want to add?"
Lu Yan thought for a while: "His boyfriend is the lead singer of the well-known band VENT."
Xiao Heng: "Okay, how much is the advertising fee?"
"Here, I'll give you ten catties of rice."
As Lu Yan said, he handed over the bag of rice in his hand, and at the same time stretched out his own hand, and while Xiao Heng held it, he said: "...bring another future superstar."
Xiao Heng led him, and really planned to go to the parasol.
Lu Yan dragged him back: "Fuck, you really are going."
The two walked for a while.
Xiao Heng said suddenly: "The game will be released at eight o'clock tonight."
Lu Yan, the final version of Xiao Heng's mini program, hasn't played it yet, but during the initial production and testing, he was often used as a guinea pig, calling him over if there was anything to do, and then stuffing a mobile phone into his hand: "Click to start. "
Xiao Heng is making a low-cost level-breaking game, the main features of which are unconventional plots and unexpected death methods.
Lu Yan's game skills are not bad, and his reaction ability is fast, but the original intention of Xiao Heng to play this game is not to see if he can pass the level, but to try his best to make him unable to pass the level.
died.
Died again.
No matter how you play, you will die.
Lu Yan originally thought that Xiao Heng's method must be very good at chasing customers, but he forgot people's curiosity and competitiveness, and the more he died, the more he couldn't control himself and clicked "Do it again".
"I know," Lu Yan said, "Go back and review the positive reviews for you, and ask that kid Li Zhen to review for you. He has fast hands, and the champion of the drummer league is not bragging."
Xiao Heng glanced at him. He ate too much watermelon, and felt overwhelmed after walking for a while. He paused and said, "Is this what drummers in your band use?"
"In the past, if you wanted to snatch any Taobao limited flash kill, you would always look for him."
"Not only can he use both hands together, but he can also use his feet when necessary."
"..."
When it comes to the magical effect of the drummer in the band, Lu Yan said that he couldn't finish talking all day and night, but he noticed that Xiao Heng's hand was clenched tighter and tighter, so tight that the knuckles in his fingers began to ache.
But only for a moment.
Because after completely staying away from the crowd and walking to an empty corner, Xiao Heng let go of Lu Yan's hand, bent down and vomited into the trash can—
Xiao Heng vomited for a long time, and finally couldn't vomit anything, only retching.
He really ate too much.
Putting aside everything, self-esteem, face, and the arrogance in my heart that I don't want to show others, just for a trivial advertising space at a downtown station. His current appearance is not less than the embarrassment he had in the rainstorm that day.
But Lu Yan didn't think he was in such a mess at all.
Although no one could notice their position on the corner of the street, Lu Yan still stood at the corner of the street, covering him tightly.
When the voice behind him died down, Lu Yan said, "I'll go to the supermarket across the street."
When Lu Yan bought a bottle of water and came back from the opposite side, Xiao Heng had already vomited. He was leaning against the wall, unbuttoning a few collars, and half-closed his eyes.
Lu Yan handed over the bottle in his hand.
Although there is no need to ask this question, Lu Yan still said, "Did you see that advertising space before?"
Xiao Heng took it and rinsed his mouth.
After rinsing his mouth, he said, "Yeah."
"I said, eat so desperately." Lu Yan squatted on the corner of the street, looking up at him.
Xiao Heng put the lid on the water bottle and did not speak.
Lu Yan added: "Today you are super invincible, giant and fucking handsome."
Lu Yan repeated: "Really."
Xiao Heng was not in a good mood at first, he vomited like a fire was burning in his stomach, but he walked up to Lu Yan, stretched out his hand to pull him up, and felt that he didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.
It's been a while since the two of them walked back to District Seven.
There was a group of people gathered downstairs, and the sky was a little dark, but the whole building didn't have a ray of light, and it looked pitch black from the outside.
Lu Yan understood what was going on at a glance.
The circuit in their building is old, and power outages every now and then are nothing new.
Someone asked: "The power went out again? Did someone turn on the air conditioner? Who, didn't they say not to use high-power electrical appliances, save energy and reduce emissions, and make a small contribution to the sustainable development of our country?"
Viagra just checked the circuit and took out a pack of cigarettes from his flowery pants.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Yan heard Viagra curse: "No. It was cut."