After a few days of military training, a beautiful weekend is coming.I can't take it anymore, I'm going to the Internet cafe.

I threw down my military training uniform and took a shower, and changed into clean clothes. The big man leaned up quietly, hunched over, rubbed his hands and asked in a low voice, "Are you going out? Where are you going, take me with you."

A few idle figures passed by the wide open bedroom door, and there was the faint sound of a group of people playing cards around the air vent in the corridor. It is not difficult to imagine his situation after I went out, not because he was strangled by the pile of numbers in a few words. The product is a person playing with his mobile phone silently, no one cares about it, and isolating himself like a statue.

I am very embarrassed.

After all, masters come and go without a trace, and you can’t bring a oil bottle with you. You can only bring a horse with you. You can travel thousands of miles a day. The kind, but the big guy looked at me, his eyes full of sincerity and expectation, I think he would be so sad that he would cry out if I promised later.

I really can't do without people.

"I'm going to the Internet cafe, do you want to go?" I emphasized, "I'm going to stay all night!"

The big guy nodded: "Okay, I can too!"

"..." I felt like I was asking nonsense - the speed with which he agreed made me feel that even if I said I was going to jump off a building, he would follow me to have a look.

There is no way, after all that has been said, I can only take him with me.We went to the electronic reading room in the library building. The hygienic conditions and ventilation facilities here are much better than that of ordinary Internet cafes. Since the Internet access is a real-name student card, the network administrator even knows which class you are in, and maybe you are still a part-time job. Brother, so few people dare to openly violate the "no smoking" and "no shoes off" regulations...at least in the first half of the night.

The biggest purpose of my trip is to log in to "Feixian" to change my Assassin's gauntlets - the 5-piece suit is only missing a pair of gauntlets, and the Xuanyuan Stone is in the mailbox. I really don't have OCD up.But I have to consider safety issues. "Feixian" is popular all over the country, and its popularity is increasing day by day. The popularity of the PK annual competition has not faded. If someone finds out, I will fight one against three and smash my fate in the last game of the annual competition. The "destroy jade and gold pin" of the dream of the team champion, the consequences are no less than finding a torpedo in a group of fish. The scene of crowding the Internet cafes to wait for me to go online after school will definitely reappear. I will never do it again. I can't come to the electronic reading room, and even the dormitories and classrooms are not safe. Maybe there will be a girl blocking me at the door to get a certificate from me, and fans of the Fate team may come to me with a watermelon knife to fight for my life.

I had to keep it a secret and surf the Internet like a normal man.

In the first half of the night, people came and went, and the seat I chose was enough to move aside, but there was still a machine changer passing by near the two of us, which made me very impetuous, so I took a spoonful of yogurt that the big guy offered me The spoon is eating and pressing the fire.

The big man handed his to me: "Here's another bottle, you can drink it too."

Me: "No, you have no fruit."

The big guy got up immediately with the box I just finished drinking: "I'll buy you a few more boxes with fruit pieces, can I just buy this flavor?"

While he was walking away, I quietly stretched my neck to look at his screen.He didn't log in to any chat tools or game clients, but opened a video website to watch a variety show—in my experience, people who play games often start the game when they get a chance, and wait until they are tired to watch the video. Variety shows and other entertainment items, I guess, he probably doesn't play games.

But I still can't take any chances, I decided to wait a few hours before going online, until all the people walking around around me settled back to their places like dust, and no one would pay attention to my screen.

There is a chat system inside the Internet cafe on the computer desktop, which is equivalent to a local area network chat room, and everyone can see the speeches in it.Just half a minute ago, someone posted a sentence "XX game, XX line in XX area, XX room password 666, just for fun."There are hundreds of machines in the electronic reading room. It is no longer a small Internet cafe in our county where dozens of machines are seated in four rows and you can see it at a glance. No one knows anyone here. I was bored, so I clicked in.

I regretted choosing a hero.Looking at the birth interface of that hero, there is a blue light emitting from its feet, and I can already foresee that I am manipulating it with one blood, two kills, three consecutive kills and even a super god scene. At that time, people will definitely ask me which machine I belong to , looking for me row by row—this violated my low-key original intention.

I turned off the game and clicked the mouse on the desktop, not knowing what to do, it was so boring.

Another person in the chat room asked: "XX game, XX line in XX area, XX room password 666, just to play."

As long as you don't choose that hero, you'll be fine, right?I clicked into the room.This time I let others choose first, and after they all finished choosing... I regretted it again.Because any hero I play is invincible and unstoppable. Just looking at the lineup, I have conceived it in my head. Later, I will use different hero interception routes to make the opponent die at least three times at level 1, level 3, and level 6. I couldn't develop until I finished the game... This still violated my original intention, and I quit the game again.

The big guy is back, he is holding an assortment of snacks like Santa Claus, and the large bottle of fruit yogurt and family-sized potato chips in his broad arms look like the smallest bag for children.

His long and slender fingers have distinct knuckles, and with a flip of his wrist, he took out a small ice cream cone from a gap in a pile of snacks and handed it to me: "Eat this first, this will melt."

The network administrator came slowly, with a broom in his hand—occasionally the network administrator would patrol the field to check if there were no unconscious people taking off their shoes, smoking, or making the hygiene too bad.I tore off the wrapping paper of the small cone, and put the crumbs on the table, when I heard the big man say hello to the network administrator shyly: "I'm busy."

Because every time the big guy goes to various windows and small shops, he buys a bunch of things, which is more than the people in the entire dormitory. As a result, only a few days after school started, the aunt in the cafeteria, the uncle in the mail room, and the small supermarket Everyone at the cashier knew him, and it wasn't surprising that he had just bought so many snacks and met the network administrator.This short two-character greeting method was learned when he heard others say it when he was walking on the road two days ago, and he never tires of using it, even when he met people in the toilet between classes.

"Well, you're playing, I'm going around." The big man's greeting is very appropriate at this time, the network administrator didn't notice the difference at all, just knocked the end of the broom stick in the palm of his hand, and said through gritted teeth , "Let me see which bastard quits in seconds in the Internet cafe room."

Me: "..." I quickly stood behind the big guy, fortunately he was tall enough and his shoulders were wide enough to completely cover me.

The big guy didn't seem to understand: "Huh?"

Network manager: "I just opened an Internet cafe and wanted to play two rounds. When I met a second retreat dog, I retreated twice in a row. I saw that the surveillance is here, why can't I find it? If I see that kid, I will take his head Pump the melon seeds twice."

The two games just now were just an accident, and I usually beat others to quit the game.Looking at the broom with a metal pole in the network administrator's hand, I couldn't help sticking it to the big guy's back—I've heard that the folk customs in the Northeast are tough, and my life of virtue and skill can't end here!

The big man sensed me sneaking behind him, turned his face and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I picked at his back, trying to bounce his face back with my thoughts: "Don't move, stop me!"

The big man understood what I meant and saw that I was hiding from the network administrator, so he stretched out an arm to wrap around me, so that the network administrator who was going to the row of machines behind couldn't see my clothes clearly.

I stuck to his back like this until the network administrator walked away.

The feeling of clinging to a big man from behind is both familiar and strange. I can’t tell when I have had such an experience, but another voice deep in my memory told me clearly that I do have an imprint of this feeling .

As far as people who have hugged, the one I hugged the most is my hardworking mother, but this is completely different from the feeling when I hugged my mother-my height surpassed my mother as early as the first grade of high school, this time When I came out to study, my mother hugged me tightly before boarding the train. I could feel her worry and anxiety from the trembling of her hands.As for the big guy, even though I was just sticking to his back and didn't even see his face, I somehow felt a kind of down-to-earth stability, and even the movement of him embracing me with his backhand... I watched his arms hug me When I came over, I was a little dazed for a moment, as if I saw a famous swordsman hero all over the world, he turned the long sword in his hand into a romantic sword flower, and said to me, don't be afraid if I am here.

Such a solid back, firmly protected, I... have I really had it?

After the network manager walked away, the big guy didn't let go, he just turned around and hugged me head-on, his posture was the same as the reluctant couple downstairs in the dormitory, his head was tilted at a difficult angle and he looked down at me, his eyes wide open , Curious and delighted.

...is an illusion.

I opened a few games at random and played them for a while, each of which was not long, and I dared not move as soon as someone passed by behind me, otherwise my actions would be turbulent, and it was impossible not to set off a stormy sea.After finally staying up late at night, I sneaked onto the "Flying Immortal" to meet my Assassin Magpie Bridge. Xuanyuan Stone was put in my bag from the mailbox. I rushed to the synthesis furnace, ready to complete the last step, to synthesize Xuanyuan Stone my gauntlets.

Suddenly, the big man who had been watching the video with a smirk stood up - I have always been known for my accurate prediction, fast hand speed, and stable operation. In an instant, I closed the game... a step away from the synthesis furnace .

Big guy: "You play first, I'll go out and make a money transfer."

Fortunately, it's just to send money, not to discover my hidden amazing identity.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, let's go."

and many more?

I grabbed the big man's hand: "It's 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, who are you going to send money to?"

The big man faltered and couldn't speak.When I saw it, a short film of about ten seconds was playing in the center of his computer screen in a loop. The plot was paused at a critical point, and two lines of large characters popped up——

"88 yuan, recharge membership! [-] movies, free forever!"

Me: "...Are you going to send money to this one?"

The big man covered my mouth and pulled the chair to my side: "Hush your voice!"

I know I'm sorry, don't look at it!

The big guy leaned into my ear and explained his reason to me in a low voice: "88 yuan, 0.88 movies, one is [-] points, why don't you also register an account, and I'll send you a copy by the way?"

I shook my head and struggled out of his big hand: "You are right next to me, didn't I see it as soon as I turned my head?"

He looked at me excitedly: "Yes, you are so smart!"

are you crazy!

I explained: "These are all liars, and this kind of website will be blocked within two or three days."

The big man said thoughtfully: "It's not easy for other people to take pictures. Watching a movie for two hours costs dozens of yuan. How can you really watch it forever?"

It seems that the phrase "people are stupid and rich" is not entirely groundless.Me: "If you give money, he can't put these contents on the Internet, liar, understand? A liar just tricks you into sending money to him, but he won't give you anything. If he does, he won't be called a liar .”

He looked at me in confusion, as if I was the liar who took money and refused to show him a small movie. He stared at me so much that I wanted to give him 88 yuan.

Me: "You haven't seen this kind of thing, have you?"

The big man nodded: "I haven't seen it."

Looking at his huge body and incongruous dull expression, I couldn't help it, and smiled unkindly. I felt an indescribable joy when I saw him.

The big man was sleepy, with resentful eyes, as if silently blaming me for laughing at him.

As his only friend - maybe I'm too sensitive, or have a slight mental cleanliness, at least in my opinion, other people who deal with him are not as sincere as "friends" to him - my conscience When he found out, he accepted a meaningful smile and comforted him, "Actually, I haven't seen it either."

The big man was skeptical, still unable to raise his spirits, as if the trust he had built in me these days had been destroyed in my meaningful smile just now.

God, I'm wronged, I really haven't seen it.

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