After the Xueba character was exposed

After talking on the phone with his grandma, Jian Yao stood outside the Internet cafe in a daze for a while, until the hot wind came over before he regained his senses, turned around and entered the Internet cafe.

He walked back to his machine, saw Zheng Mengyang smirking at the screen unconsciously, his voice was almost choking, and he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

It can only be said that people who fall in love are terrible.

Zheng Mengyang brought his sister in the game, but Jian Yao was not interested in getting involved, so he casually looked for the most powerful brain to watch.

After watching the ad for 1 minute, the two people on the opposite side shouted loudly, Jian Yao casually glanced at it, and caught a glimpse of a familiar person standing at the front desk out of the corner of his eye.

Jian Yao almost called his name, but swallowed the words, this Internet cafe is close to their school, many students from No. [-] Middle School, even without Jiang Zhao's former class, should know him.

No one should be able to connect the two words "Jiang Zhao" and "black Internet cafe".

Jian Yao raised his head and retracted, hid behind the computer and observed Jiang Zhao secretly. Jiang Zhao said a few words to the network administrator, took a bottle of water and looked around, looking for something.

Looking for a machine?

Jian Yao glanced at the empty seat next to him, hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his shrunken head again.

He pinched the timing of Jiang Zhao's gaze, raised his arm and waved it. Feeling that Jiang Zhao saw him, he waved his hand frantically again.

Jiang Zhaochao walked over to Jian Yao, Jian Yao took off the earphones and put them around his neck, and said with a smile, "Why are the university bullies running to Internet cafes? Checking information?"

Jiang Zhao scanned the computer screen in front of Jian Yao: "There is something urgent."

"..." Jian Yao stuck in his shell, opened his mouth and said nothing, and finally changed the subject tactically, patted the table on the left, "Sit here."

Jiang Zhao walked over and sat down, his gaze flickered on the monitor for a long time, and finally landed on the button on the table, hesitated for a moment and reached out to press it.

"Isn't it your first time to come to an Internet cafe?" Jian Yao asked.

Jiang Zhao didn't speak, but looked at the screen and turned it on seriously.

"Jiang Zhao?" Jian Yao called out.

Jiang Zhao reluctantly gave a "hmm" and took off the earphones and put them on.

Jian Yao laughed twice, paused the video on his side, and waited for Jiang Zhao's next move.

Jiang Zhao looked at the computer as if he was reading some academic paper, but in fact the main page was always displayed on the screen. Jian Yao watched his mouse slide over each icon one by one, bewildered like a lost child, and finally found the He opened his mouth before opening the browser.

"Want to play a game?" Jian Yao asked.

Jiang Zhao paused: "What game?"

"It's all right, it depends on what you want to play." Jian Yao waited for two seconds after finishing speaking, and then continued, "Do you want to play with chicken?"

Jian Yao said that this game also has considerations. This game has a two-player mode, so you don't need to form a team with strangers, and you can avoid being too dishonest.

He felt that Jiang Zhao had not only never been to an Internet cafe, but he might have never played games at all. After asking, he found that it was true, and he didn't even have a Steam account.

Jian Yao gave him his account, and then boarded Zheng Mengyang's account.

The two waited at the base for a minute. Jian Yao found Jiang Zhao's character, ran over, jumped up and punched him on the head a few times, suddenly realized that the character was his own number, and let go of the keyboard dully.

He leaned over to look at Jiang Zhao's screen, and Jiang Zhao was looking at the shortcut keys.

"Turn on the game microphone." Jian Yao put on the headphones first, "I can't hear you clearly with the headphones on."

Jiang Zhao nodded slightly, moved the mouse to click a few times, and soon Jian Yao heard him say "Hello".

All the headsets in Internet cafes have good sound insulation. Although Jiang Zhao's voice was very short, it rang in Jian Yao's ears for a long time.

I didn't notice it before, but Jiang Zhao's voice is quite nice...

"Did you hear?"

"... Ah." Jian Yao came back to his senses, lowered his head and rubbed his nose, adjusted the volume of the earphones and said, "Yes, can you hear me? Hey, hey, hey."

Jiang Zhao: "Yes."

The one-minute preparation time quickly passed, and more than 1 people boarded the plane together. Jian Yao opened the map, clicked the mouse rhythmically on P City, and asked, "Do you want to jump to a place with more people or a place with less people? "

Jiang Zhao thought for a moment and said, "It's my first time playing."

It means that I am still very good at it.

Jian Yao was inexplicably ecstatic, and said with a sense of security: "It's okay, I'll take you."

He clicked the mouse on the location of City P for the last time, snapped his fingers and said, "Jump now."

There is another important reason why Jian Yao chose this game, that is, he can play the game well.

He had played two-player mode with Zheng Mengyang a lot before, and was forced to hone his one-on-one skills, so it was okay to pretend to be aggressive in front of novices.

And even though Jiang Zhao is a novice, he is much better at playing than Zheng Mengyang.

Jian Yao felt that Jiang Zhao, as a novice, had mastered the essence of the game: don't die, be obedient, and hold on.

Zheng Mengyang jumped towards a crowded place and basically fell into a box, but Jiang Zhao followed Jian Yao all the time, did not rush when he saw people, searched for things carefully, and finally left P City alive with Jian Yao.

At the end of the game, although he couldn't eat the chicken, he also got a good ranking.

"continue?"

"Ah."

The two entered the base again. Jian Yao randomly selected a person who was punished to stand and hammered his head. Just as he was hammering vigorously, Jiang Zhao ran over.

"I'm curious about one thing," Jiang Zhao said.

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"If the monthly exam is normal, how many points do you have?"

Jian Yao turned his head to look at Jiang Zhao, who was still looking at the screen, with no expression on his face.

Jiang Zhao waited for a while but didn't get a response, and turned his head to look over. Jian Yao was stunned, and quickly avoided his gaze.

"I don't know, more than 700?" Jian Yao stared at his screen again, and slapped the face of the person in front of him, "It must be taller than you anyway."

Jian Yao's words were not credible, even he himself was not sure, Jiang Zhao ignored him, and probably didn't believe him either.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Jian Yao said.

The light from the screen reflected in his eyes, hiding complex emotions.

Did Jiang Zhao want to ask him why he pretended to have poor grades?

It's normal to be curious about this kind of thing, not to mention that Jiang Zhao has a good relationship with him now.

If Jiang Zhao really asked, he wasn't unwilling to say it.

"It's nothing." Jiang Zhao paused and continued, "I'm just curious about how you keep your grades like this."

What does that make him say?

"Extraordinary talent." Jian Yao opened the map to look at the route, and said, "Life is not all about studying, and I can maintain it pretty well every day."

"..." Jiang Zhao watched the red dots jumping around on the map, and said in a flat tone, "You're really not afraid of being beaten for saying that."

Jian Yaoxin said that I wanted to hit you a long time ago, and snorted: "You asked me before you said, I usually keep a low profile."

The two went to a crowded place to fight again, but this time they were unlucky, they were always running in circles, and finally they were blocked by people in the circle and taken away.

Jian Yao was about to start the third round. Zheng Mengyang finally said goodbye to the little sister, turned around and called Jian Yao twice, and after Jian Yao raised one earphone, he said, "Are you hungry, go eat?"

"What to eat, barbecue?"

"Barbecue again, I just ate it yesterday." Zheng Mengyang said, "Go to eat fried skewers?"

"Okay." Jian Yao let go of the earphones in response, turned to the left/leaned a little and asked, "Do you want to eat fried skewers? Together?"

The person next to him gave a low "hmm": "It's fine."

Only then did Zheng Mengyang realize that someone was sitting on the machine next to Jian Yao.

This man was wearing the same school uniform jacket as them, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows like Jian Yao, but he was sitting very straight, and he didn't look like he was here to surf the Internet, but an undercover agent sent by the teacher to arrest people.

When Zheng Mengyang saw this man's face clearly, he was almost in awe.

"...Jiang Zhao?" Zheng Mengyang almost bit his tongue, looked at the chicken eating interface in front of him, smiled and said, "You play games too."

"He's much better than you." Jian Yao had already got off the plane, took off his earphones and hung them on the monitor, stood up and stretched his waist, "A pure novice bravely ventured into P city with me, and he can still come out alive, you Caibi thinks for himself."

"Fuck, I'm not the one who mainly plays this game." Zheng Mengyang said, "We will be League of Legends another day, and Dad will take you to fly."

Jian Yao smiled: "You should take your young lady there."

The three of them walked out of the Internet cafe. It was already dark outside, and the Fried Skewer shop was right next to the snack street. At this time, there were so many people, the shop was full, and there were students from all nearby schools.

September is about to enter, midsummer has come to an end, the wind in the evening is very cool, Jian Yao called the boss to add a table outside the store, the three of them went into the store to choose food and sat outside to wait.

The lively atmosphere made Zheng Mengyang temporarily forget who he was facing. Standing in front of the freezer, he turned around and asked, "Jiang Zhao, would you like some wine?"

"He is allergic to alcohol, so he can't drink." Jian Yao said.

Zheng Mengyang gave Jian Yao a strange look, then looked at Jiang Zhao and continued to ask, "Then what do you drink?"

Jiang Zhao said, "No, I have water."

"You take beer, I'll drink with you." Jian Yao said.

Zheng Mengyang ignored him, took two boxes of yogurt and closed the freezer.

"Hey, beer." Jian Yao said again.

"Beer sucks, let's forget about your drinking capacity." Zheng Mengyang rolled his eyes, and slapped two boxes of yogurt on the table, "Just drink this."

"Damn." Jian Yao smiled.

It's easy for boys to get acquainted, eat a meal and play a game to be friends, Zheng Mengyang sat down and realized that Jiang Zhao didn't even know him, first introduced himself, and then lowered his head to play with his phone.

The proprietress quickly brought out the fried food, and Zheng Mengyang raised his phone to take a few photos, then lowered his head and continued to giggle at the phone.

Jian Yao couldn't help slandering people in love once again. He picked up his chopsticks and knocked on the table: "Hey, hey, bow-headed people, please look up at me!"

Zheng Mengyang raised his head, with the remaining smile on his face: "What do I see you doing?"

Jian Yao smiled, took a piece of tenderloin and soaked it in the sauce: "You and I are still there after eating, can you pay attention and take care of the two single dogs next to you."

"Damn." Zheng Mengyang looked like he had eaten kimchi, and stretched out his finger to sweep back and forth in front of Jian Yao and Jiang Zhao, "Are you two afraid that you won't find a girlfriend?"

Such things as girlfriends are too illusory for Jian Yao, he never thought about it.

He didn't want to discuss this topic, so he responded by raising his eyebrows. Jiang Zhao didn't even raise his head, and concentrated on eating what was on the plate.

Zheng Mengyang also knew that it's not good to chat alone when having dinner with friends, so he withdrew his hand and said, "I'll order a takeaway with my dear, it will be ready soon."

Jian Yao didn't bother to pay attention to him, watched Jiang Zhaoan eating quietly, couldn't help leaning over, raised his arms on his shoulders, and pressed half of his weight on him.

Jian Yao didn't have anything to say, so he casually said, "How old are you?"

Jiang Zhao said, "October."

"Oh." Jian Yao didn't want to move his arm, so he changed his left hand to pick vegetables, and said solemnly, "I'm one month old, older than you, called brother."

Jiang Zhao glanced at Jian Yao, as if looking at a fool.

"Pull you down, you don't want to see how many years you have been in January." Zheng Mengyang finished ordering takeout, just overheard their conversation, interrupted, and said to Jiang Zhao, "He is just a younger brother, the youngest of all. .”

"Fuck, younger than you is also your father." Jian Yao couldn't hold the food with his left hand for a long time, so he simply put down his chopsticks to beat Zheng Mengyang's people.

He waved his hand in front of Zheng Mengyang, and Zheng Mengyang dodged as soon as he turned back, but he didn't care, and withdrew his hand and continued to use Jiang Zhao as a cushion.

The lively atmosphere put Jian Yao in a good mood, he seemed drunk even without drinking, and he couldn't help talking more.

He felt that Jiang Zhao was not enthusiastic all the time, and thought that Jiang Zhao and Zheng Mengyang were not familiar with each other, so he turned his head and said to Jiang Zhao, "Zheng Mengyang is my childhood friend, do you remember when I first started school, I asked you for papers and answers, It's what he wants."

Jiang Zhao: "Yes."

"Can you be more enthusiastic, can you say a few more words?" Jian Yao couldn't help but said straight, picked up his yogurt and put it in front of him, threatening and seductive, "I'll buy you a box of yogurt, hurry up, say it. "

"..." Jiang Zhao stared at the half-drinked box of yogurt, and remained silent for a long time.

He had resistance written all over his face, as if his soul was struggling deep in his heart for a few seconds and was about to jump out. Jian Yao raised his hand and pushed the yogurt closer to him, forcing his soul back.

Jiang Zhao finally gave up resisting, lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and asked, "You are too heavy, can you sit still?"