King's return

Big Big Wolf was stunned for a moment, scratched his curly hair and said, "It's easy, I'll pay you back when I go in and win some money from BQ."

"You know how to play BQ?" Rong Jian didn't mind sharing buns with this poor, slovenly and down-and-out foreigner, since he didn't buy them with his own money anyway.

So the two big men squatted on the side of the road chatting and gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, and it was only then that Rong Jian knew that he was a German.

"My name is Jones, you can call me J."

Rong Jian tried to call out: "囧."

J blinked curiously: "Is this the name translated into Chinese?"

"En." Rong Jian nodded solemnly.

J patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "Oh, you are such a good person... But you Chinese are so dark, I just got off the plane today and took a car at the airport, but the driver took me around for three hours to the city center…”

Rong Jian's cheeks were stuffed with sauced meat, and when he heard this, he gave the other party a sympathetic look: "It took a detour three times."

J bit off a lump of fresh meat in one bite, and continued to complain: "It's okay to take a detour, but when I finally paid the bill, I was charged 30 yuan!"

"Only thirty?"

Immediately afterwards, J said in grief and indignation: "Thirty euros!"

"Pfft—" Rong Jian accidentally sprayed out a piece of bun skin, "What happened next?"

"Later..." J sighed and his voice became even more bleak, "I got off that taxi, and I had to take a bus to reach my destination, but unexpectedly, my wallet was stolen by a pickpocket in the car."

Rong Jian thought this was really bad luck, and asked curiously, "Even if you lose your wallet, at least you still have luggage, right?"

J turned his head with a crying expression: "I got out of the car on that Huangquan Road, and before I walked a few steps, I was stopped by the little gangsters here, who dragged my luggage away!"

"...sorry." Rong Jian looked at him with infinite sympathy, then quickly picked up the last bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Seeing how tall you are, why did you get robbed so easily?"

J said with some embarrassment: "I am busy playing games on weekdays, and it is said that you Chinese know 'Kung Fu', I can't beat you..."

Rong Jian frowned and asked again, "Why didn't you call the police?"

J frowns: "They say this is an 'international dispute' and they have to go to the 'relevant department' to file a case, but I don't know how the 'relevant department' will proceed."

Rong Jian licked his lips with unfinished content, and said sincerely: "It's a miracle that you were not abducted by human traffickers."

"Human traffickers? There was a bald dwarf in that bar just now who pestered me and asked me how much it cost for a shot. Is he a human trafficker? And what does 'a shot' mean?"

After a moment of silence, Rong Jian said flatly, "...he thought you were selling fireworks."

"Oh."

The buns were finished, and the nonsense was over, Rong Jian wanted to pat his ass and leave, but J tugged at his sleeve and pulled him into the Internet cafe with a smile: "Let's go, let me pay you back the buns. "

Rong Jian thought to himself that this person seemed to have high confidence in his BQ level, so he pushed the boat along and followed to watch.

The so-called "playing money" is actually a kind of gambling in the competitive game circle. Rong Jian used to play money outside a lot when he was a student, but of course he has forgotten all about it now.

This Internet cafe is small in scale, but there are quite a lot of people. It is filled with smoke and miasma, and the walls are old and peeled off with lime powder.

J has been nesting here for a whole morning, and he has become acquainted with the boss. Although his people are a little bit old-fashioned, he is really not good at BQ level. Here's to being a cheap gunslinger.

Seeing that J brought in a handsome man in a well-fitting suit, the owner of the Internet cafe looked at Rong Jian in surprise for a while, seeing the cold and steady expression of the other party, the silver-rimmed glasses seemed to be reflecting light faintly, the boss felt a little bit in his heart, could it be that Did he bring a friend here to settle accounts with him for cheating him? !

But Rong Jian didn't know anything about the boss's ups and downs, he just blankly glanced at the various BQ maps on the computer screens around him.

And J has already pulled a group of BQ players who often spend money in Internet cafes, shouting and shouting.

In fact, J stayed here all morning, and I don’t know how many Chinese players fell into his hands. This group of people has long disliked him, and now they are still openly provoking on their own territory? !It's too long!

The ID of the leader of this group is Braveheart, and under the excitement of the Internet cafe, he naturally bravely took the lead.

Almost the entire Internet cafe's players ran to his side to help out, while Rong Jian stood alone on J's side. Under the contemptuous eyes of everyone, he was labeled a traitor.

But Rong Jian didn't mind these at all, because his attention was completely attracted by the LCD screen in front of J.

It was only then that he noticed that J had a pair of slender hands with ten fingers. His skin was very white, and his fingers flew like flying on the keyboard. Whether it was mouse click accuracy or hand speed, he was obviously many times better than his opponent.

It has just been warmed up for a while, that brave heart has already turned cold, and J has just begun to enter the state.

From Rong Jian's angle, he could just see his serious side face. It was no longer complaining to him about his sorrows begging for buns just now.

For some reason, Rong Jian suddenly thought of Lin Yanxiu, his head of household, nanny, personal trainer and boss.Could it be that everyone who plays competitive games has a dual personality?

Undoubtedly, with J's fast hands, abusing this group of ordinary players squatting in a small Internet cafe is no different from stepping on cabbage.

Only 5 minutes into the first battle, Braveheart raised the white flag to surrender with no expression on his face. J laughed, and reached out to get the ten yuan bet on the table.

Rong Jian suddenly turned his head and raised his eyebrows coldly at the owner of the Internet cafe. The boss gave the boss a fright, and immediately honestly exchanged the ten yuan to coax the child into a hundred bills.

"Huh? So many?" J looked surprised.

Rong Jian also felt strange, why did he just look up at the clock hanging on the wall, and the money increased?

One person fell, and countless others stood up, and soon someone took his place.

Unexpectedly, this time it was even worse, and he fell down in only 4 minutes.

Rong Jian was watching J's combat from behind, but his overall style was different from Lin Yanxiu's. Lin Yanxiu often pursued quick battles and took the path of extreme violence, while J's style was varied, like a magician It seemed so unpredictable that it dazzled Rong Jian.

What the two have in common is their extremely fast hand speed.

The third, the fourth...the seventh, J actually killed seven of them in one hour!

There was a dead silence in the Internet cafe, everyone looked at J and Rong Jian as if they were monsters, the legendary feat of wearing seven in one pass, you can't just see it if you just want to!

J seemed to be still in the mood: "Who else? Next!"

Everyone was speechless, this laowai really deserved a beating, but the big guy really had no face to continue to be bullied by the laowai, so he had to leave one by one in disgrace.

Even an idiot should know that if he meets a real master this time, it is very likely to be a professional level.

Rong Jian was thinking with great interest, wondering who would win when J and Lin Yanxiu played against each other?

"Oh, why is there no one else, Rong, how about we play once?" J grabbed a handful of Grandpa Mao and waved his arms happily.

The black eyes hidden behind the lens flickered slightly, Rong Jian moved to the opposite computer and sat down, made an ID at random, and said, "I just learned it not long ago."

"It's okay! I'll teach you!" J was even happier, thinking that Rong Jian is really a kind person, not only treating himself to buns, but also playing games with him.

When he really entered the battle, J realized that Rong Jian is really a cabbage. Not only is his hand speed slow, but he also makes many basic common-sense mistakes.

The only thing that surprised him was that Rong Jian seemed to have a very keen sense of smell, whether it was defense or counterattack, the timing was surprisingly accurate, although the operation was a mess.

……

For a short while, the two of them fought to the death in this unknown small Internet cafe. It wasn't until Rong Jian felt his stomach growling that he realized that it was dark outside.

J played very high, paid the money with a wave of his hand, and bought ten buns in one go.

"Rong, next time you play on the battle platform, I still have a lot of strategies to teach you!" J gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun while beaming with joy.

Rong Jian, on the other hand, nodded coquettishly, pretending to be neither salty nor insipid, but in fact, she was already happy in her heart.

"Jone!" A man in a white casual shirt suddenly came hurriedly at the intersection of people coming and going, and when someone came closer to take a look, he and Rong Jian were taken aback at the same time.

"Rong Jian, why are you here?" It was none other than Wen You who brought takeaway food to visit Rong Jian when he was hospitalized.

"Why are you here?" Rong Jian was surprised and thought silently in his heart, it seems that there is no need to worry about the travel expenses back.

J stared exaggeratedly at the side: "You two know each other?"

The three of them each told their stories, and Wen You couldn't laugh or cry.

It turns out that Jone met Wen You on the international VS battle platform. He is the number one player in the German super club, and he is also a real gold medal player in China, on the same level as the former Rong Jian.

This time I came to China for vacation, and by the way, I saw the grand occasion of China's NGC National League. Naturally, I called Wen You the host. I didn't expect to encounter a lot of bad luck before I saw it.

Also met Rong Jian.

Wen You suddenly remembered something, took out his cell phone and sent a text message, and smiled at Rong Jian: "You guys are really restless, you don't even bring your cell phone when you go out, do you know that Lin Yanxiu didn't see you when he came home, I'm going crazy looking for you all over the world, and my mobile phone was almost blown up all afternoon."

Rong Jian's heart was shocked, and even his usual indifferent expression was slightly disturbed.

Wen You watched Rong Jian's expression, and smiled knowingly: "Get in the car, I'll take Jone back to the hotel first, and then I'll drive you back."

Rong Jian was naturally disrespectful.

When the two drove back to the suburban villa area, the lights were already on.

In the rainy season, the night wind in early spring carries a moist coolness, the moon is missing and the loneliness hangs, and the silence around can be spread far and wide even with a soft voice.

When Rong Jian stepped down from Wen You's car, his legs were already sore. If he hadn't been sitting most of the time, he might have been lying on the ground.

"I won't go in. The provincial boss Lin dismantled me into parts. Please pray for your own blessings. Goodbye." Wen You smiled at him gently, watched him walk to the door, and then stepped on the accelerator to leave. go.

Rong Jian noticed that the Porsche parked in the yard hadn't even entered the garage, and wondered how many times Lin Yanxiu drove out to find him.

Before he could sort out his mood, the dark red door opened silently.

The speed of opening the door was so fast that he almost thought that the other party was standing at the door and waiting.

The chandelier in the living room was as pale as the furniture. Lin Yanxiu was standing in the entrance with the backlight, his entire face was almost too dark to see his facial features.

Rong Jian originally thought that the other party would definitely scold him, but Lin Yanxiu just looked at him silently, without saying a word, then turned around and left.

It made Rong Jian unable to spit out the words in his stomach. For some reason, Lin Yanxiu like this made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"... Lin Yanxiu." Rong Jian called softly.

The stopped man paused, turned his face slightly, and said in an unexpectedly hoarse voice: "When you get back, take a shower and rest early, and you will continue training tomorrow morning." Locked the bedroom door.

Rong Jian froze in place for a moment, and then slowly and habitually went to the kitchen. He didn't expect that as soon as he entered, he saw cold food on the dining table. He hardly touched a chopstick. Holding a newly bought thermos, the Wangzai milk inside is still warm.

He pursed his lips and rubbed his fingers on the thermos for a while before picking up the milk jug.

"Oh, awkward and boring guy..." Rong Jian sighed, sat down silently and rubbed his sore knees, grabbed his chopsticks and ate several cold dishes one bite at a time.

Speaking of which, I haven't eaten a good meal today. Although it's a bit cold, the taste is not bad.

"What are you going to eat when it's cold? Do you want to have a stomachache early in the morning?" The cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him startled him. When Rong Jian turned around, he saw Boss Lin standing there like a spirit behind him. How long have you been standing.

The chopsticks poked into the dish again, Rong Jian looked at him: "You didn't eat dinner?"

Lin Yanxiu looked away and snorted coldly, "Of course I've eaten it!"

It's a pity that before the words were finished, someone's stomach exploded with a muffled thunder—fortunately, it wasn't in the living room, otherwise it would be so loud that it would echo.

Rong Jian just smiled lightly, then turned his head and continued to eat cold dishes one bite at a time, without complaining or taunting the other party for the first time.

But this kind of reaction made Boss Lin feel even more humiliated. He was hesitating, but the bastard picked out all the dishes he didn't like and stuffed them into another bowl, then calmly stretched out a finger and put them in the bowl. The bowl was pushed in Lin Yanxiu's direction.

"Give it to you, don't waste it."

"...Rongjian! Who the hell is wasting it?!" Lin Yanxiu felt that he thought that this guy was considerate of himself for a moment just now.

Lin Yanxiu feebly filled his mouth with the pork liver and bitter gourd that Rong Jian hated most, and it took a long time before he asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Did you go to Wen You today?"

Rong Jian raised his eyebrows: "I'm looking for him?"

"Didn't he send you back just now?" Lin Yanxiu buried his head in cooking, and the voice that came out was even lower.

"...It's just a coincidence." Rong Jian remembered what happened during the day, and immediately became interested. After thinking about it, he decided to sum it up in the simplest sentence, "Today when I was robbing on Huangquan Road, I met a man named Jiong. People, eat buns with me and teach me how to play games."

"puff--"

The bitter gourd in Boss Lin's mouth was sprayed all over the table in an instant, and he coughed for a long time but still couldn't figure out the rich connotation in this sentence.

Then I heard Rong Jian continue to say: "Jon is a German, good at everything, but a bit stupid..."

Lin Yanxiu twitched suddenly, thinking how stupid this person must be to be called a fool by Rong Jian...