Hold on, we can win

"Why are you clinging to me!"

Ellip jumped lightly and jumped on top of him.

A thick shield instantly appeared on Zhuge Liang's body, offsetting the deadly attack of the defense tower, and the corners of Qin Huai's mouth slightly raised.

"Ruixiang is here, the disaster is gone!"

Zhuge Liang made a big move to lock the enemy, and bombarded the enemy's remaining blood with a destructive energy bomb.

Before the skills arrived, Zhuge Liang went out of the tower first, and returned to the city together with Yao.

Real man, never look back at the explosion.

The appearance of Shiyu Tianji and Encounter Shenlu exudes pleated brilliance.

Zhuge Liang shook the time umbrella, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and he glanced back at Yao who was hanging on his body with peach blossom eyes that were charming to Baisheng.

Accompanied by the gorgeous special effects of returning to the city, it looks like a talented man and a beautiful woman flying together.

"Penta Kill!!"

The vitality bullet hits the enemy hero who has fled to the base with residual blood.

Pentakill broadcast resounded through the canyon! !

"Thank you……"

Qin Huai dialed a friendly communication signal between returning to the city.

"Thank you……"

Ellip responded.

"Wow, wow, wow! Brother Huai's five kills!"

"Brother Huai, you're called Daddy Huai!"

Feng Guozhi and Liu Huiyuan were even more excited than Qin Huai who had won the pentakill, and they croaked from the sidelines.

What nobody notices is that after Ellip chooses cold, the song screen is grayed out.

The spear fell, and Yun Ying fell to the ground;

"Anally has been plained!"

song (Yunying): "..."

……

University of Los Angeles, a certain training room.

A handsome young man with long hair over his eyebrows and a mole at the corner of his eye came in with a cup of coffee in one hand.

Holding a cup of coffee, he stood beside the young man leaning on the gaming chair.

The man had a bunch of dull hair on his head, heavy dark circles under his eyes, a high bridge of nose, and an inaudible little black sparrow on the right side of his nose. He was nestling on the gaming chair and playing with his mobile phone.

"Why didn't you fuck me just now?"

"What tiger and wolf words."

The dull-haired young man smelled the mellow aroma of coffee, picked up the blue water cup and a pack of instant coffee on the table, and went to the water dispenser.

"I said that game."

"Oh, his bounty is higher than yours."

... There are reasons and evidences, and the young man holding the coffee didn't know how to refute for a while.

"your friend?"

"Well, I'm not very familiar with it."

"I don't know you very well, and you still play as a support. It's okay to deceive Xiaoming with this kind of argument."

After making the coffee, the dull-haired young man leaned his butt on the table, took a sip of the coffee along the rim of the cup, and suddenly felt sleepy dissipated.

"I'm really unfamiliar, it's just training newcomers. You didn't find that he played well in the middle lane, and his command awareness is also top-notch, but his rank is a bit low."

"That's true. At present, we are quite lacking in the middle lane, but what we lack is the top mid laner. I'm afraid King of Glory or those below 1900 in the peak game will not be able to do so."

"So in terms of training, I think his upper limit is very high."

"Brother, Song Bao, what are you talking about?"

Jiang Xiaoming came back from the outside with a big shopping bag full of snacks in his hand.

First, he put half of the snacks in Yu Qingsong's desk storage box, then put some on the dull-haired young man's desk, and finally put the remaining few packs on his seat.

"Will Liaojiang Xiaoming hold Yu Qingsong's leg and cry next time when he's drunk?" the dull-haired young man smiled.

Yu Qingsong: "..."

"Who hugged his leg and cried! I didn't!"

Jiang Xiaoming blushed suddenly thinking of the embarrassing things he did while drunk.

"Well, you didn't, it was Young Master Yu who stretched out his legs for you to hug."

Jiang Xiaoming: "..."

At this time, a tall girl wearing a white baseball cap walked in with a box of takeaway.

The long black hair over the shoulders is intertwined with a strand of blue hair, and the dress is quite fashionable and youthful.

"Captain Xu." Yu Qingsong was the first to see it.

"Sister Orange!"

Jiang Xiaoming quickly sat next to Xu Cheng, "What are you eating? It looks delicious. Which cafeteria bought it?"

"Takeaway, the cafeteria doesn't sell it. Have you eaten, can you have some?" Xu Cheng said while eating.

"I ate it and bought a bunch of snacks!"

Xu Cheng took a look and saw that there were several packs of snacks on Yu Qingsong's table, and said with a smile, "No one for your sister Cheng?"

"Ah... yes, yes!"

Jiang Xiaoming took the snacks from her table and put them in front of Xu Cheng's table.

"Just kidding, eat it!" Xu Cheng smiled and patted Jiang Xiaoming's head.

After taking a few bites of food, Xu Cheng asked, "By the way, have you found a suitable middle lane recently?"

"I have a freshman fellow who is very good, but he doesn't seem to be interested in clubs and school teams." Yu Qingsong said while holding a coffee.

"Which is a newcomer, why don't I know, when did you meet?" Jiang Xiaoming moved to Yu Qingsong's side.

"Don't interrupt children when adults talk." Yu Qingsong pulled Jiang Xiaoming aside.

"Try to dig first, and pick out the strongest at the end. Now our team is very strong in field support and shooting, and we only need a top mid laner. This year's Los Angeles e-sports competition and the National College League, our Luo Dazhi will definitely win!" Xu Cheng explain.

The dull-haired young man on the side seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.

The junior high level and talent are high, but the rank is far from enough, I'm afraid it won't convince the public.

If he really wants to join the e-sports club, he needs to quickly improve his rank.

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, dusk fell.

After finishing his professional coursework, Qin Huai put on a mask and left the dormitory.

Hungry, go downstairs to eat.

Chao Kai is only in the dormitory when he is sleeping all day long. The rest of the time he is either in class or in the study room and library. He usually sees no one.

Qin Huai, Liu Huiyuan and Feng Guozhi ate together.

Today, Liu Huiyuan and Feng Guozhi were about to hit the top ten stars of the king, so they didn't care about eating right now, so they bought two barrels of instant noodles from the vending machine on the first floor.

Qin Huai didn't want to eat instant noodles.

He didn't eat less of this stuff when he was living alone two years ago, but now he's about to throw up when he smells it.

It happened that there was no class in the evening and the homework was finished, so Qin Huai wanted to go to the snack street near the school to have dinner.

Compared with delicacies from mountains and seas, Qin Huai now prefers snack streets and roadside stalls with more fireworks.

Although the roadside stalls in the snack street don’t seem to be able to sell noodles, the owners are very honest, they serve a lot of food, and the taste is quite good.

He used to live alone in a rented house near high school, and often ate at nearby roadside stalls when he wasn't cooking.

It is a hundred times more delicious than the delicacies from the mountains and seas served by my father and brother.

Because what I eat when I'm in a bad mood tastes like nothing.

It’s the same in any city, after nightfall is the world of snack streets.

Especially near the university, the street stalls are the most authentic.

The street vendors who were chased away by the city management during the day have all come out of the stalls, beer dirty waist barbecue, pancakes and fruits.

There are various types of stalls, full of fireworks.

There is a snack street at the Xiaonanmen Gate of Los Angeles University.

There are fixed stalls that have gone through the formalities, and there are mobile hawker carts to set up stalls.

Red lanterns are hung on small shops and carts, the boss is busy spreading cakes, skewers and fried rice noodles, and students come and go.

There are also some migrant workers nearby who, after a busy day, stand a whole fried rice noodle shop, order a few cold dishes, open a bottle of beer to eat and drink with the workers, comment on the world situation, and discuss the family's interests.

Qin Huai was wearing a black hoodie and a mask, walking in the food stall with his hands in his pockets.

There are too many types of stalls, all kinds, but there is nothing Qin Huai wants to eat.

He wants to eat a simple bowl of noodles, preferably with a little chili oil and garlic.

However, Luocheng is located in the Central Plains, neither the south nor the north, and there are not many noodle stalls in the entire snack street.

In the [-]-meter snack street, Qin Huai walked to the last section in a daze, only to see a noodle stall with a shed propped against the wall.

The boss is an aunt with a white chef's hat on her head.

There is a little girl next to her, sitting obediently next to the boss, with round eyes, she looks very obedient.

It may be because the location is not near the front, there are not many customers in the pavement, only two or three people are eating noodles.

Qin Huai scanned the menu posted on the wall and said, "Boss, come for a bowl of spare rib noodles."

"Okay, wait a minute, baby!"

The boss saw that a customer came to order and started to get busy.

"Eat here or take away?"

"Eat here."

Qin Huai found a seat and sat down, looking at the surrounding environment.

The pavement is very small, with only five or six small tables, but it is cleaned quite cleanly, and all kinds of ingredients are also arranged in an orderly manner.

It can be seen that the boss is a fastidious person.

Although it is a roadside stall, the sanitation of the stall is quite good.

The little girl next to the boss is very obedient and cute, just playing by herself.

After a while, the noodles were served.

There is a large bowl full of green vegetables and large ribs, which looks quite interesting.

"You can add chili oil and vinegar according to your taste!" the aunt said with a smile.

"Thank you auntie."

Qin Huai took the bowl, picked up the chili oil next to it, poured out a little solid, and the aroma immediately overflowed.

After mixing it twice, I picked up a chopstick head and put it into my mouth.

The taste is quite good.

The noodles are firm but not sticky, and the soup base is a broth made from pork ribs, which is neither salty nor bland nor greasy.

The ribs are marinated very tasty, not only not firewood, but also quite delicious.

This directly filled Qin Huai's favorability for this small stall.

But after eating a few mouthfuls, I always feel like something is missing.

Come to think of it, I lost my soul.

"Boss, do you have any garlic?" Qin Huai asked.

"Ah, sorry, yes, I'll get it for you!"

Before the auntie could make a move, the little girl next to her took out a garlic from the box, ran to Qin Huai's side, blinked her big eyes and stretched out her hands: "Here you are!"

"Thank you!"

Qin Huai used to have an everyday world-weary face, but now he saw the cute little sister holding garlic for him, and showed a rare smile.

The little girl giggled, and then ran to the boss, as if a little shy.

Qin Huai peeled a few cloves of garlic and put them in a bowl, one mouthful of garlic and one mouthful of noodles, it was better than a living god.

This is what he learned when he shared a table with a migrant worker uncle at a roadside stall after he left home to live alone.

I hated it at first, but once I got used to it, I couldn't quit.

Whenever I eat noodles, I need some garlic.

……

On the other side of the snack street.

"Hello, Qingsong."

A young man with frizzy hair in the crowd answered the phone.

"Old Shen, did you go to the restaurant for dinner? Bring me back the hot and spicy mix from Restaurant No. [-]."

"I'm at the snack street outside." The dull-haired youth said.

"Then bring me a bowl of noodles, the one you used to eat before."

"OK."

……

Qin Huai had just eaten half a bowl of noodles when two unexpected visitors came to the stall.

"Girl, it's time to pay the management fee!" A yellow-haired man said to the boss with a cigarette in his mouth.

Qin Huai didn't look back, thinking it was the city management.

I thought to myself why the urban management in Los Angeles is so stupid, they charge management fees when they charge management fees, how come they can't even speak human words.

"You are not urban management, why should I pay you?" the boss said while holding the little girl behind him, holding a spoon.

Good guy, not an urban management yet.

If it's not urban management, the management fee is probably a protection fee.

Huang Mao knocked on the table and said: "In our territory, we must abide by our rules."

The man with the non-mainstream haircut stood forward, squatted in front of the little girl, and said with a smile, "Little sister, don't be afraid, brothers are just here for routine business."

"You... how much do you want?" The boss protected the little girl.

After all, she was in the stall business, and knew how powerful Huangmao and these rascals were, so she didn't dare to provoke them.

I would rather offend a gentleman than a villain.

Although the city management is very strict, they are determined not to harm you, this kind of rascal...

"Seeing how small your stall is, let's take this amount." Huang Mao stretched out two fingers.

"Two hundred?" The boss breathed a sigh of relief, if he could exchange two days' turnover for several months of peace.

She is willing to pay the money.

"Two hundred?" Huang Mao smiled, "You sent the beggar! I said two thousand!"

"What, two thousand? We don't have two thousand for you." The boss's face was pale.

Her monthly net profit is only two to three thousand, so how can she afford the sky-high "management fee".

"Should I pay or not?"

"We have no money for you." The boss shook his head firmly.

"Don't pay, right! Believe it or not, no one will dare to come to your dilapidated stall for dinner in the future?"

With that said, Huang Mao walked towards the customers who were eating noodles.

To deal with this kind of small vendor, there is no point in doing it.

Scaring her customers and making her fail to do business is the biggest blow.

Moreover, this kind of move has been tried and tested, and it is much easier to use than touching the boss.

"You, you, you, get out!" Huang Mao walked into the shed and began to drive the students away.

Originally, there were fewer students eating noodles, and they didn't dare to provoke gangsters outside the school.

Threatened by Huang Mao, he was so frightened that he quickly scanned the QR code to pay and leave.

Seeing the students leaving in a hurry, Huang Mao showed a smug smile: "Boss, it's not easy to make a living, and we won't make it difficult for you. After paying the money, we will guarantee you a worry-free business for the past few months."

"Otherwise, I will come every day in the future, and you don't want to do a good job! Just like today, no one dares to come to eat!" Huang Mao threatened.

"There's... one more." The man with the non-mainstream hairstyle reminded Huang Mao.

Huang Mao looked back and saw a thin student wearing a black hoodie who was still eating noodles.

A mouthful of garlic, a chopsticks noodles, eating with joy, as if he didn't exist.

Immediately, Huang Mao felt very embarrassed, and walked towards this person with his head turned away.

"Still eating, still eating! Hurry up and get out!" Huang Mao angrily scolded.

"Five seconds."

The student in the black hoodie didn't look up, he was still eating noodles.

"What five seconds?"

"Within five seconds, get lost."