Temple and special horse racing skills

In the arena of underground black boxing, Shi Er knocked his opponent to the ground without much effort, and walked off the stage illuminated by the spotlight.

In fact, he is not short of money, at least not so badly - although this strength cannot make people exorcise the curse spirit, there are many ways to make money.Conjurers claim to be superior to ordinary people, but this kind of underground competitive competition without rules is indeed dominated by non-magicians. Although the bubble of the economic crisis shows signs of bursting, it has obviously not yet affected these straight and high-ranking people. guy.

But it’s fine if he can make money—he met a Korean named Kong Shiyu nearby. That person can see spells but has no spells. He will introduce him to this kind of work that can make money quickly. It’s just from an economic point of view. Help each other as mentioned above.

"Think about the way you spend your money a little bit?"

After becoming a little more familiar, Kong Shiyu would occasionally have the courage to make fun of him: "It's too wasteful to just gamble."

It's not that gambling is not recommended...Compared to it, gambling money away is a less extreme expense, but this person's luck is really bad. After the money enters the casino, it's like running water, and it's still the same. A black-hearted version that dares to do business even when facing minors.

If spending money would bring happiness, then spending it would not be so distressing, but now he can already feel heartache just by watching - this person didn't look very happy when he gambled.

"Then where should it be used?"

Shi Er put down the dice. To be honest, this kind of gambling method is too different from the double six thousand years ago.

"Hmm...eating and drinking? But you don't drink too much."

Kong Shiyu thought for a while, then clenched his left fist and tapped the palm of his right, and finally said: "Then spend it there, anyway, you don't look like a minor."

Shinjuku, Kabukicho Sakura-dori, the two stood in front of the street shining in the night, lost in thought.

In contrast, Zenyuan Shier seemed to be the more calm one. He acted like a regular customer here, throwing down banknotes to pay for the entrance, watching under the bright and dim lights, several Actresses do some dances on stage that raise the blood pressure of those around them.Kong Shiyu smiled briefly, and whispered in his ear, "Chanyuan Lord, if you give them enough money, you can make them do whatever you want."

... To be honest, he doesn't really want to conduct these modern white beats[1].

But everything came, and the money would be gambled if it wasn't spent here, so after the dance performance ended, they changed places smoothly, and there were several dancers with heavy makeup and revealing clothes sitting around them.

He doesn't drink, but Kong Shiyu can drink, and the other party calmly allows him to treat him, without feeling any guilt about being an elder.

No need for him to mention, these people will surround him and say some good words of reassurance, including praising his appearance and praising him for his generous spending. If he allows, these people are willing to peel grapes and feed them directly into their mouths.People who can come here are more or less stressed in their lives, and the ability to relieve is their "professional scope".

"Mr. Chanyuan—"

"Just call it by name."

"Then Shi Er-jun."

They lowered their voices and held goblets filled with dark red wine: "You can tell us any troubles you have."

This is a general rhetoric, and it is a safe way to start a topic other than talking about the weather, wine, and favorite songs and dances. Regardless of whether the conversation will end up in bed or not, it is the beginning of a conversation.

Kong Shiyu was obviously well versed in this, and even after thinking about it seriously, he found that he really had nothing to say.

Of course, it is not easy to communicate with them about the affairs of the Chanyuan family, especially the matter of God's curse-it may not be taken as real, and there is a high probability that it will be regarded as the content of light novels.In addition, this group of people will not help his situation in the slightest if they use money to do things.

Even he himself deeply believes that non-magicians who cannot see the magic spirit are inferior, and it is really unnecessary to listen to some good-sounding lies from others.

He glanced at the red wine in the goblet. These people were not too drunk, and Kong Shiyu's cheeks were only slightly red, and his head was still clear.The young man with beard raised his eyebrows at him, saying don't worry, people here have a good sense of secrecy, no matter what shocking things you say, when you leave this door, everyone will treat it as if nothing happened.

So he smiled and asked, "Would you like to drink cider if it weren't for getting drunk?"

...

"Mr. Shier is obviously very good at talking!"

Half an hour later, the atmosphere became lively again. Two bottles of cider of the same style were opened on the table, with a slightly sweet taste.Even Kong Shiyu showed a look of surprise, lamenting that he is simply talented in this area - if he works near here, he might be able to make a lot of money from women.

What to say will make people happy, how to quickly integrate into the environment, if you really want to try it, it is not difficult to do.He poured out the ginger wine, poured each a glass, the glass clinking crisply, and watched the men's throats move as they swallowed.

"How? Is it delicious?"

"It's obvious that Mr. Shi'er also drank a lot!"

The people he didn't know at all leaned on his left and right shoulders very familiarly, and teased with a drawn-out tone: "It's best to drink wine with everyone—"

Shi Er raised his head, and poured the remaining golden bottom of the cup into his mouth. The sweetness was smacked, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, which was not quite what he wanted.

The phone screen lit up not far away. He pushed through the crowd and saw the newly received message on it. The sender was Shiyi. He roughly asked him where he had been this week, and what would be better than wandering around fooling around with nothing to do? Come back to work quickly.

——The other party will not express concern bluntly, just like a watermelon appearing in the training room, they will always find some high-sounding reasons.

He replied hastily, saying that he is still alive and safe in Tokyo, and then he simply stood up and walked to the window sill to make a phone call: "What? Is it still the task of helping to take care of the eldest lady?"

"...Don't you get along well?"

Even a little puzzled.

"That guy won't have conflicts with anyone, right? After all, he's the one with the answer in his hand—ah, Naohiko's personal provocation doesn't count."

Holding up the phone, Shi Er said a few times: "Understood, I will go back...don't ask me to remind you."

After putting down the phone, the dancers and Kong Shiyu showed some curious expressions, so he briefly introduced, saying that he was going home on the weekend to help take care of the children.

"is that one?"

Kong Shiyu vaguely pointed to the vanity mirror spread out on the table: "I remember it should be six years younger than you... What kind of person is it?"

"What can it be like? I'm still collecting card games, and I go to Tokyo every week to play Go."

"Don't they all say that they are born knowing it? It should be a little different from other magicians."

"Well, I always say something that I don't understand."

Shi Er didn't intend to give Kong Shiyu a detailed introduction to the other party. He quickly lost interest in everything in front of him, and turned away after hastily eating supper in a nearby small restaurant.Early the next morning, he still appeared on the side edge of the courtyard on time, and when Ah Jing opened the door, the black cat was repeatedly trying to bite one of the opponent's fingers.

...It's just that it has never been successful, and the speed of each person and cat is dazzling.

"Hmm."

Ah Jing coughed dryly: "Didn't you rest? If you didn't sleep well, should you..."

"One or two nights without sleep and not sleepy."

Shi Er waved his hand perfunctorily: "Compared with other jobs, your side is considered easy."

The latter stood at the door in a daze for a while as if emptied his mind, and then came back to his senses: "Ah, if you are sleepy, go to sleep while playing chess, there won't be any attacks today, just be careful yourself .”

"...Then why do you want me to follow?"

"Because you follow is not a necessary condition for an attack."

The implication is that as long as he is present, he will be fine even if he takes a nap and fishes.

Life is full of choices, whether it is the butterfly effect or chaos theory, in short, different choices are likely to lead to completely different results.Shi Er was satisfied with the situation that he had copied the answers, nodded slightly, and followed the other party into the car.

This week is the last week before the Go Young Lions Tournament. It is similar to grinding your guns before the exam. Sixteen college students will be selected to compete against sixteen official chess players.Before becoming an official chess player, this is the best opportunity to play against professional players, and it is also a key event to understand one's own strength.

The students in the academy had already been eagerly waiting for this opportunity to compete. Ah Jing seemed very gregarious, and squeezed among a group of non-artists, saying that he would go all out.

Every year, the finals of the Cubs Tournament are held in midsummer, Shi Er glanced at the chess room, and saw a teeny head huddled in the corner at a glance.Ah Jing greeted everyone with his expression unchanged, walked to the position and bent down, pretending to pick up something, and pasted a talisman, and the teeny head disappeared amidst the screams that only the two of them could hear .

She acted very well, and even reached out and dusted the skirt to remove the dust that didn't exist.Not far away, someone called her name and asked her to play chess, Ah Jing agreed, and immediately turned and left in a hurry.

It was as if he was really a non-artist, as if he really had a good relationship with this group of people.

Standing not far away, Shi Er suddenly felt for no reason that he, who had no magic power, was more like the misfit.