E-Sport’s Group Pampered Omega

"Tsk." Lin Mingfei looked at the invitation letter and said softly: "Team Gourd."

"Is our P team actually reduced to this point?" Shi Ya sighed while supporting her forehead.

"Fortunately, there are still teams who are willing to play training games with you. This is not too bad." He Youjin said: "And this is not what I asked for, but their manager took the initiative to invite me."

"Oh?" Shi Yaqi said: "How did you meet?"

"I just came out of the nine-headed bird club at the time. That guy... he can't walk in front of the village or go to the store behind, and he can't get a taxi on the side of the road. It's easy to get out of my cell phone. I thought I wanted to. I died away from home, and then I crashed into the nanny car of Team Hulu." He Youjin recalled the situation at the time: "Later, their manager took me for a ride, and they kept telling me that if they don't win another game this year. The live match may not qualify for the qualifiers BLABLA."

"So you hit it off right away?" Lin Mingfei asked.

"Yes, he kept telling me thank you for my dedication." He Youjin said quietly.

"..."

There was silence in the club of the withered team.

Xia Tong poked his face out from behind Lin Mingfei, his small eyebrows were frowning, and there were tear marks at the corners of his eyes. He slowly pursed his mouth, and the higher and higher he purged, his small nose wrinkled.

"I don't know why...I feel good! Sen! Anger!"

Bo Yu: "Me too."

Zhou Yanjun: "At the same time, Bit Mo is still angry before the training match."

Lin Mingfei's five fingers tapped on his arms in turn, turning his eyes to see He Youjin.

"Then what did you tell him?"

He Youjin sneered: "I, I shook his hand and said from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry, brother!"

"It's a neat thing to let your harsh words go." Lin Mingfei said.

"That's not the case! If you lose! I'm really afraid that the sponsors will pay me back the money intact!" He Youjin gritted his teeth and said: "If that were the case, I would be ashamed to use Zhou immediately. Yanjun's trouser belt was hung in front of the base! Let you dogs owe me all your life!"

Zhou Yanjun was frightened in an instant, and tremblingly leaned back: "No, Manager He, really no!"

Xia Tong: "We will work hard to QAQ!!"

This training match is really like a bargain.

It seemed that everyone looked down on Polaris and arranged their ending clearly. Even the 18th-line team recognized that they would lose and was ready to step on them.

Until bedtime, the air pressure in the P team club was very low.

Given that Zhou Yanjun and Bo Yu had both played Xia Tong out of nowhere, Shiya systematically took Xia Tong to the arena's 2V2 mode to practice for a while. As a cutting-edge nurse with a sharp operation, even if Xia Tong's equipment and basic attributes are not very good, Shiya still has the leeway to keep Xia Tong's dog life, and promptly reminds him of hiding skills or changing positions to pull, but because Xia Tong is not good at walking A, and will be in a hurry if he is disturbed by the opponent, so although they can't die, they can't win the opponent, and they have turned everything into a bladder game, which makes people very unhappy.

Shi Ya didn't say anything, his attitude was still gentle and patient. After quitting the game, he even said goodnight to Xia Tong, but Xia Tong himself was extremely depressed. He went back to the room to wash, and when the surroundings calmed down, he felt more and more guilty.

He sat on the bed and stayed for a while, but he was not drowsy at all. He anticipated that he would lose the game in front of everyone in the net and let the P team own the training game in his extremely amateur state. When the person is ashamed, he feels horrified, and his nervous palms sweat.

After about twelve o'clock, Xia Tong's mood still couldn't calm down. An atmosphere that was too quiet would really amplify people's negative emotions infinitely. Later, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply put on a piece of clothing and got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

The base was quiet, most of the others were asleep, and the lights in the corridor were dim. Subconsciously, Xia Tong turned to the door of Lin Mingfei's bedroom and paused again.

It's so late to bother Zero...it shouldn't be great.

When he first arrived, he didn't understand anything, he was like a stunned green head. Whenever something happened, he went to Lin Mingfei to complain, but now he is more or less familiar with the world. , I began to perceive the impropriety of certain behaviors.

For example, although Lin Mingfei is good to himself, he is not a gratuitous emotional trash can. He also needs rest. Moreover, Lin Mingfei, who seems to be omnipotent and fearless, is also a flesh and blood person himself. When I can't see it, there is a touch of sadness and fragility, and it needs people's comfort.

Xia Tong grabbed his fingers and lowered his head. There was no light leaking from the crack of Lin Mingfei's bedroom door. It was dark, probably asleep, so he turned and went down the stairs and walked out of the base.

Since he ran away from home, he has basically been traveling with Lin Mingfei or other people in the P team, inseparable from each other. This is the first time he went out alone without Debon with him or anyone with him. .

The night is lonely, and most of the buildings in this villa area are out of lights. Most of the residents living here have an exceptionally healthy routine. The hustle and bustle of the city is blocked by a carved wall, and even the halo of lights is far away. , As if intertwined into brocade at the end of the sky. Xia Tong walked out of the community unknowingly. He looked left and right at the fork. The road on the left was wide and open, bright as day, and it could directly lead to the business district in the city center. The road is more tortuous and simple, only small bits of trivial light and shadow stick out.

Xia Tong has seen many young people turning back from the depths of this road, all of them carrying paper or plastic bags in their hands, containing fragrant food.

Xia Tong’s eyes widened slowly because of curiosity, and then walked towards the direction they came. The breeze was breezy, and the scenery on the street was fresh and changeable. Only then did he deeply realize the meaning of freedom. He can be free. He chooses where he goes, how far he goes, when to return, no one will blame him for these things, show him that he has no burden on his shoulders, and he is relaxed.

Soon, the destination in front of the road appeared, and everything suddenly became clear. It was a whole street night market, with a variety of food stalls. The steaming steam and the aroma of the sauce were mixed, making people feel full. The pores opened up, bursting with excitement.

Xia Tong was surprised and curious as she walked past the food stalls along the side. There were mala tang, stinky tofu, barbecue sausage, egg filling... Xia Tong thought that she might have had a fake dinner, but it started to flow. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Drooling.

I want to eat this, I want to eat that...Why do people only have one stomach? It would be great if it had multiple stomachs like a cow! One stomach is filled with soy sauce stinky tofu, one stomach is filled with barbecue sausage, and the other is filled with egg filling...

Xia Tong thought wildly in her mind, and finally stopped in front of a fried skewers stall.

Old Gu fried skewers, and painted a crooked but very eye-catching sign with a big red oil pen on the tin cart of the stall. Standing behind the tin car is a middle-aged man of forty to fifty years old. He has high shoulders, broad hair, half-white hair, rich and clear facial features, and his age cannot hide the suave and handsomeness of his youth. He has a very good spirit. He only wore a single shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his upper arm, revealing a strong and flexible arm.

There are a variety of skewers on this fried skewers stall, such as tofu, grilled sausage, and quail eggs. Each skewers is not much, but it can satisfy Xia Tong who wants to eat anything and does not grow long. A person with a large enough stomach.

"Uncle, I want to eat fried skewers!" Xia Tong's eyes widened, and there seemed to be a huge five-pointed star shining inside.

"Then eat!" The middle-aged man yelled boldly, and while frequently turning the potato chips floating in the wide oil, he freed his hand and quickly handed Xia Tong a basket, "Choose what you want to eat. Just ask me to blow it up when you're done!"

"Good!" Xia Tong clapped her hands happily.

"Little brother, eat fried skewers at night, you may have acne with such a good skin!" A girl with dirty braids sitting on a plastic stool drinking beer laughed loudly.

"If you have acne, you have acne!" Xia Tong smiled: "Anyway, the acne will go away when it grows. Just be happy!"

"I like your mentality, cheers!" The dirty braided girl happily lifted a beer bottle at him, and poured half a bottle down.

Xia Tong was infected by this emotion. Those golden beer bubbles seemed to have penetrated his veins, fragrant and full of vitality, and excitedly started to pick and choose among the bunches with small baskets.

"This looks delicious, this is delicious, I want this too...ah, and this!" He whispered softly while spinning around happily.

After a long while, he finally finished the selection and handed a basket full of strings to the stall owner.

"Hey, he's not big, and the appetite is not small." The stall owner glanced at him and was speechless for a while, then rolled down all the hanging tags on the string and put them on an empty plate, "I'll blow it up for you, you can go Pick an empty seat over there, and if you want to eat, you can make up halfway through. If you have enough, you can check out together.” The stall owner patted a big square iron box next to him, “I also have iced drinks and hot soy milk here. You can come and get it if you need it."

"Good, good!" Xia Tong nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, and then walked towards the seating area reluctantly.

Said it is a seating area, it is actually rows of plastic benches with pony studs. The plastic benches serve as tables. The distance between people is not too close, but it is also suitable. Xia Tong patted her **** and sat down and started shaking her head. Looking around.

The people around eating are very casual, some wearing pajamas and old cotton drags came out, sitting on the pony sack and playing with their mobile phones while eating meat, some chatting in every way, they used the pony as a little wooden horse to play, one after the other. Swayed, and almost fell to the ground by accidentally staggering, making himself amused first. The dirty braided girl who was drinking beer suddenly burst into tears somehow, then crouched on the plastic stool and squeezed the beer bottle.

The time in the middle of the night belongs to people, unfettered, short-lived and peaceful, do what you want, forget or release the pressure of the day.

The stall owner quickly fried all the skewers Xia Tong wanted, packed them in a disposable lunch box, and took a few paper towels to give. Xia Tong said thank you, and bowed his head and picked up a string of fried rice rakes. The golden and crisp surface is brushed with sweet soy sauce, crunchy and fragrant in one bite, and soft and salty glutinous rice is squeezed out of it.

"It's delicious!" Xia Tong's eyes lit up, her face blushing.

"That's not it." The stall owner said triumphantly: "My old Gu's fried skewers have been sold in this place for more than ten years! I haven't fallen down even after the bank is closed! You can see how delicious it is!"

The stall owner who sells mala Tang ridiculed mercilessly: "Here is again, who was the one who was chased by the city management the last time the city Chuangwei was chased!"

"Don't you dare to say? Don't you!" Old Gu stared, "Who is the one who has fallen to the sky!"

"Who is it! Why don't I know!"

Xia Tong felt that the group of people talked as if they had bitten a fresh Gala fruit in one bite. They were crisp and funny, and they laughed constantly while eating the skewers. He had never thought that his appetite was quite big before, and he had eaten all a dozen bunches of vegetables and meat. The whole person was warm and his mood was particularly relaxed.

"I'm full!" He patted his full stomach and happily got up from the pony. "No more?" The stall owner turned his head and asked enthusiastically.

"I can't eat too much!" Xia Tong smiled and said, "Uncle, I'll check it out!"

"Yes, a total of twenty yuan and six, you can remove the fraction and give me twenty!" The stall owner said cheerfully.

Xia Tong said twice, and reached out to touch his trouser pocket.

Then I felt empty.

Xia Tong: "???"

He looked down at his trousers and found that he was still admiring other people's pajamas and pajamas a few seconds ago, and now he has come out with his pajamas unconsciously.

To pay, you must have a mobile phone, and you must have a trouser pocket to carry your mobile phone, but his cotton pajamas do not have a trouser pocket...

Xia Tong took a cold back and swallowed embarrassedly.

He really stayed in Polaris for too long... he was spoiled by them...

The stall owner saw that he felt his trousers and didn't take the next step. He couldn't help wondering: "What's the matter, are you still planning to pay in cash?"

I don't even have a mobile phone... even less cash is available...

Xia Tong raised her face with difficulty and showed an awkward but polite smile.

"Uncle...actually I..."

"Don't call me uncle." The stall owner's benevolent smiling face suddenly collapsed and turned into a hideous, real Yama King, shrinking his neck with fright.

"I don't see that you, a little student, are so handsome, you are a thief who eats a king's meal!" The stall owner cursed like Hong Zhong.

Xia Tong: "Hey!!"

His face turned pale, shaking and wondering what to do, he couldn't even ask for help without a mobile phone.

"Uncle, I didn't mean to give money, I, I, I, I don't know why I didn't bring my mobile phone QAQ...I really didn't mean it." He humbled.

The stall owner squinted at him and saw that he ran before he finished eating. He was still babbling and explaining to himself for so long, and he was about to cry in shame. It really didn't seem like someone who deliberately ate overlord's meal.

"Then you..." The stall owner squinted his eyes and thought: "Twenty yuan will stump a hero, but it won't be enough..."

"I'm not a hero, I'm Xia Xiaotong." Little Omega panicked, his eyes were red: "I...I...then what should I do now... ."

"Otherwise, if you get me twenty dollars now, I won't care about you." The stall owner said.

"Get twenty dollars...?" Xia Tong looked dazed: "Where can I get twenty dollars..."

The stall owner rolled his eyes, probably thinking that this kind of problem is really exhausting.

"If you want me to say, if you dare to eat and not give money, don't pay attention to the shame of face at this time. You have to earn face by yourself, otherwise you will only be ashamed, understand?" He shook a finger. After shaking, she said.

"But I didn't pay attention to face..." Xia Tong didn't know whether the other party mistakenly regarded him as a spoiled young master, and pointed his finger aggrievedly: "I really don't know... .. Or if you teach me how to do it, uncle, I will learn it now!" He raised his face and nodded very sincerely.

The stall owner thought he would be irritated into anger by himself, and he was already ready to face the next wave of new storms. He didn't expect this boy with a good attitude and scared him to death. Looking at his gentle and innocent appearance, he asked himself The coup of Huoyan Jinxing Jiancha, which has been practiced for many years, is useless at this moment without exception.

Too well-behaved, so well-behaved that people can't pick things wrong.

The stall owner was stunned for two seconds, his eyes gradually emptied.

"Uncle, you must think about it," Xia Tong looked more anxious than him, stomping and urging.

"Ah, you are so annoying!" The stall owner grabbed the gray sideburns irritably, and said impatiently, "You make me think about it for a while...I really can't think of it."

"Then I will wait here..."

Xia Tong was like a cabbage beaten by wind and frost, standing there pitifully and continuing to point her fingers.

The stall owner was thinking hard, racking his brains for a long time, and suddenly his inspiration flashed.

"Oh, my dementia! That's it, I still thought about it for a long time!" He knocked his head hard, complained for a while, took out a stainless steel rice bowl from his small stall and handed it to Xia Tong came forward, "Next."

Xia Tong ignorantly took over the big rice bowl and hugged her.

"This...what is this going to do?" He didn't know, so he didn't dare to ask loudly, for fear of angering the stall owner.

"This is the fastest way to get money in the world." The stall owner leaned on his tin cart, plausibly: "Begging."