Ten days later, Mo Yifu lay down in the newly bought house, the fine decoration is different, and he moved in with his bag, saving a lot of trouble in decoration.

Da Zhuang knocked melon seeds on the side, feeling that his friend is really lucky, and he can win the lottery ticket he buys casually, and he has studied it for several years, and at most he won 500 yuan.

"Annoying, I really envy you, you can win the jackpot at such a young age! Twenty years less struggle! Also, your house is good, spacious and bright, warm in winter and cool in summer. It's just that the house number is too ugly, right?,404,What's the point?Phew~"

spit out a mouthful of melon seed shells, and looked at "Peppa Pig" on the 70-inch TV with slanted eyes, happy.

Mo Yifu also looked at it happily, especially the pig father inside, who was so stupid and cute.

"404 is the meaning of blocking in the online literature world, and it is weird in the spiritual world. See what I mean?"

"I don't understand, I'm going to work! It's really boring to watch this cartoon with you, it's all advertising, and you don't even have a membership! You've spent all the money you won the lottery?"

"It's over, I'm afraid you'll borrow it~"

"Count you ruthless, goodbye!"

People are more angry than people!

Soon, Da Zhuang left dejectedly and went to work in an Internet café.

Life is not only about the immediate situation, but also a lot of things behind.

In short, life has to go on, and I hope that the good fortune of my friends can share a little for myself.

After Da Zhuang left, Lu Xiaoju slowly appeared, holding the new mobile phone and playing happily, the game runs quite smoothly, it is worthy of a quad-core mobile phone with 128G memory, and the sound effect is more realistic.

And now that she doesn't play AD anymore, she has switched to jungler, saying that GINK killing is more enjoyable and more in line with her personality, and it seems that she has finally found the fun of this game.

It's just that she turns on the game loudly every time, and she is always so noisy that she can't update the novel calmly, and the masterpiece has been interrupted for 20 days, and the reason for thinking is also shameless: "Home decoration, power outage!"

As a street writer, I don't feel guilty, and naturally I don't have the trouble of readers urging me to change, and there are hundreds of thousands of street novels every day, who cares.

Mo Yi was bored watching the unnutritious web series, laughing and laughing along with the plot, and he had been happy doing everything recently.

"I'm Tarzan next door, grab the vine of love, listen to me, hey~"

A lyrical song with a bright rhythm and plain lyrics suddenly sounded, Mo Yifu picked up the mobile phone abandoned in the corner of the sofa, took a look, and found that it was a call from his friend Da Zhuang.

"Hey, you don't go to work well, why do you call me?"

"I'm annoying, come to Shin Shin Internet Cafe, save me~ah~"

Doodoo ......

"Hung up?what's the situation?The wolf is coming to the game?To go or not to go?This episode hasn't finished yet.,Li Tuan seems to be dying!"

Mo Yifu turned over, adjusted his posture, picked up a plum, and put it in his mouth.

"Sour! This day is the chic that young people should have!"

Ten minutes later, the TV was over. Mo Yi stretched his waist, and suddenly there was a pause in his waist, oops, the tendons were pulled.

Holding his waist crookedly, he struggled hard and pulled it back.

Look at your phone, 9 p.m.

"What are you doing? Someone seems to have called me just now! Oops~ Da Zhuang!"

Mo grabbed his phone and ran outside, Lu Xiaojuan, who was playing a game, glanced at it, and then continued to play, but his body had already floated to the window.

When he ran down the stairs, the car he had called arrived.

"Shin Shin Internet Cafe, Master, please hurry up!"

The driver was a middle-aged man with a lot of experience.

"Okay, don't worry. I'm very familiar with the ancient city!"

Half an hour later, Mo Yifu finally arrived at Shin Shin Internet Café, which used to take only ten minutes. So, after getting out of the car, I silently gave a bad review on the grounds that there was no detour.

I saw that the door of the Internet café was full of people, blocking there, like bored spectators, whispering and talking.

"It's horrible, that guy is crazy. Why haven't the police come yet?"

"Who knows?

"What's wrong with him, okay, playing a game can also get sick?"

"Who knows, no one will dare to go in!"

Mo Yifu looked in the crowd for a long time, all of them were slender young men and women, and he didn't see half a fat man.

"Huh~ Where did this kid go, he tricked me, but he disappeared!"

Out of curiosity, relying on the advantage of height and weight, I successfully squeezed in.

On such a thing as cutting in line, I have never suffered a loss. Hey~

Hook your neck and look inside, the bright Internet café, you can't even see a person, has an all-night package become a luxury activity, or are people not happy to stay up late now.

Suddenly, in a dark corner, a short, chubby figure twisted like a ghostly animal, shouting something out of his mouth.

"Da Zhuang?!, and it's not on fire, why are you hiding inside and not coming out?"

Thinking of this, I looked around and found that no one dared to enter.

Mo Yifu has always only liked to hide in the crowd to watch some boring excitement, follow the public to say some irrelevant nonsense, and express his feelings of concern about hot spots.

It's just that this time I'm afraid it can't be so easy.,The focus of everyone's attention seems to be their friends.,According to the discussion of the surrounding crowd.,It should be a crazy attack or playing a game to get to a high point.。 There have been many reports of sudden deaths in Internet cafes.

Thinking of this, Mo Yifu pushed aside the crowd and rushed in directly, winning a burst of exclamations from the audience.

"Young man, don't do it! It's very dangerous inside~"

After a few steps, he came to Da Zhuang's side, and found that he was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were foggy, his consciousness was blurred, and he couldn't tell who the person in front of him was, but he just held it tightly, with great strength.

"Da Zhuang, it's me, I'm annoying! What's wrong with you, what's wrong, the qualifier was successful? No matter what it is, you're waking up!" Seeing that he didn't react, he had to add. "MVP doesn't seem to be you!"

Mo Yifu spoke very quickly, and he didn't care whether Da Zhuang heard it or not, he just cared about himself and kept talking. Now that the police have been called, the doctor should be on the way, so all he can do now is to try to keep the patient conscious and not fall asleep.

Originally, Da Zhuang was just confused, and when he heard that the MVP was not him, he completely fainted.

A light black smoke that seemed inconspicuous to ordinary people came out from the top of Da Zhuang's head, slowly forming a grimace and hiding in the darkness. Those spectators outside can't see this terrifying scene, otherwise the conversation will be richer.

After the grimace was formed, the eye position blinked a few times, and it seemed to condense the pupils.

Mo Yi was worried about Da Zhuang's body, and the sound of sirens was already slowly coming from the distance, without further ado.

With a hard grip on his right hand, a black brush slipped into it in an instant. After a few clicks in the air, a simple and practical golden Chinese character appeared.

"Pig!"

Pointing to the grimace that was still trying to condense, the golden light flashed, and the handwriting fell on the face, like a previous love of tattooing on the face of a prisoner, and the grimace disappeared completely with a snort.

Mo Yifu helped Da Zhuang up and slowly walked towards the door, when the police and the doctor came hand in hand, quickly picked up the patient and took the suspect away.

The suspect is tentatively as: Don't bother!

He was so angry that he couldn't scold people at the first time, and when he got into the police car, he didn't dare to scold if he wanted to.

Fortunately, the wise police and the onlookers understood the situation, so they let Mo Yifu out, and Da Zhuang slowly came to his senses, but he was just exhausted.

When the onlookers saw that the matter was over, what should be done.

Mo Yifu and Da Zhuang sat on the stone bench in the backyard of the Internet café, looking at each other speechlessly.

"Is this a pole?"