The night was already late, but the summer hot flashes still did not stop, the air cooler hung outside the house and whined, and the cicadas hung on the branches and chirped hard.

“GG”。 With the explosion of the base crystal, Yang Haohui reluctantly typed these two letters on everyone's channels. "Good game" is the meaning of praising the opponent in the game, and it also represents one's own admission of defeat.

He's already lost the third hand of the night, and he seems to be particularly unlucky today.

In the first one, he chose the dog's head, which is a perverted hero in lol. It's not how strong it is online, but because its growth ability is too strong, and those who have played it can understand, QQQ all the way to the small soldier, as long as the line does not collapse, you can get out of the cage in 30 minutes, and teach the five opponents on the opposite side to be people in minutes. But the blind monk on the opposite side of this is really annoying, the first five minutes out of his own pocket to buy the real eye infinite target, the opening less than five minutes to the road four times, the result directly led to the sword Ji who was on the line with him thirteen minutes into a god to kill the Quartet, and then twenty throws.

The second one was much better than the first, and it lasted until twenty-two minutes, which helped him with Mondo. The other roads are fine, but the problem is still his way. The ADC he assisted may have drunk two catties and two pots before the start of the game, and the move is to fully carry forward the essence of drunken boxing's "form drunk and not drunk", even if it is shaky, the most important thing is that it can always perfectly let itself enter the big move of the opposite clockwork. As a result, naturally there is not much to say.

Finally, after two failures, Yang Haohui learned from the pain and decided to play the middle laner. This is the core position of the battlefield, and a good mid-laner can often perfectly control the rhythm of the whole game. The third one to choose him is Ezreal, a hero with high operability, high damage, strong mobility, and handsomeness, except for the crispy skin. Although the era of the Hurricane Jungler Knife has long passed, the strength of Riot's own son can still be reflected in the line. This made Yang Haohui serious, and one by one the smooth operations bloomed on the screen, and the fire girl Annie who was on the line with him was killed. Twenty minutes into the murder book hat walked up at the same time. It should have been a massacre without question...... If there are no teammates.

Ask how sad you can be, five people, four pits and twenty votes.

After so many years, the rune page has changed, the killing sword is gone, and even the support can ravage the ADC. But even if the vicissitudes of the sea, the sun and the moon rotate, the pit is always there, and it will never be abandoned.

Yang Haohui closed the laptop, leaned back in the chair and sighed.

He usually has three hobbies, reading, sleeping and playing games. Reading is his innate hobby, not that he is studious, but that he enjoys the state when he reads with an empty head and doesn't have to think about anything. From the tall bronzing book of "Five Thousand Years of China", to the booklet of several pages like "Happy Life", Yang Haohui has read a lot and miscellaneous, and thanks to his good brain, he can basically remember the content of all the books he has read, which allows him to always rack his brains to search for words when writing essays, but he has already written a large article, rich in rhetoric and beautiful sentences, and Fan Wen is basically not negotiable. However, this also deepened the disgust of his classmates: "It's really a monster!" As for sleeping, it was due to Yang Haohui's nature. He is a person who is naturally afraid of trouble and is afraid of death, if he is given an option to let him line up in two ways, one team has a lot of people but the food is delicious, and the other team has no one but the taste is comparable to pig food, don't think about it, Yang Haohui will be happy to run towards the team with no one...... That's why he developed the habit of drowsiness, for Yang Haohui, sleeping is the most important thing to reflect "no trouble", close his eyes and kick his legs to finish things directly. In almost every class, you can see Yang Haohui sleepwalking on the table in Penglai, of course, this behavior also aroused the disgust of the people around him - damn, you sleep and don't listen to classes, you are higher than us!

Playing games is one of his worst hobbies.,Speaking of which, Yang Haohui will only play lol.,As for what has been popular recently, PUBG or Ground Digging,He really can't play.。 On the one hand, he is indifferent to FPS games, and on the other hand, the computer really can't take it. After all, this is just a computer that Boss Zhou lent him to use to go home and work overtime, and I heard that it was left over from the Tongfang era of Tsinghua University, which is quite old.

It wasn't that he fell into the pit of lol by himself, but the classmates around him were playing, and in order to make up some common topics, Yang Haohui forced himself into this road of no return. Although later he found out that this "point of no return" was quite fun. It took him four months to go from a super rookie to a super-master player...... This is also naturally regarded as a symbol of "monster" by others, because Yang Haohui later learned that it is almost impossible to reach this level at the level of ordinary peers, otherwise the word "primary school student" will not evolve from a group of social groups to a special group in the current game.

"It's annoying. Yang Haohui scratched his forehead, he obviously planned to play two games to vent the unhappiness in his heart, but he didn't expect that three defeats in three battles would make him even more unhappy.

The air cooler is still whining, and the cicadas are still hanging on the trees and chirping hard.

There was a faint hot pain on his cheeks, Yang Haohui's skin was white, and the five fingerprints were red and clear, like cinnabar printed and dyed rice paper, which was a souvenir given to him by Boss Zhou today.

Being scolded by Yang Haohui is commonplace on weekdays, and he doesn't care much about a child who has no father and no mother, Boss Zhou, he can scold people in front of him on the phone, and the Northeast accent like splashing ink shows the strong combat effectiveness of the Northeast old man. As long as you step into the computer stall, words like "deflated calf, that mess, cut him" are endless. At first, Yang Haohui would be angry because of Boss Zhou's scolding, but now he has learned to turn a deaf ear and get used to it.

Although I usually get scolded a lot, this is the first time I have been beaten. Boss Zhou's anger today is particularly great, listening to some guys at the computer stall chewing on the root of their tongues, it seems that Boss Zhou went to a place called "bathing center" last night. Even twelve-year-old Yang Haohui knew that it was not a good place, a place where a group of aunts with heavy makeup, low-cut short skirts, smoking cigarettes and spitting thick phlegm gathered, what could they do? So as a consequence, I heard that Boss Zhou was pressed by his wife and rubbed on the washboard for a night.

Only then did Yang Haohui know that what was more awesome than the race of the Northeast old men was the fighting nation called the old ladies of the Northeast.

As for Yang Haohui, he unfortunately bumped into the muzzle of the gun today, and he was late. Because he wasted too much time this morning in front of a little beggar. I stared at others stupidly for a long time, and gave away a hundred yuan.

What a bad day.

Yang Haohui patted the wallet in his pocket, it was as thin as two pieces of tin foil pasted together, no wonder, how thick can two hundred yuan be?

"Two sons in two minutes, get out of that mess for Lao Tzu!" Zhou Fatzi, who was swollen with panda eyes this morning, roared so loudly.

"A child" is Boss Zhou's professional term, and it is also the word that all the guys in the computer stall are most afraid to hear. One child represents a deduction of 100 yuan, and several children deduct a few hundred. Yang Haohui was only one minute late today, but unfortunately, what he met today was Zhou Fatzi, who had just been suppressed by his wife's obscenity, and the "two sons" were gone with these two minutes. The point is, he earns 400 a week.

took out the two hundred yuan in his wallet, Yang Haohui rubbed and rubbed it vigorously, but unfortunately two hundred is two hundred, and it will not become more if it is rubbed. He now felt like he had been poured snake gall vinegar in his heart, and the bitterness was rising up one by one.

"It's annoying. Yang Haohui repeated this sentence again, and suddenly found that some salty liquid flowed into the corners of his mouth, it was sweat. A few wisps of sweat spilled down his forehead, and the sweat flowed through the palm prints, causing a little tingling.

The cicadas are still hanging on the trees and chirping, but they can ...... The air cooler is gone.

"Isn't it...... The air conditioner is broken?"

Today is indeed an unlucky day.

A few minutes later, Yang Haohui went downstairs and prepared to go outside for a walk. Without the efforts of the air conditioner, the temperature in the room had already skyrocketed to 36 degrees in just a few minutes. The room was like an open pressure cooker, every inch of air around him trying to press heat into his body, hot sweat pouring out.

Rather than die of heat instead of going downstairs to blow the wind, although he felt troublesome, Yang Haohui still made a decision.

To his surprise, going downstairs made people feel cooler. Xia at night seems to have changed her image, from a hot royal sister to a pure girl next door. The moonlight cast a frosty silver white on the earth, and as this morning, the weather was exceptionally good, so good that there was not a single cloud. Thousands of miles of starlight in the high sky. Occasionally, there is a gentle breeze, mixed with the fragrance of locust flowers.

Yang Haohui walked slowly forward with his head in his pocket along the roadside light, humming a vague song in his mouth, which was basically the song of "Qingming Rain" mixed with the words of "Ice Rain".

He was looking at the stars, which shouldn't be a hobby, just a new way for Yang Haohui to pass the time in recent years. In the past few years, in the middle of summer, when the weather is clear, Yang Haohui will lie in bed and look up at the stars in the sky through the window, imagining that he is someone in the sky, who can hang under the dark sky and be carefree and lazy. The nearby sky reflected thousands of miles of starlight through the small window. It's a pity that the heat at home today can't stay anywhere, and I can only come out to see the stars.

Yang Haohui likes to hum a few songs when looking at the stars, although music is the weakness of his genius comrades, and he looks like a melancholy little literary artist when he sings while looking at the stars. But he is not actually a melancholy person, and from a certain point of view, he can even be said to be heartless. He hummed a few songs just to make himself feel like the world wasn't that big, not that ...... Alone.

Under the vast sea of stars, there is also his own singing voice.

He walked forward unconsciously for a long time, and hummed a song for a long time. The Milky Way in the sky can be seen far and wide, where there is a small commercial area. The light and bright pillars of light swept back and forth, and the colorful neon lights were pieced together, indescribably beautiful, and indescribably drunk.

It is full of wealth and happiness, but it does not belong to Yang Haohui's world, he is just an ordinary poor boy, and all he has is this small starry sky.

The street lamps on both sides of the road exude a dim yellow halo, the color is like a tide, and the eyes are also like a tide.

The tide of sight suddenly rushed to Yang Haohui's mind, and behind him, a dirty girl raised her head, and the golden sunlight poured in along the underground passage, and the girl looked directly at the sun and the boy in the sun, and her eyes were like molten gold.

"Who are you......?"

He jerked his head back, and there was no one behind him. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed silently.

Just now, he felt that someone was looking at him, a familiar gaze. But suddenly looking back, there was only a piece of light. He understood who was in his mind at that moment, the little beggar he met by chance in the underpass. But this is clearly not true, and there is something clearly strange. It's the first time he's met that beggar girl today, and it's not even a meeting in Pingshui, but why does it feel so familiar?

Is this the past and present life? This is fate? Yang Haohui couldn't understand it, but he also felt that it was ...... It's a bit of a.

He laughed just because he had also watched some third-rate Korean dramas, and there would always be a scene in it that actually happened to him. The male protagonist walked through the sea of people with a sad face and heavy steps, and suddenly the back of a familiar girl flashed in front of him, and the male protagonist would have a bright eye, and the delicate and obviously plastic face of the female protagonist appeared in his mind, and he rushed over with excitement and patted his shoulder, only to find that the person turned around and was actually an Obasang with a face full of pits.

He slowly turned his head, wanting to continue walking, but at this moment the cold air hit his face, he shivered, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but was fiercely pressed by a hard object against his throat.

He couldn't look down, he couldn't see the man who had subdued him, he could only tilt his head and raise his hands.

Today...... Sure enough, it's unlucky......

To be continued......