Volume 1: There are teenagers here

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At eight o'clock in the evening, a city in the south of the Yangtze River.

In a rented room near the city center, Meng Jin's fingers fluttered exaggeratedly on the keyboard, and there was no light in the dark room, only the fluorescent blue light of the monitor on his face, and the buzzing of the fan of the old desktop.

"Ahaha!" By the end, his fingers were so fast that he couldn't see the movements, and the crackling sound of the keyboard even drowned out the roar of the fans.

“GG。” This is not a vent of resentment after losing a match, but elegant etiquette from the height of a winner. As an orc player, Meng Jin's APM can easily go up to 300, and in a platform like VS, ordinary passers-by will of course lose. In fact, in the final wave of the battle, Meng Jin's troops basically took down the enemy without any damage. When the opponent saw Meng Jin's little Y first throw the magic card to the ground, then drink a big blue, and then pick up the magic card after such an extreme operation, he was angry and GG left the game.

(GG = good_game, knocking out first at the end of a competitive game is considered surrender, and knocking out later is a friendly representation of the winner.) APM stands for a numeric value for microoperations. Little Y, an in-game hero. ）

In this era, those who are still studying WAR3 (Warcraft 3, a well-known competitive real-time strategy game) in the VS battle platform are probably some elderly uncles and some otaku from those colleges, and of course, Meng Jin.

However, Meng Jin is not a diehard fan of this game. Titanfall, Rome 2 Total War, Assassin's Creed ...... There are thousands of games he covets, but there are only a handful of games that can run on this old desktop, and WAR3 is the most playable of these games.

"Meng Jin! Come here. Just as the boy was complacently about to watch the replay of the game in front of the computer, a unique female voice came from the living room of the rental room. It wasn't loud, and it was quiet at first time. But under that calm tone, there was an unquestionable sense of command.

Shrugging his head, Meng Jin turned off the game, turned on the light, and walked to the living room with a somewhat weak step.

"Well, it's your dinner. The Golden Eagle from the provincial capital helped you pack. Eat early and rest. Just finished the college entrance examination, don't be too relaxed. When the results come out, I have to fill in the volunteer or something. ”

Dressed in a plain white skirt, with a high bun, delicate makeup, and neatly manicured nails, he carried a paper bag on his fingers.

"Oh...... Teacher Ma. Meng Jin took the paper bag, not knowing what to say, just nodded.

"Then, your dad is still waiting below, and Wen Yu is also there, so I'll leave first." We'll help you move your luggage in a few days. After hearing Meng Jin's name, the expression of the woman in front of her was obviously stiff, but in an instant, her trademark smile was revealed, she patted Meng Jin's head as if she was concerned, closed the door and walked downstairs. The sound of the high heels clattering in the stairwell grew farther and farther away.

Meng Jin took out the lunch box in the paper bag and put it in the microwave to heat it up, glancing downstairs.

Under the dim yellow street lamp, the engine of the Daben S350 belonging to my father sounded, and then drove out of this small yard silently.

It's already summer, and it's a little stuffy in the rental room without air conditioning, even if Meng Jin turns on the fan to the maximum, the sweat beads on his body still rush out of the pores. This day is not long before his birthday, and he is about to be eighteen years old.

Meng Jin lives alone in this rented house outside the school. The one he called "Teacher Ma" just now was his stepmother, who lived in a villa on the outskirts of the city with his father and stepmother's son Ma Tianyu. It's not for nothing that she is called a teacher, in fact, when Meng Jin was still in junior high school, Ma Yun was his homeroom teacher. But not long after his single dad attended a parent-teacher conference, she became his stepmother.

When you open the lunch box and treat the food inside as if it were an ordinary dinner, the specifications are indeed a bit high. A small pan-seared piece of foie gras, a couple of oysters with lemon juice imported from New Zealand, half a bowl of spaghetti, and a tiered chocolate cheesecake. However, when Meng Jin was sweating profusely and eating the leftovers brought by his stepmother in the rental house, this dinner seemed a little bitter again.

In fact, in the eyes of others, from various perspectives, Meng Jin is a veritable rich second generation. Dad quit his job as a civil servant in the early 90s and went into business, and it didn't take long for him to get into the mix. A construction company has made him a net worth of just over 100 million in the past two decades, his wardrobe is filled with Versace and Givenchy, his watches are all worn by Vacheron Constantin and Rolex, and he has a Porsche Panamera in addition to the S350 for official use. Of course, it also made him easily marry Ma Yun, who is known as "the most beautiful single mother in the city", and let him, Ma Yun, and Ma Tianyu's family of three live happily in the French-style villa on the outskirts of the city.

With such a powerful father, how can you say that Meng Jin should be the prince in the school who can walk sideways, so that countless girls openly and secretly talk about the rich and rich nobles who are extremely fond of each other, right?

Wrong. That person is Ma Tianyu.

If you must say that Meng Jin is also a rich second generation, then you have to add a definite sentence in front of it, the "most hard" rich second generation.

As for why he is struggling, everything has to start with his strange rich generation father.

It stands to reason that he has made a lot of money, and his taste is quite extraordinary, how can his son say that he is a copy of the little second generation, right? No. Meng Jin's hard life happens to be a one-way street that goes against his father.

When the friends around him started to play Nintendo, Dad threw him a Little Overlord; When the friends upgraded to a computer, Dad threw him a Nintendo; When everyone else started using PSP, PS2, XBOX360, he had his first old desktop.

When he was in junior high school, he was also moved by his father for giving him a set of Adidas at a certain moment, but when he went to school for a day, that painful experience became a black history that he couldn't escape in his life. "Adadis Male" made him the most famous laughing stock in the entire junior high school. When he reached high school, after Ma Tianyu was tired of wearing brands like Burberry, Meng Jin finally had the qualifications to choose between brands like Conway and Metersbonwe.

Dad always shouted that "young people should be hard and simple" and then stuffed him with dozens of yuan of pocket money, and at the same time, Ma Tianyu's wallet was only left with dozens of red tickets, and his stepmother Ma Yun always gave him that professional smile, but he always frowned inadvertently during the conversation, and he didn't know what kind of bad words to say.

In the face of such a strange family, it is very reasonable for Meng Jin to make a request to live alone before the college entrance examination. Under the pretext of "being able to save time commuting to and from school", he lived alone in this rental house outside the school throughout his senior year of high school, although when he arrived at the school gate every morning, the driver drove the S350 to send Ma Tianyu three minutes slower.

Out of sight and out of mind.

After pulling these delicate leftovers into his stomach in three strokes and two clicks, Meng Jin burped comfortably. He is not eating with his parents and Ma Tianyu in the Western restaurant of Nanjing Golden Eagle, how comfortable is it.

He paced back in front of the computer and glanced at the room he had created on the platform, where there was not a single player. It seems that the level of 23 and the resounding name of Crazy Caesar still give him some influence. So he put on his favorite white jumper, and Meng Jin went downstairs.

The weather at the beginning of June was hot and humid enough. However, Meng Jin pretended to put on the hat of the jumper, perhaps influenced by too many American movies, those superheroes are dressed like this on weekdays. But the pedestrians who hurriedly walked by on the side of the road all had strange eyes, and everyone changed into short sleeves, this guy has long sleeves and a hat, is he crazy?

"Hmph. Actually, it's not hot at all. Meng Jin snorted and walked straight to the newsstand at the intersection of the school. Not far away is the spacious gate of Yangzhou Middle School.

"Yo, here you go again?" The owner of the newsstand is an old man, and he is very familiar with this somewhat eccentric teenager.

"Well, the old rules." Meng Jin put down his hat and took it out of his pocket for a while, 52 yuan, which is all his current belongings.

Under the management of Strange Daddy, there have never been big bills in his pocket. But even if he only spends 10 yuan a day on food, he will save nearly 50 yuan and come to the newsstand to sweep the goods like crazy. Football Weekly, Aviation World, Kyushu Fantasy, Home Computers and Games are the pillars that supported him through the second semester of his third year of high school.

"Exactly 52," the old man put a large stack of books and periodicals that had been prepared into a plastic bag and handed it to him, "but just take you 48, take the 5 quick money, go over there and buy a cup of herbal tea, see how hot you are." ”

The old man handed over together, and there was also a crumpled five-yuan bill that originally belonged to Meng Jin.

“…… Thank you, Uncle Xu. At this moment, Meng Jin was a little moved. The biological father can leave himself in the rental house and ignore it, and after the college entrance examination, he even bothers to climb up to the third floor to meet his son, but the newsstand uncle outside the school took the initiative to reduce the price and let him go to drink a cup of herbal tea.

"Is it still biological?" Although Meng Jin had asked himself such a question countless times, this feeling was extremely strong at this moment.

When he walked to the row of bubble tea shops in front of the school with the book and the five yuan in his hand, a burst of laughter made him raise his head again.

A bunch of girls in beautiful dresses with small bags on their backs are holding milk tea in their hands, and they are smiling and trembling around a boy.

And that boy, Meng Jin is extremely familiar, Ma Tianyu, his younger brother. Half-siblings, of course.

Unexpectedly, Ma Tianyu, who went to the provincial capital for a big dinner with his parents and his parents, did not return to the big villa together. A blue slim-fitting little suit, revealing the V-neck short sleeves inside. The brand-new Omega watch on his wrist as he seemed to unintentionally stir his permed curls. Often poisoned by the advertisements on the inside pages of those magazines, Meng Jin recognized at a glance that this was a new dark_moon model, estimated to be 100,000 smaller.

Meng Jin lowered his head again and walked quickly past them.

At the moment he passed by, he clearly heard the voices of the girls, "Look, Adadis man, still wearing long sleeves, a freak." ”

"Leave that freak alone, everyone is here, let's go?" The elegant Ma Tianyu stopped a taxi, and opened the door very gentlemanly, letting the girls get on first.

Meng Jin raised his head and happened to meet Ma Tianyu's eyes.

Although they were separated by a street, he could still see Ma Tianyu's eyes clearly—the faint smile, and the slight shaking of his head. Exactly like his mother's own stepmother.

Seeing the back of Ma Tianyu's blue suit and getting into the car, and catching a glimpse of a lot of oil marks on his white jumper, Meng Jin pulled his hat and put it on again, and got into the small milk tea shop not far away.

No one could see his expression.