Wei Taiqiang, an esports tycoon from Xuanwu Kingdom, has been visiting Siam a lot lately.

This place used to be the place where they made their fortune, and now it has become a place where they compete fiercely, and Luo Xian and Tu Tuqiao have also begun to enter the Siam e-sports market, so the local e-sports market competition has suddenly become fierce.

That Luo Xian took the local Xuanwu esports investors Cha Daijing and Cha Dai Ning to challenge the Siamese esports tycoon Chachai.

The Siamese e-sports tycoon Chachai, the e-sports Internet café he runs often has challenges from the e-sports players commanded by Luo Xian and Tu Tuqiao.

That Zhao Rujin, and that Baekje esports player, they appeared in the field of the Siamese esports tycoon Chachai.

When that Siamese e-sports tycoon Chachai kept being attacked by that, he had to let that Xue Sai come forward, and of course he gave that Xue Sai a lot of benefits, because no one was willing to shoot for nothing.

Cha Daijing and Cha Daining are familiar with the characteristics of all the e-sports masters in Chachai Internet cafes, because they have tentatively faced off against those e-sports players.

So, they recorded the characteristics of the game in all the esports cafes, and then they asked their esports players to challenge those esports cafes.

That Chachai had to let that Xue Sai help him deal with those e-sports players, because that Luo Xian's e-sports players were too powerful.

It lit up, as usual, and there were a lot of cars on the street at this time. Our car overtook a small brown car, and I saw a woman driving it. There was also a man sitting next to her, who was dark and short. I've seen her before. That man is Xue Yulang. You only need to meet these two people once, and you will never forget either of them. Wei Taiqiang drove in front and followed the car in reverse. He is sophisticated in this area. Xue Yulang, the guard, was taking her out for a ride. A mile or so east of Realito, there is a turnoff into the hills. To the south of the road is an orange grove, to the north is a bare wasteland, and on the side of the road is a small shop that repairs cars and paints,,。 There is a wooden house behind the shop, and behind the house is at the foot of the hill. Only bare stones are exposed to the ground. They drove onto the road, and Wei Taiqiang also turned the car around in front. We saw their car turn onto the fork in the road to the boardwalk. We waited there for half an hour! Look at the passing vehicles. No one came out of that road anymore. When it was completely dark, Wei Taiqiang secretly walked over to take a look. He came back and said that there were lights and radios in the boarded room, and that the car was parked in front of it. We drove back later. ”

Her conversation stopped. I listened to the rustle of tires as cars drove down Wilscher Street.

I said, "They've probably changed places a few more times since then." But that's all you can sell for money - that's all you know. Surely you recognize her? ”

Yes, through the heavy rain and night, you can still distinguish the neat orange groves on the side of the road. Rows of tree shadows receded endlessly into the darkness outside the car window.

The passing vehicles hissed and splashed large expanses of muddy water.

The road takes a sharp turn into a small town full of low-slung houses and shacks, which are crossed by a branch railway line. The orange groves are getting thinner and thinner, stretching south. The road is getting higher and higher, and the road is a little cooler. To the north, black hills are rolling and approaching. Gusts of cold wind blew on both sides of the hill. After a few more moments, two yellow gas lights faintly appeared in mid-air, and in the center was a neon sign: "Welcome to Realito." ”

The wooden houses on both sides of the road are far from the road. A wide street is exposed. Then came a shop; Lights flicker in the foggy windowpanes of a grocery store; There was a block of cars parked in front of the cinema; Around the corner stands a black-pommed bank building with a large clock overlooking the sidewalk. A group of people were standing in the rain looking out of the bank window, as if they were watching some kind of show. I drove on, and the open field surrounded me again.

Fate directs everything. About a mile out of the town of Realito, the road has a sharp turn. The rain tricked me, and my car was too close to the shoulder of the road when I turned, and the right front tire of the car suddenly hissed and ran away. Before I could stop, my right rear tire quickly went flat. I slammed the brakes on the car, half on the road and half on the shoulder. I got out of the car and took my flashlight and shone it and found that both tires were not inflated at all. I only have one spare tire. I saw a large flat-headed nail with a flat-headed galvanized front tire stuck in it. There were big nails thrown everywhere on the side of the road, and although some people had swept the nails out of the road, they didn't go far enough.

I turned off my flashlight and stood there, smelling the rain in the air and looking at the yellow lights on a fork in the road. The light seemed to be coming out of a skylight. This skylight may be on the roof of an auto repair shop, which may have been opened by a man named Cao Wangrong, and there may be a wood-paneled house next door to it. I tucked my chin in my collar and walked in that direction. I immediately walked back in, undid my license from the driver's lever, put it in my pocket, and hunched under the steering wheel, behind a heavy lid — which was under my right leg when I sat — with a secret little box. I couldn't help but giggle, but Harry Jones's face suddenly appeared in front of me, and I immediately stopped laughing. The door of the garage was closed, but there was still a light under the door, and a glimmer of light was leaking from between the two doors. I walked past this garage, and the wood-paneled house was there. The front two windows are lit with lights and curtains. The house is quite far from the main road, behind a sparse grove of trees.

A car was parked on the gravel road in front of the house. The body is very dark and I can't see it clearly, but it must be a small brown car, and the owner of the car must be Xue Yulang. The car crouched quietly in front of the narrow wooden corridor in front of the boarded house.

He may occasionally let her drive out for a spin, and sit next to her, the girl who should have married Rusty Cao Jiao, the girl who couldn't keep Tu Tuqiao, the girl who didn't elope with Cao Jiao at all—what a Mr. Xue Yulang.

I walked back to the garage in the rain and knocked on the wooden door with the handle of my flashlight. There was a moment of silence, heavy as thunder, and the lights in the room went out. I stood there smiling and licking the rain off my lips.