In the minds of Wei Taiqiang, the e-sports tycoon of the Xuanwu Kingdom, the business of the Baekje Kingdom and the Siam Kingdom is very important.

Because, although Wei Taiqiang has a stable business in the Xuanwu Kingdom, if the e-sports market cannot continue to expand, he will not be able to arrange so many e-sports players he has recruited in the Xuanwu Kingdom, and he must give the Xuanwu e-sports players a hope, and they will be willing to work for Wei Taiqiang.

In the process of that e-sports competition, the professional e-sports players of the Xuanwu Kingdom, they realized themselves, and of course, there were many Siamese e-sports players and Baekje e-sports players, because they joined the Wei Taiqiang e-sports club, so they changed their lives.

In Siam, the Siamese e-sports master Xue Sai, as well as Du Hao, were very respectful to that Wei Taiqiang, because they knew that if it weren't for Wei Taiqiang, they might still be worrying about life in a remote corner.

In Wei Taiqiang's esports club, there are several young esports players, and they are discussing who has the most similar esports style to Wei Taiqiang.

That Liu Tienan said to them: "You guys have a good time playing e-sports, don't think about those useless things, that Wei Taiqiang only values your e-sports results." ”

In a small alley in Beihua City, Xuanwu Kingdom, a young boy vows to help his friend win an e-sports tournament, and he wants to become a professional e-sports player.

The boy's father is a chef, but in his spare time, he also enjoys playing esports.

Nothing can shake it. No matter what he does or thinks, there is not a thought, an action, or a work, and he confesses himself. He knew this, and he had a strange feeling that the real person was not the current him, but the person he was tomorrow......

There is no problem, I will definitely be able to show myself in the future! …… He was filled with this faith, and he was obsessed with the light! Yes! I hope I don't stop him halfway! I hope you don't fall into the trap you have set up today! ……

With such a mood, he released his flat boat straight out in the torrent of time, and he stood in danger without looking away, holding the rudder, and looking straight at the other side. In the band, with the rapper, at the dinner table, with his family, in the palace, absentmindedly playing the piano for the puppet aristocrats, he always lives in the middle of this unknowable future that a small atom can destroy. On the deck, he sat next to a boy about his age, and when the boy saw him coming, he politely leaned over a little. Tutu Bridge didn't notice. But after a while, he felt that the people in the next seat were always looking at him, so he glanced at him, and saw that his golden hair was combed to one side, his face was red and fat, and his lips were faintly short. He was very well-dressed: flannel clothing, light-colored gloves, white leather shoes, light blue tie, and a very thin walking stick. He peeked at the earthen bridge in his eyes, but he didn't turn his head, his neck stiffened like a hen. As soon as Tu Tuqiao looked at him, he blushed, took out the newspaper from his bag, and pretended to read it wholeheartedly. But a few minutes later, he rushed to pick up the hat that had fallen on the ground. Tu Tuqiao felt strange at such thoughtful politeness, and when he looked at him again, he blushed again; Tu Tuqiao thanked him coldly, because he didn't like this kind of excessive diligence and didn't want people to take care of his business. But after receiving this flattery, he felt strange and comfortable in his heart after all.

For a moment, he forgot all about it, and only paid attention to the scenery along the way. He hadn't been out of town for a long time, so he tried to savor the wind blowing on his face, the sound of the water on the bow of the boat, the mighty river, and the ever-changing scenery on the shore: the gray bland cliffs, the half-submerged willows, the golden vines, the legendary cutting walls, the Gothic bell towers on the towns, and the smoky smoke of the factories. He was talking to himself, but the boy next to him was timid, snorting in his voice, interspersed with a few anecdotes about the ruins that were well-repaired and hung with ivy. He spoke as if he were speaking to himself. Tu Tuqiao aroused his interest, so he asked him long and short questions. The other party immediately rushed to answer, very happy to be able to show his talent, and always called Tu Tuqiao Mr. Court Violinist.

"Do you recognize me?" Tu Tuqiao asked.

"Oh! Yes," the young man's innocent admiration tone, teaching Tu Tuqiao to listen to it very proudly.

They struck up a conversation. The boy had seen the Tutu Bridge at the concert, and he was deeply impressed by the stories they told about the Tutu Bridge. He didn't say it, but Tu Tuqiao could see it, and he was pleasantly surprised by it. No one had ever used such a touching and respectful tone against him. He continued to inquire about the history of the towns along the way, and the boy brought out the knowledge he had recently acquired with him, much to Tutuqiao's great admiration. But this is just a play on their topic: the real interest of the two is in the people who know each other. They didn't dare to mention the text directly, and only occasionally asked a clumsy question or two. At last they made up their minds; Tu Tuqiao learned that this new friend was called "Monsieur Otto Dechener", the son of a wealthy merchant in the city. After talking, of course, they met mutual acquaintances, and the conversation slowly increased. When the boat arrived at the destination of Tutu Bridge, they were talking very energetically. Otto also disembarked here. This kind of coincidence, they think is very strange. Tu Tuqiao suggested that they casually slip around before lunch, so the two of them walked out into the field. Tu Tuqiao affectionately took Otto's arm and told him his plan, as if he had known him since childhood. Because he didn't have any companions of the same age, he felt indescribable joy to be with this educated, knowledgeable, and affectionate boy who had a good impression of him.

Time flies quickly, and Tutu Bridge doesn't feel it. Proud of the young musicians' trust in him, he did not dare to remind him that it was time for lunch. At last when he thought he had to say it, Tu Tuqiao was climbing up the hill in the woods, and replied that he would talk about it when he reached the top of the mountain; And when he arrived at the post, he lay down on the grass again, as if he was going to stay there for the day. After a quarter of an hour, seeing that he had no intention of moving, Diena said again timidly: "What about your lunch?" ”

Tu Tuqiao lay there on his back, put his hands on his head, and replied nonchalantly, "Whatever it is!" ”

After saying that, he looked at Otto, and saw his surprised look, so he laughed and added, "It's so comfortable here, I won't go." Let them wait! ”

He lifted half of his body and said, "Is there anything wrong with you?" No, isn't it? I think it's better like this: let's go to dinner together. I recognize a country restaurant. ”

Dechener was tempted to object, not because there was anyone waiting for him, but because it was a bit difficult for him to suddenly decide on one thing: he was very regular, and everything had to be prepared in advance. But Tu Tuqiao's tone of speech simply did not allow others to object, and he had to be at his mercy. So the two went on talking.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was a little less interested. They think about the question of who will be the host, and each of them must fight for face to be the master: one because he has money, and the other because he has no money. They didn't say anything, but when Diena ordered, he tried to pretend to be in a good tone; Tu Tuqiao saw through his intentions, so he ordered some more delicate dishes to show that he was the host, and deliberately seemed to have a natural attitude. Diena wanted to fight again, and rushed to pick up the wine, Tu Tuqiao glared at him fiercely, and chose the most expensive one in the restaurant to ask for it.

They all felt timid in the face of those sumptuous meals, and they had no words for a while: they did not dare to eat happily, and their movements became very stiff. They suddenly thought that the other party was a stranger, and they couldn't help but pay attention. The two tried their best to find something to say, but they couldn't continue. The first half hour was really embarrassing. Fortunately, the wine and rice worked, and the eyes of each other showed confidence. Especially Tutuqiao, which is rare to eat and drink like this, has a lot of words. He spoke of the hardships of his life; And Otto was no longer inhibited, saying that he was not happy either. He was delicate, timid, and often bullied by his peers. They laughed at him, hated him because he didn't look down on their actions, and played tricks on him. - Tu Tuqiao clenched his fist and said that if he saw it, they would have to suffer something. - Otto also did not get the understanding of his parents. That kind of bitter mud bridge is known; And they both took pity on each other. The family wanted him to be a businessman and take care of his father. He wanted to be a poet, even if he had to escape from his hometown like Schiller and go through a lot of hardships, he still wanted to be a poet! (And the father's property will be all his, and it will not be a small amount.) He blushed and said that he had written a few poems about the troubles of life, but he did not dare to read them, although Tu Tuqiao repeatedly asked. In the end, he was finally moved and chanted two or three songs. Tutuqiao thinks it's wonderful. They told each other their plans: in the future, they would write scripts and songs. They admired each other. In addition to Tu Tuqiao's business card, his strength and boldness of his actions also made Otto feel amazing. Tu Tu Qiao can admire Otto and gentle, down-to-earth and generous,—— everything in this world is relative,—— but also admire his erudition, which Tu Tu Qiao does not have at all and is very desired.

They ate and fell asleep, resting their elbows on the table, and took turns talking and listening, and their eyes were very gentle. Half of the afternoon had passed, and it was time to go. Otto made one last effort to grab the bill, but Tu Tuqiao's angry eyes glared at him, and he didn't dare to insist. Tu Tuqiao was only worried about one thing, he was afraid that the money around him would not be enough to pay the bill; At that time, he would not let Otto know, and he was ready to show his watch. But not so far; That meal only cost him almost a month's income.

The two walked down the hill again. The evening shadows had begun in the pine forest; The tips of the trees still swayed solemnly in the setting sun, making a wave sound; There were purple pine needles all over the place, and there was no sound when I stepped on it like a carpet. Both of them didn't say a word. Tu Tuqiao's heart swayed, there was a strange, sweet feeling, he was very happy, he wanted to talk, and he was extremely nervous. He paused for a moment, and Otto followed. There was silence all around. A swarm of flies buzzed in a ray of sunlight. A dead branch fell to the ground. Tu Tuqiao grabbed Otto's hand, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Will you be my friend?"

Otto muttered and replied, "Yes." ”

They held hands, their hearts pounding, and they couldn't even look at each other.

After a while, they looked forward again, and after a few steps between them, they finished the woods without saying a word: they were afraid of themselves, and of the mysterious excitement in their hearts, and walked fast under their feet, until they came out of the shade of the trees. When they got there, they settled down, held hands, enjoyed the clear and tranquil evening scene, and spit out a word and a half intermittently.

The two of them got into the boat, sat down in the bow, and barely talked about something irrelevant in the bright night, but they did not listen at all, but felt very lazy and happy.

Tu Tuqiao finished reading the letter with tears in his eyes, kissed it, laughed loudly, leaned back on the bed and raised his legs high in the air, and then immediately sat down on the table, picked up the pen and wrote a reply, not even a minute. But he was not in the habit of writing letters: he did not know how to express his enthusiasm. The tip of the pen punctured the letter paper, the ink stained his fingers, and he stamped his foot in a hurry. He stuck out his tongue and changed the manuscript paper five or six times, and finally wrote the letter in crooked and crooked words, and it is needless to say that there are no words:

"My soul! Why do you say words of gratitude for my love for you? Didn't I tell you how depressed and lonely I was before I met you? Your friendship is the most precious thing in the world to me. Yesterday I was happy, happy! It was the first time in my life. I read your letter and wept with joy. Yes, don't doubt it, our acquaintance was fateful: it wanted us to be friends and do something big. How sweet the word friend is! Where did you think I would have a friend? Oh! You're not going to leave me, are you? Will you always be faithful to me? Forever! Forever! …… Growing up together, working together, I took my musical whims, the weird things that were turning over and over in my head, and you put your wisdom and amazing talent together, and that was beautiful! You know so much! I've never met anyone as smart as you. Sometimes I'm anxious: I don't feel qualified to be your friend. I am so grateful that you are so noble and so capable, that you are willing to love such a vulgar thing as me! …… Ah, no! I said I shouldn't mention gratitude! Friends can't talk about kindness among themselves. I don't receive charity! We love each other, and we are equal. I can't wait to see you sooner! Well, if you don't want me to go up to your house, I won't go, though I don't quite understand why you should be so cautious; - But you're smarter than me, you can't be wrong......

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