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Won.

Wang Yue won.

Wang Yue, who inexplicably entered the artistic conception, won very brilliantly.

The artistic conception in CF is not the so-called comprehension and understanding in fantasy, but a feeling of extraordinary play, this feeling of extraordinary play is not something that can be possessed at all times, but on the contrary, in the battle just now, Wang Yue briefly had the feeling of extraordinary play.

Wang Yue grinned at the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were no longer evil smiles, but a touch of vicissitudes and self-deprecation.

What if he wins, he loses the most important thing.

Why don't you just lose here, if you lose here, maybe there will be an excuse to give up CF.

However, he won.

Victory, so that Wang Yue can not let go of CF.

Wu Feng's name was erased, and the name of the fifth master had been replaced by Wang Yue.

If it was in normal times, Wang Yue would definitely look at the ranking with a light smile, because he was one step forward from his goal, but now, Wang Yue didn't look at the leaderboard.

Wang Yue got up, just like when he came to the hero Internet café before, his eyes were blank, and he walked around like a walking corpse.

Wang Yue, who was like the walking dead at this moment, and Wang Yue, who was full of evil spirit at the previous moment, formed a stark contrast between the two.

Wang Yue moved stiffly, and when he walked to the counter, he threw out ten yuan and took a bottle of beer.

Wang Yue bit open the lid of the beer with his teeth and poured it violently, until the choked Wang Yue coughed up the wine, then continued to carry the remaining half of the beer with stiff footwork, and slowly went downstairs.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder sounded, and the sky, which had been clear before, was now cloudy and raining heavily.

Wang Yue was like a strange man, letting the raindrops hit his body, carrying half a bottle of beer in a rainman-like posture, walking on the street, like a walking corpse, aimless and expressionless.

What can the brilliant fifth master do, in Jian Zhongfeng's eyes, he is not even a ****.

What if you win, with Jian Zhongfeng's financial resources, you can create thousands of CF clubs and cultivate countless CF god players.

Walking.

Drizzled.

Laughing.

It hurts.

Win the world, lose her!

"Poof!"

Wang Yue, who lost his mind, stepped on a rotten banana peel because he didn't pay attention to his feet, and slipped all of a sudden.

The muddy water on the dirt road splashed on Wang Yue's face and body.

The raindrops the size of beans hit Wang Yue's back, and Wang Yue hurt when he hit him.

Wang Yue used all his strength to get up and lean on a garbage can.

Wang Yue glanced at the garbage next to the trash can, looked at himself, in Jian Zhongfeng's eyes, he was a trash.

Indeed, he is a garbage, a garbage knocked down by money, a lost garbage hit by money, a garbage who hesitates and can't firmly let go of everything.

Wang Yue glanced at the beer bottle lying in the muddy water, and there was still a small half bottle of beer in the bottle.

Wang Yue picked up the beer bottle, and in one fell swoop, the mouth of the bottle was facing his mind, and the beer water flowed down and poured on Wang Yue's head.

The beer water and the rain fused together and flowed over Wang Yue's face.

He lost, he didn't lose to Jian Zhongfeng, he lost to money.

Even if Jian Zhongfeng doesn't appear, Wang Yue and Jian Li are together safely, but if one day suddenly appears, a rich second generation with a lot of money appears, and he falls in love with the beautiful Jian Li, and he also uses a lot of money and strong social connections to defeat him, when the time comes, will he be able to bear it?

Defeated by Jian Zhongfeng, Wang Yue was heartbroken at most, and his heart was painful to death, but he knew that Jian Zhongfeng would hurt him, not Jian Li.

On the contrary, if he is defeated by others with money, Wang Yue will not only suffer a fatal blow, Jian Li will also be seriously injured, and Jian Li will suffer damage, which is something that Wang Yue will definitely not be able to bear.

Don't think that this situation will not appear, in this world, there are only things that you can't think of, and there are no things that won't appear.

The rich take pleasure in playing with beautiful women and laugh at the poor.

If he wants to make money, Wang Yue must give up CF.

Giving up CF is equivalent to giving up his sister and giving up his lifelong dream.

Without Jian Li, there would be no laughter in his life.

Without CF, his life would no longer be colorless.

Countless people have been crushed on the way to chasing their dreams, and Wang Yue is already on the verge of being crushed.

Wang Yue's eyes closed, his body fell, and he lay in the foul-smelling garbage heap.

He is a powerless garbage, garbage, naturally lying in the garbage heap.

At the mouth of the alley, a girl stood there, her eyes fixed on Wang Yue lying on the garbage heap.

Her makeup was disrupted by the wind and clouds.

hair, wet from the rain.

The eyes are full of heartache.

……

The rain became heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of getting smaller.

The rain hit the window glass with a "popping" sound.

The rolling thunder resounded in the sky above the flower city.

Wang Yue, who was in a coma, felt that someone was washing his body with a hot towel, felt that someone was applying a cold towel to her forehead, and felt that someone raised his head and poured a bitter water into his mouth, which tasted like a fever-reducing potion.

Wang Yue could feel that the person's care methods were a little rusty, but he was very cautious.

Wang Yue tried hard to open his eyes, but he didn't have any strength all over his body, he could only be in the dark, using his senses to feel the kind of slightly rusty, but careful care.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Yue slowly opened his eyes, and the sound of rain outside the window instantly attracted Wang Yue's attention.

Wang Yue looked out the window through the glass, and the rain showed no signs of weakening, and the sky was a little cloudy, it should have been around six o'clock in the morning.

At this time, Wang Yue began to check the surrounding environment.

Underneath him was a large, comfortable and soft couch.

At this moment, he is in a very decently furnished and one-sided living room.

Wang Yue's eyes were confused, and he scratched the back of his head with some puzzlement.

Where is this?

He vaguely remembered that he slept on a garbage heap next to it.

How could he be so clean on his body and face, without a trace of the stench of garbage on his body?

How did he change his clothes?

Although these questions made Wang Yue full of doubts, the more important question was who brought him here.

He didn't have any relatives in Huacheng, and it was impossible for any relative to happen to meet and bring him back.

Could it be that they met a good Samaritan and saw him sleeping on the garbage heap, so they took him home?

However, it's not quite like it, his body has obviously been cleaned, and his body has changed into clean clothes, how can there be such a kind person.

"Smack!"

A thunderclap exploded above the flower city, and at the same time as the thunder was deafening, the slightly dim living room was lit up.

"Wow!"

A child's cry sounded.