"Come on! This ADC is absolutely toxic! Is this the rhythm of the decision to sell auxiliaries? Sitting on the gaming chair of the Internet café, a short-haired boy wearing a vest and casual flower shorts, stepping on a pair of sandals and complaining loudly to the screen. His voice was so loud that the people around him seemed to be dissatisfied with his noise, and they all chose to sit farther away from him.

"It's been given away for nothing again! This is simply a cheat! A bronze player is a bronze player, and he will be a bronze player for the rest of his life! The boy's screen turned black and white after a sudden attack, and he looked disdainful before standing up and leaving his seat.

While stretching his waist, he walked to the bar not far away, threw the banknotes in his pocket on the cash register, and the beautiful girl on the opposite side squeezed out a smile: "Have a cup of milk tea, machine 7 in the VIP area." ”

The girl at the bar glanced at the boy who looked quite sunny and handsome, and then looked at the crumpled renminbi that looked seriously incompatible with the image of his owner, and helplessly stretched out her white and tender little hand, and took out a ten-yuan one, and a five-yuan one, ignored the remaining banknotes, and said, "Sir, please wait a moment, we will send them to your seat when we are ready." ”

The boy grabbed the remaining 100 yuan and 50 yuan and a large pile of change, stuffed them into his pocket, and then went straight to the bathroom. After a while, he returned to his seat and found that the character in the LOL he controlled had already caused a scolding war because he was hanging in the blood pool because he was not moving.

ADC vomited bitterness there, saying that the "brain-dead" of the auxiliary position on his stall would not move at all, and when he couldn't get up, he had to go up and consume with the other party, and when he needed to go up to help, he often ran faster than a rabbit.

And the mid-laner player who has a good development in the middle lane is also full of swear words there, after all, this mid-laner played well, and his record in the bronze group was also very good, and at this time he was obviously dragged down by the lower lane, so he couldn't help but start to be arrogant.

Coupled with a sleepwalking jungler, and a top laner who often sends heads to ensure that the opponent's top laner is well developed, this League of Legends is obviously no longer able to fight with the five players on the opposite side.

The boy scratched his slightly messy hair and complained angrily, "Ah...... I'm going to lose again, this is really unreasonable! Why can't I meet good teammates? Why? ”

When he was complaining, the beautiful woman at the bar over there had already walked over with a tray, put a cup of milk tea on the boy's seat, and glanced at the hero who was buying a piece of equipment and hurriedly walked down the road with the rest of her eyes: "Sir, your milk tea is ready, please use it slowly." ”

The other party obviously didn't pay attention to the girl who came to deliver the water at all, and was concentrating on controlling his hero, a hero called the lava monster, and twisted and walked to the front line of the lower road.

Walking back to the bar, while stuffing the tray in her hand back to the shelf where the tray was stored, the little beauty whispered: "There is also a face to ask why I can't meet a good teammate, assist in going out without eyes, and guess the location of the jungler by relying on the sixth sense?" I thought it was so loud that I thought it was so powerful. ”

But while complaining, she looked at the boy who ignored the milk tea next to her and was pressing desperately on the computer keyboard, frowned and pouted: "However, that boy's fingers are really good-looking." Maybe it's really the same as what is written in those novels, a hidden master? ”

"Cut!" A few minutes later, looking at the very eye-catching red failed subtitles on the screen, the boy remembered to grab the half-melted cup of milk tea on the side of the monitor, took a sharp sip and closed his account.

Miracles obviously didn't happen, and this game, like nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine in 10,000 in the world, was a natural ending.

The boy grabbed half a cup of milk tea and came to the bar again, turned his ID card out of his pocket, pressed it on the bar and said, "Uh, get off the plane." After getting the change that belonged to him, he stepped on his shoes and yawned, like many people around him, and walked out of this Internet café with a very good environment.

Walking out of the door of the Internet café, standing under the huge plaque of Galen with a sword on his shoulder, the boy took out an Apple 6S mobile phone from his pocket, and also took out two crumpled ten-dollar bills, he bent down and picked up two banknotes, and stuffed them back into his pocket randomly, found a number on the phone, and dialed out.

"Hello? Dude, this game you introduced is good, I'm addicted to playing, but this teammate is terrible...... yes, yes, I'm not playing alone, don't mention it, all kinds of people are pitted, bronze five, isn't it......" While talking about the mountain, the boy crossed the road along the sidewalk, step by step in the direction of his house.

"Xiao Yi!" When the boy walked through the winding stone road in the community, took the elevator to the 8th floor, and unscrewed the door of his house, a woman's voice shouted hello from inside the house.

The person who spoke was in the kitchen, apparently arranging a very tasty dinner. There was a burst of vegetable aroma in the distance, and the sound of turning the food in the wok with a shovel sounded, and there was a sense of peace and tranquility at home when I heard it.

"Mom, I'm back." Throwing a pair of slippers at the door, walking into the house barefoot, the boy who asked Xiao Yi to throw the keychain on the coffee table casually, lay down on his back on the sofa, and moaned comfortably: "Mmmm......"

"Tang Yi! You're not afraid that your dad will whip you? It's going to be on the train tomorrow, and you don't even pack your luggage, you know to go out and run like crazy! Tell me yourself, how much did you lose your English during this vacation? If you can't pass the sixth grade, what will you graduate with when the time comes? Yes? Wearing an apron, the hostess, who was over forty years old, came out of the kitchen, saw her child lying on the sofa, walked and frowned and reprimanded.

"Got it, got it." Tang Yi looked impatient, waved his hand and walked into the bathroom on the other side of the living room, and closed the door with a bang. He turned on the shower and waited for the water to get warmer before spraying it on his feet, washing the soles of his feet that had become dirty from wearing slippers, and then changing into slippers in the bathroom.

He took off his shirt, revealing his shapely upper body, tucked the vest that served as a blouse into the washing machine, flipped the switch and walked out. This is a four-bedroom, two-living room and two-bathroom bungalow, the layout is quite good, and the area is definitely described by two words, it is not easy to live in such a house in this kind of first-tier city.

Tang Yi's father is a department manager of a company and a white-collar worker who receives an annual salary. Most of his income has been invested in this seemingly decent house, and the rest of the money is only a new Volkswagen Magotan sedan in addition to supporting a family of three and honoring their parents and elders.

And Tang Yi's mother is the kind of decent state civil servant, who has been intriguing with the three aunts in the unit for half her life, and has survived to such a position as the section chief, receiving a fixed salary every month, and the proudest thing in her life is to save a two-bedroom house with her own housing provident fund.

In short, this is a slightly wealthy, but really uncharacteristic Chinese family. As the youngest member of this family, Tang Yi, the only child, enjoyed a happy childhood that many people could not enjoy. However, like thousands of his peers, he was not much happier.

When he was a child, because of his talent and his mother's personal "hobby", he was arranged to learn piano, although he has achieved a little success in recent years, but he has not reached the level of professional performance. He also made up math and English, and also studied for exams in the same miserable way, working hard for his future......

Until almost two months ago, he took the largest test in China's education industry, the college entrance examination, and cut down countless people in the midst of thousands of troops, and found a good future for himself: K University.

Like countless Chinese families, his parents, satisfied with this achievement, let him rebel for a full fifty days, allowing him to spend an unprecedented pleasant vacation.

And our good student Tang Yi gave up the opportunity to go shopping in Hong Kong, and also refused the temptation of traveling to Europe, squatted in a newly opened Internet café not far from his home, and squandered his vacation with League of Legends, leaving only such a decadent otaku image.

"I don't practice the piano anymore, I don't memorize the words anymore, I play games until I forget to go home for lunch, Xiaoyi, you are really good enough. When I went to college, I was alone outside, how could I tell your dad and me to rest assured? The hostess who had returned to the kitchen, Tang Yi's mother was stir-frying the eggplants in the pot while nagging her son in an educational tone.

Like most women in China, this mother has inherited the mouth that has broken countless children, and will automatically turn on an endless cycle at every chance — to use a new term that Tang Yi has recently learned, that is, infinite firepower.

Accustomed to his mother's nagging, Tang Yi plucked out his ears and walked to the Seiler GS160D piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and sat down.

He stretched his fingers, then pressed them lightly on the keys, and heard a slightly muffled sound.

Then he began to press the black and white buttons continuously, playing one of his favorite eerie music, "Wild Bees Flying".

His fingers became faster and faster on the keys, leaving a beautiful afterimage, and the music flew out with the dance of his fingers, like a flying wild bee, messy and dense......