With the fermentation of the incident, the whole planet boiled under the intentional or unintentional disclosure of the organizers.

Those college students have skipped classes for various reasons, and white-collar workers have not hesitated to pull out the annual leave as a shield. Those tech nerds climbed the wall and called up every action coefficient from the official database, which also angered the interests of game companies.

Tens of thousands of miles away to protest against ethnic inequalities, the main organizer, the Eiffel Freedom Alliance, miraculously disbanded on the spot. The torch of the Statue of Liberty was lit again, and a huge banner was dropped from the helicopter platform of the Burj Al Arab, "No regrets, God of War returns!" ”

Under the operation of twist capital, the bigwigs in the game industry listed this year's Gun God Invitational Challenge, which only needs to pay 99998 to get the opportunity to have dinner with the God of War, and only needs to pay 6666 to get the autograph of the God of War. God of War skins and weapons and equipment will be available on the game store at the same time.

In order to satisfy local tyrant players, the King's Medal system has been introduced, and players who reach the top of Diamond Glory will enjoy weekly weapon subsidies. Habaré's heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle even appeared crystal jelly, colorful summer, Mid-Autumn Festival moon viewing, Halloween haunted house, Frozen and other appearances.

Of course, these are indifferent to Qin Hao and Xia Duoduo across time and space, and even more unfriendly to the game participants Orange and those low-level netizens who can't eat.

"These damn capitalists, pay the IP fee first!" The man in glasses slammed his fist on the table, and the ashtray repurposed from an open can bounced twice on the table, sliding down the oily and slippery table like an ice skate, and smashing it on the fat man's instep impartially.

"I'm rubbing! Sister's! The fat man glanced at his somewhat red and swollen feet, and angrily scolded the man with glasses: "TM eyes and long buttocks are ......"

"Guys...... Fuck off! The orange more than ten meters away yelled at the two people: "Three yuan a night is not enough for the electricity bill, it's not fun to make a fart!" I tell you, if this beats me to the point where I am liberated, don't come in the future! ”

The voice of anxiety and anger echoed in the small Internet café, which was only 20 square meters. The fat man and the man with glasses glanced at the bar twice, but they didn't dare to speak. Not only that, but the dozen or so boys who were watching the excitement around looked at each other, silently returned to their seats, flipped through the new weapons and accessories introduced in the mall, and shook their heads at the staggering prices.

Tangerine was still defeated, in front of the "Great Demon King" who made her kneel, the moment when the last "chasing clouds and chasing the moon" was knocked down by the "Great Demon King" with a wave of the gun. The orange's eyelids rolled upward, and the tears in the eye sockets dripped down uncontrollably.

In order to become the king, she practiced hard for three years, and the invincible exclusive cheats were so easily resolved. She felt aggrieved and unwilling in her heart, and she silently watched as the characters in the game were torn into several pieces under the opponent's "cannon", and she couldn't bear to look at it anymore and silently pressed the chassis shutdown button.

The whole Internet café was unusually quiet, so quiet that even the laughter of the shampoo girl who came to the street to solicit customers on the street could be heard.

Scattered snowflakes drifted in the sky, burying this city that gathers the prosperity of the Yangtze River and enjoys the reputation of paradise.

The fat man couldn't stand this strange silence, picked up the soft "red plum" from the table, and walked towards the house. When the army-green cotton curtain was opened, the wind mixed with snowflakes swept in, and the two boys by the door glanced at the fat man, but said nothing, turned and went out.

A moment later, by the filthy and smelly ditch, a dozen boys smoked like strings of sugar gourds, leaning against the rusty railing.

After a long time, the fat man looked at Yang Liu: "Three."

What kind of business is my brother talking about? Why have you been out for so long. ”

"I don't know," Yang Liu squinted at the dim sky, stretched out his fingers and touched his bearded chin, flicked his fingers, and threw the cigarette butt that was only the filter into the garbage heap not far away: "The third brother only said that he met the big financier, if we can talk about it, we can also form a team......"

"Clan?" The fat man's expression froze, and then he grinned bitterly: "If this game hadn't happened, our eighteen Arhats would naturally be able to push the Jedi sideways." Now, I guess it only takes two people, and we'll be wiped out......"

The fat man couldn't go on anymore, he took a puff of his cigarette against the wind, and coughed violently.

The man in glasses glanced at the fat man sympathetically, he usually likes to scare the fat man the most, but this time he unexpectedly calmed down. Then I thought of an imminent matter: "Tomorrow it will be snowing, and the waste and garbage will not be collected, so whoever has the money will lend it to his brother first, and he will pay it back within a week." ”

After asking a few times, these "sugar gourds" were silent like puppets.

The man with glasses was in a hurry, and he muttered to the fat man: "Fatty! Take fifty dollars, and I'll pay it back in a week! ”

"Fifty?" The fat man raised his head from his thoughts, stared at the man with glasses with a puzzled expression, then clenched his fists tightly, shook his body, and his face was violently angry, and the green tendons appeared under the red and white flesh: "I'm afraid I'm crazy!" When did Fat Grandpa ever have fifty? ”

He looked at the purple-red face of the man with glasses, and he couldn't bear it, he lowered his head and said, "I still have twenty in my hand, is it for bagging?" Internet access at night, this snow doesn't know how many days, there is really no extra money to give. If I don't like it, I took back a big bag of chicken wings and fries from Ken Geji last night, and two small Cokes......"

The man in glasses nodded silently, but did not answer. He knew that it was a fat man's meal for a few days, and he said that it was chicken wings, most of which were gnawed chicken bones, and the fries were also dyed in various colors. As for those cokes, they were left by countless people.

He looked at the fat man's fat and puffy face, and couldn't help but worry about his health. For them who are hungry, going to the hospital for a physical examination is simply a luxury, and they are even more afraid of finding out a bunch of diseases but have no money to see them.

At this moment, Yang Liu stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and the three ten-yuan and two five-yuan coins in his hand shook a few times at him: "In the past few days, the foreman said that the weather is too cold to move bricks, except for the ones sent home, there are only so many here, take them first." ”

"Brother Liu, don't, this is money for my sister to go to college, I can't accept it." The man in glasses was startled, and then shouted at the man in front of him in refusal.

"My sister got a scholarship, don't worry about the tuition fees for the next semester, I just remitted three hundred the day before yesterday to cover her living expenses for a week......" Yang Liu said about his sister, a gentle light appeared in his eyes, and he pushed the money forward again with the unique simplicity of migrant workers: "Take it, they are all fellow villagers, and they take care of each other outside." ”

The man with the eyes looked at this dark-skinned, strong and dull man, the corners of his eyes turned up, and he secretly made up his mind: when the snow stops, he will look for a job, even if it is a food delivery or a security guard, with hands and feet......

Yang Liu saw that the man with glasses was silent, thinking that he couldn't look down on his change, so he suddenly got angry, broke his windbreaker at the man with glasses, turned around and left.

Although it is snowing now, the contractor on the construction site is not allowed to work, but he always has to find something to eat. He thought about going to the tofu workshop to have a look, and asked the sister-in-law of the Lin family if he could give her a short-term job. Send tofu to the surrounding restaurants and vegetable fields to earn money for running errands. As for the takeaway, he didn't even think about it, when he first came to this city, he was not willing to buy transportation, and he was even more afraid that his unfamiliar place would delay people's meals

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He knew the taste of hungry skin and didn't want to try it again.

While he was thinking wildly, there was a burst of shouts from behind: "The little guy has fallen into the water!" ”

Little guy?! Isn't that the only seedling that the neighbor Widow Zhang asked him to take care of? He turned around and strode back the way he came, glancing at the man with glasses who really didn't see him, and he couldn't help but panic.

"Where's the little guy?!" He roared at the fat man with angry eyes, he didn't believe that he had just been given the money and he had fallen overboard. These bad boys must be trying to rob him of his money, and he can't rob it, so he jumped into the water and escaped. With the vigilance of those who have gone out of the house, he glared at the boys.

They only knew how to shout, but none of them went into the water, they must have forced it! They must have robbed the little guys of their money!

"He ......" The fat man looked at Brother Liu, who was close at hand and exuded a strong killing intent, and his legs couldn't help but weaken. The murderous aura that emanated from the inside out made the fat man swallow and spit at the mouth, but the ghosts and gods almost choked. He pointed to the river ahead: "He just went down ......"

Seems to be trying to figure it out? Brother Liu was angry and hurriedly explained: "The gust of wind just now blew the money into the river, and the little guy ...... Just jumped off. Now that the situation is urgent, he doesn't dare to jokingly shout "glasses" anymore.

"Money?" Yang Liu finally understood the reason, and couldn't help but be angry with the little girl, and at the same time couldn't help but be angry at his rough way. As soon as he took off the dark gray down jacket given by the clothing store owner, Brother Zhang, he jumped into the water.

Unlike the rivers that run through the city, the water that flows down from the city is mixed with the household garbage thrown away by the surrounding shantytowns, and the stench of the river is scattered on the river.

The violent stimulation made him pour a mouthful of river water, and the burning sensation left in his mouth made him dizzy for a moment, and then a strong vomiting, and it was this feeling of tightness in his chest that made him quickly surface, with the feeling of water that he had cultivated from the river since he was a child, he waved his arms, flapped his legs up and down, and caught a few sticks from the turbulent undercurrent that stretched out of the river.

He looked around anxiously, and called hoarsely, "Little guy!" Little guy! ”

As the minutes and seconds passed, the awe of the river hydrology made him sink to the bottom of the water, and he didn't even dare to think about how to go back and report to Widow Zhang.

In the quiet, snowflake-filled river, he looked around blankly, his ears only mixed with the sound of the wind and snowflakes, and the cries of the boys on the shore could only be faintly heard.

Just as he was about to give up, more than ten meters out on the right side, a piece of clothing hung next to several sticks sticking out of the water for more than ten centimeters.

His hopeless heart was rekindled with hope.

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The man with glasses, known as Xiaowu, seemed to have had a long dream, and in the dream appeared the amiable smile of his father and the smile on his mother's face. After the accident of my father, who was running a long distance transportation, my mother never showed a smile on her face again.

The original poor academic performance has now become a sharp sword in his head, looking at his mother, who is thrifty and gritting his teeth, and trying to provide him out of college, he retreated after the second simulation in the third year of high school, and after leaving a letter to his mother that he thought was sincere, he fled from the barren and impoverished countryside surrounded by mountains.

With the idea that you can only get rich through hard work with both hands, I worked in a fast food restaurant, showed people cars in the parking lot, and worked as a doorman in a hotel. The stress of life took his breath away, and he didn't even know what his tomorrow would be.