This day is a watershed in the happy life of the student party, before which they can indulge to their heart's content, and after this day, their lives will be filled with three words, that is, "rush homework."

Every student who resolutely shouted last year, "I must finish my homework at the beginning of the holiday next year," will unsurprisingly fall into the nightmare of "catching up with homework" this year.

Well, if there hadn't been a big spur, they would still be the same next year.

The young people of Daishan Middle School are no exception. After receiving the usual training from the class teacher and receiving a bunch of new school terms, the teenagers went home in pairs.

Where to go to spend this rare afternoon became a common topic among the students, and many more were discussing which position to move to to carry out their great task of copying homework.

The time is urgent, and whether or not the rivers and mountains can be recovered depends on the miracles created in the past few days.

"Then go to the fried chicken restaurant! I know that there is a fried chicken restaurant, there is air conditioning and seats, the proprietress is very nice, as long as you order food, she will not rush people, but the road is a little farther, you have to walk for a little 20 minutes. ”

This proposal was well received by many students, and the student who made the suggestion became the leader of the team, and began to walk at a young age.

Twenty minutes is a blink of an eye for energetic students. However, after this blink of an eye, they did not reach the fried chicken restaurant they had of their dreams, but stopped at the door of an animal park and looked at each other.

In front of a large billboard on the side of the road, to be exact.

The billboard is a simple collage of several sheets of plastic pencil paper, but the content on it is very provocative.

- Come and play the man-chicken war, thousands of troops, all under your command.

The accompanying picture is a group of majestic cartoon chicks in armor.

What is this thing?

"Come in, go in and see?"

"No, this zoo is so old, there are no rides in it."

"But it says that there is a new cute pet experience area, and you can experience the joy of feeding chickens for free, isn't this the time table now?"

"Just feed a chicken...... What's so fun about feeding the chicks, chicks ......" the opposition hesitated as they looked at the billboard.

However, the chicks on this side are so cute.

And it says that the macho-man must play!

While the boy was still hesitating, his little friend approached the billboard and read the game commentary.

"Before the game starts, the player receives the same amount of 'ammo' (pictured with a spoonful of yellow grain) and some special ammo (pictured with a cute worm) and puts them in the feed feeder ......"

"Various means can be used to attract chickens to eat, the player who runs out of 'ammo' first wins, and if they finish eating at the same time, then the player who keeps the 'special ammo' wins, and can enter the next round of [Bunny Wars]......"

"Here's how Bunny Wars works...... The winner will get a stamp, collect 5 stamps to go to the entrance of the park to exchange for a roasted sausage, collect 10 stamps to exchange for a ticket, and collect 15 stamps to get a hand-painted ......"

After reading this series of game explanations, the students fell silent.

How? It's like a lot of fun!

"That's using us to feed the chickens!" A more sober boy protested, but after a few moments......

He swaggered up at the ticket office with his friends. The ticket seller was a young guy who gave them a small piece of red paper after giving them the ticket.

"This is the ticket to participate in the chicken defense battle, which comes with the ticket, and there is a collection card behind it, don't drop it."

"The battlefield of the chicken defense battle enters the park and turns right, there are two pavilions, which are very conspicuous, just walk over."

The four boys pinched their tickets and stepped into the zoo in a majestic manner. They hadn't taken two steps before they saw their destination—two large tents propped up in canvas and a bustling crowd around them. ，

How , how many people?

The students who thought they would see the scene were a little caught off guard, but before they could react, they heard a greeting: "Are you the warriors who have come to defend the chickens?" Please come to me to pick up your weapons. ”

Warrior...... Weapons......

Sounds so cool!

No teenager in Secondary 2 can refuse this title.

The young people who were so cool were like cats who were combed by the hair at the moment, obediently queuing up one by one to check the tickets, and then each of them was given two spoons - one spoon was a small milk powder spoon, and the other was a soup spoon.

The little brother who issued the spoon said solemnly: "This is a weapon rack. ”

Then he led the people to see the real weapons—a pot of golden millet and a pot of chrysalis worms.

"Boom." The four teenagers swallowed their saliva in unison, and none of them dared to step forward to scoop up the worms.

"So, I'll help?" Pu Luo pointed to himself.

The teenagers nodded their heads as if they were pounding garlic, and obediently stretched out their spoons, accompanied by the urging of "come here" and "hurry up."

After helping them to "equip themselves," the young man smiled and said, "Then you can enter the combat preparation area!" Well...... The battle ahead is probably over in a minute or two, so you can see how they play. ”

As it turned out, this little brother's estimate was not wrong. After carefully walking to the back of the pavilion with two spoons in hand, the previous battle was just over, and the winner was a smiling aunt who thanked everyone with a smile amid the noise of the defeated army.

As soon as the aunt turned around, she saw Pu Luo walking over with a group of students.

The students probed their brains and saw the central playground through the crowd.

The game takes place in a square acrylic cage about the size of a mahjong table. The acrylic hood has openings on all four sides, and underneath each hole is a narrow feed basin. This hole is not large, and can only be entered by a spoon, and cannot be entered by human hands, while the top of the cover is a high-density wire grid, which can perfectly eliminate all off-site interference.

The onlookers did not go away, they looked at the young people who broke into this venue with loving eyes, and said gossipingly: "Children, have you ever played this? Would you like us to give me some advice? "I'm playing well, General Chang Sheng."

"What nonsense! Who is the winning general? ”

Students: "......"

They are very calm and say that they can and do not need guidance. What's so difficult about this, isn't it just simple feeding the chickens? What kind of defense war?

Although the young classmates ruthlessly refused the help of the uncles and aunts, they still warmly reminded Pu Luo to change a group of soldiers, and now they were half-eaten on the field, and the experience was not good enough.

Pu Luo felt that it made sense, so he walked to the "battlefield" and, under the astonished eyes of the students, lifted the barbed wire fence above him with one hand, and quickly touched the chirping chicks inside and transferred them to the large cage next to them.

As soon as the four entered the cage, they quickly squeezed to the other friends and squinted and dozed off, looking full of the comfort of migrant workers getting off work, while the new chickens were "chirping" non-stop, as if urging the students to hurry up, and they were going to take a nap after dinner.

…… Delusion, this is an illusion, right?

Feeling urged, the students were instructed to put the spoon into the hole and wait for the order to flip and pour the food.

The eight chicks in the field were significantly more skilled than them, and after a week around the farm, they were already waiting under the feed basin.

"Wait, Huang Xiaofeng, why did they all go to you? I don't have any of them here! ”

"Quack, quack, this is character...... -groove, why did they run away? ”

"That's right, come here, come here, chicken, here's the worm......"

"Who doesn't have worms! I've got it too, come over here......"

"Xu Lingyang, don't knock on the cover, you scared my chickens away!"

"Okay, I'm done eating, I've won!"

A boy who had been silent all the time raised his hand, his eyes wide, and his eyes were full of pride as he looked at his companion.

And his companion also gave him an extremely enthusiastic response: "Xu Lingyang, it's all your fault for knocking on the glass, our chickens all went to Huo Wenbin!" ”

"I just knocked on the glass, why didn't you say you yelled to scare the chickens away?"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's play another game, I didn't play well before." A boy with a pimple face made a final decision, "Boss, how much is this?" ”

Pu Luo replied with a smile: "Two pieces for one person, one time at a time, add five cents to add one more worm." ”

"Give me a ...... No, two copies! ”

"I'll add a worm."

"I'll add two!"

"Hey, Xu Lingyang, Huang Xiaofeng, are you also here?" Another group of students stumbled through the doorway, this time a group of girls.

From a distance, there were students at the door probing their brains.

Pu Luo's eyes lit up, and while beckoning the new students to receive their equipment, he held up a small bound picture album placed aside: "Classmates, idle is idle, why don't you come and listen to the harm of dyed chicks?" ”

Chapter 33

On the campus of Daishan Junior High School, a popular post has appeared in the past two days.

【Daishan Zoo Chick Personality Analysis and Record】

【Strategic Analysis of Resentful Breeders: Bug Placement Time】

[The amount of food and personality of chicks of different colors of resentful breeders]

【The influence of the position of the complaining breeder on eating】

【Grudge breeder ......】

In the forum that was a little smoky before the start of school, this post with the name of a resentful breeder was like a clear stream, washing away the wandering minds of families struggling between rushing to do their homework and starting school.

At the same time, there are students who are completely confused, complaining about what a breeder is? Look at the name like what kind of online game, is it the wrong area?

Please, we have a teacher meeting in the forum, and the teacher knows everything here.

In front of the teacher, all students are allies. Just as the classmate was about to chat privately with the poster to ask him to quickly transfer the battlefield before the teacher found out, he suddenly saw one of the posts updated.

The layout of their forum is very old, and the code is copied from the previous XX post bar, so everyone can see the ID of the last updater.

This student's pupils shook, that ID, isn't it their math teacher?

He shuddered and clicked in, and found that their math teacher had posted a long post, analyzing something that seemed to be understandable and somewhat incomprehensible at his level of scum.

What's that? Is this game that complicated? Do you still need to have math knowledge?

He swiped up the forum and saw a lot of pictures.

The picture is actually a serious chick, not what CG or pixels he imagined, this chick is it...... It's a little ugly.

The chicks were obviously dyed, all kinds of colors, but they were in the same state as his mother's black hair had grown back after dyeing it, and there were also pinches of white feathers that fluttered out of the colored feathers.

"Why don't you make up for it, how ugly it looks like this."

The classmate muttered casually, and he didn't bother too much about the appearance of the chicken, but took the post seriously.

Hmm, hmm, playing this game also requires mental tactics, it's best to find a god teammate, it's not impossible to form an alliance, the position is very particular, you have to play at critical times, you have to trick other people's big moves in the early days and then rattle and kill.

It seems to be a bit of fun!

So, on the same day, there was a new visitor to Daishan Animal Park.