“AT force field!”

"My Emperor!"

“Electromagnetic force field!”

...

Yan Xiaoyi shouted loudly at the mirror, making one move after another, and then felt that he was really stupid. Since he was five years old, he shouted "I am the little king of gourds" to the mirror, Yan Xiaoyi felt that he had done such a stupid thing every time. He blushed and quickly walked away and threw himself into the sofa!

"Is everything a dream? A very long dream?"

Yan Xiaoyi touched his ears. The headset that should have been contacted by Cahill was gone now, but it doesn’t look like dreams. Huang Liang Yimeng’s statement is nonsense. How can there be such a real dream? I have been dreaming for almost two years after a night's sleep? Then life is so fast!

Yan Xiaoyi patted his forehead again, took the keys out, and was about to go to other places to find the answers. Maybe just like last time, when he ran downstairs, the world became another stranger to him. Well, another world he was also familiar with!

Unfortunately, Yan Xiaoyi's idea did not come true!

In the garden, fountain, stone bridge, Yan Xiaoyi lives in a relatively good high-end community. A shepherd dog basking in the sun on the lawn. Yan Xiaoyi knows its owner, a pet supermarket owner named Xiao Ping. He is quite rich and loves dogs very much. It is said that his biggest dream is to raise a snow mastiff king. He goes to Tibet every year, but he has never met his wish. On the other side, a man and a woman walk back and look good, but Yan Xiaoyi knows that he is not a couple, and the man is a business manager of a jewelry company. Well, everyone will understand next.

"Brother Xiao Yi!"

With a sweet cry, a little girl who seemed to be only five or six years old ran towards Yan Xiaoyi. Yan Xiaoyi smiled and picked up the little brat.

Yan Xiaoyi either participates in competitions, stays at home to play games, or does some boring exercises. Some familiar faces in the community can only be regarded as acquaintance, but they have no friendship. Only the little gay head in front of him is most familiar with Yan Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi lives on Yan Xiaoyi's building, her little mouth is quite sweet, and she is very popular. She is also a single-parent family. Her mother runs a real estate agency. Her father and a rich woman run, and almost no one cares about her. So she often gets involved with Yan Xiaoyi, and it's a blessing that her mother is relieved. However, although this community is not a rich area, the housing prices are not cheap. Those who can buy houses here have some wealth, and they really can't make a deal of trafficking.

"Little devil!" Yan Xiaoyi shaved the girl's nose and said, "Is your mother busy again?"

The little ghost nodded, then smiled "giggled" and put his head around Yan Xiaoyi's neck.

Yan Xiaoyi touched the little guy's head with a beloved look and said, "I'm leaving, I'll take you to eat lollipops, and then take you to see the goldfish."

"Brother Xiao Yi is the best." The little ghost smiled and hugged Yan Xiao Yi's neck and said, "Would you be my dad?"

Yan Xiaoyi said unhappyly: "How many times have you told you that although I am not young or old, I am still a beautiful man in my childhood? You always ask me to fill up your mother in her thirty years, which will delay my youth? So if you like to get along with me, then grow up and marry me soon. Well, it doesn't seem good. I'm twenty years old. Do I have to stay in a widow for twenty years? I'm really not as good as your mother!"

Yan Xiaoyi habitually chased the train and complained. Xiao Guitou didn't know whether he could understand it or not. He just hugged Yan Xiaoyi's neck and smiled. Yan Xiaoyi took her to the surrounding supermarket and bought some candy and snacks, which naturally made Xiao Guitou happier.

At this moment, the phone in Yan Xiaoyi's pocket rang, he looked at the number and answered the channel: "Mom, come to me?"

"Who are you looking for?" said the other end of the phone: "You haven't gone out yet, are you?"

Yan Xiaoyi said: "What am I going out to do?"

"You kid is really, too." said the other end of the phone: "Didn't you say you would celebrate? Why are you making a fuss? Your dad has booked a seat in the old place, come quickly."

Yan Xiaoyi wondered, where is this going? What are you celebrating?

Although he was confused, Yan Xiaoyi still led the head of the ghost back to the community and asked him to play by himself, and then ordered to set off!

The old place Yan Xiaoyi’s mother mentioned was a medicinal restaurant. Yan Xiaoyi was not very interested in medicinal food, but his father liked it. Secondly, the owner of the medicinal food restaurant was a child with Yan Xiaoyi’s father. He grew up in a staff dormitory when he was a child and went to elementary school, middle school, and masters together. Until Yan Xiaoyi’s father went to the UK to further his studies, he often had contact with both sides after his father returned to China. Later, people opened a medicinal food restaurant, and Yan Xiaoyi’s father also often supported him and directly regarded this place as a designated family dinner place. As long as no one booked, the private room was the same every time.

When he arrived at the place, Yan Xiaoyi was familiar with the road. The foreman in the restaurant knew him. He smiled and said hello but refused to take him. Anyway, Yan Xiaoyi knew where to go. After arriving at the private room, Yan Xiaoyi's father and mother were there, and he was also a little beauty. Yan Xiaoyi's sister Yan Qing, who is currently in college, or in college, and the family of four is a typical family dinner.

"Come on, come on, the champion is here." My mother happily greeted Yan Xiaoyi and sat beside her and said, "Congratulations on winning another championship, so I have to celebrate."

Yan Xiaoyi wondered: "What champion?"

Dad said: "We are all watching TV broadcasts for the 12th New Century Virtual Fighting Cup."

This dog-fork champion!

Yan Xiaoyi cursed in his heart. Of course, Yan Xiaoyi remembered that he came. He just came back from participating in the competition and took a game flyer at the intersection, and then ran to Paradise Island for no reason. Even if he had cerebral palsy in the future, he would not forget the most unlucky thing in his life!

At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi's father poured two taels of wine into the cup and raised his glass and said, "Come on, please, congratulations to my son for winning another championship. However, I still have to warn you boy, don't think you are proud if you have some achievements. Remember not to be arrogant or impatient, continue to work hard and continue to win glory."

puff!

Yan Xiaoyi just drank the water from the cup into the air, but it was sprayed on the table. It was not a joy, but a scare.

"Brother!" Yan Qing sat over and helped Yan Xiaoyi wipe his clothes and said, "What are you doing?"

Yan Xiaoyi's father and mother were also puzzled, while Yan Xiaoyi shivered and almost scared to pee!

In the eyes of others, Yan Xiaoyi has a very perfect and happy life. Yan Xiaoyi's father has a small business, while Yan Xiaoyi's mother is a Chinese in the UK. She is the decision-making manager of the Asian branch of a British venture capital company. Yan Xiaoyi himself is also well-known in the gaming circle and earns a lot of money. The accumulated bonuses for the competition every year make Yan Xiaoyi's wealth more than many people earn in decades. More importantly, Yan Xiaoyi can also regard his hobbies as a profession, which is much better than many people who are busy every day and who never get spiritual wealth even if they earn high salaries.

So, to sum up, Yan Xiaoyi's family was not rich, but he was not worried about his inheritance, and he was not short of money, and he was not busy and busy for survival. Yan Xiaoyi himself was considered successful in his career, rich, glorious, and pride. The important thing was that he liked and was carefree. In fact, the most difficult thing for a person to live in the world is to do what he wanted. Many people longed for, but only a few people could do what he wanted. Yan Xiaoyi belongs to this very small group of people.

However, every family has a difficult sutra, and Yan Xiaoyi knows that he has a hard time. His sister has a good relationship with him. No matter what he does, she agrees with him. However, his father has always complained about playing games as a profession. His father's idea is relatively traditional. Games are entertainment. No matter how much money you make or what achievements you have, it cannot be considered a profession anyway. Since it cannot be considered a profession, then taking games as a profession is not a profession. Even if you make money, it is still a disagreement in his eyes. However, Yan Xiaoyi's mom's idea is slightly less.

He is slightly more rational, but he also has a common saying with his husband in this regard. It is of course good to make money by playing games, but it is not good from a professional perspective. How long can a professional player's life be? He should retire at the age of thirty, and he is still strong and only play for two more years. What should he do? He is thirty years old and has played games for more than ten years, but he has no good work experience and no skill. What should he do in the next life? He started to eat and wait for death? He used his family's fortune to support him? Yan Xiaoyi's mother doesn't care about Yan Xiaoyi's future, but she hopes that Yan Xiaoyi has a future!

This is Yan Xiaoyi's heart disease. He has been crawling in the game circle, enduring loneliness that others cannot bear, repeated training over and over again, and tried everything to plunder glory on the field, but in the end he proved himself in the eyes of others, but he never fell into the eyes of his father and mother.

But what did Yan Xiaoyi hear now? He even suspected that he had his head clamped, or he hadn't woken up even though he was dreaming!

After coughing twice, Yan Xiaoyi said carefully to his father: "Don't you think it's not good to play games? You don't even talk about being an otaku at home every day, and it doesn't look like a serious career. Well, don't you always want me to go to my mother's venture capital company to learn investment management or something?"

"Of course you are willing to go to your mother's place to work." The father smiled and said, "But it's good to be able to do what you like. Everyone has different ideas. How can you force it casually? You kid has been wild since you were born and can't control it. I'm still very pleased to be able to achieve some results now."

Gudu!

Yan Xiaoyi swallowed his saliva, feeling like he was going crazy, and looked at his mother and said, "This... the professional life span of professional players is actually quite short. When they are in their early thirties, their reaction nerves will decline when they get older, and they will not be able to survive. They can only choose to retire. As a result, after retiring, they find that they have no ability and are out of touch with society. They can't do anything well, so they can only be a game house at home."

"It's okay." My mother patted Yan Xiaoyi's shoulder and said, "Are you still afraid that your mother can't support you? But, your girlfriend is almost there. Don't be a partner at the age of thirty. Your mother has no place to look for her even if she wants to hold a grandson. I'll warn you seriously that this matter is absolutely undiscussed. You can play with it, but this matter must be done as soon as possible!"

"I..." Yan Xiaoyi choked for a long time, then stood up and said, "I'll go to the bathroom!"

"This child!" My mother said unhappy: "Why do you say you have to run away when you get married? You are quite old..."

Yan Xiaoyi quickly left. There are only two issues that middle-aged women care about most, either when will their son marry or when will their daughter get married. Even though Yan Xiaoyi's mother has always been a strong turtle woman and is capable and decisive in doing things, she is also unavoidable in this matter!

After leaving the private room, Yan Xiaoyi entered the bathroom and poured ice water on his face. In the end, he felt that his head was not clear enough, so he simply filled the pool with water, then lowered his head and pierced it in!

wrong!

This world must be wrong!
Chapter completed!