Although it was already autumn, the weather was still very hot, so the e-sports tycoon Wei Taiqiang from Xuanwu Kingdom brought the e-sports player Huang Keer to the shore.

The Wei Taiqiang handed over the battle against Yun Mengjie, Cao Jiao, Tu Tuqiao and others on the e-sports cruise ship to Liu Tienan. Chen Biaozi said to Wei Taiqiang: "You are really okay, you are relieved to that Liu Tienan!"

Wei Taiqiang said: "What do I have to worry about? They are all my brothers."

The Chen Biaozi said, "Then I won't stop on the e-sports cruise ship in that area. I'm going back to the business of the e-sports fried chicken restaurant."

Wei Taiqiang said, "Whatever you do, how to deal with it."

Wei Taiqiang's life was really free and easy. He was different from the e-sports tycoon who worked step by step. Whether it was his business plan or organizing e-sports competition, many times, he relied on his inspiration to do many things.

On the contrary, Tu Tuqiao and Cao Jiao attach more importance to the plan.

However, there are many uncertain things in the e-sports world, and the sudden change is a common thing.

Wei Taiqiang was very able to adapt to this situation, Tu Tuqiao, Yun Mengjie, Cao Jiao and others were even more mechanical.

Wei Taiqiang said to Huang Keer: "You must be ready to make plans while practicing e-sports well."

Walking further inside, there is a dilapidated small house, distributed irregularly, the setting sun hits the mottled adobe wall, making no bright colors, leaving only dead silence. There is a drainage ditch in front of the house, which is evaporated by the high temperature and feels nauseous.

Each house uses flower plastic paper to support a space, so that you can eat or enjoy the cool air during the day, or tie a rope to dry clothes, and everyone can increase the space as much as possible. The result of this is that it is connected into a piece of sunshine, which is so weird that it is inconsistent.

Huang Ke'er walked under a piece of plastic paper for a long time before she walked around to her door. He didn't get that kind of plastic paper at his door because Cao Wangrong said she "disdained" to follow the crowd.

Huang Keer often admires that Cao Wangrong always makes excuses for herself, so good.

As soon as she took out the key from her schoolbag, she saw Cao Wangrong walking out of the opposite family, with black hair tied with a loose bun behind her head. Huang Ke'er knew that she was playing mahjong again and she must have lost all of it.

When Cao Wangrong saw that he seemed to have not seen it, he closed his hair hanging from his ears and walked slowly.

Cao Wangrong is such a person who loves acting. She needs the audience to walk and speak. She can’t stand loneliness or indifference. No matter how bad the performance is, she can appreciate herself.

Everyone knows that she is a beauty, beautiful and charming.

Now he knew that Cao Wangrong was just an ordinary woman who was impatient, had no brains, no connotation, no ignorance, had a baby face that was always in her twenties. If the years could not be seen, they thought they were really young, and they would deceive others and themselves.

After Huang Ke'er entered the house, she first washed the rice and cooked it before taking a cool shower. It took only ten minutes. When she came out, she saw Cao Wangrong lying on the narrow sofa with her eyes closed, and a purple eye shadow on her eyelids was dyed. She was accompanied by thick foundation and bright red lips. She was colorful and a bit scary.

There are two unwashed dishes in the sink in the kitchen, with some egg yolks and rice grains on it, which are unwashed dishes that Cao Wangrong had for lunch. There are many things to do on Sundays, so breakfast is not troublesome, but it takes time. I memorized a few pages of words during the porridge time, and waited until Cao Wangrong got up before frying the eggs and served a plate of pickles.

Cao Wangrong has always been very picky about food, and this is almost not affected by more than ten years of poor life. Without abalone and shark fin, you can still use vegetables and tofu. Although she knows nothing about cooking, it does not prevent her from expressing her opinions. Making oatmeal porridge every Sunday without class has become a routine.

Since she started learning to cook, Huang Keer gradually got used to Cao Wangrong's domineering and indulgent pickyness like a daughter-in-law. She is arrogant and arrogant. Because she is too beautiful, she squanders her swagger and sometimes she can pretend to be pure and unworldly. Therefore, she feels that the stars in the class are actually very similar to her.

Perhaps before Cao Wangrong gave birth to him, she was just a copy of the current stars, and was very good at students and was sought after.

It is actually not annoying when Cao Wangrong doesn't speak. At least when she is silent, Huang Keer will feel that her time at home is much better.

It was very thick fog in the morning, and there was no sign of cloudy weather. Huang Keer still took off the bed sheet and quilt cover and stuffed it into the washing machine, and then collected dirty clothes and soaked them in the basin. The washing machine was already very old and made a clicking noise, as if the bones of the old man in the mundane were about to fall apart.

Cao Wangrong was applying mascara, her eyes wide open. After applying, she would turn her head and ask him, "Does it look good?"

She had many steps to put on makeup, but after finishing it, she had to ask something. Xianglin Sao was also unbearable, and Huang Keer didn't raise her head and said perfunctory, "It looks good."

Then take out the twisted bed sheets and wash them by hand.

In public, Cao Wangrong only appeared with him once. It was a parent-teacher meeting in the first grade of junior high school. Huang Keer's grades suddenly improved rapidly from the middle and upper reaches of the school to the first place in the class. At the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher specially called Cao Wangrong.

It was definitely the worst day for him in more than a decade. Cao Wangrong was there talking about their usual life without restraint, and saying something that was jaw-dropping with a stunning face.

Huang Ke'er was not mentally prepared at all. Let's find a student to help you make up for it. You have applied for evening self-study, right? Then don't go to the evening self-study that needs to be taken. There is a study room next to the math group office, where you can make up for it. If you don't understand, you can ask the teacher in the office nearby. If you can't make up for it in a semester, you can come to me!" The head teacher flipped through their transcripts for more than a year, saying it was very heroic, and he could easily handle everything.

He also heard about the class teacher's passionate style of doing things, but it was really not easy to accept when it was applied to him. He thought about his classmates in his mind and contacted him and their relationship with them. It was really... it would be strange if he made up for it.

Despite this, I dare not say anything.

The middle-aged man in front of him has always been arbitrary and said the same thing. He hates others' doubts about his vision and talent as the gold medal teacher.

Because I wasted some time in the office and it was too late to get home, Huang Keer first took a detour to Wei Taiqiang to see the stray dog...

But before knocking on the door, I heard the puppy whimpering, and then Wei Taiqiang cursed in a low voice.

Huang Ke'er pushed the door and saw Wei Taiqiang throwing the puppy's neck out of the door as if he was carrying a rag, and he was so scared that he hurriedly caught it.

The puppy blew up a few times in Huang Ke'er's arms, probably because he was really hurt. He kept screaming, his small eyes were watery, and he looked pitiful.

Huang Ke'er put the dog down before looking up at Wei Taiqiang, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with it? Do you have a quick expression to kill him?"

"It screams all day long, annoying."

"Did you not feed it anything? Maybe you were starved."

When he saw Wei Taiqiang's expression, Huang Keer knew that she had hit it.

Huang Ke'er looked at Wei Taiqiang's kitchen and saw a layer of dust falling on the kitchen utensils. I don't know how long it took to fire. The trash cans were filled with instant noodles and snack packaging bags.

"I'd better get it to my house and feed it something."

"Don't be busy going back..." Wei Taiqiang suddenly grabbed his arm, and Huang Ke'er turned around in confusion.

"You may have guests at this time, please wait for a while

In order to save time, since he was in high school, he had lunch at school, and Cao Wangrong had to do it by himself. She seemed to have only made fried rice with eggs for so many years, and the taste had never grown. Before he could not cook, he had always eaten instant noodles and fried rice with eggs. Now, he felt uncomfortable and disgusting when he saw these two things.

There were only four dishes in the freezer, eggs, tomatoes, beans, and green peppers. They were all bought by Cao Wangrong, and they were the only things she could make. And no matter how she stir-fryed, she couldn't make any tricks. Huang Ke'er turned on the fire, boiled water, then washed the vegetables and cut the vegetables. Soon, two dishes and one soup were prepared, Cao Wangrong's minimum standards.

When the dishes were served on the table, Huang Ke'er called out, "Mom, it's time to eat." Then she turned around and placed the dishes. The room was only a few square meters, and the kitchen and the living room were connected together, saving even the effort of moving.

No one spoke at the dinner table. He and Cao Wangrong had no communication a long time ago. There was no way to talk about it. They had less time to meet, and there was no common topic.

Huang Ke'er hurriedly took a few bites of rice and put down the bowl to get his schoolbag. Cao Wangrong looked up at him, her two slender eyebrows raised in the middle, and she looked so tired that she looked, "If you don't wash the dishes, you're leaving?"

Huang Ke'er looked at the time and explained while walking out, "I have an exam at 7:30 tonight. I'm going to the classroom to review in advance. You can put it first, and I will wash it when I come back in the evening." He was not satisfied with the speed of Cao Wangrong's meal. It would definitely not be half an hour to wait for her to put down the bowl.

After closing the door, I heard Cao Wangrong scolding inside, "You still feel that it's hard to study with Lao Niang Hua's hard-earned money... I'm so busy that I can't even see the ghost..."

Cao Wangrong's logic has never been logical.

The evening self-study of No. 2 Middle School was from 7:30 to 10:00. Huang Ke'er was blocking the car on the road for a while, so anxious that he almost got out of the car and ran over. When he arrived at the classroom, the class representative was already preparing for the face-to-face preparation and was about to hand over the papers.

The questions are not very difficult, and most of them are narrative questions, and the hands are a little sore at the end of the answer.

After handing in the test paper, everyone complained without any pain and vented their emotions.

Huang Ke'er was busy packing up the books she wanted to take home to review, but her ears were listening to the conversations of several girls in front of her, about the afternoon basketball game, and the protagonists were still Ye Qiancheng and Xiao Er.

Celebrities are also among those girls, and they maintain a reserved attitude when speaking, which is easy to distinguish them from others.

Celebrities are indeed very beautiful, with good grades. The most important thing is that they are arrogant enough. They are the targets that many boys in the school want to chase but dare not pursue. Such girls are actually quite compatible with Ye Qiancheng.

There were only a few high school students who were studying in the bus at night. Huang Keer found a place by the window, because he had been looking at the bustling night view outside the window, and he didn't notice anyone watching him. When he got off the bus and walked into the alley, he found someone following him. The footsteps were so clear that it made people beating.

There are no street lights in the alley, only the colorful neon lights at the intersection of the street flash with various colors and faint light from behind, pulling themselves and the figures behind them long and blurry, adding a sense of fear for no reason.

"Who?" Huang Ke'er finally turned around with courage, covered his mouth with one hand, and then his body was pressed against the wall.

"Don't fucking scream!" The other party lowered his voice and warned in his ear.

Huang Ke'er opened her eyes wide and saw the boy who was close to her in the faint light. The horror in her eyes was replaced by another thing. She couldn't tell whether she was disgusted or afraid that she could not tell whether she was disgusted or afraid. Maybe both, or maybe more disgusted was for herself.

"Have you healed by those injuries?" Ye Qiancheng asked behind him. The voice was not loud, but it still filtered out clearly from the noise.

"Yes, OK." When I answered, I realized that my throat was dry and my voice had changed a little.

He wanted to move his body, which had been standing stiff for a long time, and as soon as he moved, he hit Ye Qiancheng's chest. Ye Qiancheng held his shoulder and squeezed out a little bit to him.

Huang Keer's hair is still dripping with water. After the white shirt is wet, it becomes translucent and sticks to her body. Her thin figure is obvious at a glance. He looks a bit pitiful and he doesn't have the courage to talk to Ye Qiancheng more. The topic ends in a question and answer.

When I got off the bus, the rain had almost stopped, with only a little rain and fog flying.

He and Ye Qiancheng split their hands at the intersection, and when they walked into the dilapidated alley, they couldn't help but look back at Ye Qiancheng.

Ye Qiancheng had already walked into the gate of the community opposite, as if he was saying hello to the security guard at the door, and paused there for a while.

Just across the street, there are two worlds with clear boundaries.

This is the line between him and Ye Qiancheng, with no blind spots or loopholes.

After being soaked in the rain for a long time, I felt a little cold. When I shrank my neck and wanted to open the door, I heard moans coming from it, and it was so mixed that I was confused.

Huang Ke'er froze and turned around, squatted under the eaves of the room at the corner, put her schoolbag on her knees, and flipped through the books inside, but fortunately, it didn't get wet...

The day after the heavy rain, it cleared a little. You could see the blue sky and faint clouds. Huang Keer looked up at the sky. It was so nice that the clean things were so clean.

After almost half an hour, I saw a man coming out of his house. The middle-aged man in his forties was a little hunched. He walked a few steps and spitted out of the yard. He cursed and said something before he stepped on the water. Huang Ke'er shrank there like a transparent person and didn't attract any attention. He stood up with his schoolbag and his legs were numb.
Chapter completed!