In fact, they have chosen not so complicated to compete for the top, but Jiang Kuo was even very lucky and didn't beat them all night because Ding Zhe stopped doing it at around three o'clock.

"I won't play anymore, it's too crushing." He stretched, "It's too shocking."

"I didn't win all." Jiang Kuo said.

"You really want to win all!" Dong Kun shouted, "Is there anyone "sex"!"

Duan Feifan raised his finger and said, "Ying Jing, Uncle Zhao will drive you out later."

"Three thousand five is so exciting to me," Jiang Kuo sighed while placing cards, "I have stimulated my potential, and I am not so exaggerated."

"Three thousand five is a great stimulation to me," said Ding Zhe. "When I think someone can still be stimulated in 3 thousand five months, I feel that I am too stimulating."

"Do you work?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," said Liu Pang, "two thousand is enough. Unless you want to buy something more, we basically have no desires except spicy hot pot and barbecue."

"If I want to work," Jiang Kuo put the card on the table and leaned into the chair, "What can I do?"

"Let's have a nightclub." Ding Zhe said.

"Get out." Duan Feifan smiled and bounced a pine shell in his hand onto his forehead.

"He is not only handsome and good at being handsome," Ding Zhe said, "I can't do anything, oh by the way, the car is driving well!"

"Can I run away?" Jiang Kuo suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Can you make a gas payment after a trip?" Duan Feifan said, "You have to indicate that you only take single passengers. If you have one more, you have to go to the back."

"It doesn't sound like making money," Dong Kun said, "only pulling single girls or something."

"Like a gangster." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo smiled and said, "What should I do?"

"Go and buy malatang," Duan Feifan said, "Every time we crowdfund the errands to the people responsible for buying malatang."

Jiang Kuo stood up, thought about it and sat down again: "I don't know where Malatang is."

"I'll take you there, halfway." Duan Feifan said.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Count the money." Duan Feifan waved his hand.

Ding Zhe looked at the trick: "Why would Jiang Kuoqun collect money?"

"Let me." Duan Feifan said.

Ding Zhe pulled Jiang Kuo into the group: "Jiang Kuo changed his name, Jiang You Qian."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo changed his name and was speechless when he looked at the group of names.

[Contemporary male college student role model]

Jiang Kuo collected more than 500 yuan.

This is when he was forced to conquer and try his best to let everyone play cards.

"I seem to have found a way to get rich," he said.

"It's just to pay for us, right?" Duan Feifan asked, "If we don't eat or drink, you can get more than 10,000 yuan in a month."

Jiang Kuo smiled.

Duan Feifan took him to buy spicy hot pot. When he passed by the duty room, Uncle Zhao fell asleep on the lounge chair. Duan Feifan reached out to the window, touched the window, and took out the big lock key hanging on the small nail.

"That's it?" Jiang Kuo asked angrily.

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded and leaned into his ear and whispered, "Others don't know where the key is."

Jiang Kuo leaned back and grabbed his neck.

Duan Feifan looked at him.

"Itchy," said Jiang Kuo.

Duan Feifan smiled and didn't say anything.

Malatang, which was open in the middle of the night, went out at the gate near the back mountain of the school.

This area was already quite desolate, and there was no ghost in the middle of the night. The Malatang shop with the lights on was in a row of illegal buildings across the road.

"The main business of this store is our school's students," Duan Feifan introduced to him, "The couple has been running for several years."

"Does so many people eat midnight snacks?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Sell it during the day." Duan Feifan said.

"Don't sleep?" Although Jiang Kuo doesn't eat spicy hot pot, he knows that such a couple's shop should not hire workers.

"Women's daytime, men's nighttime," Duan Feifan said, "their daughter will help when they are on holiday."

"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded.

Lao Liu Malatang.

The boss should be surnamed Liu, but in fact he is not very old. He looks several years younger than Mr. Jiang.

"So late." Old Liu smiled at Duan Feifan and had already opened the lid of the pot.

"There are too many people today, so I'm late to play," Duan Feifan took a small basket, walked to the freezer with various ingredients next to him and started picking, "Jiang Kuo, can you eat something?"

"Not to eat." Jiang Kuo said, "Don't count mine."

"Aren't you hungry?" Old Liu asked, "It's been midnight."

"He doesn't eat spicy hot pot," Duan Feifan said.

"Is that true?" Old Liu looked at him, "If you have a face, you can have a bowl of it if you want to be hungry."

If the waiter didn't recognize the relatives he had eaten before, he would basically not give him any dishes. People at the table might be noisy. He was too lazy to talk, nodded if he was interested, and ignored if he was not interested.

But now Lao Liu looked at him, and the interaction was established too directly and could not be avoided and ignored.

Although he was hungry, he did not eat spicy hot pot or noodles, and he also felt that the hygiene conditions here were worrying...

After thinking for two seconds, he nodded: "Okay."

"Tomato and egg noodles or tomato and beef noodles?" Old Liu asked happily.

"Beef noodle." Jiang Kuo said.

Give me the best beef leg, what is the best beef here...

Lao Liu took out a few skewers of beef from the freezer and squirted the beef on the label.

……OK.

OK, just this beef.

It is best to put some hawthorn in beef soup...

Lao Liu scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot of the clear soup and put it in the noodle pot.

...How can I be called tomato beef noodles?

Just just order Malatang noodle soup!

Duan Feifan picked up the ingredients. When Lao Liu was cooking spicy hot pot, they sat at the small table at the door waiting.

"You'll go home tomorrow, right?" Jiang Kuo looked at the ridiculously bright moon.

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

"Did you go back early in the morning?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's noon," Duan Feifan turned his head, "What's wrong?"

"No," said Jiang Kuo, "It's a bit boring when you suddenly have a day off."

"If you are bored, go to Niu Sandao to work." Duan Feifan said.

"Ah?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"I want to make beef sauce," Duan Feifan said, "I will go back to help, my uncle and others are not going to work."

"...Oh, I thought I was going back to celebrate the festival." Jiang Kuo said.

"Apart from the Spring Festival, there are basically no other festivals, and there is no time." Duan Feifan smiled.

Lao Liu's tomato beef noodles are basically not matched with tomato beef noodles, but they are not bad and taste good. They are quite good when they are hungry in the middle of the night.

A group of people chatted and ate in the dormitory. It was dawn when they finished packing up.

"Go back to the dormitory and sleep for a while." Ding Zhe stretched, "Wake up and go home."

"It's a little less dynamic," Duan Feifan said, "just five o'clock."

Several people left the dormitory quietly.

Jiang Kuo stood in the lounge chair.

"Are you sleeping in the bed?" Duan Feifan asked.
To be continued...