Chapter 2: The vinegar jar is overturned
Lin Wan Congee...
When Xu Cheng was in school, he was really familiar with this name.
The top student in high school who always topped the grade... The cool goddess in the key class...
Almost every Monday, after the flag-raising ceremony of the whole school, there are good students who go on stage to give speeches under the national flag.
Whenever there is a cultural performance, big or small, she either goes on stage to play the piano or serves as the hostess.
There are also the female announcers of the school radio station and the absolute main force of the school debate team... Every May Fourth Festival, there are awards such as Study Star, Three Good Students... There are almost so many awards, big and small, that they are almost overwhelmed!
Whether it is a teacher or a parent, they will always say to you: "Look at Lin Wanzhou" or "Can you learn from Lin Wanzhou?"
He is simply the ceiling among other people's children.
Looking at the little girl in front of him who didn't seem very smart, Xu Cheng really couldn't connect her with the campus goddess who kept strangers away.
Is this really the same person?
What has she been through over the years?
So we were classmates in kindergarten? And we seem to be good friends...
There were still stars in Lin Wanzhou's eyes, and she tugged at the corner of Xu Cheng's clothes in a baby voice.
"Xu Cheng, Mom said that only people who like you can kiss you. From now on, you can't let Teacher Xiaoyang kiss you casually. Do you understand?"
"Gu."
Looking at Lin Wanzhou with his hands on his hips and a serious expression warning him, Xu Cheng couldn't help but burp.
This Lin Wanzhou...is she jealous?
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In the blink of an eye it was four o'clock.
Parents came to the kindergarten one after another, greeted the teachers, and then took their children away.
Xu Cheng waited obediently, wondering whether it would be his father Xu Jianghe who came to pick him up, or his mother He Ying.
It turned out that the person who came was He Ying. She had become an old woman in his memory, but now she looked more than 20 years younger, with a face full of collagen and thick black hair, which seemed to show the charm of a young woman.
Xu Cheng suddenly realized at this moment that the mother who always nags about wanting a grandson was really beautiful when she was young! Why didn't she keep a few more photos?
"Hey, Mr. Xiaoyang, Xu Cheng... is such a big kid but still wets his pants. I think he is causing you trouble."
"No, no, you're too polite, Xu Cheng's mom. Xu Cheng is usually very well behaved."
He Ying thanked Teacher Xiaoyang for his care and then loudly nagged Xu Cheng a few words.
"Xu Cheng! How many times have I told you to go to the toilet if you can't hold it anymore? You're almost in elementary school, how can you pee in your pants?"
The voice was quite loud, attracting the attention of many other parents, who looked at Xu Cheng, who was about to go to elementary school, with amusement on their faces.
Xu Cheng stood at attention, nodded frantically, and prayed to his mother to save some face for him. Fortunately, he was a sunny and happy boy. If he was a little psychologically fragile, the future flower of the motherland would be broken.
He Ying saw that Xu Cheng was listening to her carefully. Although she didn't know whether he understood her or not, she felt a sense of accomplishment that she had successfully educated him, so she spoke a few fewer words than before.
After saying goodbye to Teacher Xiaoyang, He Ying carried Xu Cheng and placed him on the back seat of the shiny Phoenix bicycle. Then, with a sprint, she skillfully completed a side start and left with Xu Cheng.
It was still early at four o'clock, and He Ying did not take Xu Cheng home immediately. Instead, she took him to Aunt Wang's house next door to play mahjong.
Although they are only two doors apart, the conditions of Aunt Wang's family and Xu Cheng's family are worlds apart.
Aunt Wang's family has a Liu Xiaoqing brand color TV and a large butt computer that is not yet widely available and is expensive. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is already a wealthy family. But in Xu Cheng's family, it's like: "Go, take out the half cucumber in the refrigerator and cook four dishes for the children."
The neighbors would get together to play mahjong, while Xu Cheng was sent directly to play computer games with Aunt Wang's son Zhuangzhuang, who had just finished school.
Brother Zhuangzhuang's original name was Tan Song. Xu Cheng remembered that Tan Song seemed to be three years older than him. If you calculate, he would be in the third grade of elementary school this year.
His bedroom is not big. Although there is no public area now, the house is small, only 90 square meters at most .
Xu Cheng sat obediently on a small stool, watching Tan Song skillfully turn on the computer. The computer had a good configuration, it was not a broken 486, but the latest Pentium.
Today's computers are capable of surfing the Internet. You just need to connect your computer to a telephone line and dial up to the Internet. However, the speed is extremely slow, only a few KB, and you will be disconnected as soon as a call comes in.
Tan Song clicked to open a game and said to Xu Cheng beside him, "Let's play this! Watch carefully."
Xu Cheng nodded, "Yeah."
Xu Cheng also knew the game that Tan Song was playing, Heluo Heroes. However, this elementary school student Tan Song didn't understand how to play the game at all. He basically ran around like a headless fly, and then failed countless times. A line of words floated out, "Ten years of life and death are in vain...", which made Xu Cheng anxious.
"Brother Tan Song, let me play for a while."
Tan Song was addicted to the internet, so he wouldn't let Xu Cheng play. He didn't even take his eyes off the screen, and casually waved his hand, saying, "You don't know how to play, so just watch me play."
Xu Cheng sat on the stool depressedly, took a breath, was silent for a long time, and then suddenly pointed at the screen.
"Go over there and take a look. There's a box there."
"Look, you have got the Songfeng Sword Manual, right? Only with it can you ward off evil spirits."
"Go over there, go down. Oops, we've gone too far. Go back up a little bit... Yes, yes, go to the right, it's that cave, take the Tang poetry anthology, you can take the saltpeter or not."
Tan Song glanced at Xu Cheng in surprise. This neighbor's brother is amazing! I have been playing for so long and didn't know that this game actually has so many hidden events. However, things are far from that simple...
"Don't rush to leave after defeating Yan Ji. Over there, there's a box with the Heavenly King Life-Saving Pill. It's a good thing!"
"Don't rush in. Eat some ginseng first. You'll have to fight if you go in."
"Let's find something for Murong Fu first. If we can get Wang Yuyan, fighting will be at least half as easy with her!"
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After Xu Cheng's instructions, Tan Song was almost dumbfounded. This little Xu Cheng is too amazing! He is simply a gaming genius!
He has been playing this game for several months, and he has never had it as smooth as today! Under Xu Cheng's guidance, it was like cheating. This refreshing gaming experience, once you try it once, you can't go back!
There are also Snow Mountain Flying Fox, The Return of the Condor Heroes, The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber... None of these plots have been triggered by themselves!
Looking at himself killing monsters in the game, Tan Song felt so happy! This is how to play games! If I show my classmates such a powerful save file, won’t they be shocked for a whole year?
As a second grader, he would not be curious about how Xu Cheng knew all this. Instead, he would think about becoming stronger and becoming the most handsome boy in the class!
Tan Song looked at Xu Cheng, imitated an adult, rubbed his hands in a flattering manner, and said ingratiatingly, "Cheng Cheng, can you teach your brother again? How should we play next?"
Xu Cheng folded his hands over his chest.
"Want to know?"
Tan Song nodded anxiously: "Yeah, yeah."
"OK."
Xu Cheng spread his little hands forward.
"Pay the money."
