Journey of a Thousand Miles

The third wiped the edge and pushed his hand away, "I don't even ask who is the boss of the day-to-day air—"

"A boss in women's clothing?"

"..."

The Great Sage hooked the corners of his mouth proudly, how long have we been brothers, do you still know little about the other party's dark history?

This matter dates back to their freshman year. Dasheng and Sanba Fengmang were classmates, but they lived next door to each other in different dormitories. There were dozens of people in the class. At that time, the Great Sage didn't even match his appearance and name, let alone any intersection.

The accident happened on a certain Saturday afternoon. The Great Sage had just returned from the outside and was walking from the corridor to the dormitory when suddenly there was a pig-like wailing not far in front of him.

"Calm down! Classmate! Calm down!!!" San Mofeng staggered out of the dormitory in embarrassment while trying to dissuade another boy behind him. The momentum rushed towards the edge of the three wipers, and the anger in the eyes could be felt from a long distance, "You have the guts to not run away! I will lose if I don't beat you to death today!"

The Great Sage stood there in a daze. It was such an intense scene... Should he pass through as if nothing had happened, or should he retreat first?

As everyone knows, the three strikes didn't give him a chance to choose at all, and when he saw him, his eyes lit up, and the staring eyes made the great sage tremble, and a voice sounded faintly from the bottom of his heart: Want to escape, it's too late.

"Monkey!" Sure enough, Sanba Fengmang howled and ran towards the Great Sage, and hid behind him with a whimper, "Monkey! Quickly persuade that big brother!"

Monkey is the nickname given to him by a few friends who are close to Dasheng. This girl calls him that when he comes here... I really don't think of myself as an outsider.

The Great Sage stood between the two with a dazed face, neither advancing nor retreating. On the one hand, he wanted to kill every minute, and on the other hand, he was evasive and unceremoniously used him as a shield. He wanted to say that he didn't know this guy. San Mo's edge is at least in the same class as him, and the character of the Great Sage can be regarded as righteous, so it seems that it is really not good to refuse to save him.

But after intermittently figuring out the ins and outs of the matter, the Great Sage felt that he could help that brother be beaten to death and wiped out.

It turned out that it was all the fault of the game.

The reason why San Mofeng was chased and killed was very simple - he used a transvestite account to pretend to be a girl to deceive others.

"It deserves it." After finally persuading that person to leave, the Great Sage said coldly to San Mo.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" San Mofeng said that he was also very wronged, "How do I know that he is in the same academy as me! It's still in the next building!"

"The people nearby you just added, who is most likely to have no idea?"

"Ugh... There were too many people added at that time, and he took the bait very actively. I didn't pay attention to how to add him."

"It's fine if you open a transvestite account, but you still lie to others with so many equipment..."

"No, I said it casually, and he took it seriously. You can't blame the government for being stupid!" San Mo said plausibly.

"..." He was not generally impressed by his strong words, "Well, you have the ability to deceive, why don't you have the ability not to be discovered?"

"It's really not my fault, I don't know which son of a bitch betrayed me, it's so disrespectful!" Speaking of this three times, it hurts my heart.

"In a word, it's you who did too much." The Great Sage concluded, "If you want to survive, hurry up and return the things of others."

No, every day with a voice changer in the dormitory, teasing others with a whiny voice. With such a wonderful roommate, it’s normal for others to go out and complain. Taking the ultimate step - after the other party asked for the video again and again, the three swabs who couldn't bear it anymore did not choose to disappear quietly, but... directly sent a rough male voice In the past: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha you got fooled,you idiot!"

This is the voice of that dear friend.

"Alas—" San Shifeng let out a long sigh with a weeping face, thinking that he would finally hit a windfall, but he didn't expect to have no luck in the end.

"You seem to have quite a few fans, if they find out—" The Great Sage deliberately slowed down his voice.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited," San Mofeng quickly pushed him towards the closet, "If you have this kind of thought, it's better to think about your life-long events. After following me for so long, you finally got the hang of it. I'm very relieved, thanks to brother For the sake of it, the goddess will let you, don’t come back to see us brothers if you don’t turn the goddess into a sister-in-law,” he rummaged through the clothes in the Dasheng’s cabinet while pulling, “How about dressing up, men are different from women, If a man is too deliberate, he will appear sissy, and he can't be too careless. Sloppy and sloppy are taboos. The former can only be best friends with women, and the latter can only be brothers with women—"

"Then should I do it deliberately or not?"

"Well," San Mofeng touched his chin pretentiously, "you have to prepare deliberately so that she doesn't look deliberate."

"..."

San Mo patted him on the shoulder earnestly, "Love is a science, my friend."

Time flies, and before you know it, it’s November 11st. The six members of My Name Clan stayed in the hotel arranged by the government on the evening of the 21th. Like last time, 20 and Lianyi Qingchen changed rooms harmoniously. At noon on the 33st, after the professional players had a buffet lunch in the restaurant as usual, they set off for the event venue one after another.

Compared with the last carnival event, this time there were many new faces and a few more people. Thinking of the eight seeded teams being screened out for three, it is really a shame.The group of My Name's Clan was about to leave the hotel when Qianli's cell phone rang, Qianli took it out and looked at it, frowned, Wujiu noticed this detail keenly, and immediately said to the other four people , "You go first, we will catch up later."

"Okay." The four of them left quickly, Qianli found a quiet corner to answer the phone, Wu Jiu stood not far away and waited for him.

Not long after, Qianli hung up the phone and walked towards Wugui.

"Who?" Wugui asked.

"..." Qianli paused for a few seconds before answering, "At home."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I want to ask me to go back."

"...If you go back, I will go back with you." Wu Jiu said.

"No reply." Qianli said these two words very simply.

"Okay." Wu Jiu wanted to touch his hair, but remembered that this was a public place, so he held back, "Don't think about unhappy things."

"Ah."

"Let's go."

The two of them went out through the back door, and the main force had almost left. They had been here once, so they would not get lost.On the way, Qianli didn't say a word, when he saw that the gate of the venue could be seen in the distance at the corner ahead, Qianli suddenly said, "No fault."

"Ok?"

"You said, do you have to use a few digits of income to prove the significance of something?"

Wu Jiu stopped, looked at Qianli, and Qianli also looked at him, but now there seemed to be an imperceptible sense of melancholy in his usually clear eyes.

"Isn't it okay to simply like it?" Qianli murmured.

Wu Jiu's heart tightened, but at this moment he can't do anything, he can only stand in front of Qianli and listen quietly to his bewilderment.

When he was young, when he was even younger than now, he was full of arrogance and resentment. He swore that one day, one day, he would prove to those people with his success that his pursuit was not wrong. correct.

His dreams are not without meaning.

But what is valid proof?

Thousands of miles after much deliberation, deliberation and deliberation.

There seems to be only one way.

Now, he is so close to that goal, no matter where he ranks in the playoffs, with his current popularity, as long as he is willing, he can definitely achieve a seven-figure annual income.

This is an astronomical figure that can easily crush the living standards of fourth- and fifth-tier small cities. He can truly return to his hometown with a good clothes, and he is fully qualified to say to those people lightly, don't bully the young and poor.

But he was not at all as elated as he had imagined.

I don't remember when, after experiencing fruitless struggle and anger again and again, he didn't care anymore.

It doesn't matter if they understand him or not, support him or not, and what they think of him.

Not everyone has experienced the feeling of being driven into a desperate situation by the pity and contempt of family members.

He has experienced it.

When he had nothing but was full of sincerity, he didn't listen carefully to his words.

When he was so prosperous and glorified, people endured the sting and looked up to his brilliance without distinguishing between the true and the false.

The voice in his heart has always been covered by the hustle and bustle of the world.

When he was unknown, he was not qualified to say love.People disdain.

After he became famous, he has no position to say that he loves.People don't believe it.

What conquered them was not the event itself, but everything that this event brought about.

Is this what he wants?

No.

He no longer wanted to prove anything to them.

Bright and beautiful, or poor and poor, that is his own life.

It is enough for him to continue his pursuit and persistence freely.

As for them, he doesn't hold grudges, he doesn't have the time and energy to hold grudges, everyone lives well, and then forget each other in the rivers and lakes, that's enough.

In his heart, the only family member is long gone.

Facing Qianli's self-talking questions, Wu Jiu was silent for a long time, and then smiled.

These questions, Qianli is not asking Wugui, nor is he asking himself, let alone asking the world, he may not need the answer at all, because the answer is in his heart.

Still can't help but feel confused, but one thing is for sure - they won't stop.