Dragon couple

"Where are you going?" Since this was their last game, Cheng Zhen decided to follow the foam with some cream.

Butter Bubble asked uncertainly, "The boxing ring?"

Cheng Zhen, full of confidence: "Yes."

The easy-to-operate mobile game made this game a lot easier. Perhaps it was because he gained confidence after eating chicken. Cheng Zhen's performance in the boxing ring this time was very impressive, and he killed several times with his strength.

They fought smoothly all the way. The robots who hit Cheng Zhen were all dumbfounded. After hitting Cheng Zhen with two shots, they fell down, and were finally killed by Cheng Zhenshun.

This round of cream foam has become extremely silent.

Before they knew it, they entered the final round, and there were only eleven people left in the upper right corner.

Every time the number of people decreases by one, Cheng Zhen's chances of eating chicken will increase by one point.

Cream Bubble suddenly mentioned: "You know what? My birthday was last week."

Crouching in the corner, Cheng Zhen got up and got down again, and asked him, "What do you want?"

"Sing a song for me, I haven't heard you sing for a long time." Butter Pao also realized that Cheng Zhen would take him to eat chicken in this round, and was a little frustrated.

Cheng Zhen was surprised by Butter Pao's request: "These days, there are really not many people who want to listen to my singing."

"For the sake of your foresight, I'll sing for you."

In the final round, Cheng Zhen ignored the gunshots outside and sang Happy Birthday to Butter Paoqing.

This is Cheng Zhen's only song that is not out of tune.

Coupled with the irrepressible joy in his words, the atmosphere of the whole song became cheerful.

When he sang, the cream bubble side closed the microphone.

A birthday song, four lines of lyrics, less than half a minute, and it will be over soon.

After Cheng Zhen finished singing, the creamy mic flickered, and his breathing was a little choked: "Thank you. This is the best birthday present I have ever received."

It's not hard for Cheng Zhen to feel sad.

Cheng Zhen, who had been eager to get rid of the cream bubble, also felt that he had gone too far at this moment. He suddenly regretted that he hadn't sung seriously before, and made up his mind: "Why don't I sing it for you again after eating the chicken?"

"No need." Butter Bubble refused.

Cheng Zhen: "I heard that after the revision of the mobile game, there will be a cake when you eat chicken, so let's celebrate your birthday."

Cream Bubble: "Yes."

Cheng Zhen: "We can still be friends in the future."

Cream Bubble: "Well, I ran away with poison."

After the grid is refreshed, they are not in the safe zone.

Butter Pao refused to communicate with him, so Cheng Zhen could only focus on the game.

Number of survivors: five.

As long as they walk into this safe zone, they are basically in a state of steady win.

Cheng Zhen performed superbly in this round, and took nine heads in his hand. He asked Butter Bubble before, and Butter Bubble only killed three in this round.

"There's someone in the haystack ahead." Butter Bubble reminded.

The last circle was in the wheat field, and there was no cover. Once entering the circle, it was almost like a state of self-destruct. There was a team in front of them, and the two of them were hiding behind the haystack. Cheng Zhen and the others could not see it more clearly from the hillside.

Butter Bubble exploded a person's head, and the opposite side sealed the smoke to save the person. Butter Bubble threw two mines and a gun into the smoke, and successfully wiped out the team.

Two against one, there is only one lone wolf left on the opposite side.

They exposed their position when they were hunting the group of people in the wheat field, and a silenced sniper shot Butter Bubble in the head, just at this time the grid began to shrink, and they were already on the edge of the circle.

Butter Pao said to Cheng Zhen: "Don't save me, don't you want to eat chicken? Go into the safe zone and hang around, there is a 50.00% chance."

Cheng Zhen didn't move: "Shut up, I told you to eat chicken, and you have to live to enter the circle."

The last wave of the power grid was very painful, and the blood dropped quickly. After the cream bubble was rescued, the battery bar was empty, and the blood was not full, and it would fall to the ground after a few seconds.

Between eating chicken and saving his teammates, Cheng Zhen resolutely chose the latter.

Cheng Zhen, who was squatting still and saving the cream bubbles, endured the attack of the power grid. Just after he was rescued, Cheng Zhen’s battery ran out, and the lone wolf found out that Cheng Zhen was hitting Cheng Zhen through the power grid. After two shots, Cheng Zhen fell to the ground.

The cream bubble that just got up cut out the sniper in his hand, quadrupled 98k, and blindly sniped the lone wolf on the opposite side with one shot when he could hardly see clearly.

Successfully eat chicken.

Cheng Zhen died in the power grid.

After eating the chicken, Cheng Zhen didn't expect that he would come back to life again, experience a parachute jump again, and come to Butter Pao.

Neither of them, who were used to playing PC games, expected such an operation.

Cheng Zhen remembered his missed chicken: "I knew you would be resurrected, why should I save you?"

Butter Bubble laughed halfway and turned off the microphone.

Empty-handed, Cheng Zhen licked the Lone Wolf's box, got eight times the AWM, and fired a shot at the sky depressed.

Boom.

After the cream soaked in a place he couldn't hear and finished laughing, he turned on the mic and told him, "You didn't die unjustly. That person's ID seems to be an anchor, and he probably came to fry fish."

Cheng Zhen: "What's his room number, I'm going to scold him."

Cream Bubble: "Forgot."

Cheng Zhen opened the mirror and shot the cake: "With this kind of virtue, how can you still be an anchor?"

"No one is sure to watch his live broadcast."

In a live broadcast room on the cake platform, the dense bullet screens are all using the same sentence:

[Hahahaha overturned. ]

"So, does this still count as you taking me to eat chicken?" Cream Bubble asked in a better mood.

Upholding the last dignity, Cheng Zhen said forcefully, "It doesn't count."

He still needs face.

Cream Bubble retreated in time: "Let's call here first, I'm going to a meeting."

"Go, I won't sing the song for you anymore." Cheng Zhen couldn't get any more energy out of him, "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." Cheng Zhen could hear that the ending sound of the cream foam was floating.

The cream bubble is happy, what about him?

Not happy at all.

Cheng Zhen quit the game, and the account was reminded less than half an hour after it went online.

A Little Twist: [I praised you last week, it’s Saturday, how about sound? ]

Cheng Zhen: [Didn't you say substitutions? ]

A little twist: [I urged Zhao Zhao. ]

Cheng Zhen: [No, I'm not in the mood to record, just wait. ]

Playing this broken game made his mentality collapse, so what else is there to record?

A little twist: [Then what about you and Bubble's voice?When are you going to hand it in? ]

Cheng Zhen: [Who knows. ]

A Little Twist: [Pao Pao used to be very diligent, but now he has been dragging on for almost half a month without making a sound. Tell me, did you lead me to the wrong end? ]

Cheng Zhen: [Did I spoil him? ]

Cheng Zhen: [He himself is obsessed with games and can't make a sound. What does it have to do with me? If you want to blame him, you must blame him for leading me badly. ]

A Little Twist: [As far as I know, he has been playing games with someone recently. ]

A little twist: [Why don't you make an appointment, tomorrow you will have a live pia scene? ]

Cheng Zhen sighed: [After a while, I don't want to see him now. ]

A little twist: [Yo, it’s still picked up. ]

Cheng Zhen: [Down. ]

A little twist: [Hey, don't go, there's no appointment yet! ]

Cheng Zhen ignored her and cut off the account.

Don't let him catch that anchor, otherwise, he will see him once and scold him once.

On Sunday, Cheng Zhen bought a bundle of wallpaper and re-pasted the walls of the store. The plaque that had peeled off the paint was removed, and a nail was installed on the old wooden door. Cheng Zhen hung a small wooden board on it with a black mark The pen wrote the familiar shop name:

Cheng Dashao pancake shop.

Hoe the grass, sweep the surrounding ground, everything is ready, just waiting for the opening.

Cheng Zhen first posted a post in Moments at night: [Do you like sports? ]

Comments: Sports?What sport?Do you exercise in bed?

I like it if I'm with you.

What's the matter, are you going to switch to selling fitness cards?It’s okay to apply for a card, but it’s fine if I exercise [Salted Fish Paralyzed]

……

Cheng Zhen spent half an hour drawing a hand-drawn map, spread it out on the table and took a photo with his 500-megapixel mobile phone, and then posted a second Moments: [The pancake shop will open at [-] pm tomorrow, free for the first [-] , the latter half price. ]

As soon as it was posted, someone commented: ah ah ah ah!

Damn, after waiting for you for so long, it's finally about to open!

I knew it!Fuck class, I want pancakes!

……

Cheng Zhen's circle of friends has caused a collective explosion among the students of Dongchong University. The pancake stand that has been closed for a week has finally reopened!

The black-hearted brother gave free pancakes on the first day.

Cheng Zhen’s pancake stand has always been one yuan more expensive than others. He can sell six yuan of pancakes that others sell for five yuan.

Ask him why, Cheng Zhen is also calm: he is willing.

You don't have to buy it if it's too expensive.

He relied on his face to set prices unscrupulously.

He is also charged for being surrounded by a group of people every day.

Even so, Cheng Zhen managed to squeeze out the pancake stalls with a radius of ten miles at a price of one yuan higher.

engage in monopoly business.

Judging from the explosive comments, Cheng Zhen is no longer worried about tomorrow's business.

I believe that in another place, his pancakes can still be sold.

Monday at nine o'clock.

Cheng Zhen got up earlier than usual, and he specially prepared twice as many ingredients as before, all of which were bought in the vegetable market early in the morning, fresh vegetables.

It's been a long time since he made pancakes, so he set up two pancakes at home.

Tried the taste myself, perfect.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, he set off from home on a tricycle. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he froze in place when he pedaled, and the car stood still.

The steep and long hillside was full of people, and the customers who came to buy pancakes had already lined up before others arrived.

Cheng Zhen felt joy and sorrow mixed in his heart.

What he did today was destined to be a loss-making business.

The more people there are, the hotter the business is, which means that he will lose more.

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