Chapter 1 Give You a Fortune

One early morning in August, there was a sultry smell in the air.

Su Ming was an ordinary senior high school student at Ningcheng Middle School. Early in the morning, he hurried to school with a pancake in his hand.

High school dogs have no human rights and dignity. Even though it is only August, senior high school students must participate in the school's make-up classes.

"You old rascal, see if I won't kill you today."

At a fork in the road not far from the school, Su Ming saw a sloppy gangster bullying an elderly man.

Although it was still early in the morning, there were still a few people sporadically around, everyone came here with the interest of watching the fun, and no one went up to stop it.

Su Ming walked over and took a closer look. The old man looked kind and kind, and his clothes were a little sloppy. At this time, he was squatting on the ground and being bullied by this little hooligan.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming was instantly unhappy, although Su Ming was usually just an ordinary student, and there was nothing special about him.

It's not the kind of little white face who can fascinate thousands of young girls, nor is it a rich and powerful second-generation rich, nor is it a scholar who ranks among the best, and even Su Ming may not be able to beat others in a fight.

But Su Ming still has the most basic conscience of being a person. Even the old people bully him. Su Ming feels that this little hooligan is too bad, so Su Ming mustered the courage and walked up.

"Stop for me—" After Su Ming walked over, he raised his volume and shouted at the little hooligan who was reaching out to hit someone.

"What? Is there something wrong?" The little hooligan was yelled at by Su Ming, and temporarily stopped the movement of his hands, turned his head to look at Su Ming, and spoke in a somewhat arrogant tone.

Su Ming has never provoked these hooligans before, so he boldly said, "It's a little bad for you, a young man, to bully the elderly?"

"I bother----"

The little hooligan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground in disdain, pointed at the old man and said, "This guy is an old hooligan. He smuggled my girlfriend's butt just now, do you think I can stop hitting him?"

At this moment, Su Ming glanced at the little hooligan who was indeed standing beside him in a coquettish dress, with a miniskirt and a small navel sling. It seemed that there were more exposed areas than covered areas.

However, the makeup on this woman's face was so strong that she could smell the strong perfume on her body from far away.

Su Ming definitely doesn't believe in the words of a hooligan. He thinks that you are a hooligan and others. Besides, as far as his girlfriend's appearance is concerned, Su Ming has no interest in being single for 18 years, let alone an old man who will touch her ass. .

"Even if you look for a reason, can you find a better one?" Su Ming slowly helped the old man who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands as he spoke.

"Paralyzed—"

The little hooligan was displeased by what Su Ming said, so he came up and pushed Su Ming, and said arrogantly: "Tell you boy, don't meddle in my own business, be careful that I beat you together—"

To be honest, Su Ming, who has never fought much, is a little guilty in his heart, but there is a voice in his heart telling Su Ming that he must not be cowardly at this time. .

"Snapped----"

Unexpectedly, at this time, the old man, who was only lifted up by Su Ming, snatched the pancake fruit from Su Ming's hand and threw it in the face of the rascal.

The little hooligan was caught off guard and was smashed by the pancake fruit. You must know that this is the pancake fruit that Su Ming bought for five yuan early in the morning.

You can imagine how hot the pancakes that came out of the pan in the summer. Su Ming took a few bites after walking all the way, and was thrown directly into the face of the little hooligan.

The hot sauce on the pancake fruit and the oily sausage and omelette all splattered on the little hooligan's face at once, only to hear the little hooligan scream, and then he squatted on the ground and covered his hands in pain.

"Run—"

Just when Su Ming was stunned to see what was happening in front of him, the old man grabbed Su Ming, and then Su Ming reacted. Following the old man, he ran away in a hurry.

After a few minutes, the two finally stopped, and the little hooligan had long since disappeared. It is estimated that the guy hadn't caught up.

After running like this for a few minutes, Su Ming was out of breath when he stopped, but when Su Ming saw the old man in front of him, he looked like he was okay, his face was not red or his heart was beating, which was a bit abnormal.

"Young man, you are such a warmhearted and good young man. You are so handsome for nothing—" After the two stopped, the old man gave Su Ming a thumbs up.

When Su Ming heard that the old man came up, he praised himself for being handsome. In fact, he was very happy. He touched his head and said in a low voice: "Nothing, that little hooligan bullied you, an old man, and also framed you for touching his girlfriend's butt. This is definitely not acceptable. endure-"

"Hey—" the old man said earnestly at this time: "Young man, you misunderstood that person just now—"

"What do you mean?" Su Ming was a little confused by what the old man said.

The old man continued: "Actually, I really touched it just now—"

Su Ming: "…………"

Resisting the speechlessness in his heart, Su Ming said, "The girl is so stubborn, so you did it too?"

The old man gave a wretched smile and said, "You're getting old, and your eyes are a little hard to use—"

Su Ming said, "Then you praised me for being handsome just now?"

The old man: "Praise is with the mouth, what's the matter with closing the eyes-"

Su Ming: "..."

I have to say that this old man really surprised Su Ming. Su Ming felt that this old man was a little abnormal, so Su Ming decided that it would be better to draw a clear line with this old man.

However, the wretched old man seemed to see Su Ming's thoughts at this time, grabbed Su Ming and said, "Introduce myself, I am from the mysterious Valoran continent, and I am a top scientist at the Hextech Factory— "

"Valloran? Hextech?"

Su Ming is not unfamiliar with these words, basically everyone who plays the game League of Legends knows them, but when these words come out of an old man's mouth, Su Ming always feels a little skeptical.

Now Su Ming has determined that this old man has an abnormal head in all likelihood.

The wretched old man didn't seem to notice Su Ming's strange eyes at all, and said to himself: "Young man, you are the first warm-hearted and positive person I have met on this planet, I decided to give you a gift. Field Creation—"

As he spoke, a small black tin box appeared in the old man's hand. It looked about the size of a Rubik's Cube and had a bland appearance.

At this time, Su Ming could not have imagined that this inconspicuous black tin box completely changed the trajectory of his life.