Chapter 514 Lu Mingfei

"A bottle of Nutrition Express, a bucket of instant noodles, and a ten-yuan machine." Lu Mingfei walked into the Internet cafe, took out a crumpled twenty-yuan bill and placed it on the front desk.

"Which flavor do you want? Pickled pepper or braised beef." The shirtless boss, smoking a cigarette, sat on a chair, reached for the banknotes and threw them in the drawer.

"Just braised beef, Master Kong's." Lu Mingfei looked into the Internet cafe and said casually.

"Will you add ham sausage and braised eggs?"

"Oh? And this service? Do you want money?" Lu Mingfei turned around and came back.

"Do I look like your dad?" the boss asked, pointing his thumb up at his face.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the face that was as cold as if he had been slaughtering pigs for twenty years in a slaughterhouse and shook his head decisively, "How much does it cost to add braised eggs?"

"A braised egg costs three yuan, and ham sausage costs two yuan. You have enough money left to add a braised egg, and I'll give you an extra dollar back."

Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked at the braised eggs and ham on the shelf behind the boss. He hesitated for a moment, muttered something about how the cost of accessing the Internet was getting higher and higher, took out a one-dollar bill for the war-damaged version of Iraq and handed it to him. After passing it, the boss didn't look down upon anything after taking it. After all, the only people who could come to his Internet cafe were poor students, and the entire Internet cafe's turnover was supported by these students.

As soon as the universal card in the cigarette case was swiped, a man who looked like a murderer and Lu Mingfei appeared on the switchboard. Even if the phone was successfully turned on, Lu Mingfei wrote down his phone number and patted the empty buttocks. I walked into the smoky Internet cafe in my trouser pocket. The smoke drifted up like clouds and dragons under the fluorescent lamp, and was shattered by the whirring electric fan. Some people cheered, some cursed, some danced excitedly, and some angrily cursed the Internet. The connection is interrupted.

Most of the screens in Internet cafes are filled with a 2.5D side-scrolling action game. It is produced by a Korean company. In recent years, it has become as popular as the legend around 2002. Nowadays, young people with some spare money play this game, and they go to Internet cafes every day to start the game. Downloading dungeons and exploding equipment, occasionally scolding a certain female NPC about her family tree, and then dutifully downloading dungeons again.

Lu Mingfei couldn't remember the name of this game clearly, but people in the class like Zhao Menghua and Xu Yanyan were playing it, and it was quite crazy. A single charge into it was enough for Lu Mingfei to use the Internet for a week. Fee plus nutrition express money, with eyes full of envy, he also knew that this thing was not a game that a poor guy like him, who had to think twice about adding instant noodles and ham sausage, could play.

Furthermore, he doesn’t like this way of earning money to become stronger. Compared with the most popular online games, he still likes the purest e-sports, either "StarCraft" or "DOTA". No matter how bad it is, it can only be played against the local area network. "Red Alert" was an FPS game that someone took me to play for a while in high school. Playing gun battles without plug-ins was quite a test of hand speed and nerve reflexes.

Thinking of these things, Lu Mingfei, who was just sitting in the Internet cafe, couldn't help but sigh. He touched the unfamiliar keyboard and mouse and lamented that things and people have changed. It is said that the earth will not stop turning if someone leaves it. , some people have left, and his life still has to go on, but it has to be said that life will be a lot less exciting and a little more boring.

He opened "StarCraft" and stayed in the lobby for a long time. After hesitating for a long time, he opened a Zerg 1v7. The difficulty was as cold as Red Alert 7. He couldn't get out of the door at all in the early stage. In the middle stage, the air force appeared opposite the blockage. There are still some opportunities to play the human race, with two houses, bunkers, and tanks, but playing the Zerg is basically making yourself uncomfortable, and the air force gas mine is simply not enough.

But Lu Mingfei didn't care. For him, this was just a way to kill time. He sat on a hard chair that was a bit expensive and drooped his eyebrows. He held the keyboard with his left hand and rubbed the mouse pad with his right hand. There was a constant battle on the screen, and the big crab I pushed the picture and airdropped it to Mad Dog. In less than half an hour, the victory window of "The replay has finished" popped up on the screen, followed by a close-up of the Zerg CG and the data settlement page.

He exited the interface and was about to exit the game when the private chat window suddenly jumped. The avatar was a giant panda that was very reminiscent of the classic viral picture of pandas burning incense. The ID remark was "Old Tang".

"Online so early today?"

"Ah, I'm on home leave. I don't live on campus, but I still take advantage of the students who live on campus. I just surf the Internet when I have nothing to do." Lu Mingfei answered with a pinch of words. Old Tang is the self-proclaimed number one player in their channel of "StarCraft" , we have had a friendship with him in nearly a hundred friendly matches. Although we have never met in person, our relationship is better than real friends.

"I remember 'clearly' you are a high school student, right? Who are you?"

"It's your senior year in high school, your senior year in high school."

"Are you still playing games online now in your senior year of high school? The college entrance examination will be held in June or July in China, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Old Tang, who usually plays games the most cheerfully, rarely cares about the real life of netizens. This makes Lu Mingfei a little uncomfortable, not to say that he is bored. At this time, no matter who he sees, whether it is relatives, friends or people from the newsstand downstairs. The uncle would chat about these things when he saw him, as if everyone in the world suddenly cared about his future, but he was the only one who didn't care about himself. This inexplicably made him feel guilty. The guilt of not being responsible.

"It doesn't matter if you don't get good grades. On the bright side, you can still make a living playing e-sports after you fail in the exam. Although we have never met, if you are willing to believe it, my buddy will still have channels to help you find a club to play in competitions. At least I can still beg for food in the future.”

After more than ten seconds of silence, Old Tang came over with a long string of words, his tone seemed to be comforting, and Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. What was this? "After failing the college entrance examination, Lu Mingfei could only go to the exam "Interstellar Career"? It feels like I could write a novel.

He subconsciously typed a reply, "You haven't seen my transcript, how do you know my grades are bad?"

"There are people who are good at games and get good grades, but I can only say that people who are particularly good at games and get good grades are either geniuses or monsters. But from the time I've spent with you, you really don't look like one of the two. Any of them, so you can only be a game prodigy and learn waste." Old Tang analyzed pertinently.

"Fuck it." Lu Mingfei could only reply with this word. After feeling aggrieved for a while, he was ready to save face for himself, "I'm going to study abroad. I took the TOEFL test and sat next to a classmate in the same class. I was lucky and got good grades. OK, I submitted a lot of applications to foreign universities."

"Study abroad? Okay, I'm abroad. Where are you going to take the exam? If we are in the same city, I can treat you to a meal or something." Old Tang became interested when he heard this.

"I don't know. It depends on which university wants me." Lu Mingfei's answer showed his timidity, and his true colors were revealed, and the dignity he had built up suddenly collapsed.

"Which companies did you apply for?"

"University of Chicago, Auburn University, University of Washington. It's a whole mess."

"Are you submitting an application based on the ranking of American universities? To be honest, I think it's a bit mysterious. Brother, you should prepare for the college entrance examination. Don't cut off your own future."

"No one wants me to take the college entrance examination. I will do whatever I want in the future. If I can't get a bachelor's degree, I will get a junior college. At least I can learn technology. My ability is greater than my diploma." Lu Mingfei said with great Ah Q spirit.

"Ability is indeed greater than a diploma, but you also need a diploma to have a platform to show your ability." Old Tang said, "I have experience in this. Let alone college, I came out to make a living without even going to high school. You need a diploma to be a waiter, and only go abroad when you can't make it in China. Unless your future job relies only on ability and not diplomas like I do now, otherwise you should just work hard for that piece of paper. Otherwise, you will be severely beaten by society."

"Old Tang, are you so sophisticated in social experience? I always thought you were the kind of social idler who lives in the basement."

"A 120-square-meter rental house next to the elevated light rail is for one person to live in. Although the noise is sometimes annoying, the advantages are that the rent is pleasant and the transportation is convenient. When the time comes, if you really go abroad and have no place to live, you can still come to my place to build a floor. "

"Your house is only 120 square meters. Do you want me to lay the floor?"

"You have to pay rent to sleep on the bed, otherwise others will think you have some kind of physical transaction with me. Americans are no less gossipy than Chinese people."

"Depend on."

"If you haven't been admitted to a foreign school, just go to the college entrance examination honestly. I remember you mentioned that the high school you went to was pretty good in your city? No matter how bad your grades are, they are not hopelessly bad. Try your best to take the exam. Then let's see, I haven't played games much lately." Old Tang consoled him kindly.

"Okay, okay, you really sound like my uncle and aunt." Lu Mingfei replied with a sigh.

"Not like your parents? Do you live with your uncle and aunt?"

"Why don't you work for the FBI if you are so good at reasoning?"

"I don't care about people with a bachelor's degree or less, and the same goes for the FBI. Brothers who want a diploma." Old Tang gave Lu Mingfei another pressure sledgehammer. "It seems that it is not easy for us. Let's encourage each other. I will fight on all servers as soon as possible." First, you should get admitted to a good university as soon as possible, and that’s it, the master in the next server will ask me to play a friendly match soon, I wish me success in winning."

"Don't cry if you lose!"

"I'm fighting with the honor of our server, how could I lose?" Old Tang said and left a long list of LOL (loud of laughter, chat abbreviation) and no longer responded.

Lu Mingfei sat in the game lobby looking at the screen for a while. For some reason, he felt more and more impatient. There was something inexplicably turbulent deep in his heart, as if there was an irritation pressed in his throat that he couldn't spit out. He can't swallow it anymore, and makes people want to sigh but can't find a reason to sigh. It feels like everything he is doing is a waste of time. He should do more important things and make his reasons for action full of meaning. He will not just Even I feel like my life is passing through my fingers on the mouse little by little.

Do you want him to go home, take out the textbooks, and start the sprint before the college entrance examination?

He scratched his head, and the little fire that surged in his heart was instantly extinguished by the sigh that followed. He exited the game hall and returned to the desktop. He skillfully opened the chat tool to log in to his account, and clicked on the group he was particularly interested in.

There are two people in the special list in the chat tool. Their avatars are a girl wearing a baseball cap and a Disney castle.

Um? Disney's castle?

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment and clicked on the friend information of Disney Castle. After seeing the familiar ID and account, he was sure that there was nothing weird in his special concern group. He just didn't know when the owner of this account changed his avatar. . This was quite strange. He clicked on the avatar and found that it was a photo. There was no real person in the photo. It only took a photo of the castle scenery with cherry blossoms. It looked quite poetic, and it was in line with the guy's melancholy character.

He opened the chat bar, entered something, scratched his head and didn't know what to say as a prelude, and finally just typed, "Are you there?"

After posting it, he felt stupid again, and regretted that he had harassed others when he had nothing to do. There must be a time difference between the United States and here, right? What time is it on the other side now? It is inconvenient for Fang to answer himself. After taking the time to answer himself, will he find that there is nothing important?

It's a pity that chat doesn't have a withdraw function. He thought that if the appeal suggestion was really effective, he would definitely propose a function to the chat software company that could withdraw comments, so that it would benefit a lot of people who rush to express their feelings and then send them out again. Regretful poor boys.

A few seconds after the chat was sent, Lu Mingfei was still thinking wildly when the words "Inputting." actually appeared next to the ID on the opposite side. He sat up straight and looked at the other party who replied almost instantly, " Here, what’s wrong?”

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