Chapter 1567: The Great Loneliness Technique (1/97)

Huaguo Water Curtain Group.

Today, Jiang Xiaoche is working overtime again because it is close to the time to get off work.

Jiang Xiaoche was summoned by Grandpa Sun.

On the desk of the grandpa were various snacks and popcorns of different flavors, and he even hired a dessert chef to make desserts on the spot.

This scene made Jiang Xiaoche feel familiar.

He subconsciously glanced at the time, and was confused by Grandpa Sun's behavior.

This time is not the time of the World Cup.

It is not the time of the King's League S99 Global Summary Game.

It is not the time of the TV series and variety shows that Grandpa Sun likes to watch.

The recent popular variety show "Brothers Making Trouble" is Grandpa Sun's favorite.

Grandpa Sun is a fashionable old man. In order to keep up with the pace of young people and further understand the market of young people, he never resists to learn about new things.

However, this scene in front of him is rare.

"Xiao Che, come and sit down. I'm just worried that no one will watch the game with me." Grandpa Sun called out.

Grandpa Sun fiddled with the magic ball on the table, and the three-dimensional holographic picture in the void was immediately displayed.

"This is..." Jiang Xiaoche looked at the scene with a little hesitation.

Because of the scene in front of him, he instantly noticed a familiar person.

That pretty boy named Wang Ling...

"This is the live broadcast of the game when Wang Ling went to Sun Island as an exchange student." Grandpa Sun said.

Jiang Xiaoche was a little confused: "But I remember that Wang Ling didn't participate in a closed-door game..."

Because of the business connection with Sun Island, Jiang Xiaoche actually had a certain degree of understanding of the things on Sun Island.

The 2 billion order from Sakai Fengnen was previously found by Sun Rong and asked to coordinate and sign.

"So I also spent a certain price." Grandpa Sun said.

"The price?"

"Isn't this organizer the Sun Island Ten Thousand Schools Alliance? I promised to be the title investor for a subsequent large-scale competition, so I pulled this video."

"..."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoche felt a little sour in his heart.

"But Master, I still don't know why you called me here..."

"No buts. Chatting with me is also your duty as Secretary General."

"Master, I have to be with my partner today..."

"Don't give me that. In front of me, you still want to pretend that you have a girlfriend. You may have many female companions, but to this day, you are still a lonely old man. Don't think I don't know."

"..."

These words were like a whip, deeply whipping Jiang Xiaoche's heart, making him stunned on the spot.

Grandpa Sun said: "Sit down, this time I came to you, just to watch the game with you, and then chat casually. I think you have always misunderstood classmate Wang Ling."

"..."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoche was stunned for a moment.

He thought that what he did would not be known by others.

But he never thought that he could not escape the old man's eyes after all.

The old man Sun in front of him was the one who hid the most.

"Sit down, Xiao Che." Old man Sun smiled kindly.

"Okay..."

The kind light in his eyes was like a spring breeze, which made Jiang Xiaoche unable to refuse, and at the same time he felt ashamed.

He did not dare to look directly into the eyes of old man Sun.

He just sat on the side.

As he watched, Jiang Xiaoche found that this game seemed a little different from what he imagined.

Why did the local student on Sun Island keep slapping himself...

...

At the same time, Wang Ling's battle with Mi Cang Weiming continued.

To be honest, Mi Cang Weiming was resistant to the matter of match-fixing at first.

However, the conditions offered by Ueki Junshan were too good.

It has always been his dream to study abroad. He had excellent grades in Sangtian High School and received a lot of scholarships every year. However, it is not realistic to achieve the goal of studying abroad with only these insignificant scholarships.

And the most important thing is that the school only has a few places for overseas study every year, which can be counted on one's fingers.

It is said that the best students will be selected to go abroad.

However, once it is actually implemented, these places are destined to be reserved for those with connections.

Mi Cang Weiming has no background or power, and no financial resources. It is a foolish dream to get this place.

So Mi Cang Weiming has made plans long ago.

He knows that playing a fake game... is actually a shameful thing, but he is still willing to do it.

Because he is nothing now.

The only thing he can do is to endure it for the time being and become someone else's pawn.

As long as he can get through this day and wait until the day when he can officially breathe the free air of Mi Xiu Country, everything will be worth it.

And what he has to do is to endure it.

Playing a fake game, it must be fake...

Wang Ling watched Mi Cang Weiming slap his face again and again, and his thoughts were somewhat inexplicably complicated.

The Wang family, like them, are just ordinary people. However, Wang Ling has been educated by his parents since he was a child, and he knows how to be content better than anyone else.

Wang Ling has never thought about studying abroad.

Because the moon is the same in the world, even if you go abroad, the moon may not be rounder.

However, his thinking does not mean that others have the same idea as him.

Mikura Weiming wants to "rise", wants to obtain better resources, and use his own efforts to make his family live a better life.

This itself is actually not wrong.

"Why did that person hit me?" Zhou Ziyi was puzzled in front of the TV.

"It should be that he has an agreement with a certain party and wants to drag my apprentice into the water by playing a fake game." Zhuo Yi picked up a pepper and salt pork strips and put it in Jiugong Liangzi's bowl.

This scene made Jiugong Liangzi feel better, but she saw Zhuo Yi picked up another one and put it in Zhou Ziyi's bowl.

Jiu Gong Liangzi: "..."

"The form of judging fake matches on the Sun Island is very simple. The first is to judge by basic combat power, and the second is to judge the overall performance of the whole game based on the combat power. As long as the party with higher combat power is suspected of letting the water, it is easy to be judged as a fake match. Then both sides will be disqualified."

"Wouldn't it be very dangerous for classmate Wang Ling?" Zhou Ziyi stared at the screen intently.

To be honest, if he encountered such a situation, he would definitely not know what to do.

He wanted to see how Wang Ling handled it.

Wang Ling saw Mi Cang Weiming slapping himself again and again, leaving five interlaced finger marks on his originally thin face.

He was very heavy-handed, no worse than Sakai Kazuya before.

These slaps on the face actually used internal strength. Mi Cang Weiming was deliberately injuring himself.

But Wang Ling could actually see it.

Mi Cang Weiming didn't want to do that.

While he was slapping himself, tears couldn't stop rolling down his eyes.

It was silent tears.

Not because of pain.

The moment Wang Ling faced Mikura Weiming, he already knew everything.

Ueki Junshan asked Mikura Weiming to make him as injured as possible, and then fall to the ground and pretend to be dead... deliberately let Wang Ling win, so as to make a match-fixing judgment.

In other words, there are many ways to judge a match-fixing.

But Mikura Weiming chose one.

A way that does not hurt people.

Because the final result is the same, he only needs to achieve the purpose of the match-fixing.

Although he knew that it was extremely unfair to Wang Ling that he chose to study abroad in this way.

Even if Wang Ling was not hurt, Wang Ling would be accused of playing a bad reputation for match-fixing.

Mikura Weiming could not think of any way to compensate...

so he could only use this method.

For so many years...

He has survived like this.

He was powerless and drifted on this small island of cultivation just to give his family a better life.

While slapping himself.

Shame, resistance and the strong loneliness of fighting alone suddenly surged into his heart.

Mi Cang Weiming couldn't stop crying.

At this moment, he saw Wang Ling walking slowly forward with his hands in his trouser pockets, approaching him slowly.

"No... Don't get close to me! Hou Lang-san!"

Mi Cang Weiming's face was so swollen that he couldn't speak.

But he was roaring in his heart.

He thought no one could understand his helplessness and loneliness.

However, in fact, when Wang Ling gradually approached him and looked at him with his eyes.

In just a moment, Mi Cang Weiming suddenly felt a blank in his brain and fell into blackout.

"This... What is this..."

At this moment, an empty universe emerged in Mi Cang Weiming's mind.

In the boundless universe, there was not even a star, and he saw Wang Ling's lonely figure.

Mi Cang Weiming's heart was instantly touched.

He couldn't imagine the picture that appeared in his mind.

He thought he was already the loneliest person in the world.

But he never expected that the boy standing in front of him felt much more lonely than himself...

The helpless, lonely and desolate emotions spread like a reptile, and suddenly made Mi Cang Weiming's brain fall into a blank.

Others could not judge what happened at all...

Mi Cang Weiming's body softened and fell forward.

Wang Ling carefully caught his body and slowly laid him flat on the ground.

The move just now was called "The Great Loneliness Technique"...

It was also one of the gentler spells among Wang Ling's current Tiandao spells.

There were no side effects.

The person who was hit by the spell would feel Wang Ling's one billionth of loneliness... and then gradually stop thinking under the impact of this loneliness.

So, Mi Cang Weiming closed his eyes without any surprise.

Wang Ling stared at the boy on the ground, and there was no expression on his face.

Before leaving, he cast a ray of spiritual light on Mi Cang Weiming's face.

The bloated face that was almost deformed by Mikura Weiming's own beating instantly returned to normal.