I'm Really A Newcomer - #95 - Chapter 94 Decline

Jiang Mian spent the whole afternoon fighting against Qing Ping Le’s team members.

After all, Qing Ping Le and everyone are the top professional players, and they are not comparable to the rotten fish and shrimps that Jiang Mian encountered while sprinting to Pingming Pavilion these days.

These people’s understanding of combat is probably no better than Chen Xun’s.

Jiang Mian looked at the smiles on the faces of the people in front of him and felt that today was probably the happiest time since he came back, besides meeting his sister again.

Of course, except for Lu Zhiyu, who was hiding in the corner and doubting his life after a series of tragic defeats.

“Brother Fu, aren’t you overdoing the blow?” Zhou Ze said worriedly.

“Isn’t that how we came here too?”

Fu Yi glanced at Lu Zhiyu, who had no master.

“He must first think clearly whether it is “Dawn” that he loves, or whether he is the one who made the limelight through “Dawn”.”

“So what exactly is the answer?”

“Of course I love both of them,” Fu Yi said softly.

“If you don’t show off too much when you are young, it will be too late when you are old. Of course, Xiaoyu is not a fake person… He has crazy capital. This is self-confidence, not arrogance, and not complacency.”

“It’s better to be crazy, it’s better to be crazy.” Fu Yi said with emotion.

“We didn’t bring him to see Jiang Mian to make him feel inferior to this seemingly insurmountable mountain in front of him.”

“It’s about asking him to think about one thing and understand an attitude.”

“That’s why I see how charming Qingshan is, and I don’t expect Qingshan to be so charming when he sees me.”

Fu Yi turned to look at Jiang Mian, who had a smile on his lips.

“Don’t look at me, I admire him very much.” Jiang Mian said with a smile.

…

Even in summer, it should be dark after seven o’clock.

Six people walked out of an old restaurant in a deep alley that had been open for decades. As the host, Jiang Mian chose the hotel, but Fu Yi and others rushed to pay the bill.

Jiang Mian saw that Fu Yi was not short of money and agreed with him.

But if it weren’t for everyone’s conscientious reminders, the boss would have almost missed Zhang Wei’s order.

Although he doesn’t advocate it, Jiang Mianxin said that if Zhang Weizhen stopped playing games, he would be able to live a very nourishing life even if he just ate and drank along the way.

The alley was narrow, and the thick night was forced into a relatively vertical crack.

Pedicure shops, barber shops, optical shops, and traditional Chinese massage parlors are everywhere, and all kinds of square plaques are eye-catching and flashing surrounded by neon circles.

Rongcheng has developed rapidly in recent years, and even the counties under its jurisdiction have built high-rise buildings due to the intervention of real estate companies. Jiang Mian didn’t know how many years it would take for this alley to disappear from demolition, nor whether the word “walking through alleys” would completely become a cold word in the dictionary.

High-rise buildings are indeed getting taller and taller, but it seems that the human touch of neighbors has been lost in the cracks of the elevator.

The residents upstairs seemed to be hearing the passion of young people playing “Dawn” and exchanging insults with their teammates. He certainly didn’t expect that the six people destined to be engraved on the historical monument of “Dawn” were listening to his slightly monotonous scolding downstairs. Voice.

“It’s just the same sentence over and over again.” Zhou Ze shook his head and sighed.

“The attack power is really too low. The person opposite has a very rich vocabulary. I guess his mouth must have been in college.”

“He went to college, so your mouth must have passed the postgraduate entrance examination.” Zhao Zhihan and Zhou Ze choked each other.

…

A few people stood at the end of the alley, opposite the busy traffic of the big city.

Under the gorgeous city night view, the few lights and shadows deep in the alleys seem a bit insignificant.

A steady stream of vehicles whizzed past several people.

“Thank you for the special training today.” Fu Yi said gratefully to Jiang Mian.

“Then you have to take my share to win the championship.” Jiang Mian said softly.

“Will you come to the international competition at the end of the year?” Fu Yi said hesitantly.

Jiang Mian shook his head gently.

“I’m not sure, but if I get the chance I’ll definitely come.”

“Then let’s leave now. The flight leaves at eleven o’clock in the evening.” Fu Yi said and looked at the team members gathered around him, but he unexpectedly found that there were only four of them including himself.

Zhang Wei was also there, but Lu Zhiyu was missing.

“Where’s Xiaoyu?”

“He’s over there.” Zhou Ze pointed to the alley where he came from.

Fu Yi turned back sharply.

Lu Zhiyu was buried in the shadows of the alley, with only the neon circle on the plaque faintly illuminating the outline of his face.

Jiang Mian stared at the dimly lit area of ​​the alley.

There is no beauty.

The small shop for rent at the corner of the alley had not opened its white rolling shutter door for an unknown period of time. Various small advertisements with phone numbers were cross-posted on the door.

The air conditioner motor roared on the mottled red brick wall next door, but Jiang Mian gradually couldn’t hear the slightly noisy sound…even if there was the hustle and bustle of this vast city behind him.

Fu Yi’s mouth opened wide, as if calling the boy.

Lu Zhiyu approached the large army, and Jiang Mian realized that this darkness was composed of shadows in the alleys, which were countless shadowy figures.

Standing in the dark shadow was an old man with a clear face and an out-of-place appearance.

His hands were very rough, and he looked like an old farmer who had been working in the fields all year round…but he had a pair of sharp and melancholy eyes.

When I looked back, there was no sign of the old man. The noise of Rongcheng came from all directions like a tide.

In a daze, Jiang Mian said a brief goodbye to the Qingpingle team members, and Jiang Mian walked alone under the shadow of heavy street lights.

“Who could you be…” Jiang Mian said softly.

“Can I…can fulfill your wish…”