The Salted Fish Life of a Superman

Chapter 72 Bad news

This night, I don’t know if the food from the Blue Danube brought great energy. Meow played games all night, and woke up from sleep in the future, but Meow was still “fighting” vigorously.

(What does Meow play every day? Is it really that fun?) I’m really curious about the future. He doesn’t play games very much himself, so he doesn’t know what the fun is in playing games. Today, I happen to have a chance, so I just go to communicate with Meow. Reduce the generation gap.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the room, he heard voices coming from inside in the future.

"You handed over your flash to me!" Walking into the room, I saw Miaorou Huhu's fingers jumping rapidly on the keyboard, dazzled by the future, she stared at the screen intently, "This weapon must die."

Future looked over and asked, "Meow, what are you playing?"

"Yo, good morning." Meow glanced at the future and said, "I'm playing a game."

"I know it's a game, I said what kind of game is this?"

Meow said triumphantly: "This is a game we young people play, uncles like you don't understand~"

"You" almost pulled out the network cable in anger in the future, but thought that if you do this, Meow will kill him, so you can only forcefully laugh, "Oh, people are old at heart, I want to keep pace with the times."

In the game, Meow manipulated a character with a human body and a dog’s head, and said: "This game is called "The Tribe of Heroes", developed by Polar Bear Company, and it is the most popular MOBA game. MOBA is a multiplayer online tactical arena game. The goal of this game Just killing people, taking towers, pushing crystals, like this."

Meow quickly pressed a few keys on the keyboard, and the dog-headed character Biu she manipulated flashed forward, and hit the girl holding a bow and arrow with a mallet, and a kill prompt appeared on the screen.

Soon, a red ID appeared in the chat bar in the lower left corner, and a line of words: "AD status."

Meow typed in response: "2333."

Pay attention in the future, Meow's ID is "almost a useless meow"

Although Future couldn't understand what this game was playing, he vaguely felt that it was very powerful, and he said enthusiastically, "Let me play."

"Now, this is the master promotion competition. If I win this round, I will become the king." Meow was a little unwilling, but seeing the pleading eyes of the future, she still softened her heart, and said, "I will give you Just play around. Be careful where you move, the dog head is very stupid, and he is easy to be kited."

Future couldn’t understand a single word of the technical term Meow said, but he still pretended to understand it and agreed, then took over the mouse and keyboard, and began to operate clumsily.

After the opponent's hero went online, Future clicked the mouse, crossed the line of troops, and rushed directly into the enemy's defense tower.

Meow said with horror on his face: "Oh! You are more powerful than me. Quickly! Q him! Q him!!! I now have 20 floors of Q in 682 minutes, and he will die after hitting him a few times!"

Future fumbled on the keyboard for a long time before pressing Q frantically.

The dog's head roared angrily, and it swung the huge stick in its hand and smashed it on Xiaobing's body.

System prompt: Dementia Blow +6.

Meow suddenly screamed: "Q person! Q person! Don't Q pawn! Tap on the person opposite and then Q!"

It took a full three seconds in the future to find where the mouse was, and began to operate clumsily.

But the opponent player is very thieves, he keeps going around the tower, and releases skills while going around, and the skills are interspersed with level A, which quickly suppresses the blood volume of the dog's head

Pressing Q in the future, the dog's head roared again, and the giant stick hit the tower in a round circle.

System prompt: Defensive tower HP-200.

Meow has already collapsed: "Go! You are out of blood on the top of the tower! Hurry up and increase your blood! Hurry up! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Kite me! Ahhhhhhhh!"

Future was so dazed that his eyes couldn't see clearly, the dog hair in the game let out a scream, and the screen turned gray.

"Oops!!! You're going to blow me away! Get up and replace me!" Meow snatched the keyboard and mouse back.

At this time, a line of blue characters appeared on the lower right-Zizhuyou (King of Peace): Why not open up?
Meow scratched her head and started typing to throw away the pot—it was almost a useless meow (Desert Living God): The next road keeps asking me to go, how can I go?

Another line of blue characters appeared——Miao Miao Wei (pig-headed chief): This person has a problem with his mind.

Seeing that Miao kept typing and interacting with his teammates, Future realized that he was causing trouble. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Then you play first, I'm going to buy vegetables."

Meow took the time to wave her hand: "Bye bye, bring me a strawberry mousse back."

In the future, I will go out and get on the bus, and come to the mall to buy vegetables.

Before entering the door, he took out his wallet and took a look, feeling sad.

(I should have accepted the two diamond VIP cards yesterday, and I will eat the blue Danube every day from now on. What the hell did I do to push it back.) The little heart of the future is aching.

(Is it too late for me to ask for a card now) An evil thought appeared in Future's mind, but not long after the thought arose, a familiar voice interrupted his train of thought: "Future?"

Looking around in the future, why did you meet Teacher Mo again?It's really a narrow road.

I saw Mr. Mo slowly driving out of the underground parking garage. He was driving a cool Maybach sports car. He was wearing a hand-made top-level suit. His hair was meticulously combed with hairspray to give him a handsome look. He was wearing a silver Rolex watch. He put his left hand on the car window intentionally or unintentionally, and he could see the aura of a local tyrant at a glance, just looking at the future with a sneer.

Compared with the domineering Mr. Mo, the future is really rustic to the extreme, and the cheap casual clothes on his body are bought from some carpet for tens of dollars, because he just wants to buy some vegetables and has not combed his hair.

What's even more embarrassing is that the appearance of Mirai now taking out his wallet to count the money is full of philistinism, and his melancholy expression because of tight money reveals a deep sense of shabbiness.

Future smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Mo, what a coincidence, are you here to buy vegetables too?"

"Buying vegetables?" Mr. Mo seemed to have heard some joke, and said eccentrically, "I never buy vegetables, either the servants at home buy them, or the restaurant handles them. Future teacher, you should hire a servant anytime and buy them yourself Too many dishes are inconvenient.”

The sarcasm in Teacher Mo's words can no longer be explicit, but Future's face is as thick as ever, and he made up a casual way: "Oh, cooking is also a kind of fun, I call it enjoying life~"

Teacher Mo snorted coldly and said, "You haven't eaten yet, why don't you have a meal today? Our teacher and teacher also chat with each other to exchange daily work."

The future shook his head: "No, no, my family still has it."

"What else?" Teacher Mo was a little puzzled seeing that Future's words stopped in the middle.

(If you let Mr. Mo know about the cohabitation with Meow, it will be over.) Future calmly stabilized his mind and said, "I still have a cat at home~ I will cook for it later."

Teacher Mo said with disgust: "You let cats eat human food?"

"It's not that I can't afford cat food, haha."

"Forget it, love will come or not, we won't be working together for long anyway, you will die in the monthly exam next week, I really admire you for daring to make such a military order with the principal! I want to see how you scumbag class 14 will achieve 70% pass rate."

(???) Future asked confusedly: "Next week? What do you mean? Isn't the monthly exam once a month? Why does it start next week?"

Teacher Mo looked at the future with a mentally retarded eye: "You didn't join the job on the first day of the semester. The new semester started three weeks ago, and the monthly exam is of course next week."

"Fuck??!" Future nearly rolled his eyes and kicked his legs and kicked his legs to pass out, and cried out in despair, "I thought there was still a month left!"

"Then I'll say goodbye to you in advance!" Seeing the panic in the future, Mr. Mo was so proud of himself, he chuckled and said, "I heard that the pass rate of your class's assessment at the beginning of the semester is 20%, and after the next semester, the pass rate is [-]%. If you continue to decline in the test, it is useless for you to invite Confucius. Let me say, in this last week, you should give up resistance, you are finished."

Future stood there dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.

Seeing this, Teacher Mo's chin almost went up to the sky: "Look at my colleagues, you can come to me if you are unemployed. My family has a big business. It's no problem to arrange an extra job of sweeping the floor and doing chores for you. The salary will not be detrimental to you." , a monthly salary of 4000, including food and housing, isn’t that interesting? Ha, I’m waiting for your news, future ‘teacher’!”.

Teacher Mo deliberately emphasized the word "teacher", stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.

(End of this chapter)