"No!" Chen Xiaolong shook his head. He would rather believe that Zhou Chen can tell fortunes than believe that Zhou Chen is a time traveler. Metaphysics and mythology are two different things. Zhou Chen had added the player who taught him to play Fantasy Westward Journey in the internet cafe before. His game name is The Number One Humble Swordsman. There is a flashing message from a friend on the game interface. Clicking on the message, it is exactly a message from the Humble Swordsman: "Dude, I haven't seen you in the internet cafe for a long time!" Zhou Chen replied: "I came to Jiangzhou to go to school!" The Humble Swordsman: "A college student?"The Humble Swordsman: "My younger sister broke her leg. I have sold all my game equipment. Now I still need a little more money to have the operation. I have borrowed all that I can borrow. I am really desperate!"
Chen Xiaolong caught a glimpse of the chat record between Zhou Chen and the Humble Swordsman and immediately said, "Brother Chen, don't believe it. This is obviously false. His sister is about to have an operation. How can he still be in the mood to surf the Internet?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Chen typed and replied to the Humble Swordsman, "Is one hundred yuan enough?"
The Humble Swordsman: "Not enough, but I only dare to borrow this much from you. You are not very old either. One hundred yuan should be your limit!"
Zhou Chen asked again, "How much is still lacking?"
The Humble Swordsman: "Five hundred..."
"Brother Chen, you can't really be thinking of lending it to him, can you? Five hundred yuan is equivalent to the monthly salary of an ordinary person!"
Chen Xiaolong began to get anxious and reached out to turn off Zhou Chen's computer.
Zhou Chen slapped away Chen Xiaolong's hand and said calmly, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. In case something happens to his sister just because these five hundred yuan are not enough, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life..."
Chen Xiaolong said loudly, "Are you very familiar with him? There are so many pitiful people in the world. Can you help them all? Do you really think that with a little money, you are a philanthropist?"
Zhou Chen knew that Chen Xiaolong was doing it for his own good, he was just worried that he would be deceived. But I have had contact with cheap knights before. Based on my experience of reading people in my two lifetimes, cheap knights don't look like liars. Zhou Chen patted Chen Xiaolong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Five hundred yuan is not much, just buy it for peace of mind!" "Whatever you want!" Seeing that Zhou Chen was determined to have his own way, Chen Xiaolong was too lazy to continue persuading him. Zhou Chen took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Brother Meng, the owner of the Internet cafe. "Which..." Brother Meng is posting on the forum selling dragon slaying. Now the price of dragon slaying has reached 130,000, and he is in a very good mood. "Brother Meng, I am Zhou Chen..." "Zhou Chen?" Hearing Zhou Chen's voice, the cigarette in Brother Meng's mouth fell on his crotch. Why did Zhou Chen suddenly contact him?
Did he regret it after seeing the price of dragon slaying exposed on the forum? Oh shit… There is no regret medicine in the world. If he dares to come to your door, give him some advice yourself. But thinking that he had washed his hands in a golden basin and thinking of his pregnant wife, he was hesitant. If it doesn't work, give him some points! "Brother Meng, can you lend me five hundred yuan? I will go to the bank to transfer the money to you tomorrow!" Passbook transfers can only be processed at the counter. The bank had already closed at this time, so he could only find Brother Meng in the Internet cafe. "That's it. Come to the Internet cafe and I'll give it to you right away. You don't have to pay it back..." Brother Meng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Five hundred yuan is not small money, but he is about to earn 50,000 yuan by slaying dragons, so five hundred yuan is a small thing. Zhou Chen tilted his head and clamped the phone on his shoulder, typing to ask the base knight what phone number he was on. "I'm in machine number 8 on the first floor!" The mean knight replied immediately. Zhou Chen told Wang Meng about the cheap knight. Hearing that his customer's sister had injured her leg, Wang Meng said cheerfully: "Brother Zhou Chen, you are a good person. Let's do this. I will give him another five hundred in my own name..." "Then thank you Brother Meng..." Zhou Chen glanced at Brother Meng a few times. Of course, he didn't know that his dragon-slaying weapon had been sold to a sky-high price of 130,000 yuan. Wang Meng hung up the phone and went to get the money from the cabinet in his bedroom. Wu Qiang, who was sitting on machine No. 8, stared blankly at the chat box between himself and Zhou Chen.
He just asked Zhou Chen for a loan with a try-it attitude.
Unexpectedly, this stranger who had only met once was really willing to lend him money.
His sister is saved...
Wang Meng came behind Wu Qiang with a thousand yuan. He patted him on the shoulder and put five hundred of them on the table. "This is five hundred yuan that Zhou Chen asked me to give you..."
Wu Qiang quickly got up, took the money and bowed to express his thanks. "Thank you, Brother Meng!"
Wang Meng then handed over another five hundred. "This is from me. I hope your sister's operation will be successful!"
Wu Qiang was completely stunned.
He never expected that Brother Meng would also lend him money.
Tears couldn't stop flowing down. He bowed again and said, "Thank you, Brother Meng. Thank you, Brother Meng!"
Wang Meng turned around gracefully and waved his hand. "Go and take care of your sister quickly. I hope when you come to surf the Internet next time, you can bring good news!"
With tears in his eyes, Wu Qiang left the internet cafe without even turning off his computer.
Wang Meng returned to his seat.
The cell phone on the table rang again. It was the call from the Guild Master of Troubled Times. "President..." Wang Meng was instantly nervous. According to gossip, the president of the Troubled Times Guild is a second-generation rich man from Jiangzhou, with a personal net worth of nearly 10 million. "Xiaoyao, I'll take your slaying dragon for 150,000 yuan!" "Ten... one hundred and fifty thousand?" Wang Meng's eyes twitched fiercely. 130,000 is already my ideal price, will you still be willing to pay 150,000? "What? Too little?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little colder. "No...no, president, where are you? I'll come over and trade with you right away!"
The next day.
Tang Wan got up early and washed up.
She came to her elder brother's room next door and knocked on the door.
But there was no movement in the room.
Tang Wan puffed up her cheeks and said, "Stinky pig. You must have played all night again!"
She didn't know what magic the Legend game had.
Her elder brother often plays all night long.
As an adult, he is really not reassuring at all.
...
Chen Xiaolong took Huang Qiqi to the University of Electronic Science and Technology of China.
Zhou Chen and Gu Qingyu took a taxi to Jiangzhou University.
Both of them were sitting in the back row. Gu Qingyu looked a little nervous and her face was slightly flushed.
Since Zhou Chen risked his life to save her, she often dreams about this boy.
Liu Siying even refused such an excellent boy. I don't know what she was thinking.
An hour later.
The taxi stopped at the school gate of Jiangzhou University.
Gu Qingyu had a large woven bag and a suitcase.
The wheels of the suitcase were gone.
With the intention of helping others, Zhou Chen said, "Take my suitcase. I'll carry your suitcase for you!"
"No... no need... I can do it!"
Gu Qingyu lifted the suitcase with both hands. Every step was very difficult.
Zhou Chen shook his head, snatched the suitcase from her hand and left his own suitcase where it was.
Gu Qingyu blushed deeply and had to follow with Zhou Chen's suitcase in tow.
Just as the two of them had just walked into the school gate, Tang Wan also got off a taxi.
"Wanwan, what a coincidence..."
Liu Siying got out of a car behind.
She was wearing a peaked cap and a large pair of sunglasses on her face. She was wearing a pure white short-sleeved shirt and ultra-short shorts. Her long and straight legs exuded a charming luster under the sunlight. Liu Siying's appearance attracted a lot of attention. Both freshmen and senior seniors looked at this extremely beautiful big beauty with fiery eyes. And Liu Siying also raised her chin confidently. "It is quite a coincidence..." Tang Wan just gave a faint smile, and then dragged her suitcase and walked towards the school gate. Liu Siying quickly followed and walked side by side with Tang Wan. Remembering the gossip that Zheng Fei told her last night, she teased with a smile: "Wanwan, how long have you been with that man?"