"Your fat sausage doesn't taste authentic at all!"

Liu Weiyi, with messy hair, sat at the table, crossed Erlang's legs, twisted disposable chopsticks in his hands, and gently picked the noodles in the bowl.

"Is this preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

Zhao Kuo, who was beside him, seemed to be following Liu Weiyi as well. He gently scooped up the porridge in the paper bowl with the plastic spoon in his hand, and then poured it down high, splashing the rice soup on the table.

"I think it's more appropriate to call it preserved egg ham and sausage porridge!"

"Be content!"

I turned on the power button of my laptop, turned my head to look at them,

"I'll tell you, my potato beef today is full of pork?"

"The trust between people, tsk tsk, is really worrying!"

Liu Weiwei put down the wooden chopsticks and looked at the so-called fat intestine noodles in the bowl, but he had no appetite at all.

"This is also something that can't be helped. In this era when people all over the country are 'looking at money and looking at thick', integrity and credibility have already collapsed."

I replied with a chuckle.

"But it doesn't matter, the collapse of one generation will always be rebuilt by the next generation."

While drinking gruel, Zhao Kuo said vaguely,

"Otherwise, why should we leave a mark on history?"

I really didn't expect that he would say such a thing in a giant mansion that has only games in his mind all day long.

But what he said is not bad. Those who were once considered to be the beat generation are rising rapidly, and tell the world with the actual situation that what is peeling off is just the outer layer wrapped in gold.

"We're the rebuilding generation," I said with a half-joking grin.

"I can not!"

Liu Weiwei shook his head,

"I have been educated on greed since I was a child. Only an unsatisfied heart can generate a steady stream of motivation."

His words left me a little unsure of how to respond.

But it is also understandable that his family background gave him no choice.

Zhao Kuo had been drinking porridge all the time, and then he just kept talking.

He only ate two bites of the fat intestine noodles I brought to Liu Weiwei, and then threw it away because he disliked the taste as being too impure.

Some people don't quite understand what kind of pure method his so-called pure is, but his waste makes me spit out.

Jiang Tao came back shortly after. His nose seemed to have good olfactory ability. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled the faint smell of fat intestines.

He couldn't help but asked softly,

"Have you eaten fat sausage powder?"

"Fat intestine noodles!"

Liu Weiwei was lying on the bed, fiddling with his mobile phone,

"Shen Le brought it, the taste is super impure."

"The school cafeteria is like this. Kung Pao Chicken is full of peanuts."

Jiang Tao rarely responded to Liu Weiyi and said a joke.

I couldn't help turning my head, and looked at Jiang Tao in surprise.

He was taking off his headphones at this time, but the smile on his face indicated that he was in a good mood now.

"You laugh so happily, is... what happened?"

In fact, I wanted to say, "Did you find money?", but in the end I stopped because I felt that Jiang Tao was not suitable for such a joke.

"It's nothing special!"

The smile on Jiang Tao's face became even stronger.

"Is it that obvious?"

Seeing his appearance and the answer he added at the end, it seems that he has really encountered something very good.

"Damn it, this guy is definitely cheating, I'm going to hammer him!"

At this moment, lying on the bed, Zhao Kuo, who was watching the live broadcast with the quilt on his upper body, couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Shen Le, come here, this guy definitely opened the perspective."

Zhao Kuo, who was lying on the bed, stretched out half of his body and shouted at me with his phone in hand.

"Open and hang up!"

I didn't look back, and my tone seemed very indifferent.

After all, I play games purely for entertainment, who cares if he can hang up or not.

"What do you mean by 'open and hang up'? Think about it, when you are playing games, you are playing with your strength, but you are eliminated by a person whose technical operation is not as good as yours. Do you feel angry?"

Hearing Zhao Kuo angrily say such a long sentence, I couldn't help but stop the movement in my hand, put down the mouse and turned around,

"No!" I shrugged slightly.

Regarding my lack of oil and salt, Zhao Kuo said that it is difficult to understand,

"If I was eliminated by the person who cheated, I would be very angry and wish I could drag the person who cheated out and beat him to the point where he couldn't take care of himself."

Zhao Kuo's violent declaration made me laugh.

"Anyway, I firmly believe that there are no shortcuts in life, and the same is true of games. Plugins may make you feel refreshed for a while, but after refreshing, there is endless emptiness."

"It's like finishing the plane!"

Liu Weiyi, who was playing with his mobile phone, suddenly interrupted with a smile,

"Before the fight, there were all kinds of entanglements, but during the process, there was a look of enjoyment. After the fight, there was regret and emptiness."

I was really speechless. The topic that was quite serious was brought a wave of rhythm by Liu Weiwei, so the content of the exchange also slipped into the abyss of boredom.

It seems that Zhao Kuo knows a lot about this game house, and he can chat with Liu Weiwei in full swing even when he is jerking off.

Jiang Tao and I were basically silent.

Liu Weiwei and Zhao Kuo chatted more and more vigorously, and finally the topic continued to expand and upgrade.

From the first wet dream, to the transition from "Cangshan has a well named empty, and Songhai has an island named Feng", it vividly shows the whole process of contemporary young people from physiological development to physiological maturity.

As I was concentrating on drawing, I suddenly couldn't help thinking of the words of my dear friend Wu Lingfeng,

"I feel desolate when I look at the yellow color!"

So, I couldn't help but open my mouth and interjected,

"Lao Zhao, it's time for you to find a girlfriend, really."

"You think I don't want to!" Zhao Kuo gave me a blank eye speechlessly, "But I also want others to look up to me."

"No car, no house, your parents are still alive, who cares about you!"

Liu Weiwei, who was on the side, turned around on the bed and couldn't help but teased Zhao Kuo.

Zhao Kuo's character is very outgoing. He was teased by Liu Weiyi like this, and he didn't feel angry, but he was very annoyed and rolled around with the quilt.

"Can't you find a girlfriend without a car and a house?"

"Haha, yes, but you have to go to elementary school or even kindergarten to make reservations. After all, these girls of the same age as you are basically booked by your father's generation."

I can't even listen to these two eloquent guys.

Looking at the time, it was almost two o'clock, so I turned off the computer and got into bed to take a nap for an hour.

In the afternoon, I have to go to Xia Xiaoman's dormitory to move books, and then I have to take elective courses with my sister in the evening.

Although there are a lot of things to do, I feel that every day is very fulfilling.

Lying on the bed, I exhaled softly, thinking of my sister's appearance in my mind, and fell asleep peacefully.