Under One: Play as Qiao Feng at the beginning

"Jia Zhengliang from Jiajia Village in the west."

Jia Zhengliang clasped his fists and declared himself his family.

"Beggar Joe"

Qiao Feng followed his example and introduced himself with clasped fists, but before he finished speaking, Jia Zhengliang's cell phone rang:
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure."

This ringtone is enough.

"Wait a minute, take a call first."

Jia Zhengliang raised his hand to interrupt Qiao Feng, and started talking with his mobile phone:

"Mom, I'm eating, I'm taking calcium tablets, I'm taking vitamins, don't forget, I didn't stay up late last night, I went to bed after watching Kazakh TV, and I washed my feet."

As soon as Jia Zhengliang picked up the phone, he chattered endlessly, walked away while talking, walked back when he was far away, and turned back again when he was in front of Qiao Feng.

Out of the most basic politeness, Qiao Feng could only wait patiently for him to finish the call.

Jia Zhengliang spoke in a dialect, and for Qiao Feng, who was used to Mandarin, it was really hard to understand the obscure words mixed in, but he probably knew that it was the boy's mother who called.

As for the content, I was concerned about whether he had eaten, whether he had taken nutritional supplements, whether he stayed up late, and whether he was disobedient.

After waiting for half an hour, it can be called the longest match since the beginning of Luo Tian Dajiao, and neither side of the match has made a move yet.

Jia Zhengliang held the mobile phone, not intending to end the call at all.

Someone in the auditorium was already impatiently waiting, and loudly urged the two to start quickly.

Qiao Feng was also very anxious, but there was nothing he could do. After all, Jia Zhengliang's mother was on the other end of the phone, and it was right for her to care about her son, so he could only wait patiently, as a way of respecting his elders.

After a while, Jia Zhengliang walked back and forth for countless times, talking endlessly with his mobile phone.

Qiao Feng was really bored, so he simply squatted down, picked up a straw stick and started scribbling on the ground.

"Your uncle's, is it over yet? The big man can't even make a phone call. How about explaining the funeral?"

The audience is really impatient to wait any longer, no one is blind, it can be seen that the responsibility lies with Jia Zhengliang.

A white-haired beauty stood beside the railing of the auditorium and cursed loudly.

Qiao Feng looked up.

Hey, isn't this the hot girl Feng Shayan?
Jia Zhengliang just glanced at Feng Shayan, and then continued to make his own phone call.

Feng Shayan belongs to the kind of girl with a bad temper. Seeing that Jia Zhengliang didn't talk to her at this moment, she immediately became angry.

Immediately, a fist pierced through the air, unbiased and unbiased, and hit Jia Zhengliang's hand holding the mobile phone.

Feng Shayan's ability is time travel, that is, she can instantly travel to any place within a certain range, including any part of her body.

The punch she punched was firstly to retaliate against Jia Zhengliang for ignoring her, and secondly, it was also to vent her anger.

Feng Shayan, who has a fiery temper and is swift and resolute in everything she does, how could she not be angry when she saw Jia Zhengliang with such ink stains.

Jia Zhengliang didn't expect Feng Shayan to make a move at all. After being punched, the phone flew out of his hand and flew towards Qiao Feng not far away.

Qiao Feng was squatting on the ground and writing from memory a text he had memorized in middle school, and he was only two sentences away.

Suddenly hearing the sound of wind coming through the air, Qiao Feng subconsciously looked up, and then a mobile phone shot his face.

Qiao Feng was taken aback by the shock, and after a moment of stupefaction, he took the phone off his face, and saw that the screen was shattered.

What the hell, it hurts the fish in the pond.

Jia Zhengliang didn't care who hit him, and rushed towards Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng thought he was about to attack, so he immediately stood up and assumed a defensive posture.

Jia Zhengliang slammed into Qiao Feng's arms like a fly without a head, snatched the phone from him, took a big look, and immediately put on a mournful face:
"It's over, it's over, this mother has to worry again, I can't get through the phone."

Qiao Feng looked at the bewildered Jia Zhengliang speechlessly.

I have long heard that this kid is a baby boy, and that it is better to meet him than to be famous, which is a bit too exaggerated.

He even had some doubts that this Jia Zhengliang might not be weaned yet.

"Brother, can you borrow some money from your mobile phone?"

Jia Zhengliang said to Qiao Feng holding the mobile phone that was no longer working.

"what?"

Qiao Feng didn't react.

"Brother, Erdi's phone is broken. If you don't tell E's mother clearly, it will be a bad thing. She must be more careful, and it will be over when she returns home."

Jia Zhengliang stomped his feet and begged Qiao Feng to lend him his mobile phone.

"Uh."

Qiao Feng really couldn't refuse, so he took out the phone from his pocket and handed it over.

Jia Zhengliang took the phone as if he had picked up a treasure, and immediately became elated, completely ignoring the red fist mark on his face.

"Hey, Mom, don't worry about it, please don't charge your mobile phone, let me borrow your mobile phone to call you, don't worry about it, it's okay."

Jia Zhengliang took the phone and started walking around again.

"Qiao Feng, are you an idiot? You even lent him your phone and don't want to compete anymore?"

Cursing at Qiao Feng came from the auditorium again.

Qiao Feng sighed, feeling that it was too difficult for him.

Four or ten minutes later, Jia Zhengliang finally came back with his mobile phone.

The audience in the auditorium had gone two-thirds of the way to show their indignation.

"Brother, thank you, I'll give you a cell phone."

Jia Zhengliang kept thanking him, and handed Qiao Feng's cell phone with both hands.

"Shall we begin?"

Qiao Feng put the phone back into his pocket, and asked Jia Zhengliang uncertainly.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Jia Zhengliang stood up straight as he spoke, and his expression became serious as if he was a different person immediately:

"Brother, let's put the ugly words up front. Although you lent me your phone, I will never show mercy to you because of this."

"Of course."

Qiao Feng nodded.

"Let's not waste any more time, let's get started."

Jia Zhengliang said again.

Qiao Feng was speechless for a moment.

Brother, have you been wasting time all this time?If you don't call, you don't even know where the game is going.

"Don't gossip, take the knife."

As Jia Zhengliang said, he took out three throwing knives from behind and threw them into the air.

Then the three throwing knives shot towards Qiao Feng as if they had eyes.

Is this the Imperial Art of Jiajia Village in the west?

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up. He had watched Jia Zhengliang's previous matches, but he had never done it himself. Instead, he used the real qi in his body to manipulate objects to attack the target.

Most of the time, Jia Zhengliang had used six throwing knives, and Qiao Feng really wanted to try what it was like to fight against objects.

"Come on, I'm least afraid of knives."

Qiao Feng said as he turned his head to avoid the knife rushing in front.

Then the other two knives flew towards his eyes.