Sparrow God Reborn

The rainy season is particularly long.

The night rain dilutes the heat, and in the morning, the sun has not yet risen, and the air is particularly fresh.

Hao Meng went to the club with pancakes and soy milk in her mouth, and went up to the second floor. In the lobby, she saw Mrs. Zheng sitting at the table, writing something, and Fang Dahai sitting next to him, playing Tetris with her mobile phone.

"Wake up so early?" Hao Meng was a little surprised, and looked at Mrs. Zheng's writing: "Hey, I haven't finished my summer homework yet."

Mrs. Zheng is writing hard, and it seems that most of "Summer Vacation Life" is still unfinished.

"They have to check their homework when they start school," Fang Dahai said, "Boss Zheng asked me to supervise this kid's homework. Don't disturb him and get distracted. Let's go."

Hao Meng didn't want to watch the elementary school students do their homework at all, and was about to leave when Mrs. Zheng stopped writing, and suddenly raised her head and said, "You don't have to teach me for these two months."

"Huh?" Hao Meng's half pancake was still in his mouth.

"Yan Daxian promised to have time to guide Mrs. Zheng for two rounds later," Fang Dahai explained, "I said you have to compete soon, so don't waste time." He sighed: "Yan Daxian is quite thoughtful. .”

Hao Meng didn't feel happy at all, he looked at Mrs Zheng: "You agreed?"

"Otherwise?" Mrs. Zheng answered as a matter of course: "He is the bird god, and the bird god came to guide me for two rounds, which is much more beneficial than you giving me two months of lessons." Are you rejecting Sparrow God's guidance?"

I'm a sparrow too, okay?Hao Meng's self-confidence was greatly hit.Looking at Fang Dahai again, he also had a deeply appreciative look on his face.

He comforted himself that this was the eyesight of a mortal, and angrily gulped down a big gulp of soy milk, which was so hard that his throat was almost scalded.

"Brother, good morning!" Ying Xiuxiu came out, greeted Hao Meng, and said: "Brother Yan has arrived, waiting for you in the last training room." After finishing speaking, she said enviously: "If you have any important experience, be sure to share it with us."

Hao Meng suddenly felt that the delicious pancakes were tasteless.

Walking to the training room with heavy steps, he stood at the door, not wanting to go in for a long time.

Ever since he knew that Yan Ze was the young man from a rich family whom he had helped save the beauty, Hao Meng had a feeling that he couldn't look directly at him.

What kind of evil fate is this!

After struggling for a long time, he mustered up the courage to push open the door.

Yan Ze was sitting on the sofa reading a book. There were still a pile of documents and blank papers on the table. He didn't know what to do. When he saw him coming in, he said naturally, "Good morning." He asked strangely, "Did you sleep well last night?" How are you doing?"

Hao Meng: ...

Digging out the old things from 15 years ago, carefully recalling the details and chewing repeatedly, it is no wonder that I slept well.

"Hotel beds are uncomfortable," he said.

Yan Ze nodded: "The third floor is a private bedroom, and Yan Yang has never used it. If you don't mind it, you can move in, at least it's better than a hotel."

Hao Meng: "Thank you, don't worry about it."

Yan Ze didn't force him, but just casually picked up two books on the table and gave them to him, saying: "Start reading these two books today, and it's best to read them well until you can memorize them. After you've mastered these two books, you can train Next step."

Hao Meng was taken aback for a moment, thinking, is this some kind of secret formula?Did Yan Ze just give it to him so casually?It's really generous, maybe this is tolerance... He picked up the book to read as he thought about it, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

""Basic Mahjong" and "Competitive Mahjong Competition Rules"?"

Is Yanze joking?

He said, "Brother Yan, Great Immortal Yan? Are you kidding me for letting me read these two books?"

Yan Ze stared at him calmly, and said: "Yan Yang asked you, this is your first time participating in a competitive mahjong competition. You probably haven't understood the rules of the game before, and you are familiar with the rules of the game. What's wrong?"

Hao Meng was at a loss for words, Yan Ze looked serious, Hao Meng scolded this person for being so insidious, and almost got caught, so she said, "Of course it's my first time participating in the competition, so it's fine to be familiar with the rules, but there's no need to memorize them all. I'm not an exam? And have you ever seen a student memorize the "Student Handbook" for an exam? Is this related to the content of the competition?"

"Do you think it's boring to memorize this?"

Hao Meng didn't answer, thinking nonsense!

"Familiarity with the rules is just the basics. What are the functions of the rules during the competition?" Yan Ze asked.

"Obey, you won't be sent out." Hao Meng replied.

Yan Ze smiled, and Hao Meng felt that his smile was very playful, as if what he said was childish.

"Rules can be followed or broken," Yan Ze's smile was still refreshing, which made him look like a sincere boy, but his words were not so sincere, he said: "When necessary , can also be used to play with."

"Playing with the rules can help control the field, and exploiting loopholes in the rules will make the game easier. But from the perspective of pursuing the outcome of the game, memorizing the "Rules of Competitive Mahjong Competition" is more practical than practicing useless skills." Yan Ze Looking at Hao Meng: "Don't underestimate it."

Hao Meng was a little speechless, it was the first time he had heard such an argument.

To be honest, he had never read "Rules of Competitive Mahjong Competition" carefully. At the beginning, in order to raise money for Mao Yihu's surgery, he entered the game of Sparrows, eager for success, and didn't have much time to understand the rules. For him, it was also a waste of time.Jiang Hua forced him to read those rules, but it was not complete after all, so that many jokes were made in the subsequent games. Although it didn't affect the result, his reckless actions also became his favorite later. A large portion of dark spots.

"Do you have any questions?" Yan Ze asked.

Hao Meng was a little bit unwilling to be taught so well by Yan Ze, which would give him an illusion that he was like a rookie in front of Yan Ze.He asked: "Even if you are right about the "Rules of the Game", what about "Basic Mahjong"? This kind of beginner's book, I... I think it is useful? Is it interesting?"

Yan Ze sized Hao Meng up, and Hao Meng was terrified by his gaze, only to hear Yan Ze say: "Your badges are flexible and changeable, I think most of the accumulated experience before is from actual combat , there are relatively few theories, have you never watched "Basic Sparrow"?"

Hao Meng thought that I could also tell by this.But it is true, Hao Meng's mahjong was originally "watched" when he opened a teahouse with his uncle, and no one specially taught him the cards and tricks.Later, when I was with Maohu, I had a foundation, and what Maohu taught him were all things that were based on the foundation. Hao Meng didn't read "Basic Mahjong".It's like not letting a doctor start learning Hanyu Pinyin again.

"Having actual combat experience is a good thing, but if you didn't lay a good foundation at the beginning, it will be very unfavorable for the future." Yan Ze said: "You have achieved a little success now, and when you look back at "Basic Sparrow", you will understand New things, sometimes, badges don’t need to be so changeable, it’s best to go back to the basics.”

Hao Meng thought to himself, have you gone back to basics so much that you use a universal formula to play the whole game?But even though he complained in his heart, Hao Meng also felt that Yan Ze's statement was very fresh.Accustomed to a certain way of thinking, Yan Ze's views did not seem to be difficult for him to accept.

Yan Ze asked: "Now you can start reading."

Although Hao Meng was a little angry, she had no choice but to sit down at the table.

Yan Ze opened a small training room for him alone, only him and Yan Ze.Hao Meng was sitting at the table reading a book, Yan Ze was sitting on the sofa reading documents, he didn't know what he was looking at, and sometimes he even wrote a few strokes.

"Rules of the Competition" was long and boring, Hao Meng yawned and couldn't help looking up at Yanze.

Yan Ze's side face was beautiful, his skin was fair and delicate, the window of the training room was opened, and a beam of sun was shining on his shoulders, his posture was lazy and elegant, even like a fresh high school student.

But why is it the little swallow in memory?

He really didn't connect. Firstly, it was too long and he became blurred. Secondly, Hao Meng's impression of that young man stayed at "beautiful as a girl", so naturally he subconsciously felt "soft as a girl". .

As a result, 15 years later, although Yan Ze grew taller and more beautiful, he was not like a girl, nor soft, but also particularly difficult and insidious. Compared with Hao Meng, he was more like an opportunist.

Hao Meng thought, if she were Ding Yuan, she could still use this life-saving grace to make some connections. No matter how insidious and difficult Yan Ze is, she must be more polite to her life-saving benefactor.But he is "Hao Meng" now, and his age is not right, even if he told Yan Ze, Yan Ze would not believe him.Hao Meng was a little regretful that he had missed an opportunity to be reported by others in vain.

"Am I pretty?" Yan Ze asked without raising his head, "You want to stare at me like this."

look!A shrewd boy with a vigilant vigilance, eyes all over his body.

His heart moved, and he said unintentionally: "Yesterday, I heard from Boss Yan that you were abducted by human traffickers when you were young?"

Yan Ze's movements paused for a moment, and then he replied with his normal expression: "Yes."

"Human traffickers are really bad, you must have suffered a lot of psychological harm." Hao Meng pretended to condemn, and then said: "I heard that a god saved you in the end, is it true? There are really immortal?"

He thought, if the nonsense he said at the beginning was really treated like a god by Yan Ze, he would be able to point to this joke for the rest of his life.

As soon as the words came out, Yan Ze raised his head and looked at him, the smile on his lips disappeared completely, and his eyes were deep.

The laughter in Hao Meng's heart stopped abruptly, and she couldn't help becoming nervous again.

"How could it be?" Yan Ze lowered his head to write and draw on the document, and said, "It's not a fairy."

Hao Meng asked persistently: "Oh, who is the hero who saved you? Is he tall and mighty? He has a chivalrous heart?"

"A passerby." Yan Ze replied.

Hao Meng was stunned.

Did he hear it right?

[-]. A passerby? !

After all, he carried a living person like Yanze on his back and walked through mountains and rivers all night. It was so cold!How dark the road is!If it weren't for him, Yan Ze would be sold to a ravine by the lame horse as a sex slave.He is an unrivaled hero who changed Yanze's fate, he turned the tide with his own efforts, not to mention applause, Yanze should remember his kindness well anyway!

As a result, he was called by a passerby? !

Has this man's conscience been eaten by a dog?He doesn't remember kindness, huh?

Hao Meng's breathing was a little short. On the one hand, the dream of Yongquan repaying each other was broken and his heart was broken. On the other hand, he felt that he was really blind to save Yan Ze, a white-eyed wolf.Grieving and angry, I didn't know what to think for a moment.

He sank into his own emotions, and didn't notice that Yan Ze's hand holding the pen slipped, and a sudden horizontal line cut through the pattern of the paper.

Yanze also lost his mind for a moment.

There are a lot of patterns drawn on the white paper, with arrows and annotations. If Hao Meng can see it, he will be surprised.

That was the first time he played cards with the three aces in the club, and all the cards from the beginning to the end, word by word, every move was not lost, was completely recorded by Yan Zehua.

The author has something to say: Mengmeng: I treat you as my husband and you treat me as a passerby? ? ?convex