King's return

As the big boss of OP, Lin Yanxiu is naturally very busy. It is impossible for him to be a personal trainer and a nanny for Rong Jian at home all the time.

After making a long training plan for Rong Jian that day, he drove to the company.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to lock my bedroom tightly.

Rong Jian secretly tried various methods, but he couldn't open the door without damaging it, so he had to give up.

At this time, he really wanted to know how Boss Lin unscrewed the doorknob of the ward door in the hospital.

But for Rong Jian who is not very interested in other things except games, anyway, the future is long and there is no rush.

The windows in the study room were wide open, and the spring breeze was so warm that it made people drowsy.

In the past few days, Rong Jian has started to learn how to play BQ legend honestly. Lin Yanxiu said that he can't find the feeling at all, but it's not always true, but that thing is like a slippery loach, which flashes in his mind occasionally, and suddenly comes back again. Disappeared.

Let’s say he is a rookie, he is improving very fast, let’s say he is a veteran, but seeing how bizarre his death every time, no one would have such an idea.

Rong Jian had just finished a battle, took off his silver-rimmed glasses and put them aside, yawned lazily, and then began to do exercises according to the "training schedule" - eye exercises.

After all, professional gamers, who sit in front of the computer until they die, have many occupational diseases: myopia, cervical spondylosis, frozen shoulder, etc. If professional players do not take good care of themselves, it will affect their health, not to mention their career. Therefore, generally high-end professional game clubs are equipped with special gyms.

So after Rong Jian finished his eye exercises, he floated into the kitchen and stole two slices of cucumber to stick on his eyes.

Besides Wangzai's milk, Rong Jian's favorite is cucumber slices - it's so convenient that you can still eat them after posting them.

Maybe God couldn't bear to see him like a dead pig, the main computer suddenly turned off, and the whole villa turned off - there was a power outage!

Rong Jian let out a "tsk", picked up two slices of cucumbers and threw them into his mouth, chewed them, and then slowly stood up.

He moved to the window with plush slippers and looked out for a while. The willows in the yard were sprouting, and two or three birds were jumping around on the treetops. He even saw a big colorful kite floating in the distant sky.

Rong Jian thought that he should go out to have some fun or something, otherwise he would stay in this big house like a haunted house without seeing the light of day, and he would be like the little boy secretly kept by Boss Lin.

Rong Jian lowered his head and patted his leg lightly, thinking that it would be okay to take a walk.

He opened the closet in the bedroom, where home clothes, casual clothes, suits, sportswear, and underwear were all put away in different categories. Each piece was tailor-made according to his size, and the color matching was also very pleasing to the eye.

These clothes are all new, he hasn't noticed this detail before, and he doesn't even know when Lin Yanxiu prepared these things quietly—just as he wondered that the other party didn't even know the size of his underwear. Know.

In fact, Lin Yanxiu is still a boring coquettish...

Rong Jian grabbed a blue shirt and put it on, thinking silently, if he wants to find a wife in the future, he must find someone like Lin Yanxiu...

--Such?

He suddenly thought of Boss Lin brandishing a spatula, blushing, roaring and snarling.

The corner of Rong Jian's mouth twitched, and he wordlessly knocked away the horrifying thought that had just twitched his head.

He thought again, this is actually the same person, the world is really amazing.

Although this is a suburban area, there is still a bus stop nearby, but there are very few passengers. After all, if you can live in this luxury villa complex, don't you have a private car?

When Rong Jian got into the car to get his change, he found a very tragic thing - he forgot to bring his wallet, and he only had 10 yuan for the whole body, and 4 yuan for a bus ride to the city center, which means 8 yuan for the round trip. block, 2 blocks left.

He guessed that the 2 yuan could probably buy a steamed bun and two steamed buns, so he still sat down on the minibus calmly.

The greening along the way was well done, with the car windows open and the breeze blowing across the face, Rong Jian squinted comfortably and almost fell asleep.

Although he can be regarded as a big star in the competitive game industry, few people outside the circle know about it, unlike those public figures in the film and television circle who are followed by paparazzi wherever they go, so even if Rong Jian is so big It doesn't matter if you go out.

The minibus quickly circled into the city, and the cool scenery along the way was gradually replaced by the bustle and bustle.

When he stopped at the station halfway, the smell of hot food attracted Rong Jian's nose. He remembered that he hadn't eaten lunch yet, so he touched the two yuan in his pocket and got off the bus.

When he got off the bus, he also noticed that the road at this stop was called "Huangquan Road", thinking that he might not forget such a unique name so easily.

However, he didn't know that there were three stations called Huangquan Road Station at this T-junction.

This is a small steamed stuffed bun shop, next to an Internet cafe and a bar, and there are people coming and going at the intersection, most of them are young people with non-mainstream hair colors coming in and out with cigarettes in their mouths.

So when Rong Jian, who was dressed in a high-end brand and looked good, stood at the door gracefully and wearing a pair of glasses, he attracted many complicated eyes.

One of the street vendors ran over mysteriously and asked him in a low voice: "Do you want the latest porn? Close the business, buy three get one free, you made money, how about it?"

Rong Jian glanced at him in surprise, and said, "...I'm here to buy buns."

The peddler looked at him from head to toe, gritted his teeth and said, "How about this, I will give you the bottom of the box, Daoguo GV, brother, are you sincere enough? Come on!"

Rong Jian was silent for a while, and said silently: "I'm just here to buy buns..."

The peddler's expression turned cold, he spat, and then he reluctantly left, cursing and cursing as he walked, "Why are you here to buy some steamed stuffed buns...you can buy ducks..."

The two gangsters squatting at the entrance of the Internet cafe looked at each other, then stood up one after the other and walked towards him waddlingly, sandwiching Rong Jian in the middle and humming in a low voice: "Hey, boy, life is very nourishing." Well, bro, money is tight recently, borrow some money to spend..."

As he said that, one of them quietly took out a fruit knife from his pocket and pressed it against Rong Jian's stomach through his clothes.

This time Rong Jian didn't speak, he frowned, but suddenly stretched out his right hand and clasped the wrist holding the knife.

The little gangster was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to draw a knife—after all, he was not so bold as to stab people in the stomach on the street.

Unexpectedly, the hand clasping his wrist was like an iron hoop. When the other party pinched his wrist, the fruit knife fell out weakly, and was caught by the man.

The little bastard No. [-] on the other side wanted to help, but Rong Jian didn't even look at him. He just raised his elbow and stabbed him in the chest with a crutch.

Gangster No. [-] knew that he had encountered a difficult problem, and now Rong Jian was no longer a rich and oily little sheep in his eyes, and his calm and condensed face instantly became hidden.

He didn't even raise his eyebrows during the whole process, and he didn't even move his footsteps half an inch!

Even Rong Jian himself was a little surprised that these two low-class guys were so easy to deal with, but he was a bad boy who forgot that he had been hanging out outside all the time when he was a student. The instinct of self-defense is still there.

The little gangster quickly put on a flattering sneer: "Brother, where is the road? The little one has eyes but doesn't know Taishan, offended you, you don't care about the villain, just let the brother go, in the future we It’s brother, if you say something, we’ll—”

Before he finished speaking, Rong Jian frowned and interrupted him: "Do you have any money?"

"Huh?" The two punks were taken aback for a moment, then nodded again and again, "Yes, yes..."

"All right, go and buy me five steamed buns, two with sauced meat, two with fresh meat, and one with shrimp." Rong Jian thought for a while, then added, "I want a beef vermicelli."

Just now at the entrance of the steamed stuffed bun shop, he stared at the menu for a long time. He wanted to eat all of them. It was really difficult to choose, but unfortunately he was short of money.

It happened that these two idiots came to the door to blackmail him, Rong Jian was very happy, so he decided to eat two more.

Those two poor little bastards have been hanging out in this area for many years, and it's not the first time that they were countered by prey, but it was the first time that they were threatened by "Little Sheep" to buy buns. This face is really thrown at grandma's house. In desperation, I had no choice but to follow suit.

The owner of this steamed stuffed bun shop is also an old acquaintance. Seeing this scene, he almost died of laughter: "Hey, I'll give you a discount for the dime in the food bag, haha."

After receiving the lunch, Rong Jian took out the fruit knife and wanted to return it to others, but the two thugs were startled and ran away, making Rong Jian very depressed with the fruit knife in his hand.

"Hehe..." A soft laugh came from another corner.

A slender figure slowly walked out from under the low-hanging eaves, and Rong Jian noticed the man, glanced casually, and saw the flaxen-colored fluffy curly hair and the other's deep and distinct outline—it turned out to be a European.

This person's attire is also very individual: a loose T-shirt with Happy and Big Big Wolf printed on it, his jeans are clean, and he is wearing a pair of flip-flops with his bare feet.

If it weren't for the obvious traits of his bloodline, Rong Jian would almost have thought that this was some engineering geek from some university.

"Hi," the foreigner with a smile full of white teeth greeted Rong Jian enthusiastically. Although Rong Jian's English was only at the level of a high school student, he was still understandable.

When he was pondering whether to answer "hi" or "hello", the other party had already said in a strange voice, "Brother, borrow a bun to eat."

Rong Jian raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise: "Borrow? Then how are you going to pay it back?"