Doomsday tour

It was already evening when the four of them coaxed the tearful Ah-Dai back home. The belly of the few people was round, especially Ah-Dai, who lost half of his share in the battle alone. If he didn’t give it, he would cry. Go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on, it was as if they were making a household registration book. In the end, the four of them had no choice but to hand a piece of grilled fish in front of Dumb, and then he burst into tears and smiled, holding the grilled fish ahhhhhhhh eat.

"Hey, drink another bowl of medicine?" Xianhe asked cautiously.

Duan shrank aside holding his head, staring at the crane with fierce eyes.

"Dumb was taught badly by you." Xianhe said painfully, clutching his forehead, "I think you need to beat him often."

"Domestic violence is resisted, and if beating a child is serious... the sentence will start at three years." Rong Zijie said after recalling the laws of his mother planet.

"A childhood without a board is an incomplete childhood." Xianhe said with a grunt.

"A childhood without being hungry is an incomplete childhood." Zuo Qingyan also added.

"..." Tu Fei seemed to want to say something, but in the end he bowed his head and played the PSP silently.Xianhe said for him: "Tu Fei must want to say that 'a childhood without sword practice is an incomplete childhood'."

Duan's eyes rolled around, and he climbed from the front seat to the back seat after a while, half hanging on the chair, reaching out with both hands to grab Tu Fei's PSP.

Tu Fei glanced at him, and Ah-Dai blinked his eyes to look back. In the end, Xianhe made the decision and gave Ah-Dai the game console.

"Let's let the children." Xianhe said.

"..." Tu Fei reluctantly let go.

"Well, is another Tu Fei going to come out?" Zuo Qingyan leaned over to observe the progress of Duan's game. Dui put the PSP on his lap, and then poked two fingers on the direction keys. The blue veins are throbbing, but don't break them again, he doesn't want to repair them again.

"Ah Ming, get out of the car and I'll teach Ah Dai how to play." Rong Zijie and Zhu Heming switched places, then carried Ah Dai into the back seat and taught him how to play games.

Duan obviously doesn't know how to use his fingers—just like he doesn't know how to use his tongue, Rong Zijie has to teach him by hand. The most troublesome thing is that this unmotivated student always has a special interest in his hands.

"..." Rong Zijie reluctantly opened Ah-Dai's chin and stuffed a piece of jerky into it, and then put on the gloves (newly purchased) for dangerous animal trainers, which can effectively prevent the teeth of ferocious animals from biting the skin , Dumb gnawed on the jerky and stared at the game screen, and finally shifted his interest to the right place.

"This is to jump, this is to move forward, when you encounter an obstacle, you have to jump up, and the little monster running around will be trampled to death, understand?" Rong Zijie asked after demonstrating it manually.

Duan nodded ignorantly, and began to try by himself.

Dui, whose fingers are not flexible, always pokes the keyboard with one finger, stops and moves as he walks, and is wiped out by the mobs who rub against him in a short while.Duan stared at the villain falling off the shore, and looked at Rong Zijie innocently.

"Jump up, jump up." Rong Zijie said.

Duan nodded, and when he encountered the mob again, he jumped up decisively—with a bang, a subtle bump appeared on the roof of the car.

Zuo Qingyan glanced back: "Be careful, don't crash the car."

"...I didn't tell you to jump up..." Rong Zijie didn't know how to explain the game to a guy who had never touched the game, so he pointed to the keyboard with a headache and said, "press this, understand?"

Dumb nodded vigorously.

After losing three games in a row, Dumb's expression was a bit weird. Tu Fei looked at him very seriously, but Rong Zijie couldn't be sure if he was secretly laughing, but he felt that he could find the superiority of the same poor game playing level in a plant. Feeling is really not easy.

For the fourth time of Gameover, Ah-Dai looked at the PSP, and tentatively poked the screen with his finger. The villain on the screen stood still, and another monster came towards him. One corner bit off.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Xianhe stepped on the brakes and took back the PSP, looking at the missing corner of the game console with tears streaming down his face.

Duan sucked his fingers without making a sound, it seemed that Tu Fei's cold gaze made him feel a little uneasy, and he even leaned on Rong Zijie.

"It's a good thing I didn't give you the one of Lin Min's to play with, otherwise how would I explain to him if I bit off a corner!" Xian He muttered to check the PSP, and then asked Rong Zijie awkwardly, "Can you still repair it?"

"..." Rong Zijie's brows twitched, "I can only repair simple equipment, this kind of damage... even the after-sales service department will tell you that it cannot be repaired."

Tu Fei looked at Ah-Dai even more fiercely, and Ah-Dai grunted and moved his butt away from him.

"Okay, okay, I'll lend you my one, but don't give it to Dumb, if he bites it bad... I won't give you food." Xianhe said harsh words, and carefully gave Lin Min's PSP to Tu Fei, "Don't break it. Be gentle with your hands and feet. Those who practice martial arts have rough hands and feet."

Tu Fei took the game console, looked left and right, and finally put it into the Qiankun bag: "I'm afraid of breaking it, so you watch me play when you go back."

"That's best... No, how many hours a day do you want to play?"

"..."

"..."

Zuo Qingyan gnawed on a peanut, and said faintly, "Anyway, you eat at the same table during the day and sleep in the same bed at night, play as long as you want."

Xian He snorted, turned back and continued driving, Zuo Qingyan pondered his expression: "A Ming, you are blushing."

"..."

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The peaceful days lasted until the beginning of spring. One day in April, an airship landed at the East China Sea base.

Rong Zijie knew about this matter. There was news about it in the newspaper recently opened by Donghai Base, but he just read it. Zuo Qingyan looked at the "typos" in the newspaper and sighed: "Everyone's cultural literacy can't keep up. Come on, these words are lacking in strokes and strokes."

"...It's all in simplified Chinese."

"Anyway, it's weird." Zuo Qingyan still paranoidly believed that there was no problem with his literacy function.

Dumb was still nodding blindly from the side, because he failed to snatch the game console with Tu Fei last night, he was stuffed into a flower pot by Tu Fei and ordered Zuo Qingyan to discipline him strictly, so it had to sit in the flower pot for a while.

"Are you literate?" Rong Zijie glanced at Dumb and asked angrily.

Zuo Qingyan pondered for a while and said solemnly: "I taught it to recognize names, but as for whether it recognizes it or not, that's beyond my guess."

Duan stretched out a vine to dip a little mud from the basin, and then scribbled on the newspaper, rubbing the mud on the newspaper in a daze, and even rubbed out the word "dumb".

"..." Rong Zijie was speechless.

"Look, it's still very smart." Zuo Qingyan said proudly.

Suddenly there was a knock on the closed door, Zuo Qingyan swept his consciousness, and then said strangely: "Huh, why is it her?"