You pervert! ! !

Zhao Chenghuai has been looking forward to what kind of interesting scene it will be when Nangong finds out that he is programming the father he hates the most.

It should have been so.

Yu Heng loves Nangong Ji deeply, but Nangong Ji secretly hates Yu Heng.

Then when the little boy finds out that he has been misused, he must become angry, noisy and noisy, and maybe cry out in embarrassment, thinking that his arrogant and arrogant past is a joke.

Zhao Chenghuai likes to read such jokes.

The more self-righteous and rebellious, the more disastrous the ending, the happier he is.

As a result, during a well-prepared birthday celebration last night, the angry Nangong was completely subdued by Yu Heng.

The IQ that has been raised in the past ten days has dropped back to the original point overnight.

Even lost.

Zhao Chenghuai stared at Nangong Yin with lowered eyes, the little boy's blue eyes were full of surprise and astonishment.

Only there is no anger.

Because, he completely forgot about "I hate Yu Heng".

Zhao Chenghuai leaned slightly on the handrail of the stairs, and said with a smile:

"You wrote the core code of "Nie Zi" and the core code of the tavern in "Awakening" by yourself."

"Of course, the small game collection mode you wrote is too bad, and Yu Heng doesn't like it, so he completely overturned it and remade the game mode of the tavern."

"And all the debugging and code simplification you did, are all the core programs of "Awakening"."

Zhao Chenghuai was condescending and ruthlessly reminded the little boy of his efforts.

He asked kindly and friendlyly, "Are you happy?"

"You have made an insignificant effort for your father's great cause."

Before doing it differently, Nangong Ji would die of anger.

Now, when he heard about it, his first reaction turned out to be——

"Then...does dad know?"

Zhao Chenghuai evoked a faint smile, feeling faintly excited.

"Do you dare to let him know?"

Nangong Ji fell silent.

dare not.

Light footsteps sounded from Jing Jing Villa, and Zhao Chenghuai walked down the stairs gracefully.

"Your father asked me to take care of you because he hoped that you would become an excellent man like me, but..."

Zhao Chenghuai picked up the water glass on the table and said regretfully, "You actually want to avoid his sight and use me to open up the black market."

"After he finds out, he may be disappointed to take back the bank card he gave you."

Nangong Ji:? ? ?

Nangong Ji was completely awake.

The bank card hidden under the pillow has become his only property and also his only weakness.

He originally thought that the bad brother deceived his father and asked him to work as a coolie secretly, so the bad brother must be afraid that his father would know the truth.

As a result, the bad brother sorted out his thoughts in a few words.

Backgammon is what he wants to play at first!

He also proposed that he is good at programming!

The purpose is to avoid Yu Heng's monitoring, use the computer freely, and rebuild his Matrix.

Nangong's expression collapsed, countless pits appeared in front of his eyes, one after another he couldn't escape, waiting to bury him.

All dug by hand.

The joy that came with celebrating my birthday last night turned into a great stress in an instant.

Dad's trust, love, and 3 yuan are all based on his obedient obedience.

What will happen to disobedient, Nangong Ji is clear.

If Dad knew that he was secretly making deals with the bad brother and writing programs without doing his job——

More than just withdrawing the bank card...

Wearing women's clothing and living in the world in this life don't even think about using a computer anymore!

A child who was dazzled by his father's love regained consciousness with the help of his bad brother.

His blue eyes panicked.

What was discovered was not a secret, but a dead end.

The only thing left in the room was the slight sound of Zhao Chenghuai pouring water to drink. This nasty bad brother is happy to see the little boy at a loss.

He looked at the time, "Your dad is about to wake up, do you need me to tell him, should I wake up and praise my dear son?"

"I'll help you kill the king of the hunting ground!" Nangong Xie interrupted through gritted teeth, his voice was low, full of embarrassment and anger.

"So please don't tell Dad."

Nangong Ji was extremely wronged.

He could never figure it out, it was the bad brother who deceived his father and him, how to get to the bottom of it, he was always the one who got hurt?

Zhao Chenghuai found it very interesting.

The little boy's blue eyes were full of anger, grief, and unbearable pain, which was much more pleasing to the eye than his happy and silly look last night.

He put down the glass with a smile, sat leisurely on the sofa, and stretched out his slender arms.

"Your determination is very good. It's a pity that with you now, the other party doesn't even want to look at it. Because it's too useless."

Being attacked by bad brothers all the year round, Nangong Ji gradually got used to it.

He pursed his lips and pleaded in a low voice, "I will try my best."

Skills are not as good as others, so you can only try your best.

Nangong Ling stared at the bad brother, only feeling that the future was gloomy.

This guy is dozens of times more sinister and cunning than the villains he has ever seen, but his father said: The most feared person in this world is Lao Wang.

His small head gradually merged the old king with the mysterious king of the hunting ground.

Nangong Ji sat on the chair opposite Zhao Chenghuai, dangling his legs and asked, "I want to know, what kind of person is the hunting ground king?"

Is he the same as the old Wang that Yu Heng was afraid of, who is elusive and whose identity is a mystery?

"How did he become king?"

Nangong Ji waited expectantly for the inside information, trying to find out the similarity between Lao Wang and Hunting Field King.

It's a pity that the bad brother, who has the inside story, glanced at him casually, like watching a kid waiting for a fairy tale.

He sneered and asked:

"What do you give me in exchange?"

Never suffer.

Yu Heng discovered that Nangong Ji became extraordinarily hardworking after experiencing a happy birthday.

Not only do I go to bed early and get up early every day, but I also learn much more than before.

At five o'clock in the morning, jog five laps around the villa area and go home for breakfast.

At ten o'clock in the morning, after finishing my summer homework, I do a hundred push-ups in the back garden to keep fit.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, before doing my homework, review what I learned in the summer camp.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, jog five laps around the villa area, waiting for Dad to come home.

Yu Heng is busy studying "Awakening". Whenever he is free, he can watch the video sent by his bad brother, showing how hard Nangong Yin is.

It was as if the ten days of the summer camp brought this kid, who only had hacking in his heart, back on the right track of a healthy life.

Whenever I have time, I do push-ups, leapfrogs, and jogs to vent my depressed emotions.

What's even more commendable is that Zhao Chenghuai didn't waste the real college entrance examination papers he bought wrongly.

After Nangong Ji finished writing the primary school questions for the school, he brushed up the college entrance examination questions.

Hard work made the old father cry.

Facing Yu Heng's touch, Zhao Chenghuai didn't take credit or take credit at all, and said frankly: "Your son asked for it himself."

Under the delighted eyes of the old father, Nangong Ji said with a serious face, "I want to be a good man, so I want to challenge some difficult things!"

The old father was relieved, and Zai Zai was in tears.

It's just too hard to deal with the bad brother.

Even if he wanted to get some news about the hunting ground king, the bad brother was so stern and selfless.

The game is exchanged for answers, and only when you win can you play.

What chess, go, backgammon.

What about tower defense, beast fighting, and Xiaoxiaole.

Zhao Chenghuai picked out any game he wanted and gave Nangong a chance.

As a result, Nangong Ji suffered a disastrous loss, and was punished by jogging fifty laps, three hundred push-ups, one thousand leapfrogs, and finishing the college entrance examination questions.

I lived a happy and fulfilling summer vacation life.

In the past, Nangong Ji thought that playing "Ni Zi Fell Flat" was the most difficult day in his life.

At this time, he realized that the most difficult days are to keep losing deals with the bad brother!

Nangong was in pain, but Zhao Chenghuai lived leisurely.

Yu Heng is too busy recently, and they haven't played games for a long time, so they can only rely on torturing the cubs to get a little fun in life.

The message box between him and Yu Heng was filled with the punishment for losing the bet by Nangong Xie.

The daily chat content revolves around the thriving growth of this little idiot.

Yu Heng is very happy that his son has strengthened his body amidst the high-intensity failure.

Zhao Chenghuai stared at Nangong Ji, but felt more and more that if this guy went to Siberia, he would only lose in the first round of the dinner just like Zhao Chishen, and there was no further possibility at all.

Because, he is too naive, too simple.

Those corrupt nobles who are intriguing, like to use some outdated rules to restrain these simple participants and make them feel the cruelty of the world.

Villa, evening.

Nangong Ji, who was waiting for his father to come home, was playing flying chess with Zhao Chenghuai.

Zhao Chenghuai glanced at Nangong Ji's chess piece, reached out and took the dice and threw it: 6.

"You're going to lose again." The bad brother raised his hand with a smile, and parked the last flying chess piece on the apron.

Nangong Ling stared at his small planes scattered all over the place, distraught.

"...Do you play flying chess in the hunting ground?"

"Play." Zhao Chenghuai told him mercifully.

"Has the bad brother played with the hunting ground king?"

Zhao Chenghuai smiled, staring at him with deep eyes, "Want to know his strength?"

Nangong Ling nodded frantically.

So, the elegant bad brother picked up the dice on the table and threw it casually: 6!

"If he plays flying chess seriously with you, you won't even have the ability to take off."

These words were too sarcasm, Nangong's face was full of displeasure.

The rules of the flying chess game, everyone has to roll to 6 at the beginning to put the plane in the take-off position.

He played with the bad brother all afternoon, and several times the blue plane of the bad brother was about to reach the finish line, so he finally shook out the 6 and walked to the starting point.

Such a powerful bad brother actually said that Wang's strength far exceeds his own...

Nangong Ji was very desperate.

It's not as good as playing horseback riding and archery hunting in Siberia. He really doesn't have the talent and luck to play games.

The sad little boy stared at the dice in a daze, when suddenly the door rang.

"father!"

With a great cause in mind, Nangong Ji jumped off the stool and ran to meet his old father.

Yu Heng smiled and enjoyed his son's intimacy, and came over to have a look.

"What are you playing?"

Zhao Chenghuai shook the dice, another 6 came out, and looked at him lazily, "Flying chess."

On the table was a board of flying chess that had just ended. Small red planes landed everywhere on the runway, and blue planes entered the tarmac early to declare victory.

Yu Heng laughed out loud.

It can be seen that my brother is lonely.

It is really not easy for him to be willing to play with Nangong Jiong for such a naive kid's hobby.

"How many rounds did the hideous win?" Yu Heng asked seriously.

Zhao Chenghuai knocked on the chess piece in his hand, propped his cheek and looked at Yu Heng, "What do you think?"

Ever since the hunting ground king quiz game started, Nangong Ji always lost in everything he played.

The results of every day's failures became the news on Yu Heng's mobile phone, full of Nangong's sweat, and turned the shame of failure into the motivation to assassinate the hunting king in the future.

The bad brother's gaze was too mocking, and his tone was too determined.

Yu Heng understood instantly.

The child has no talent for games, so he loses all games of luck such as flying chess.

Nangong Xie dared not speak out, grabbed Yu Heng's clothes, and said in an aggrieved voice, "I will win in the future."

If you win, you will be the king of the hunting ground first!

Then give the bad brother to the shark!

The cute voice healed the busy Yu Heng.

He smiled and sat on the red airport seat, having fun.

"Come on, I'll play this game for my son."

Yu Heng picked up the red airplane chess piece, put it back to the starting position, and said, "If I win, it's a win."

Zhao Chenghuai was indifferent, picked up the blue chess piece on the table, and squeezed it in the palm of his hand.

"Yu Heng, you still owe me three days." He reminded the man who missed the appointment.

Suddenly, Yu Heng remembered.

Recently, he was busy researching the new engine of "Awakening", so he didn't have time to play games with Zhao Chenghuai at all.

They signed the contract once a week before. Now counting it, the last time they played the game was almost two weeks ago. The ten days since Zhao Chenghuai lost to him had expired long ago.

Three days in arrears.

"Three days, that's three rounds." Yu Heng was extremely confident, even though what was placed in front of him was flying chess with the upper hand of luck.

He said: "I'll win you for the hideous first, and then we will solve the problem of raising children."

It is clear and cheap.

Zhao Chenghuai has been playing with him for so long, so he knows this guy's character very well.

Fortunately, he has the confidence.

"Okay." Zhao Chenghuai's eyes were deep, and he put away the boring blue plane, "There are four rounds in total, and you will die if you lose."

The quiet villa was brightly lit, and the game where Yu Heng's life was bet was just a flying chess for children to play.

Flying chess looks at the face.

You must start with a 6 to get to the starting point.

Yu Heng's red plane and Zhao Cheng's blue plane are opposite each other.

Zhao Chenghuai was not too polite, he took the dice and rolled it casually: 6.

The little blue plane took a step forward and was already on the runway of victory.

Zhao Chenghuai lazily raised his hand to support his chin, and asked with a smile: "I wonder if you have played too many games, do you still have the same luck as you did back then?"

"Why not?" Yu Heng took the dice and threw it, 6!

"Did you see it?" He was very happy, "The real sparrow god, brother, don't seek your own death."

Two adults, holding the dice and throwing 6, threw happily.

Nangong Ji sat on the side, watching with tears in his stomach.

Is this the world of the strong?

Why is it 54321 when he throws it back and forth, but Dad can throw 6 easily?

His blue eyes fixed on the small red plane, watching it fly forward with emotion.

He has never had the possibility of defeating his bad brother in his life, so he can only pin his hopes on his father.

Airplane chases rage on on tiny colored pages.

The red and the blue were very lucky, and the children were happy and gasped at times watching them.

Lest the bad brother roll 6 consecutively, the game ends directly.

However, Zhao Chenghuai's luck is obviously better than Yu Heng's.

The blue plane landed steadily ahead, one step away from the finish line, as if he could declare the end of the game by dropping it casually.

"If you lose this game, I won't accept you playing five games with me to pay off the debt."

The fickle and ungrateful bad brother has the upper hand, and he comes to negotiate terms, "You and your son will settle the score together if you lose to me."

"Whatever it is." Yu Heng pulled the poor little friend, "You haven't won yet, so don't be complacent."

The younger brother's bad habits are always eager to reveal.

Yu Heng has been threatened so many times that he is used to it.

He counted the steps on the table with his eyes, smiled and clenched the dice into his fist, and said to his son, "Hey, give Dad a 3."

"Ok?"

Nangong Ling's eyes widened, he didn't understand what kind of evil spell it was, "What 3?"

Yu Heng pointed to Zhao Chenghuai's blue plane that was close to the finish line, and he said: "Look, the bad brother's plane is here, he is still one step away, as long as Dad casts 3, he can immediately reach the red plane, and he can definitely win he."

The child stared at the blue plane, then looked at the red plane that was far away from the red plane, and suddenly felt that his father was too confident.

The sense of crisis that the pawns will be wiped out with one move arises spontaneously.

But his dad didn't rush and told him to breathe? !

Nangong looked at Yu Heng in surprise, and then looked at Zhao Chenghuai blankly.

The bad brother's deep gaze fell on Yu Heng's fist clenched with dice, as if he was anxious for this victory, and hated the procrastination of their father and son.

The little boy was so frightened that he quickly blew on his fist, "Huh!"

"Okay!" Yu Heng, who had successfully teased the cub, threw a 3 on the table with a smile!

Really 3!

Nangong Xi couldn't tell whether he was excited or disappointed. The little red plane took 3 steps and followed the rules directly to arrive at its own airway.

However, Zhao Chenghuai was only one step away.

He picked up the dice and threw it with his fingertips: 3!

Yu Heng laughed out loud, and said, "The ferocious immortal energy still remains on it, now, the bad brother has to take two more steps."

Amidst the malicious ridicule, Zhao Chenghuai picked up the plane, took one step forward, two steps back, a total of three steps.

Nangong Ji blew like that, as if blowing away the kingly aura that was stained on the dice.

Next, it became a show that Yu Heng frantically pursued.

6. Six steps forward!

Nangong Xie stared wide-eyed, watching the little red plane, which was lagging behind, walk towards the finish line step by step, announcing the end of the game.

"Dad, you won!" He finally saw Yu Heng's strength with his own eyes.

Yu Heng laughed loudly and said, "You won."

Seeing the loving father and filial son in front of him, Zhao Chenghuai remained silent.

He stared quietly at the back of Yu Heng's hand, which was the hand just now, holding the dice to deliberately make the little boy blow.

It seems that it is really useful and can help him win.

"You won." Zhao Chenghuai picked up the dice out of boredom, and threw numbers on the table at will, "I will also fulfill my promise and fulfill your son's wish."

"Huh?" Yu Heng didn't expect that his son would make a wish with Zhao Chenghuai, "What are you betting on?"

Nangong Ji's back suddenly felt cold, and the back of his neck tensed, "No, nothing..."

What they bet on is who the hunting ground king is and how he became the king!

It's impossible for the bad brother to say it in front of Dad at this time!

"It's really nothing." Zhao Chenghuai insisted on going his own way and wanted to embarrass the children.

"I bet him a story," he said.

The little boy was so frightened that his blue eyes turned into copper bells, and the way he looked at Zhao Chenghuai was like looking at a devil.

Lest the devil blurt out: the king of hunting grounds is the story of becoming king in one way or another.

However, the devil looked gentle and said with a smile: "A fairy tale that children will like."

Nangong Ji:? ? ?

According to his understanding of the bad brother, he always felt that children would not like this fairy tale!

It must be bloody, violent, and rarely inappropriate!

The author has something to say: Zhao Chenghuai: You really understand me :) The chosen heir to the throne

Nangong Ji: No, I don’t want to understand Wuwuwu!