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"Kent!" Meng Qing was a little surprised to see Kent here, but more than that, he was happy. He quickly walked in front of Kent, tilted his head slightly and smiled.

Looking at Meng Qing's soft hair, Kent felt a little itchy, but he could only hold back with his fists, and congratulated with a smile: "I saw the hope of Xingwang before, congratulations."

"I also feel that I am very good. I have a total of 100 million credit points. I think that as long as I live a thrifty life, I can live on this money for the rest of my life." Meng Qing smiled even more happily, revealing the essence of a money fan exhaustive.

Finally, Kent couldn't help but reached out and rubbed Meng Qing's head, and then said with a natural expression: "Let's go, let's talk slowly on the way."

This time Kent came here in his own private spaceship, otherwise he wouldn't have arrived here so quickly.

After the two got on the spaceship, Kent directly switched the mode to autopilot, and turned his head to look carefully at Meng Qing's expression. Kent also saw clearly what the contestant named Kennedy did at the awards ceremony. He was worried about whether Meng Qing would be affected by this incident.

Seeing the concern and worry in Kent's eyes, Meng Qing quickly guessed what the other party was thinking, and said with a smile: "You should focus on Kennedy, he is very miserable today."

"That's what he did." The relationship was different. Kent's thinking was biased towards Meng Qing, not to mention that this matter was indeed Kennedy's own fault.

Meng Qing patted Kent on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are right, but since he has already received the punishment he deserves, we will not mention him. Since you have already come, then we will not return It's lunch time at school, do you have anything you want to eat?"

"Do you want to treat me?" Seeing that Meng Qing really didn't care about it, Kent felt relieved.

Meng Qing raised her chest proudly: "Of course, I made a lot of money this time."

"Since it's your treat, it's up to you what to eat." Kent said cooperatively.

The two sat in the car and discussed for a while, and decided to go to a well-received Chinese restaurant not far from here. After the agreement, Kent reset the destination and arrived there in a short while.

Although there were only two of them, Meng Qing directly asked for a private room with an elegant and quiet environment based on her aura of a local tyrant who was not short of money.

After sitting down, Meng Qing handed over the ordering authority to Kent. It is true that he had eaten too many delicious dishes in the dream, and they were all Chinese, so he was not very interested in the dishes on the order list.

Kent studied it carefully, but what he pointed out was what Meng Qing had done for him before. Although Meng Qing noticed it, she didn't have any opinion.

While waiting for the meal, Kent took the initiative to talk about an interesting thing: "Did you know that the award ceremony of the Mecha Competitive Map Design Contest was broadcast live?"

"I actually didn't know about it before. It was only when the awards ceremony was about to end that others learned about it." Mentioning this incident, Meng Qing wanted to sigh a little. Fortunately, he didn't go too far at the awards ceremony. Otherwise, the image will be ruined.

Kent, who has been staring at Meng Qing on the live broadcast, naturally knows about this, and the corners of his mouth can't help but twitch: "Then you know that in order to cooperate with this awards ceremony, there is a specially created A live discussion forum?"

"I don't know." Meng Qing shook her head.

"Then you probably don't know, because you already have a lot of fans in this Star Network live broadcast, right?" Thinking of those people's compliments on Meng Qing, Kent felt very honored.

"Fans?" Meng Qing really didn't know, and she didn't quite understand, because the original owner rarely had access to things on the Interstellar Network, so Meng Qing didn't know much about the existence of fans before.

He just went to participate in the awards ceremony of the Mecha Competitive Map Design Contest, and how could he get more fans?Sounds like fun.

Seeing that Meng Qing didn't quite believe it, Kent directly turned on the optical brain and found out the speeches of those people: "Take a look, isn't it interesting?"

With a trace of curiosity, Meng Qing read the speeches of those people carefully, and saw that those people called him a "great god" and called him "cute". Although Meng Qing didn't quite understand it, she could see that there was His kindness made him feel better all of a sudden.

"The speeches of these people are really interesting, but I don't think I..." Because Meng Qing read the information with Kent's optical brain, the two were very close, and when Meng Qing raised her head, she happened to meet Kent With focused eyes, he couldn't help being slightly stunned for a moment, and the words on his mouth stopped.

When Meng Qing was reading those speeches, Kent's gaze never moved away from his face, and the emotion in his eyes was not concealed too much. At this time, the four eyes met, and he couldn't help but panic, and quickly moved away subconsciously. looked away.

It was Meng Qing who came back to her senses first, smiled lightly, and continued: "But I don't think I behaved like they said before, what do you think?"

Kent adjusted his mentality while breathing, poured water for himself, and said with a smile: "I don't think they are wrong. Your performance before was really outstanding."

Meng Qing looked at Kent suspiciously, and said in a weird tone: "Do you also think I'm...'cute'? Isn't this word supposed to describe small animals?"

It turned out that Meng Qing was concerned about this adjective, which made Kent secretly want to laugh, but he had to admit that in his eyes, Meng Qing was indeed very cute.

"Well, let's not talk about this, at least the phrase 'Great God' is right. The map you designed is indeed very exciting, otherwise it would be impossible to win the championship of this competition." Kent didn't know how to answer this question. So he wisely changed the subject.

Meng Qing couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and was about to continue to ask this question, when the food was brought in by the waiter at this moment, Kent took advantage of the machine to light up his brain, and began to greet Meng Qing to eat, with a very enthusiastic attitude.

The two of them had a very happy meal, but during the process, Kent always complained from time to time, and the content was always surprisingly consistent, all of which were "the taste of this dish is not as good as yours", "that dish It's still delicious", "Sure enough, the food you cook is delicious".

Meng Qing's ears were almost callused, and she felt quite comfortable, and said generously: "What kind of food do you want to eat in the future, just tell me, and I will help you cook."

"Okay, I remember." Kent nodded with a smile, but silently changed his way of understanding in his heart, not the future between friends, nor the future between roommates, but another kind of "future".

After eating, Meng Qing went to pay the bill with a smile, and then went back to the college with Kent.