Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

At two o'clock in the afternoon in midsummer, it is the time when the leaves of the trees are curled to reduce their own heat dissipation, the asphalt road is sun-shattered, and all the living things are desperately looking for shaded corners to hide and do not want to come out.

Wang Xiaoming, who just finished the most important exam in his life yesterday, the college entrance examination, is enjoying the air conditioner at home, with a popsicle in his mouth and a handle in his hand, controlling the character in the game to hit zombies.

At this time, there was a sound behind Wang Xiaoming, but he had reached the penultimate level of the game, and he was fighting with the boss at the bottom of the level. Wang Xiaoming, who was about to knock the boss down to the ground and rub it, didn't care about it. No click, but continue to focus on the game in front of you.

Half a minute later, Wang Xiaoming, who finally beat the boss who had been stuck for half an hour, threw the handle aside, relaxed his body and lay down on the ground, and then he saw it, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, looking down looking at his own mother.

Even if it was from the bottom up, or even upside down, Wang Xiaoming still clearly received a signal from the expression on his mother's face, that is, the Queen Mother is very impatient now.Frightened by this realization, Wang Xiaoming got up from the ground in a numb manner, took out the popsicle in his mouth and asked ingratiatingly, "Mom, do you need help from my son?"

The Queen Mother didn't reply to her son's words, but just lowered her head and looked at Wang Xiaoming's feet, to be exact, his feet.

Wang Xiaoming, who was very eager to survive, looked down at his mother's gaze, and saw a pool of stains on the side of his left foot. It should have just dripped from the popsicle in his mouth when Wang Xiaoming was busy fighting the boss. Yes, popsicles mixed with his saliva.

"I'll clean it right away." When Wang Xiaoming said it, he found the tissue box on his bed with his eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards it—and then Li had almost melted the popsicle, and it fell off the popsicle and landed on his own bed.

Seeing the popsicles on the bed sheet, Wang Xiaoming turned his head with a sad face, and looked at his mother who was still standing at the door of the house—it was almost on the verge of rage.

"I'll clean it up right away." Wang Xiaoming quickly tore a few paper towels, wrapped the popsicles, picked them up from the bed, threw them into the trash can on the side, and then tore a few more paper towels to wipe off the stains on the floor. In the end, he turned around and rolled the bed sheet into a ball, and walked to the balcony with his arms in his arms.

"It's done, go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of soy sauce." Seeing this, the Queen Mother finally felt satisfied and said.

"Oh." Although he didn't want to go out on this hot day, but just made a series of mistakes, Wang Xiaoming, who is now obedient and guilty, immediately agreed, and then Wang Xiaoming remembered something again, "Mom, what are you doing?" Are you making dinner? Is it a little early?" Wang Xiaoming looked back at the alarm clock on the desk, and it was only two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Marinate some spare ribs, I'll make grilled spare ribs for you tomorrow." The Queen Mother replied to her son as she walked downstairs, "Also, remember to tidy up the room, tidy up the tutorial books you don't need and put them in the corridor .”

"Oh." Got it, Wang Xiaoming, who had already walked to the balcony, responded loudly, and at the same time stuffed the bed sheet in his hand into the washing machine.

After the washing machine was running, Wang Xiaoming walked back to his room, saved the progress of the game, then quit the game, turned off the game console, and went downstairs with his wallet.

After putting on his sneakers at the entrance, Wang Xiaoming, who knew what he was about to face, put his hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened the door like a strong man breaking his wrist.

Standing at the junction of heaven and hell, Wang Xiaoming took about ten seconds to adapt himself to the oncoming heat wave, and at the same time quickly found the nearest shade of a tree where he could hide from people.

The community where Wang Xiaoming’s home is located has done a pretty good job of greening, so every time he encounters such a situation of going out on a hot day, Wang Xiaoming tries his best to walk out of the community under the shade of trees all the way——Wang Xiaoming believes that this is the world’s The last tenderness to him, because between the entrance of the community and the supermarket diagonally opposite, there is a two-way four-lane intersection with no shelter at all.

The test has reached the gate of the community, and Wang Xiaoming, who is hiding in the shadow of the gate post, is concentrating on the sidewalk traffic lights that are counting down the seconds.

He was going to wait for the last 20 seconds, when the green light was about to jump to the red light, and then rush out from the gate post.In this way, he can cross the road twice in a row in the shortest possible time without having to stand pitifully in the middle of the road and wait under the sun for the red light in one direction to turn green—even if it is just waiting, it may not take more than ten seconds time.After all, in the current day when you go out for 5 minutes and sweat for two hours, ten seconds can decide a person's life or death.

Right now, the moment when the countdown on the traffic light at the crosswalk showed twenty, Wang Xiaoming took out the energy of running the 100-meter test in school, buried his head and rushed to the opposite side of the road regardless.

In this hot weather, there are not even many cars on the road, let alone people. Wang Xiaoming is not worried that he will hit him at all...

"Oops!" So you can't stand the flag casually, and Wang Xiaoming, who had clearly confirmed that there was no one on the road, bumped into someone just like that.

"I'm sorry." Wang Xiaoming, who knew that he must have made a mistake and didn't want to miss the next green light, apologized casually without raising his head, but the movements of his feet did not stop at all.

The other party didn't peacefully say that it's okay, and he didn't yell at him. Instead, he asked something strange, which made Wang Xiaoming puzzled: "Huh? Can you move?"

At this time, Wang Xiaoming, who had already run a certain distance, hadn't realized what the situation was like, and when he didn't think about how to answer this question, he found that his wrist was being pulled.

"You," Wang Xiaoming, who was grabbed by someone in the middle of the road, frowned and looked up at the person he bumped into, "What the hell..." But when he looked up, he saw a black muzzle, facing Looking at him, "Wait, what kind of prank show is this?!" Wang Xiaoming, who was a little dumbfounded for a moment, blurted out a complaint.

It's really not that Wang Xiaoming is brave or big-hearted, but that the area he lives in is too peaceful, and the country's management of guns is very strict.