Manual of Space-Time Interference

After watching a new movie that was neither good nor bad at International Studios, Qian Hui led the three of them into a nearby restaurant and asked the waiter to order food in a private room. Waited quietly.

Fortunately, the atmosphere in the whole box was not chilled by the cold of winter, and several people did not take out their mobile phones, but kept finding topics to chat, chatting here, chatting there, which seemed extremely lively. …

"By the way, why didn't the three of you go home alone?" Fang Yan asked, moving away from himself and letting the waiter next to him bring the dishes.

"Didn't I hear that you're coming back soon? I didn't go back today, and it's almost the same tomorrow." Huang Shang replied, his home also lives in Yanjing, so it's much more convenient to go back.

"My house is far apart. My dad said it was a waste of money when I went back, so I didn't go back." Feng Wenyuan fiddled with the chopsticks in his hand and replied.

"Oh!" Dialect nodded in understanding.

"Come, come, come, have a drink, welcome dialect back to our big family of 302 again!" Qian Hui greeted and stood up with a cup.

"welcome!"

"welcome!"

The 4 wine glasses collided with each other, and were then drank by 4 people.

"I've eaten the vegetables. If you don't eat it, it will be gone!" Qian Hui said, putting down the cup, and then directly picked up his chopsticks and placed it in the pickled fish that he had just served.

There are not many dishes. After taking into account the amount of alcohol in the dialect and the food intake of four people, Qian Hui only ordered a bottle of beer and a table of food that can be eaten by four people, but it still looks like Very rich.

As he ate and ate, the dialect gradually forgot about time travel and Guoan, and in a burst of laughter, he merged with the other three people in the dormitory.

"I'm full!" Qian Hui hiccupped, watched the other three people on the table spit out two words, and sighed in enjoyment, "It feels really comfortable to eat..."

"What do you say next?" Dialect asked after sitting for a while.

"Checkout!" Qian Hui said to a waiter next to him, handing over a card at the same time, then he looked at the three dialects and said, "Go to my house next, I'll be ready when you called me last time. Well, I temporarily installed three more computers in my house, and then built a small KTV. There are many other things in the house, and I can play at that time!"

"Hao!" Huang Shang spit out a word.

"Hao no humanity!" Feng Wenyuan next to him also spit out four words.

"..." Qian Hui was speechless, silently took the bank card handed over by the waiter, then looked at the message on the phone and said, "Let's go, Didi is here."

"Didi again?" Dialect stood up and said in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Qian Hui glanced back, and there was a suspicious look in his eyes, and then slowly changed into an inexplicable look, which made the dialect's scalp numb for a while.

He knew that Qian Hui must have guessed something, as if the Didi special car just now didn't seem to be an ordinary commercial car.

"It's nothing, let's go!" Dialect snorted, smiled at Qian Jianhui, opened the box door and walked out directly, and then, under the leadership of Qian Jianhui, stepped into the car and changed the driver clerk, I have changed the license plate number of the Didi car...

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"Kill Vayne! Kill Vayne! Kill her, kill her is victory!"

A group of strong men aggressively chased away the slender figure hidden in the darkness at the end of the jungle trail.

"Hasak!"

"The ignorant are doomed!"

A voice rides the wind, a shadow hides in the dark...

"Dispatch in the dark!" The slender figure holding a holy silver giant crossbow spit out four words without emotion, and the figure disappeared completely in an instant.

"Let's hunt those who fall into the darkness!"

"DoubleKill!"

"TribleKill!"

"UltraKill!"

Inside the canyon, a **** figure stood proudly. She looked at the enemy lying beside her, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "If you want to attack me, try boxing with the shadow!"

"One library!"

"Shutdown!"

"Blindness in both eyes does not affect my pursuit of the enemy at all!"

Dialect manipulated the blind monk, and finally stood on the last battlefield. He smiled and released his mouse and keyboard. The picture on the screen also instantly shifted to the direction of his own crystal. And then shattered.

"Defeat!"

Another voice came from the computer speakers, and the dialect breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at the other three people next to him and asked, "Are you still coming?"

"I won't come, I haven't fought for a long time, and I won't fight anymore!" Feng Wenyuan waved his hands back, and turned his chair around at the same time.

"It doesn't matter, it's just entertainment, just be happy." Qian Hui said, taking out a few more bottles of water from the box next to him and placing it in front of the four of them.

"How are you doing now?" Fang Yan asked, unscrewing the bottle cap, looking up and taking a sip.

"It's okay, it's a junior year, we should also plan how to go to the society." Feng Wenyuan replied,

"Well, yes, I have a mind and consciousness. I said that the people in our dormitory can't play the alliance anymore." Dialect replied with a smile.

"It's alright, at least the level of the plastic group can be guaranteed, but for the sake of future life, maybe I can only maintain the level of the plastic group in the future!" Huang Shang said with a smile, but he inevitably showed a hint of sigh.

"What are you going to do in the future, where do you want to go?" Fang Yan asked, then glanced at Qian Hui who wanted to speak, and said, "Don't interrupt, we all know your situation."

"I don't know whether to stay in Beijing or go home. I want to go back, but Xiaoyu is here, but in general, my family wants me to take the civil service exam, and I want to do something interesting. "Feng Wenyuan thought for a while and said.

"Let's take the postgraduate entrance examination. My family wants me to read more books, but it's a bit difficult. I can only do my best. Even if I don't pass the exam, I can learn a little more, and I can use it when I find a job in the future." Huang Shanghui road.

"It's good to have an idea, it's good to think about it, the two of you, not bad, great guy!" Dialect said in the tone of praising the younger generation from the elders. Then he saw that the momentum was a little wrong, so he stopped it. After the sound was heard, he coughed twice and said, "Okay, it's almost time to play mahjong in the living room."

"it is good!"

An indifferent applause sounded abruptly, and the dialect was so frightened that he shivered, looking at Qian Jianhui who jumped up beside him with a helpless face.

"Cough, I'm going to take out the mahjong first. You all go to the living room to wait." Qian Jianhui said to the three of them, then stopped and asked, "What about punishment? Old rules?"

"It's the old rules, we haven't played mahjong much since Xiao Yanzi left. There are always three missing one." Feng Wenyuan replied, blinking faintly at Huang Shang and Qian Jianhui next to him.

"Okay! Old rules, the loser sticks a sticker!"

Qian Jianhui lengthened his voice and replied, and at the same time gave Feng Wenyuan a faint wink, but as everyone knew, these were all seen in the eyes of the dialects that had been honed many times.

With a helpless smile, the dialect also walked out slowly, and then sat quietly beside the mahjong table...