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He is the only one living in the entire building left by his parents. The residential building outside the yard has already turned off the lights and fell asleep. Looking across the street, there are only lights on at the end of the intersection.

The road is still this road, the street is still this street, nothing has changed.

The neighbor's dog still barks when he smells him passing by, and the dilapidated street lamp on the street should be off.

Perhaps the only thing that changed was Yang Le.

At the end of the street, there were several night markets with good business. Yang Le came to the front of a convenience store that he patronized. Sitting behind the counter was Boss Sun, who was still half-headed.

Yang Le knocked on the counter: "Old Sun, come to pack Ruan Yuxi and add a lighter."

Old Sun, who looked down at his phone, looked up and found that it was Yang Le. He was a little surprised: "Xiao Le, come out so late."

Yang Le twisted his eyebrows and said, "I have told you several times whether it is music or not."

"It's not all the same on paper."

"The meaning is different."

"You scholars really like to be particular."

Yang Le is too lazy to talk nonsense with him, "Ruan Yuxi, add a lighter, hurry up."

Old Sun was even more surprised: "When did your kid start smoking?"

"You hurry up, you love to sell or not." Yang Le was already a little impatient, he hadn't found Old Man Sun talking so much before.

"OK, take it, and scan the code yourself."

After getting the cigarette, Yang Le skillfully unpacked it and took out one to ignite. After taking a sharp breath, he suddenly coughed loudly and uncontrollably.

"I said you guys can't smoke, you still install it, and you won't return it."

After the pain of coughing up from his lungs, Yang Le was so uncomfortable that two tears were squeezed out of his eyes.

He forgot that he never smokes in this world, and his body is not used to the smell of tobacco. He suddenly took a big mouthful, and the hot pain was filling his chest with the smell of smoke.

"Just quit, smoking is harmful to health."

Yang Leqiang held back his spiritual addiction to cigarettes, but was unwilling to throw away the pack of cigarettes in his hand, so he had to put it into his trouser pocket.

"Come on, the bottle is wide, I want ice."

Yang Le leaned on the counter, pretending to be inattentive, asking Boss Sun for news: "What's the news lately?"

When it comes to topics that he likes to be good at, Boss Sun’s eyes suddenly light up, “What news do you want to listen to.”

"casual."

"Azi, who lives in Building 12 across the road from you, just got engaged a few days ago. As a result, she went outside and put a green hat on the family at home, and her stomach was killed. She was so angry that she was so angry that she directly found someone to take the society. Xiao Huangmao's three legs were interrupted. I heard that after the police arrived that day..."

Yang Le immediately interrupted him: "Who wants to listen to your gossip."

"Aren't you talking casually."

"Forget it." Yang Le paid the money and turned around and left.

Seeing Boss Sun's appearance, he probably had a bottom in his heart.

"Hey hey!" Boss Sun hurriedly stopped him: "Last time I told you about my daughter, what do you think?"

Yang Le didn't look back: "You'd better find him a good man again, I'm afraid she will turn your shop off after knowing that you came to pull the red line with me."

"Then you shouldn't think about it, it's a young man in his twenties."

"Two hundred I don't want to talk about it."

"You..." Boss Sun was speechless for a while, helplessly staring at Yang Le's back further and further away, only feeling that today's Yang Le seems to be different from the past.

The biggest difference is that his shrugged shoulders are straight now, and the slippers that he wears on his feet no longer make annoying friction with the ground, and his walking posture is more than before. Confident.

It gave Boss Sun the feeling that he had jumped to Bensan society from an adult.

"This kid... really knows how to pretend."

After coming to the street and looking for a night market to sit down and order a few dishes at random, Yang Le habitually took out his mobile phone and started visiting the forum.

"The world's first kill!!The video of "Xiao", the Chinese guild, successfully killed the puppet's porch boss Gedori!

Clicking in and taking a look, the homepage of the post is indeed a front high-definition uncoded full-body picture of Wang Cong, and there is also a chat record between him and the interviewer.

The general content is nothing more than:

"Why are you so dio?"

"I'm so dio!"

Coupled with the wonderful operation of his team in the 20% blood grid in the video, it can be said that he installed a very perfect B.

Continuing to pull down, it is the hottest topic currently discussed

"The mysterious giant in the tower of the sky cannot be defeated by horror and defense!

As Wang Cong killed Ge Daoli, within less than half a day, many guilds smashed their blood and forcefully broke through the doorway of the doll and entered the middle level of the Sky Tower.

The stone giant tower contains countless huge stone giants. As the name suggests, the surface of these stone giants is covered with a layer of extremely hard stone armor. Physical attacks on it hardly lose blood. Only magical attacks can wipe off a layer. Little poor blood skin.

Facing this kind of monster with almost no solution and no skills needed, the major wasteland guilds seemed to be in trouble again.

However, only difficulties can inspire people's desire to conquer. There are countless posts discussing how to break the Golem's defenses. The forum leaders seem to need no sleep 24 hours a day.

Scrolling down, most of the discussions are about some simple questions in Yang Le's eyes, but Yang Le has no idea to answer. Information is often more valuable than any top equipment in a new game. Yang Le does not need to go. Smash your own job.

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Warmly celebrate the victory of the 19th National Congress of the Party and firmly support the leadership of the Communist Party of China.

Chapter 017: Night Market

Looking at it all the way, the forum still has the same taste, a little bit less hostile, and the discussion is still some "old-fashioned" content.

Yang Le was eating supper, feeling a little booing in his heart.

Just one day later, his destiny has undergone an earth-shaking turn, and things are impermanent. That's how it is said.

With less than half of the time left in the summer vacation, Yang Le no longer has to work hard for his tuition and living expenses. He became rich overnight, and let the string that had been tense in his heart loosen, and the long-term life pressure was holding back. The breath finally eased, as if the muscles and bones all over his body were in a state of soreness after exercise.

Cool!