Break through the steam game library

After ringing the bell, the classmates rushed to the cafeteria, Su Xiang returned to the seat in a haunting manner. There was still a little paint on the edge of her lips that was not wiped clean, and it still looked like poisoned.

Lu Zhengkang took out the handkerchief, moistened it with drinking water, and wiped her face carefully.

"Bad, I found you are not so bad." The little girl's mouth was covered behind the handkerchief, but she didn't delay her speech.

Lu Zhengkang held her chin and complained, "Stop talking, I won't be able to wipe it clean if I move it."

“I’m going to say that I’m idle when my mouth is idle, so I might as well talk, badass, go to that video store on weekends and want to eat noodles.”

"Eat, eat, you must eat it, like a pig."

"What do you know! I am tasting the sacrament! Great cooking, giving us His sacred body, allowing us to understand the mystery of steam and starch."

"Steam? Okay, okay, I won't discuss this with you. Wipe it clean and go to eat. If there is a'Holy Supper' in the cafeteria, you can try it quickly and stop being greedy."

"Then you have to eat together."

"I want to eat rice bowls, not noodles."

Lu Zhengkang said so, but in the end he held a bowl of noodles in the cafeteria and started talking.

He utterly spoken out to Su Xiangli, a believer in Fei Mian teaching, "Well, suck, if, if there is a Fei Tian noodle god in the world, then his body must be covered with a layer of sacred oil!"

"Nonsense! Great'cooking' must love tomato scrambled eggs!" Su Xiangli said that you are a heretic and you are not allowed to distort the doctrine.

"It's said that'cooking' was the first spaghetti. It is indeed the miracle that often came with the two saints, tomatoes and cheese." Lu Zhengkang muttered, "But when the gods and ghosts come to China, they get their surnames. If the noodle god goes to Guanzhong Province for further training, there will definitely be a variant of noodles. Therefore, Youbo Lazi is also a saint."

"Youbolaizi, Youbolaizi, it's definitely not delicious." Su Xiangli was disgusted, and planned to unilaterally deny Youbolaizi's religious status.

Lu Zhengkang rolled a roll of noodles, "Come on, open your mouth, ah--"

Su Xiangli leaned back, "No, it's definitely not delicious, ah, um..." She rebelled symbolically, but Lu Zhengkang still fed the noodles into her mouth.

"how about it?"

"Cough, it's so spicy. Um, hiss——" Su Xiangli sucked and drooled, "It's so spicy! Take it away."

Lu Zhengkang curled his mouth and slurped the noodles by himself. After a while, Su Xiangli looked at Lu Zhengkang's bowl with Yu Guang.

"Again, give me another taste."

"It's gone, it's too much? Not too much!" Lu Zhengkang picked up the bowl and pulled.

"stingy!"

Su Xiang put down his bowl angrily, and went to the restaurant window to ask for a bowl of oily noodles.

"Can you finish eating so much? You have to write a review if you can't finish it." Lu Zhengkang said coldly.

Su Xiangli was stunned, the oil-spattered noodles in his hand suddenly no longer fragrant.

Chapter 438: The boiled blessings of feelings, the saint's oily spice shines on the world

In order to prevent Su Xiangli from writing a review, our student Lu Zhengkang, who is full of humanitarian care, ate the rest of the noodles for her, and strongly praised the blessing and deliciousness of'cooking'.

In a blink of an eye, on the weekend, Zhang Yingxuan was taken by Zhou Ping to the New District Central Library to do homework. Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli led the robot to take the capsule train to the Luoshan New District. What is more interesting is that the train said the Luoshan New District as After arriving in Luoshan New District, a middle-aged man in the same car called the Transportation Bureau to complain.

Linhai District and Luoshan District are far apart, and the climates of the two places are different. It is obviously warmer here. It was half cloudy and half sunny at 10:30 in the morning, and the clouds were blown into broken quilts by the high winds. The locks are distinct, and the edges are dazzled by the sun.

Su Xiangli looked up at Lu Zhengkang's hair and looked up, "What's so nice about the cloud."

"Do you think they look like quilts?"

"But the cloud is water vapor."

"Oh, can the hot water vapor be used as a quilt cover?"

"I don't know, but I want to give it a try. It sounds so interesting, isn't it like steamed buns?"

Lu Zhengkang thought about Su Xiangli's brain circuit and found that it is indeed possible. The high air temperature is low, and the clouds are white again. They don't absorb heat much. If such clouds form on the ground, they will inevitably be very hot.

At that time, instead of covering the quilt, you will be tortured.

"You are really disappointed." Lu Zhengkang disliked.

Su Xiangli was furious, "This is called the scientific literacy of citizens!"

At this time, an unknown security robot passing by gave Su Xiangli a thumbs up.

"Thank you, hehe." The little girl was silly for a while.

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, holding her small paw, "Go, take the bus."

I followed the satellite map navigation all the way, changed cars three times, and walked hundreds of meters. Seeing that the surrounding scenery is getting more and more strange, the tall buildings are still tall buildings, but they are all old and old. I am used to seeing buildings covered with glass screens. Such a house brushed with lime slurry inevitably has a sense of incongruity that travels through time and space.It's like seeing the gravel inlaid in a mirror, which is very abrupt.

This is an urban village, which is still a city in name, but in fact it is an area where first-level social credit personnel gather. It is different from Lu Xuefeng’s status. They have real estate certificates and their houses are not classified into agricultural areas, so they can Staying in the city, you just can't find a job, you can only connect into communities and lead a closed and self-sufficient life.

After entering here, people come and go on the street, the style is very different, almost all old men and old ladies are exercising and wandering, there are also some walking birds, playing chess, drinking water and sighing tea, leisurely and simple, and there are not half of the robots shuttled here. Surprising, it's just going back in time.

In fact, this is a country for the elderly. Basically, the elders who don’t want to go to nursing homes and don’t have children to support, even the roadside trees are old stuff, lush and lush, with large shades under the canopy, and deck chairs on the ground. And tables and stools, want to come is a good place to enjoy the cool.

"Is there really a video rental room here?" Su Xiangli scratched her head, she rushed to a Tai Chi master to ask for directions.

The old man's age is eighty or ninety. His ears are definitely not working well, and he didn't wear hearing aids. I was afraid that he would turn his ears off if he didn't even light firecrackers on his waist.

The old man squinted his eyes and raised his leg abruptly. He said that people don't use their muscles and bones for energy, but the soles of his feet are all up to the top of his head. The speed is like lightning, which can actually scare two or three passers-by.

Su Xiang sat down on her ass. She was really a little confused. As soon as the old man lifted his leg, she felt a strong wind hitting her in front of her. Seeing that the old man was standing there alone, the supporting legs were thin. Like a stalk, a pair of kung fu pants dangling like shivering, if he could not stand still and fell down, it would really kill him.

Lu Zhengkang ran over to help Su Xiangli. He had already asked the location of the video store. What he had to do now was to stay away from the old man, and don't influence others to gain power...

After walking for dozens of steps, the little girl was in shock, "There are really martial arts masters! I thought Grandpa was lying to me."

"That's not a master of martial arts, that's an old man of Tai Chi." Lu Zhengkang gestured, "A master of martial arts can fly over the wall, and squat down is like a roundabout kick."

"Huh, how do you know?"

Martial arts dramas are really not something that Lu Zhengkang can come into contact with now. They are all "historical materials". He knows that his brother and Baiyangyang are really following him. He can't say some nonsense like peeking, so he blames: "Because I am a master of martial arts, use the nunchaku, hum ha ha!"

"Hey, you listen to the old songs, you are so stupid." Su Xiangli frowned, Lu Zhengkang sang this song that her grandfather liked.

Lu Zhengkang curled his lips, thinking that in my previous life, it was a popular song that was popular all over the country back then, "This is called feelings, don't you understand?"

"Ha ha."

Student Xiaolu was ridiculed by a haha ​​and his style of painting has changed. He walked up under the big sun like a ghost, and his heart was full of melancholy. This feeling is like fate. Anyone who understands understands or does not understand. People who are too lazy to explain to him, the subtle feeling is like looking back three hundred times in the crowd in exchange for a four-eyed face, a small heart pounding like an electric shock.

Just like Lu Zhengkang now walks into the small broken audiovisual store hidden in the corner of the residential building, the dirty tiled floor, the cramped room, the shelves are stacked with records and discs, and the fat man wearing an undershirt behind the counter The boss peeled the pine nuts, drank the energy drink, and stared at the computer screen. For a moment, the background music was released.