Chapter 811: 450 Chapter 811: 450 The smog-filled internet cafe was bustling with noise.
It was already ten o’clock at night, and so gars were fully engaged, staring blankly at their screens, mouths slightly agape, as the characters on the screen wobbled gently.
The second season of “Who is the Champion” had begun broadcasting to much fanfare, with the Rong City television station boasting about earning the broadcast rights.
To secure the rights for the second season, the Rong City television station rescheduled the program to a pri ti slot and even shared a portion of the advertising revenue with Fang Cheng Studio, which made Fang Cheng sigh for a long ti.
The popular gaming show kept “Quiet Cultivation” at the peak of its popularity, and its intense confrontational elents made it a favorite for internet cafe battles, with seven out of every ten computers playing it.
As soon as he walked in, the internet cafe manager habitually said, “Welco,” but upon seeing who had co in, his face showed a look of alarm.
“Dean of Discipline, what brings you here?”
As a veteran educator with many years of teaching under his belt, Huang Ping’s father-in-law can’t be said to have taught students far and wide, but he had certainly twisted a fair number of students’ ears.
The manager in front of him was one of them, and now the sight of the man still made his ears throb and he involuntarily straightened up.
Glancing sideways at a spot not far away, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
Tomorrow is the weekend, so there were particularly many students in the cafe today, several of whom were obviously from nearby schools, signaling an impending storm of blood and gore.
While contemplating how to get these people to leave quickly, he heard the Dean of Discipline let out a cold huff, “Am I not allowed to co?”
At those words, the manager felt his knees go weak, and he wished he could kneel down and wish the Dean an early happy new year.
“Of course you can, it’s just…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t go inside. These are my two friends, let them in. I’ll just sit at the door for a while.”
“You’d better go inside. If you’re at the door, no one dares to co in,” the manager said with a mournful face. “You were known as ‘God Jiang’ before, and if you stay here, you really beco the God of the doorway.”
With a gloomy face, he logged the other two in, and the manager glanced at one of them, feeling sowhat familiar.
However, before he could rember where he’d seen him, the two walked inside and began checking the spots one by one.
Scratching his head, the manager couldn’t recall where he had seen the man and rely sat back down, staring blankly at the Dean of Discipline standing by the door.
The wait felt like an eternity…
anwhile, Huang Ping and Monkey were slowly searching through the rows of computers until they quickly found their target.
Their target was already a senior in high school, now of age, but his fra looked quite frail, more like that of a freshman.
There was a bottle of five-yuan iced tea in front of him, and the fried rice beside him had been eaten halfway. He probably planned to save the rest for midnight hunger.
The short guy with glasses was entirely sunken into the sofa behind him. There was no sparkle in his eyes behind the lenses; instead, they reflected the ghostly light from the screen.
Several people stood behind him, admiring his gaplay, occasionally letting out suppressed exclamations of wonder.
Soon, the internet cafe was filled with a voice, “Fuck, lost again!”
A tattooed youth with a cigarette between his lips stood up and walked over to stand in front of Glasses, then stared at him intently.
Glasses, anwhile, put down the mouse and turned to look at the tall and brawny young man, his face devoid of any smile.
After a few seconds, the youth suddenly raised his hand and forcefully tussled Glasses’ ssy hair.
“You’re pretty good, kid! I learned a few tricks and thought I’d give you a good thrashing, never expected you to win. Alright, I had fun today, you keep the cash.”
“Thanks, Mr. Kun,” Glasses said softly, then obediently took the hundred yuan from him.
“It’s getting late, I’ll take off. The rest of you, don’t pick on him, alright?”
After another hair ruffle, the tattooed youth seed in a good mood, humming a tune as he left the place, only to freeze in alarm at the door.
“Fuck, God Jiang! You really turned into the God of the doorway! Ow!”
The commotion at the door was not significant, and with the clicking sounds of “dance group” and the audio from a movie playing in the background, it did not alert those inside.
Glasses carefully stashed the money away, his smile fading as he once again beca engrossed in the world of the ga.
“What were they doing just now?” Huang Ping whispered to Monkey.
“Gambling,” Monkey whispered back. “It’s quite common, happens with every competitive ga, back in the day I’d make so extra cash in the cafes. Simple to play, easy money, until Coach Lin pulled away and I stopped doing it.”
“How good is that student?”
“He could take on ten Liu Beis with no problem.”
“That impressive?” Huang Ping asked, surprised.
“Yep, pretty much on par with Wang, maybe just a tad weaker.”
Hearing this assessnt, Huang Ping suddenly felt the player wasn’t that impressive.
But the comparison also made him wonder if he himself was a tad too weak.
After watching for a while longer, Monkey took a computer opposite Glasses and asked Huang Ping to pass a ssage for him.
“Ten yuan a ga, let’s practice together. It’s half past ten now; let’s play until midnight.”
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