Finally, Deng Deyou drove Chujiu and I home, and loaded the dusty 21-inch picture tube color TV set in the guest room into the car.
"Boss Deng is very open and bright. I didn't expect such a big color TV to be left at home."
On the way back to school, Chujiu excitedly touched the TV set next to the seat and giggled.
I thought Deng Deyou would have at most a 14-inch black and white TV to spare, but he didn't expect it to be the largest color TV on the market.
"I'm very cool and I haven't seen the world. Come to my house to watch TV in a while. I asked your uncle Jing Fei to import a 32-inch large color TV for me from the United States."
Deng Deyou proudly boasted to us that the large color TV set Jing Fei bought for him was made of plasma technology, not this big-butt shape. This technology does not yet exist in China.
Deng Deyou helped move the color TV to our dormitory, which caused quite a stir. Soon, word spread in the dormitory building that there was a NTU color TV in dormitory 206.
With Chujiu's excellent attitude of promising to do whatever he asked, Deng Deyou hummed a little tune and left the school happily.
It is definitely a truth that there is strength in numbers. More than a dozen people came from the neighbors. They talked to each other, and the game console was successfully connected to the TV without even taking out the instructions.
"Line up! Line up! Everyone has a share, everyone can play."
The ninth day of the month is like a proud rooster, holding its head high to signal everyone to start playing games in an orderly manner.
What Niu Niu bought for us was a 32-in-1 overseas version of the game card.
The first game in the game card is "Tank Wars 1990".
I only played for a few minutes before throwing the game controller to Zhang Feng, who was already impatient.
In these few minutes, I found the rules of the game. There are 20 enemy tanks in each level. If the base with the eagle icon is shot, or all the tanks are destroyed by the enemy, the game will fail.
As long as you operate your own tank, hide behind the steel plate wall above the base, control the direction keys, press and fire shells continuously, and destroy all computer-controlled enemy tanks, you can pass the level.
For me, this game is a bit too boring. As long as you carefully find the foothold in each level and launch the cannonballs, you will win.
"Holy crap! Can you do it? You can't even defend the base?"
"Zhang Feng, what you do and what you say are completely two extremes, okay?"
"Quick, quick, quick! Play with me. If you don't pass ten levels, I will go back to sleep. I will never compete with you for the controller."
"Oops, I went and died again! Who is down there? Give you the handle."
It was past eleven o'clock at night, and the tank battle in the dormitory was still in full swing.
Chujiu said the rules, after the tank is destroyed, the next person will take over.
There are a total of 20 levels of the game, and everyone in the dormitory took turns playing it several times without passing the level.
Zhiyong and Liu Yang yelled the loudest. They only had a few games on the computer, and they had long been tired of them.
The last moment I remember was around one o'clock at night, when a dozen people cheered and finally reached the final level.
"Holy crap! Do you want to work so hard? Is it just a game?"
When I woke up, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. Chujiu and Zhiyong were still sitting at the desk, holding the controller in their hands and screaming.
"Guo Guo, you don't know that those in the next door dormitory didn't go back until four in the middle of the night. Zhiyong and I finally cleared the tank level and are now playing Contra."
Zhiyong nodded in agreement, this game console is so magical, even though it seems to be a simple level, it will fail if you are not careful.
"You haven't slept all night, aren't you going to go to the city with me?"
Chujiu glanced at Zhiyong and said in a cryptic manner that he was just following along to make soy sauce, and this job was not his area of expertise.
It’s true, Chujiu is good at catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, but Chujiu is really not good at fortune telling and feng shui.
I washed up, prepared to go to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then took the car to the city. The address Uncle Ding told me was a bit far away, in two directions from the school.
"You guys should take a rest early and play a game. Is that enough?"
Before going out, I once again reminded Junior that it was time to take a break. Junior Nine brushed it off, saying that the dormitory had electricity all day long on weekends, so I couldn’t play when I wanted to during class.
After nearly two hours of bus ride, I arrived at a villa area in the south of the city. As expected, rich people like to live in villas in the suburbs.
According to the address given by Uncle Ding, it is easy to find the former president's house.
"Is Zhang Ying at home?"
After ringing the doorbell for a long time, there was no movement in the room, so I had no choice but to bang on the door.
A few minutes later, just when I turned around to leave and sighed that the unlucky person was probably not at home, the door to the room slowly opened.
"Who are you?"
A female voice sounded lazy and helpless.
"Well, I was introduced by President Ding."
The woman inside the door was much younger than I expected, around thirty years old.
At this time, the woman was sleepy-eyed and her long hair was draped lazily and casually.
The reason why I stuttered a bit was because the woman was so bold in her dress.
The woman's lower body is wearing a pair of extremely short shorts. I have only seen this kind of shorts in Hong Kong movies.
The upper body was casually draped with a silk translucent white shirt, and the black bra underneath was faintly visible.
"Oh, come in. I didn't expect the master to be so young."
The woman tilted her head and stared at me for a long time before realizing that I was the capable person next to Uncle Ding.
I followed the woman into the room. Looking at the swaying steps in front of me, I couldn't help but think of the vixen Deng Deyou said.
The woman is indeed beautiful. Even if she has just woken up and has no makeup, her delicate facial features can still be seen.
"You sit down for a while, I'll wash my face and I'll be right back."
The woman smiled apologetically. She had been sleeping late at night recently and rarely woke up so early.
As the woman walked into the bathroom, there was a sound of water, and I began to look around the room.
There is nothing wrong with the living room except that it is a little messy.
"Little brother, what's your name? You're still a baby, right? Why are you keeping your head down? I don't eat people."
After washing, the woman put her hair up, swayed across from me, sat down and crossed her legs, her long white legs a bit dazzling.
"Uh, Qin Feng, Miss Zhang, which aspect do you want me to see? Face reading or palm reading?"
I looked up and saw an obvious bruise on the woman's forehead, which I hadn't noticed before because it was covered by her hair.
"Little brother, just call me Sister Zhang. Miss Zhang sounds awful. I probably bumped into this accidentally last night. I drank too much and I don't remember what happened."
The reason why women are particularly sensitive to their own faces is that I just frowned slightly when I saw the bruise on her forehead, and she noticed it.
"I just heard that there is a powerful master beside President Ding, who is very accurate in fortune telling, so I wanted to ask him to help me with my marriage."