Chapter 182 The first player in the national server
Turn sideways and let go of the fist swung by the short man on the left.
Yunxi grabbed the other person's collar and pulled him down, then raised his knee and hit the other person's stomach hard.
The little man made a growl in his throat, threw his cramped stomach to the side, and kept vomiting.
Turning around, Yunxi threw an uppercut and knocked down the guy on the right.
She grabbed Huang Mao who was rushing behind her and threw her over her shoulder beautifully. Huang Mao was thrown onto the bluestone floor like a sack.
The whole journey takes less than two minutes.
The four guys were lying or sitting, all of them losing the ability to fight back.
Tang Zimo stood on the bluestone floor and was petrified on the spot.
Raising her hand to tuck her messy hair behind her ears, Yun Xi calmly smoothed the turned-up hem of her long skirt.
"roll!"
The four people helped each other get up and ran away without even daring to let go.
Turning around, Yun Xi stepped on high heels and walked up to Tang Zimo.
"Before you reach this level of training, if you dare to fight with others again, I will cripple you first."
Her tone was calm but dignified.
Facing her dark eyes, Tang Zimo felt a chill down his back unconsciously.
That look in his eyes made Tang Zimo unconsciously think of his most feared third uncle, Tang Si.
Seeing Yun Xi turn around and leave, Tang Zimo hurriedly picked up his schoolbag and chased after Yun Xi.
"Sister-in-law, I didn't mean to lose my temper with you just now."
When Yunxi arrived at the Tang family, Tang Zimo was still a little kid.
My favorite thing to do is to follow Yunxi as a little follower.
The relationship between the two is more like that of brother and sister.
In the Tang family, what Tang Zimo listened to most was Yun Xi's words.
It was just this year that Yunxi had a conflict with Tang Si and left the Tang family.
Tang Zimo also entered a rebellious period, his temper gradually became withdrawn, and the relationship between the two gradually became distant.
Yunxi stopped and turned to him: "Didn't you say that I am not your sister-in-law now?"
Tang Zimo lowered his head: "That's what I said in anger!"
"Don't call me sister-in-law from now on."
Thinking she was really angry, Tang Zimo was busy showing his loyalty.
"Sister-in-law, I am really angry. It's not that I disown you. Even if grandpa drives you out of the Tang family, you will always be my sister-in-law!"
Yunxi rolled her eyes back at him.
"I'm dating your third uncle. From now on, you have to call me third aunt!"
Tang Zimo:......
The world is changing a bit fast.
His eyes fell on the young man's handsome face, and Yunxi's tone softened as he recalled all the events in his past life.
"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."
The two walked out of the alley together and came to a nearby barbecue restaurant.
Putting the raw meat on the grill, Yunxi stared at the young man's face across the table.
In his previous life, in order to get the Tang family, Tang Zichen teamed up with Fu Nanjin to get rid of Tang Si, but Tang Zimo discovered the clues.
Tang Zimo wrote several emails to her, but Yunxi didn't see them at all because he was on a mission abroad.
Knowing that Tang Zimo had discovered his secret, Tang Zichen teamed up with Fu Nanjin to make Tang Zimo addicted to drugs.
Even if she comes back later to help him quit drugs.
Tang Zimo's body and brain have been destroyed by drugs and there is no way to recover.
Thinking of all the things in his past life, Yunxi couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
"Zimo, I'm sorry!"
Tang Zimo was startled when he saw her eye circles were red and she seemed to be about to cry.
"Sister-in-law, you...what are you doing?"
Noticing that he was a little out of sorts, Yunxi adjusted his mood, picked up a piece of roasted meat and put it in his bowl.
"Then...your favorite beef tongue!"
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
"You still call me sister-in-law?"
"Thank you, third aunt!"
"That's pretty much it." Yunxi put down the chopsticks in his hand, took out the prepared study plan from his bag and handed it to him, "I have already agreed with your mother that from today on, I will be responsible for your study. This is what I have prepared for you.
The review schedule you prepared."
Tang Zimo glanced at the schedule she handed over.
Written clearly in black and white.
1. Memorize 20 words every day;
2. Memorize one piece of classical Chinese every day;
3. One Chinese and English composition each week
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The roast meat in Tang Zimo's mouth suddenly lost its aroma.
"Third Aunt, you are not reviewing here, you are trying to kill me."
Yunxi put the schedule in his hand.
"If you study hard, I will help you convince your mother to let you participate in e-sports competitions, sponsor you to form your own team, and... I will also help your team find a professional coach - the number one in the national server
Players are living in a dream!"
At first, Tang Zimo was a little disapproving.
When he heard the three words "Meng Fu Sheng", the young man's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Do you know Meng Fusheng?"
Everyone who plays "First Front" knows the name Meng Fusheng.
Ranked first in the national server, the only player with a 100% winning rate.
The low-key and mysterious Meng Fusheng is a legend among players.
Even Tang Zimo, whose eyes are higher than his head, regards the other party as an idol.
Yunxi held his chin with both hands and spoke calmly.
"Log in to your mobile game and take a look."
Tang Zimo took out his mobile phone from his body and opened "The First Front".
As soon as you enter the page, the system pops up a prompt.
"Meng Fusheng applies to add you as a friend."
Tang Zimo's pupils were shocked.
Yunxi raised his right hand and stretched it into the air: "Deal?"
Tang Zimo raised his right hand and hit her palm with his palm: "Deal!"
Retracting his palm, Yunxi took the cup and took a sip of the drink.
On the opposite side, Tang Zimo couldn't control his curiosity.
"Sister-in-law, no, third aunt, how do you know Meng Fusheng? Is he a boy or girl, how old is he, and what does he do?"
"Want to know?"
"I want it, I really want it!"
"Okay." Yun Xi smiled back at him, "Whenever you get into the top 50 of your grade, I will call Meng Fusheng over and let you see it with your own eyes."
"Is it okay if I'm in the top 100 of my grade?"
"Don't bargain!"
"Fifty is fifty!"
Tang Zimo took the rice bowl, grabbed his chopsticks and ate.
After the meal, Yunxi drove Tang Zimo himself back to the villa where he and his mother lived.
The car stopped outside the door of the villa. Yunxi turned her face inadvertently and saw the small garden of the villa at a glance.
Tang Zimo's mother, Ye Qingwan, holds a sword in her hand and is practicing sword dancing seriously.
"Hua Qiniang" has many fighting scenes in "The Journey of Jin Yi Xing", and it is obvious that she is preparing for this scene.
"Did you see that?" Yunxi raised her chin in the direction of the garden, "Your mother is still working so hard at her age. Are you embarrassed to break the jar?"
Tang Zimo turned his face, stared at his mother in the garden, whose training clothes were soaked with sweat, and pursed his thin lips.
"Sister-in-law, if I try hard now, is it really too late?"
"It's never too late to work hard." Yunxi raised his right hand and supported the young man's strong shoulders, "I believe you have the strength."
Tang Zimo got out of the car with a smile, waved to her, turned and walked into the villa door.
Yunxi sat in the driver's seat and watched Ye Qingwan practicing in the backyard for a moment. Without disturbing her, she started the car and drove out of the villa area.
After practicing a set of swords, Ye Qingwan wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel and prepared to go back to the bedroom to take a shower.
Passing by her son's room, she noticed the light coming from the ajar door. She stopped and looked through the crack in the door.
Tang Zimo, who goes home every day to either play games or sleep, actually sits at the table and does his homework.
Looking at her son's focused side face, Ye Qingwan felt happy and her eyes turned red.