Chase Game

Ling Yi waited by the playground for a while and saw the teacher leave with the ball. Zhang Qiang and the others also dispersed.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, the surrounding crowd dispersed.

Zhang Qiang was taking off his spikes and putting them away when he put on a pair of sneakers.

"What was the result?"

Zhang Qiang replied, "What else can we do? The coach slammed the ball down. We'll get it back after class."

He continued, indignantly:

"That son of a bitch, it's all that kid's fault. I didn't even touch him and he fell over. He's such a weakling, and he even turned around and accused me of tripping him. What a load of bull..."

As he continued cursing, Zhang Qiang finished packing his things, stood up, and asked Ling Yi:

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

"You forgot your 2 PM class?"

Zhang Qiang slapped his forehead and said, "Oh my god, I was so angry I lost my mind. I was just about to go online..."

"You're skipping class?"

"Hehe, I'm going. You can answer the questions for me later."

"Call me father."

"Tch, help me or don't, I don't care."

Zhang Qiang is a sportsman. According to him, he is a sports genius and uses all his brainpower on game tactics and games, leaving no room for academic studies.

Zhang Qiang may seem unreliable, but Ling Yi, who grew up with him, knows that this guy is sensible, decisive, and has top-notch execution ability. He's practically a top-notch Bruce!

Ahem... something seems off, but in general, Zhang Qiang is a special kind of talent whose personality matches his abilities.

The two walked together until they reached a fork in the road and parted ways. Zhang Qiang wanted to go out of school to go online, while Ling Yi wanted to go to the teaching building for class.

Ling Yi turned his head to greet him, but saw Zhang Qiang grinning at him.

He had a bad feeling...

"brother……"

"Stop! Don't call me brother, I'm broke."

Well, there's no need to say goodbye now. Ling turned around and left.

In his haste, Zhang Qiang grabbed Ling Yi's arm, his face full of apologetic smiles:

"Brother, can I call you brother? Just lend me twenty!"

"No, I already have a younger sister, I don't need a younger brother."

"Miaomiao is Miaomiao, and I am me. I'm not fighting you for the family fortune. I'm asking you for twenty now, what about our brotherhood?"

"Why didn't you show any brotherhood when you sold me to the literary society?"

Zhang Qiang was taken aback upon hearing this, not out of guilt, but after glancing around, he lowered his voice and said bitterly:

"They're all women. I'm a good man and I don't fight with women. Otherwise, I would never betray my brothers, even if it meant going through fire and water!"

And that girl… what was her name again? I think her surname was Shen. Anyway, I'm not lying to you, she really is a beauty. I'm doing this for my brother's happiness.

"Does that mean I should thank you?"

Ling Yi stared at Zhang Qiang in disbelief, thinking to herself, "How can this guy be so shameless?"

Zhang Qiang spoke with righteous indignation:

"Oh, that's too formal. We're brothers, just give me twenty to tide me over!"

Ling Yi laughed:

"You bastard, you said you'd lend it to me before, but now you've made up some excuse and it's become a 'gift'."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. I only have fifteen in my pocket, take it or leave it."

"Yes, yes, yes, you're my real brother!"

Zhang Qiang, with a fawning expression, quickly took the money from Ling Yi's hand, said a few more nice words, and then left.

Actually, Zhang Qiang's family wasn't poor, and he had a considerable amount of living expenses, but this guy just spent money recklessly without any plan, making him a typical spendthrift.

Ling Yi has always held the attitude that "he deserves it."

Sometimes, if Zhang Qiang was persuaded by his persistent pleading and happened to have some spare change in his pocket, he would give it to him, but he didn't expect him to pay it back.

He walked towards the teaching building using the memory of his legs, but his mind was preoccupied with other things.

This is Ling Yi's habit: to think about things while walking.

After playing the game last night, he stepped into a brand new world as a player, and he was naturally excited.

However, when interacting with non-players, this excitement must be kept a secret in his heart. This is not to say that Ling Yi wants to show off or perform in front of others.

Rather, it was the constant shifts in his identity that created a sense of disconnect for him.

The Chase Game Association is like the Chu River and Han Border on a chessboard, precisely separating the world of the chase game from the real world.

Although they appear to be clearly distinct, their integration is actually the inevitable trend.

The example is—

Located in a bustling city, the branch headquarters boasts modern management.

And the neighbor who might kick down your security door one day.

Of course, these are just Ling Yi's own feelings.

He's just a newbie or a newbie right now. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. He just needs to survive and develop.

If the tide of the "big trend" really comes one day, being able to keep yourself from being swept away is a victory.

As he was thinking, he arrived at the classroom. There weren't many people there yet, but more and more were arriving.

He found a seat in the third row by the window, because the back row was where the teacher would focus their attention, and this seat was just right—it wouldn't draw attention to him, nor would it be too close to the teacher.

The moment I sat down on the stool, my phone started beeping.

Clicking on the green bubble reveals an unread message from a contact whose profile picture is a cute anime girl and whose nickname is "Four-Legged Gold-Eating Beast".

[Bro, get some coins!]

Ling Yi: ? ? ?

Amazing! He just had a "younger brother" who managed to steal fifteen yuan from him, and now his "younger sister" has arrived too.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

[Ling Miaomiao, have you run out of money?]

[I haven't used it all, so it's not enough. Can you lend me two thousand first? If all goes well, I can pay you back the day after tomorrow, hehe.]

[Hehe, what if things don't go smoothly?]

[Nothing will go wrong! At worst, I'll calculate the interest for you (heartbreaking)]

Is this about money? I'm asking you, what does a middle school student need so much money for?

[This is a secret for now. Just tell me if you're lending it to me or not. If not, I'll go find someone else!]

Ling was speechless for a moment, and felt a headache coming on.

After their mother passed away, their father was often away for work and difficult to contact. He would usually transfer their living expenses to their bank account, which Lingyi would then manage.

Since Ling Miaomiao lived at school, Ling Yi gave her a week's worth of living expenses and pocket money in advance.

So when Ling Miaomiao is short of money, the first person she thinks of is definitely him. If he doesn't give her money, it's hard to say where that girl will get the money.

"Sigh, they're such a worry."

Ling Yi sighed and transferred the money to Ling Miaomiao's card, but warned her repeatedly not to misuse it. Ling Miaomiao agreed to everything and kept calling him "good brother".

There was nothing he could do; she was his only family member, and she was his sister. It was like having only one cabbage in a vegetable garden. If he didn't take good care of her, she might get eaten by a pig and he wouldn't even know where to cry.

However, he also considered that Miaomiao had always been sensible and wouldn't waste money.

And she's clever; she only dares to give things away when she can deceive others and others can't deceive her.

If it were someone else, like Zhang Qiang, even if he gave him fifteen yuan, it would depend on whether Ling Yi was in a good mood at the time.

Zhang Qiang, who was pushing up the high ground, sneezed, thinking that Ling Yi must be cursing him again...