Rebirth and daily cultivation

"Did you do it yourself?" The three female classmates all looked at her in surprise.

Jiang Ning said calmly: "Yeah."

Wang Xue took a sip of the milk tea and marveled at the aroma. At the same time, she also agreed with Jiang Ning's words that they did not sell this kind of milk tea in Wamiao Town.

Ji Yan sipped the milk tea and looked at the cup. She had never thought that Jiang Ning would enjoy it so much.

"Since you asked for milk tea, I'll pay for the billiards tonight." Ji Yan made fists with his hands, and he was cheerful.

She handed over twenty yuan: "Boss, this table is mine."

The boss is a middle-aged woman, and the billiards hall looks like a billiards hall, but inside it is a dark Internet cafe with about a dozen computers.

After she saw Ji Yan, she recognized Ji Yan's identity and smiled enthusiastically: "I'll charge you four yuan an hour."

Ji Yan: "It's okay. Didn't the price increase? It will be calculated according to the price increase, four hours."

Compared with the renovated billiard halls of later generations, group purchases start at least fifteen yuan an hour, and silver legs and golden legs are more than thirty or forty. Today's Wamiao Town is really affordable.

Wang Xue pouted: "Twenty dollars gives you the momentum of two hundred dollars.

However, Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Sister Yan is very generous."

After all, these three pure natural girls are willing to go out to play with them at night. If the price of billiards assistants in later generations is based on it, it will definitely be a high price.

"Still the same old rules, Heiba."

The so-called black eight rule, first of all, there are 16 billiard balls, 1 black and 1 white, 7 single-color balls, and 7 double-color balls. Whoever finishes his own balls first and then puts the black ball into the hole wins.

Jiang Ning: "Sure."

So Ji Yan put the hot milk tea on the billiard table next to her, picked up the stick and teed off.

Wang Xue and Li Jing were watching from the sidelines. They were drinking milk tea, had no hands to play, and were not very good at playing.

In the eyes of many people, billiards halls in rural towns are similar to Internet cafes and game arcades. Young gangsters like to smoke. They are places where girls stay and study obediently. They are often not related.

They prefer watching to playing.

Ji Yan's father is Ji Tietou, so she is different from other girls in that she is not afraid of various situations in town, and generally no one bullies her.

Therefore, Ji Yan's billiards skills are very good. Although he is still far from the level of Black Eight, his accuracy is better than ordinary people.

She looked at the now handsome Jiang Ning with a smile on her lips. What would his expression be like if she beat him with billiards?

Ji Yan has not forgotten the scene of being teased by Jiang Ning during lunch.

‘It’s time to come up with some tricks. ’ Ji Yan thought secretly.

Compared with Ji Yan's attention, Jiang Ning played quite happily. He did not use his spiritual consciousness to cheat, and only used less than 10% of his eyesight to poke the ball lazily.

Even so, the balls went into the hole one after another.

Billiards is not a fierce confrontational sport like basketball or football. When playing billiards, when it is the opponent's turn, you can just sit quietly and wait for your opponent's mistakes, so you have a gentlemanly demeanor when playing.

Wang Xue was a little restless. She was outgoing and couldn't hide things in her heart: "Jiang Ning, why don't you call Shen Qing'e?"

In his memory, Jiang Ning used to play with Shen Qing'e every day and even fight for her. It became a legend in the campus at that time.

It's a pity that Jiang Ning lost the fight and had average looks, so girls were not very envious of him.

Jiang Ning answered truthfully: "I shouted, you agree first, too many people are not good."

Wang Xuexin said: 'Jiang Ning, you are a little carefree. ’

She asked again: "Are you and Shen Qing'e not as good as before?"

Because Wang Xue believes that liking is always a must, not an alternative.

Jiang Ning hit the ball into the hole with one stroke, neatly and neatly. He raised the club with his usual expression: "When people grow up, they always change, right?"

Li Jing held milk tea in both hands: "You are getting better, but she has not changed."

Wang Xue looked at Jiang Ning and suddenly felt that his temperament had a certain vicissitude, as if he had gone through endless years of baptism. She said: "Yes, she can be poor or not beautiful, but she cannot be unmotivated."

Jiang Ning grinned: "Harmful."

Li Jing: "It can never stop you from moving towards a more suitable person."

The words between the two of them determined Shen Qing'e's nature.

Ji Yan is addicted to playing ball. She stares at the four single-color balls on the table and a black eight-ball.

A cool smile spread across her brows, and she raised her eyebrows: "I only have the last ball left, do you need to give it up?"

Wang Xue also saw the crisis of the situation. She said: "Ji Yan, aren't you bullying Jiang Ning? Give way?"

Ji Yan shook his head: "Unfortunately, I never play match-fixing."

"No need." Jiang Ning straightened up, carried the club to the front of the stage, and stabbed it down, and the four single-color balls scattered on the stage.

Ji Yan thought Jiang Ning had given up on herself, but in the next second, she saw those scattered monochromatic balls all going into the hole with just one shot.

Ji Yan was stunned, 'Are you kidding me? ’

Jiang Ning held the club, sat on the table next door, and said leisurely: "I won't continue playing, let you take one shot."

…

The milk tea Jiang Ning sent was a large cup, and he also used a thermal insulation formation to prevent it from getting cold on a cold winter night.

The three small town girls were reluctant to drink, so they took small sips. Time passed in such a leisurely manner, gradually approaching 9 o'clock.

Jiang Ning's youth memories in junior high school tended to be gray, with mediocre appearance, meager pocket money, girls he couldn't catch, and bottom-ranked sports. Everything seemed impossible.

He envied many people and was angry about his own mediocrity, so this unwillingness accumulated in his heart and turned into hostility after many years.

He longed to make a splash, and everyone was shocked. Those who had looked down on him were filled with regret, and those who had bullied him knelt down and cried.

Now that he came back, he seemed to have made a splash, but these people did not become symbols as he had imagined, but were living, changeable people.

Wang Xue held the cue tightly, aimed solemnly for a long time, and poked it hard, and the cue passed by the white ball.

Ji Yan laughed and covered his stomach: "Are you poking the air?"

Wang Xue wanted to invite Li Jing to play, but Li Jing quickly refused.

In the end, it was Jiang Ning who took the initiative to say one against three.

The three of them started to play, and Ji Yan found that the two of them were completely making trouble.

In the heat of the game, the popularity of the billiard hall gradually increased. Many young people who came back from work came to the town in the dark to surf the Internet. Naturally, the billiard hall would not be quiet all the time, and soon there were only two or three tables left.

Fortunately, Ji Yan was a little famous in the town, and no one came to her side to make trouble.

At this time, a dynamic DJ music came from a distance, and a motorcycle stopped at the door of the billiard hall.

Jiang Ning glanced at the ghost fire motorcycle and actually felt a little nostalgic. There are no ghost fires in Yuzhou City, and this kind of ghost fire with speakers is very rare, which can be called a golden legend.

He scanned with his spiritual sense and became more familiar. It turned out to be Zhang Yang, a classmate from the next class in junior high school. It is worthy of being a small town for the New Year.

Zhang Yang is not tall, but he is a very flamboyant person. He is known as the king of bragging and is particularly good at talking.

Unfortunately, he did not pass the 380-point score line in the high school entrance examination and went out to work.

When he showed up, Wang Xue and Li Jing looked at him and felt vaguely familiar, but they could not recognize who he was.

The two did not think about it carefully. The other party was dressed like a second-rate person, and they were not interested.

Ji Yan did not even look at it. She aimed at the double-color ball and hit it with one shot, but it didn't go in.

Jiang Ning stood up with the club and hit the black eight into the table hole, winning the 9th game.

Ji Yan had a dark face and was playing the ball honestly.

Wang Xue asked tentatively: "Jiang Ning, how about you let her go?"

Jiang Ning: "No, Ji Yan has said that he doesn't like to play fake matches."

Ji Yan wanted to hit someone now.

Zhang Yang over there looked up, his eyes high, and didn't care about his domineering way of appearance. What's wrong with playing music? That was the light of his life.

"Boss, open the table!" Zhang Yang shouted.

After that, he picked up a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and walked to the table.

"Brothers, watch me play, one shot to clear the table!"

He picked up the pole, without aiming, and pushed forward with his hands and waist, shouting: "Fuck!"

As a result, no ball went in.

"Brother Yang is useless!" Another buddy with one hand in his pocket laughed.

"I let you go just now." Zhang Yang puffed out smoke and continued to show his skills, so wanton.

They made a lot of noise. Ji Yan took a look and felt a little annoyed. She thought they were just going to fight. The noise made her want to hit them with a pool cue.

The lady boss was also a little unhappy because most of the tablecloths of the pool table were damaged by these people.

Ji Yan frowned. She was annoyed by Jiang Ning's abuse. There was a group of flies chirping beside her. She said impatiently: "Keep your voice down."

As soon as the voice came out, the scene suddenly became quiet.

The three beautiful girls around Jiang Ning had long been coveted by the people in the pool hall. It was normal. Any boy who took three beautiful girls to some places with low thresholds would definitely be looked at, whether ten years ago or ten years later.

Fortunately, Ji Yan was very famous and someone recognized her.

"Ji Tietou's daughter." A young man wearing a hat whispered.

Many young people dropped out of school and went out to work. The first stop was to take Ji Tietou's bus. He was the first boss of the novice village and was impressive.

Talking about Ji Tietou, Zhang Yang looked at Ji Yan again and immediately felt familiar with her.

Ji Yan was famous for her bad temper, very bad, but she had a beautiful face, like a rose with thorns, which still attracted bold people to approach her regardless of danger.

Zhang Yang asked tentatively: "Ji Yan?"

Ji Yan looked at him and said calmly: "Yeah."

She even continued to play billiards, but unfortunately, the ball didn't go in again.

Zhang Yang smiled warmly: "Old classmate!"

As soon as this was said, several young people from the same village around him immediately looked at him with new eyes, Ji Tietou's daughter!

Zhang Yang racked his brains to chat: "Ji Yan, are you still in Watiao High School now?"

Ji Yan took a sip of milk tea: "What else?"

Zhang Yang worked for a year and a half and was really tired. Life in the factory was even worse. The factory girls were all lies. There were no factory girls in their steel factory!

Zhang Yang knew that times had changed. If he wanted to attract the attention of girls now, he couldn't just rely on being a gangster, especially when dealing with the daughter of a gangster like Ji Yan.

As the saying goes, if she is inexperienced, take her to see the world's prosperity; if she has experienced many vicissitudes, take her to ride the merry-go-round ten times.

Undoubtedly, Ji Yan is a girl who has experienced many vicissitudes in the gangster world and will not be tempted by gangsters again.

So, Zhang Yang said, "It's a pity that I transferred to the county high school, otherwise we might be assigned to the same class now."

Wang Xue opened her eyes wide: "You are in the county high school? No. 2 Middle School?"

Zhang Yang flicked the ash and said, "No. 1 Middle School."

"You must be kidding." County No. 1 Middle School is the high school that Wang Xue is about to transfer to. It is the best high school in Guyang County. In terms of strength, it is even better than Yuzhou No. 1 Middle School. Well, the No. 1 Middle School in the county is better than the No. 1 Middle School in the city. This is the education in Yuzhou, because the resources of Yuzhou No. 1 Middle School were taken away by Yuzhou No. 2 Middle School.

Zhang Yang was addicted to bragging: "I am not talented, but I just performed well in the high school entrance examination by luck."

Wang Xue glanced at Zhang Yang's outfit: "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Yang turned around and asked: "Brothers, am I in Guyang No. 1 Middle School?"

Immediately, several people responded: "Brother Yang is the only top student among our brothers."

"Yes, rely on him!"

Zhang Yang laughed and laughed, looking at the girl's angry look, his bones were soft all over, so happy, as if he had returned to the carefree days of the past.

For a moment, Wang Xue couldn't expose him.

Jiang Ning suddenly said: "Oh? Are you in Guyang No. 1 Middle School? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Zhang Yang looked at him and found that he didn't know this person. He wanted to say: "No. 1 Middle School is so big, it's not your home."

But this reply was too low-level.

As a bragging king, he had to be a little ruthless!

He stared at Jiang Ning: "Do you still remember me?"

Jiang Ning shook his head.

Zhang Yang boasted: "Sure enough, the bad guys are pretending to be innocent. Have you forgotten that you bullied me in No. 1 Middle School?"

Jiang Ning: "I don't remember. Who are you?"

Zhang Yang pretended to be a victim: "Hahaha, you really don't remember. You came here with a few men at that time and asked me for money. Have you forgotten?"

Jiang Ning: "No, because I didn't study in Guyang No. 1 Middle School at all. I was in Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School."

Zhang Yang blurted out: "Fuck!"

Wang Xue covered her mouth and laughed.

Ji Yan said seriously: "How can you guarantee that you won't bully him when you study in Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School?"

Jiang Ning heard this and pondered for two seconds: "Indeed, I can take the bus to Guyang No. 1 Middle School every week to bully Zhang Yang."

Li Jing, who has always been quiet, couldn't hold it anymore.

...

After the bragging king Zhang Yang left, the billiard hall returned to peace.

It was late at night. Ji Yan spent money to buy a bucket of instant noodles for everyone and borrowed the kettle from the proprietress. Soon, buckets of instant noodles were ready.

Several people held the instant noodles bucket and enjoyed it in the cold night.

Jiang Ning's phone vibrated, he opened it and saw Tongtong sent a message: "Stinky Jiang Ning!"

Jiang Ning did not reply.

Tongtong: "Jiang Ning Jiang Ning, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ning: "Understanding, breaking the situation, thinking, exerting force, resisting pressure, honing, perfecting, self."

Tongtong: "What?"

Jiang Ning: "Playing billiards."

"Tsk." Tongtong pouted, she liked to fool her every day.

Jiang Ning thought about it, took a photo of the instant noodles and sent it.

He wanted to show off the delicious instant noodles late at night to Tongtong.

One minute, two minutes... No one replied.

Until the third minute: Tongtong transferred 100 yuan to you.

And she attached a message: "Jiang Ning, eating instant noodles is not good for your health. I'll give you money to spend. Can you go eat some barbecue (grin) (grin)."

Jiang Ning was stunned. For some reason, there was a complicated feeling in his heart.

Someone actually cares about what he eats, even though he hasn't cared for many years...

Jiang Ning typed silently: "Where did you get the money?"

Tongtong: "Hehe, I borrowed it from Chuchu."

Through the screen, Jiang Ning seemed to see Tongtong's innocent look. She was so poor, but she still wanted to take care of him.

...

At the same time.

In the river dam, Jiang Ning's bedroom, the lights were warm.

The smell of mutton and spices filled the room.

Xue Yuantong held up a large cup of rice wine in her left hand and grabbed a large skewer of mutton in her right hand. She shouted: "Chuchu, cheers, don't go home until you are drunk!"

Across the small table, Chuchu grabbed a freshly roasted rabbit leg, her lips greasy: "Hmm."