Right on Target

Su Heting didn't hear clearly at all, his mind was like a paste, and he was still struggling with food. But Xie Zhenshu took him there, and he fell into Xie Zhenshu's arms with a "boom".

It was almost dawn, and it was time for the old street patrol team to dispatch. Xie Zhenshu didn't stay any longer, he picked up Su Heting and led him towards his home.

Hearing Xie Zhenshu's heartbeat, Su Heting raised **** and swayed crookedly on his forehead: "Damn it."

Xie Zhenshu pretended not to hear.

Su Heting nestled his body like this, and fell asleep on the way. His tail couldn't wrap around Xie Zhenshu's arm, so he had to hang on it, making a loose half circle.

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The Hermit has a match today, and he will hand it over to Xie Zhenshu to play. He felt uneasy and didn't sleep well all night. When it was almost dawn, I got up, stared at the wall alone, wanted to go to the safe zone to fight my head, and was restless and hesitant. I decided to let myself go when it was almost lunch time. I turned on my phone and started Find a friend to pour bitter water.

Hermit: Belle, are you there?

Jiali ruthlessly replied: No, get out.

Hermit: I'm flustered.

Jiali ignored him. He thought that Jiali had to open a stall at night and open a shop during the day, so she was really busy, so he changed the person to confide in.

Hermit: Cat, are you there?

Hermit: Where have you been these two days? You won't be arrested by Xing Tian again, right?

Hermit: Come out and chat for a while.

The cat never came back.

The hermit repeats the old trick: I feel flustered.

Su Heting was dizzy and woke up by a text message "di". With sleepy eyes, he raised his mobile phone and read the bombardment of the hermit's text messages. When he saw the word "palpitation", he already had the desire to block the blacklist.

Hermit: Are you really not here? ? ? It's ok, I didn't reply to the message.

Hermit: If I don’t reply today, I will call the police.

Su Heting: Report to Xingtian?

Hermit surprise exclamation point: still alive! !

Su Heting: There is something to start playing, nothing to leave the court.

Hermit: I'm too nervous to find a proxy, you can chat with me for a while.

Su Heting had a headache, and the nausea after being drunk still persisted. He rubbed his hair, turned over, and was about to reply when he suddenly realized something.

and many more.

He sat up suddenly, and the soft quilt slid off his body, facing a strange French window. The oncoming sunlight was so dazzling that he was stunned for a few seconds.

I - grass?

Su Heting lifted the quilt and got out of bed barefoot. There is a blanket on the floor, and the pattern is not sure whether it is the old world Persian style or the Pakistani style, but it is very comfortable to step on anyway. He ran two steps in a panic, and found that his pants were gone, and he was only wearing a pair of shorts.

— No.

Su Heting couldn't believe it.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to accept the fact that he didn't wear pants first, or the fact that he had a bad drinking capacity first, both of which made him despair.

The mobile phone on the bed was still beeping, and the angry hermit was urging for a reply, but Su Heting had no time to reply, he had to find out where it was.

"Mr. Cat," an extremely short housekeeping robot struggled to open the door, with **** friendly eyes and shovel-like hands nervously folded on its chest, it said in an electronic voice, "Good afternoon."

"Who," Su Heting asked blankly, "Whose house is this?"

"It's Mr. Xie's house." The housekeeping robot was quite shy, and slid back under Su Heting's gaze, as if Su Heting was more aggressive and it would run away.

"Oh." Su Heting recalled last night, but couldn't think of anything except the rotating building. He touched his shorts and continued to ask blankly: "Thanks...you took off my pants?"

The housekeeping robot met Su Heting's gaze, and hid behind the door with a "swoosh", it showed a little, and whispered, "Mr. Xie took it off for Mr. Cat."

Su Heting's expression was uncertain.

a bolt from the blue.

He thought, I've seen my **** underpants.

Taking advantage of Su Heting's daze, the housekeeping robot exposed its body a little more, and dutifully reminded: "It's time for Mr. Cat to have lunch."

Su Heting asked: "Is Mr. Xie here?"

"Mr. Xie is about to compete and has been out for half an hour." The housekeeping robot gently shook the door, "Mr. Cat should have lunch."

"Don't call me Mr. Cat," Su Heting said, "Call me Su Heting."

"Okay," the housekeeping robot tensed up again, shrinking back a little, "Mr. Cat should..."

Su Heting sighed, knowing that Xie Zhenshu had set a time for him to call him to eat. Apart from their own work, this kind of robot will not do anything else. They are the same type as the service robots in "Yaochi", and they may even behave a little stupider than the robots in "Yaochi".

He walked over and flicked the head of the housekeeping robot as a comfort: "Let's go."

The hermit is swiping the screen, expressing his anger. He felt that he was not loved at all, and Jiali and Su Heting broke his heart. He tapped the keyboard in his heart, but the words he sent out were quite humble.

Hermit: I am so miserable.

Hermit: You are not human, what are you doing?

Hermit: You're so busy I'm leaving.

Hermit: Enough, I've had enough of you two. I'm really gone, you guys...

Su Heting suddenly replied: What time is the game?

The hermit cheered up: at 5:00 pm, the game will start in a while.

Hermit: Don't miss it when you pass by, bet on me!

Su Heting opened the webpage while eating, the hermit's game was relatively unpopular, and not many people bet on it. After thinking about it, he bet 5,000 yuan on the ID "Hermit".

hermit:? ? ?

Hermit: Something is wrong with you.

Hermit: Although I am very moved, but I am not the one who fights tonight. You bet all your money, what if you lose?

Hermit: If you lose, I won't cover your food expenses.

Su Heting swipe the screen to switch to his own account, after thinking for a while, he bet another 10,000 yuan.

Hermit: Are you bewitched? ? ?

Hermit: I didn't hit it! !

Su Heting: I know.

Su Heting: You won't bet if you hit me.

Hermit: Are you polite?

Su Heting: You don't have points?

Hermit: Huh.

Hermit: Where did you get so much money!

Su Heting: King Shen won.

Su Heting: I want to go to the venue, do you have a ticket?

The Colosseum is very strict in the review of tickets. They will update the list of games in advance every week, so that the audience can search the past records and detailed information of the players, so that they can place bets before the game. The on-site tickets will be asked first by the big bosses, and will be announced after the big bosses have confirmed. Seats are limited, so tickets are often hard to come by.

But who is the hermit, he claims to know everything about the black market, and there is nothing he can't do. He held back for a moment, and replied proudly: Well, this matter is quite difficult, but since you have spoken, because of our relationship, I have to get you one no matter what.

Hermit: But you have such confidence in Xie Zhenshu, does he have any secret formula for victory?

Su Heting thought about it for a while, and didn't mention the inspector, but replied: Don't take crooked ways, and ask the players to treat the game with a clean heart.

The hermit attacked Su Heting with question marks, and expressed his willingness to be present to witness.

Su Heting made an appointment with the hermit to meet at the entrance of the Colosseum. He quickly finished his meal and took a bath under the leadership of the housekeeping robot. There is a hair dryer in the bathroom of the guest room, but Su Heting was in a hurry and dried his hair and tail hastily before putting on the shirt prepared by the housekeeping robot.

He put on his shirt and realized the problem.

The shirt was one size too big, and it wore baggy, obviously from Xie Pillow Book. There was no one in the bathroom, so Su Heting endured facing the mirror for a moment, pulled up the front collar, put it in front of his nose, and sniffed carefully.

It's not particularly fragrant, but very refreshing, the same smell as the bed he slept in. The cat was surrounded by this smell, like being hugged by Xie Zhenshu... No, no, Su Heting stopped in time.

"Today is cloudy, and there will be light rain at 8 o'clock in the evening," the housekeeping robot chased after Su Heting, holding up the umbrella, "Mr. Cat, please bring the umbrella."

The sunlight that Su Heting saw when he woke up in the morning came from the display screen in the house, which was randomly adjusted by the housekeeping robot to put the owner in a good mood. Hearing the shout, he turned his head and took the umbrella.

The housekeeping robot folded its shovel again, looking very nervous, and innocently stared at Su Heting with those big eyes, as if waiting for his order.

Su Heting has never dealt with this kind of robot, he walked out the door, it was time to go down the stairs, turned around again, and said to the housekeeping robot: "Bye bye?"

The housekeeping robot was so happy that it turned on the lights and waved: "Goodbye!"

"My name is Su Heting," the phone in Su Heting's pocket rang. He walked out with the phone and said to the housekeeping robot, "Don't call me Mr. Cat next time... Hello?"

"Stop feeding, it's me," the monk suppressed his anger, tried to squeeze out a kind smile, and hugged the spare elderly phone he just got, "Where are you? I—"

"Ah," Su Heting took away the phone, pretending not to recognize him, "You made a mistake."

"I hit a big-headed ghost by mistake!" The monk was furious, "Stinky boy—hello? Hello?!"

The phone hung up again.

The monk put the spare machine on the table, turned around, put his palms together in front of the members of the armed group, and began to recite the mantra.

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Su Heting arrived first. He didn't see the beauty at the entrance of the Colosseum, so he had to sit on a bench by the street and wait for the hermit. When it was almost five o'clock, he turned on his phone and looked at the betting page again.

The player that the Hermit will be fighting tonight is called Fei Yi, and he is also an unpopular player, Su Heting has never heard of it. He checked Fei Yi's record and found that Fei Yi had lost six games in a row. Out of boredom, Su Heting went down the row of red records and found that Fei Yi had won only a handful of games in the past few months.

so lucky? Every win is on a level that was completely eliminated.

Su Heting clicked on Fei Yi's match details, looked at Fei Yi's opponents one by one, and soon discovered a strange thing. The winners of Fei Yi are all points masters, and the losers are all unknown.

—Hey, it’s not such a coincidence, is it?

Su Heting closed the betting page, opened it again, and refreshed.

The ID of "cat cub" is "hermit", 15,000 is not too much, which is just right for an unpopular player like hermit. But unfortunately, the bottom of "Fat Yi" has been refreshed, and the ID named "Wei Zhixin" just topped him one million.

It was Wei Zhixin again.

The monk was right.

Su Heting clashed with this guy.

When the hermit arrived, he was out of breath. He sat down on the bench, trying to catch his breath, but he didn't have time to say a word. He watched Su Heting switch accounts and gave the "hermit" all the remaining 50,000 yuan.

The hermit was so terrified that he almost couldn't keep up. His feet were weak, he hugged the handle of the bench, and said in shock: "Are you crazy???"

"You're crazy," Su Heting turned off his phone with a domineering attitude, "I'll get rich tonight."