A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

"Come on, try this, try this...this is delicious."

"This pigeon is also quite good. Oh, by the way, bring me another table of each of these dishes later, I'll pack them up." Seeing how much Lu Mingfei was enjoying his food, Zhao Zizhan immediately thought of his own little one and decided to bring some for Little Kroos to try as well.

Chu Zihang's personality naturally made it impossible for him to offer to serve food to others, but Zhao Zizhan saw a reflection of his past self in Lu Mingfei. Feeling some empathy, he was naturally willing to take care of Lu Mingfei.

The book portrays the child as angry but unwilling to fight back, but when you have little expectation of him and encounter him in real life, his years of upbringing still make him feel uneasy about him.

"You look so happy eating! Watching you eat makes me feel like I could eat two more bowls of rice."

Seeing that Lu Mingfei realized something was wrong and stopped eating, looking a little embarrassed, Zhao Zizhan smiled and helped him out of the predicament.

"It's alright. My dad owns this restaurant. The fact that you're eating so well means our family's cooking is good. I'll tell the people here that you can come anytime you want to eat, and the bill will be on my tab." In any case, Zhao Zizhan could afford to treat everyone to a meal.

Is this Shilan Hubaoyi? Indeed, a person's name is like a tree's shadow; Lu Mingfei felt it was hard not to admire such a big brother.

"Senior brother...I..."

"It's alright, let's eat first, we can talk after we finish eating." Of all things, eating is the most important, Zhao Zizhan stopped the other person from speaking and joined Chu Zihang in eating.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth but didn't say anything, burying himself back into his rice bowl.

Lu Mingfei's life is filled with cycles of disappointment, but the world will never truly make him despair. Whenever he is sad or upset, someone will give him a piece of candy as if it were charity.

This candy represents StarCraft, Chen Wenwen, and Lao Tang, a friend from the game.

These subtle moments of sweetness in life kept Lu Mingfei's fragile nerves from sliding to another extreme.

This fragile balance kept Lu Mingfei in a state of being hungry but not starving. After his resistance proved futile, he also feared losing the candy he had, so he stopped struggling and relied on these few candies to sustain his life each day.

Now, Zhao Zizhan and Chu Zihang have become a new piece of candy.

After a satisfying meal, Zhao Zizhan didn't inquire why Lu Mingfei looked like a refugee, nor did he ask about his family. It wasn't appropriate to ask too many questions on a first meeting.

He began to talk about his plans for the future.

"Now that our three-person team is formed, let me explain our plans in detail."

"I don't think math and physics competitions are necessary; winning a national award there doesn't mean much to us."

As soon as Zhao Zizhan opened his mouth, Lu Mingfei couldn't hold back any longer.

"Brother, if you're going to brag like this, then we've got a lot to talk about," Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain. "You're saying the national award doesn't mean much to me right off the bat, so why are you sending it to me?"

Zhao Zizhan looked at Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei: "My original plan was to participate in the National Youth Robotics Competition."

"This competition could have given us a quick way to gain national recognition, but unfortunately, I did some research on it."

"The theme of this robotics competition is robot soccer and space exploration, which contradicts our theme, so we have to pass on the robotics competition for now."

Lu Mingfei was taken aback: "Then am I already laid off?"

I just found my people, I haven't even digested my meal yet, and you've already passed on me? I've already imagined all the wonderful things that await me, and you suddenly come up with this?

"Haha, don't be in such a hurry," Zhao Zizhan laughed, took a newspaper out of his bag, and pointed to the front page.

"However, I noticed that the 19th National Youth Science and Technology Innovation Competition will be held in Chengdu this year."

"The Ministry of Science and Technology and the Ministry of Education are leading this national-level competition. The scale is definitely sufficient," Zhao Zizhan said, pointing to the table of contents of a collection of winning entries from the 18th National Youth Science and Technology Competition.

"Last year's first prize winners were a universal mobile phone charger, a DC clamp meter, a pager for stolen vehicles, and a wave generator. It can be said that there were many experts there, and I believe this year will be no exception."

Chu Zihang's eyes suddenly flashed: "You mean...?"

Zhao Zizhan nodded: "The probability is very high!"

The proportion of people with mixed blood in China is not small. There are many people of mixed blood in China. Where have all these people gone? Perhaps this competition can give them a result.

Lu Mingfei looked left and right and said, "Senior brothers, what kind of riddle are you two talking about? What's the probability of something being very high? Can the three of us exchange information? I feel like I'm out of place."

"This competition is being held right under the nose of the state. If our results are impressive enough, the chances of us being recruited are 100%. And it's the same for other participants in different tracks. This will be our opportunity, and also our biggest battleground."

"Our project is a small quadcopter drone. Lu Mingfei, from today onwards, we will become comrades-in-arms sharing a trench on this battlefield."

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Customized Champion

For people like Zhao Zizhan and Chu Zihang, the national award was indeed of no importance.

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However, this platform is more noteworthy than the national award itself.

Could there be a few people of mixed heritage among the participants in a competition platform that brings together top young researchers from across the country?

The probability is extremely high!

This secretly excited Chu Zihang. The other kind? He wondered what they would be like, how strong they would be, and what their abilities would be.

The unknown surprise thrilled him, but Senior Brother Chu remained calm and composed.

In contrast, Lu Mingfei was much more shocked. No, is this something I can get involved in?

Can we even call ourselves comrades? Senior Brother Zhao is a visionary eagle, Senior Brother Chu is a skilled wolf, and what about me? What am I?

You two don't even care about national competition awards, yet you struggled to get into Shilan Middle School. You barely made it into Shilan Middle School by passing the minimum admission score, and you paid the highest tuition fee, meaning you didn't have to pay any extra sponsorship fees.

If we give him this sponsorship fee, wouldn't the money going into my uncle's pocket be less? And with my aunt's sharp and mean nature, it's questionable whether he can even get into Shilan Middle School.

Looking at the dishes in front of him that he had polished to a crisp, Lu Mingfei wondered if he was just a rice bucket.

"Senior brother, I feel like I don't fit in at all in this team. I feel like I'm completely useless in this group?"

Lu Mingfei is backing down again.

His current philosophy of life is to not strive for anything. By not striving, he can gain temporary peace at his aunt's house. By not striving, he won't end up doing chores for his enemy every day and being humiliated by his classmates. He should just lower his expectations and be a pushover.

Zhao Zizhan clicked his tongue: "What are you talking about, junior brother? Do you even know what e-sports is?"

"Huh? Esports? I know that." He plays StarCraft, how could he not know what esports is? Those Zerglings and Protoss on the field were all his former idols.

"Well, good to know. In esports, generally speaking, each player has a coach. Since the coach's skill level is not as high as the player's, their job is basically to order takeout for the players and take care of their daily needs."

"Order takeout and take care of the players' daily needs..."

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself for a moment, then suddenly realized what he was doing and pointed at himself.

"Senior brother, the kind of character you're talking about, could it be me?"

"Why not?"

Zhao Zizhan looked completely at ease.

“Junior brother, your senior brother Chu and I are both busy with algorithms and aircraft manufacturing. Sometimes we are so busy that we don’t even have time to eat. At this time, don’t we need a third person to help us order food and ensure our health? Don’t we need someone to taste the local cuisine, find out which restaurants are good, so that we can eat comfortably and with peace of mind, and thus get good results? And you won’t be noticed by the other contestants. What a perfect candidate!”

Yi Er Er pulls out the feathers of her uncle

Zhao Zizhan's words were a bit impolite, but when Lu Mingfei heard them, they seemed to make sense. He could indeed do this kind of work. Who doesn't know how to eat? Who doesn't know how to order food?

Our rice-serving buckets also have their necessity!

"Senior brother, what you said... is absolutely right."

Zhao Zizhan continued to tempt her: "See? Isn't that right? And think about it, once you've honed this skill here, if you go on a date with Chen Wenwen, won't you no longer have to worry about where to eat? Isn't that better than the two of you staring at each other blankly in the street? Think about it carefully, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Yeah! How come I didn't think of that? If I go out with Chen Wenwen in the future, won't I have to find a restaurant myself?

This is definitely a great opportunity!

Looking at Zhao Zizhan, Lu Mingfei almost burst into tears. This was a true brother! Great, no words needed! He wanted to kowtow to Zhao Zizhan.

This is truly like a cadre going down to the grassroots level; he is a good role model for the masses. This Zhao Zizhan is a positive force!

“Senior Brother Zhao! I have wandered for half my life, only regretting that I have not met a wise ruler. If you will not abandon me…”

"Keep your hand away from the halberd handle."

Lu Mingfei laughed. He was amazed that Zhao Shixiong could even pick up on such a lame joke of his.

"Also, there's something else. You said before that you're pretty good at games? How good are you exactly?"

"Almost...more or less?"

Lu Mingfei felt somewhat uncertain and uneasy.

"Yes or no, what do you mean by 'wait a minute'?"

Zhao Zizhan said irritably, "This is quite important; it concerns the subsequent testing of the drones. There's no time like the present, so let's test it out."

"Ah... how... how do you test it?"

Where do you usually play games?

……

"This...this is it."

In the acrid smoke, dozens of computers were lined up in rows. In front of the computers, on cheap chairs, many people held cigarettes in their left hands and mice in their right, cheering and cursing intermittently...

"One thread at a time!!"

"Hehehe, the Kirov airship is here!!"

Some people wore headsets with cheap headphones playing slow-paced Chinese DJ music, while picking their toes and exchanging heartfelt words with their online lovers on the other side of the screen, whose genders were unknown.

The air was filled with the smells of smoke, foot odor, and a mixture of leather and instant noodles.

This is an underground internet cafe that Lu Ming frequents.

It is his lost paradise.

Standing at the entrance of his own paradise, Lu Mingfei felt a little timid.

He had actually brought people like Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Brother Chu to an illegal internet cafe... The terrible environment, which he had never paid attention to before, suddenly seemed to spread its wings on his pride, making him want to escape.

"This is it... Okay, let's hurry up. How do I turn on the machine here? Junior brother, lead the way."

"Ah...oh!"

Lu Mingfei led the way to the bar: "Network administrator, turn on a computer."

The internet cafe manager was engrossed in watching "Princess Pearl" and didn't even look up when he heard Lu Mingfei's voice: "ID card."

"I didn't bring it."

The network administrator looked up, glanced at Lu Mingfei, and seeing that he was an acquaintance, remained silent. He casually took an ID card from the drawer and pressed it onto the machine: "Two yuan and fifty cents per hour."

Lu Mingfei skillfully took out his money, turned on the machine, and under the watchful eyes of his two senior brothers behind him, he felt a sense of victory in a familiar territory.

"Alright, senior brother, shall we go to the back?"

The two of them naturally agreed. Zhao Zizhan smiled. He had come here to give Lu Mingfei a reason to play StarCraft. He knew Lu Mingfei was good at it, so he came specifically to let Lu Mingfei show off his skills and build some confidence in the boy so that he wouldn't back down.

Is it easy for him to find a scapegoat?

Wow, this is a customized champion!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Change.

Sixteen minutes later.

Seeing the opponent type "GG", Lu Mingfei put down his mouse and took a sip of his energy drink.

On screen, Lu Mingfei deliberately chose a more conservative playing style to accommodate Zhao Zizhan and Chu Zihang, who were both "outsiders".

That is to indulge in Tyrion's dark side.

StarCraft is a turn-based game, but the huge power gap between the two sides turned Lu Mingfei's game into my turn, my turn, and my turn again. Several ships of his good brothers directly boarded medics and spun around wildly, shaking the opponent's brains off.

Before long, a large number of spectators gathered around Lu Mingfei. These people kept saying "awesome" and expressing their deepest respect with the simplest and most unadorned words.

"Hey kid, want another round? Just one more?"

"Me too, me too, it's my turn next!"

"Hey bro, can you explain how you did that? I'll cover your internet fee!"

Lu Mingfei, who plays StarCraft, is the coolest guy in the internet cafe.

"No, no, no, it's just good luck, it's just good luck..."

Faced with the praise from everyone, Lu Mingfei scratched his head somewhat shyly and began to pretend to be shy. He glanced at Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Brother Chu beside him with a mixture of embarrassment and secret joy.

He has won nine consecutive solo matches, defeating everyone in his various ways and leaving them thoroughly convinced of his superiority.