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The college students in Nanwu were excited.
This game was absolutely amazing.
A series of twists and turns, reversals upon reversals...
It truly challenges everyone's psychological limits, making people's emotions rise and fall with the score, like a roller coaster.
The key is that the emotional value is maximized.
This also made them remember the name Qiao Yu.
Guan Yu's unpredictable flanking maneuvers, his reckless initiation of team fights, and his calm defense of the towers under pressure...
Finally, he unleashed a fierce attack, taking damage and pushing the crystal.
This isn't playing support at all.
The male college student from Nanwu had long disliked Li Liang for his flamboyant behavior.
At this moment, someone did what they had always wanted to do but couldn't.
Naturally, everyone shouted excitedly, and whistles rang out continuously.
I never imagined there were such interesting students in Nanwu!
He's usually so low-key!
In stark contrast to the boisterous cheers and applause, Li Liang and the others were in a very different mood.
He looked as if he had lost his parents, his face dark and gloomy.
Lost!
Capsized in the gutter.
They lost to some amateurs who had never played a match before.
Losing is nothing to be ashamed of.
What's embarrassing is that bet.
I should have known better than to place that bet.
Each of them was filled with regret, wishing they could travel back in time and slap Li Liang across the face.
Make him swallow back the bet that slipped out.
[Ding! Mission complete. Reward: 300 points. Keep up the good work, host!]
After receiving the notification that the task was completed, Qiao Yu thought to himself:
"System, thanks!"
You're welcome; you earned this with points.
Li Liang, his face dark, walked up to Qiao Yu and whispered:
"We're all classmates, so let's leave room for maneuver in our actions. We admit we were wrong about what happened before, and we apologize. Let's forget about the bet and just be friends."
Qiao Yu did not react.
Zhou Songqing strode over.
"If apologies are useful, then what is the use of the police?"
Yang Zihang snorted, "That's right, go ahead and call the police!"
The young man with the buzz cut was furious when he heard the other person use the same words he had said to him.
"Don't go too far. Did you hit me on the head? We dare to call you grandpa, but do you dare to answer? You've offended Li Liang, think about the consequences."
Li Liang waved his hand, signaling him to be quiet, and said calmly:
"Of course, it's not just an apology; is 10,000 enough?"
Zhou Songqing spat and said, "I don't lack money. How about I give each of you ten thousand, and you call me grandpa ten times!"
Zhou Songqing is, after all, a second-generation rich kid.
My family gives me 30,000 yuan in pocket money every month.
Aside from liking to go to bars and flirt with girls from bad families, he doesn't have any other quirks.
They've amassed a modest fortune.
He often treated Qiao Yu and his friends to lavish meals and drinks.
Li Liang narrowed his eyes. "Twenty thousand."
"roll!"
"Thirty thousand!"
He ignored the aggressive Zhou Songqing and instead stared at Qiao Yu.
“I’ll give you another 20,000 privately, and that’ll settle this matter. As for the bet, let’s pretend it never happened.”
Although the school heartthrob looked unwell, he remained calm inside.
They have an excellent family background to rely on.
Stay calm and composed in the face of adversity.
From childhood to adulthood, he paved his way with plenty of pocket money.
He had countless lackeys who were eager to make money, and they would fight wherever he was told.
They have basically never experienced setbacks.
There is nothing in this world that money can't solve.
If so, it's because you didn't give enough.
A total of 50,000 yuan is enough for some struggling migrant workers in first-tier cities to save up for a whole year.
Zhou Songqing remained silent with a sullen face, his fists clenched tightly.
He doesn't care about tens of thousands of yuan.
But how could his roommates, who come from ordinary families, not care?
"forty thousand!"
Li Liang calmly increased his bet.
They intend to use money to break down the fragile psychological defenses of these civilians.
Yang Zihang, Zheng Qianli, and Lao Zhang exchanged glances and fell silent.
Not being moved is a lie.
Li Liang sneered, "Five..."
"Shut up!"
Qiao Yu suddenly roared, "Call me grandpa, now!"
……
Please support me!
Please give me some flowers and comments!
Where did your 41 integrity points go? The campus forum exploded.
A mere tens of thousands of dollars? I'm a man destined to be a billionaire.
Qiao Yu was internally complaining.
He didn't want to give Li Liang any more chances.
To be honest, he was tempted, but that was all.
Zhou Songqing's face flushed red instantly.
He glanced excitedly at Qiao Yu, then roared:
"Call me Grandpa."
"Call me Grandpa!"
In the crowd, someone, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, shouted.
In an instant, it was as if a powder keg had been ignited.
"Call me Grandpa, call me Grandpa..."
The sound of "Call me grandpa!" could be heard all around!
What does tens of thousands of yuan have to do with them?
They love watching a spectacle.
They originally intended to boo and ridicule Qiao Yu and his group if they chose money...
but……
Unexpectedly, Qiao Yu is actually a man of steel.
At this moment, the threatening voices were like mountains of pressure.
Li Liangjun's handsome face finally turned a deep purplish-red.
He gave Qiao Yu a deep look.
Turn around and leave.
The others who were with him also left angrily.
Ziwei, don't go! Let's talk about this some more!
Qiao Yu wished he could stick his nostrils out and reach out to stop him.
He sighed inwardly; Li Liang's breaking his promise was within his expectations.
This isn't like the ancient times when "a gentleman's word is as good as his bond."