...

Listening to these conversations coming into his ears intermittently, Yang Hai suddenly felt an unreal feeling.

"Uncle - Uh, uncle!" A tender voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Yang Hai immediately looked dark.

"All the parents were kicked out, how did you stay here?" Gacharin asked in surprise.

"...I'm also a professional player who comes to participate in the draft." Yang Hai said lightly: "Are you really seventeen years old this year?"

"Yes..." Gacharin looked at Yang Hai in shock.

"Little devil, I have to earn money on my own in the future. Remember to be more mature." Yang Hai hit Jia Chalin's chest: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't register at all, I would think you were only ten years old."

"Ah? I...I'm just a little thin." Gacharin said aggrievedly: "I'm really seventeen years old. Uncle, how many years have you been in the exam? I really have perseverance!"

Yang Hai stared at Gacharin, and Gacharin suddenly became a little timid.

Yang Hai originally wanted to scare this guy, but he was so timid, so why should he be a professional player? But looking at the child's a little scared expression, Yang Hai felt that he should not be too rude.

"How was the exam?" he asked instead.

"It feels good." Gacharin blinked: "Uncle, how are you doing in the exam?"

Yang Hai smiled bitterly: "I am not as old as you think, call me brother and listen."

"Big Brother." Gacharin said obediently.

Yang Hai was in a better mood, and this guy is quite cute.

He was thinking that a few teenagers came over there. A tall and strong black teenager at the beginning laughed and laughed as he walked: "Hey, isn't this our little devil, Kacharin? You've grown taller again after a few days."

As he said that, he went to touch Gacharin's head.

Yang Hai frowned and slapped the black man's hand.

Only when these young people dressed casually realized that Yang Hai and Gacharin might know each other.

Actually, it’s not that Jia Chalin thought that Yang Hai was old and had thrown away the baseball cap - he really couldn’t wear it. To be honest, under normal circumstances, neither the beard nor the black long windbreaker belonged to a 17-year-old boy, and Yang Hai’s face was not childish at all, and there was even a hint of vicissitudes of life. No matter how you look, you look like an adult.

"Who are you?" asked the black teenager in annoyance.

Yang Hai looked at him coldly and whispered: "During the draft, you are very brave."

Several young men were stunned when they heard this. The leading black boy instinctively felt that this big beard was not easy to mess with. After looking at Gacharin, he felt that there was no need for him to offend this strong man because he wanted to bully Gacharin. As for the fact that he was disqualified from this year's draft because of a fight, it would be even less cost-effective.

The black boy made some psychological calculations, glared at Gacharin fiercely, and took a few followers away.

Gacharin stuck out his tongue: "Brother, you are so strong..."

Yang Hai asked, "Are these people your classmates?"

"Yes." Gacharin nodded violently: "They were bullies when they were in school. The black man was Didier. I don't know how he went to this school because his family was so rich..."

Yang Hai got a message that Jia Chalin didn't seem to graduate from a prestigious university.

"Are you always bullied?" Yang Hai asked. Generally speaking, professional players who are confident in coming to the draft are usually considered to be among the top in the game academy. How can people who play the game well be bullied?

Gacharin said sadly: "Although I always get the first place in the theoretical exam, my actual combat is very poor... One-on-one challenge is the bottom of the grade, and I can't fight with others. They always say I'm an idiot, and I always think of something inexplicable... My body is relatively thin, so I'm always bullied."

Yang Hai looked at Gacharin and shook his head.

"Let's go have lunch together?" Yang Hai said.

"Ah? My parents--"

"You are seventeen years old." Yang Hai said with a smile: "Who is the child who is still lying next to his parents at the age of seventeen?"

"But……"

"Are you going?" Yang Hai glared.

"Uh..." Gacharin shuddered: "I...I'll ask my parents if they can?"

"...Forget it." Yang Hai shook his head: "Go and find your parents."

"Oh." Gacharin made a face.

Be cute again!

Gacharin's obscene suddenly glanced at the black boy and his followers, as if they were still discussing something, with a look of fear in his eyes, and ran over in two steps.

"Why do you follow me?" Yang Hai asked with his eyes rolled.

"Brother, brother, I decided to go for lunch with you." Jiachalin twisted her sleeves embarrassedly, her face flushed. Yang Hai turned around and saw those classmates of Jiachalin, and immediately understood what was going on. He glared at Jiachalin and said in a deep voice: "Let's go."
Chapter completed!