Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Huarong's actions are not only harmful, but even more insulting.

Conan, who was on the opposite side, immediately yelled, but just as he said a word, there was a constant thud, and the person next to him couldn't help shaking and took a step back, and was kicked by Conan.

"You—Puff—fuck—Puff—dislike—Puff me!"

"I don't, no, it's just that my legs are numb, my legs are numb." The man who retreated took a big step and came back, one step closer to Ke Bei.

"Go away—poof——"

Ke Bei couldn't bear it anymore, because he felt that the following might not be a simple fart. He pointed at Yu Zeming on the opposite side with a finger, and there was Huarong with a vicious expression, but he didn't say a word.

Ke Bei clutched his butt and ran away first.

Yu Zeming looked at Ke Bei who was fleeing in embarrassment, and leaned back laughing, and the sound of laughter spread far, far away.

"It's so fun! It's cool! It's so cool!"

Yu Zeming turned sideways and gave Huarong a thumbs up, and praised loudly: "Amazing! I admire it!"

"Famous teachers give rise to great apprentices."

After Huarong finished speaking, he stood at the door on one side, just as Lian Qing came down, and Nian Shutong was at the back, just in time to hear that Huarong's famous teacher gave birth to a high-level apprentice, and nodded in agreement: "It's okay, a little My style."

"Thank you, master, for your compliment."

Huarong obediently followed Nian Shutong, Lian Qing and Yu Zeming walked on the other side, and the four of them walked towards this hot interstellar fly ball stadium that Nian Shutong didn't know much about.

Walking out from the place where the aircraft was parked, it was actually a very high position, but they were still going up, not down.

Is this venue high?

Nian Shutong silently guessed in his heart, but he still didn't quite understand what it was like.

When the four of them took an elevator and went up for a while, Nian Shutong felt that they were already thousands of meters high.

"Boss, we're here."

Just as Yu Zeming finished speaking, the elevator door opened.

The entrance is a circle, a hollow circle.

The middle is like an abyss, without any shelter, and the entire site is formed around the abyss.

There is a large stand, like the auditorium of a football field, with stepped seats. Beside the seats, there are several closed boxes, and Yu Zeming took Nian Shutong to one of them.

After they entered, Yu Zeming pressed a certain button, and the surrounding area of ​​the box became transparent, and the scene ahead could be clearly seen.

"Boss, a small show is about to start." Yu Zeming looked at the timetable in the box and said to Nian Shutong.

"understood."

It is rare for Nian Shutong to come out to play, and he is ready to enjoy it.

Soon, a fly ball game began.

A mechanical ball the size of a fist rose abruptly from the deep pit in the middle, which can be regarded as an abyss, and stayed in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, two [-]-inch TV-sized things similar to football nets appeared on both sides, facing each other. Finally, two competing teams appeared.

Two teams, each team has seven people, one goalkeeper, six in front to grab the ball and attack.

And the tool they use to stay in the air is a small flat and long aircraft. Everyone holds a spoon-shaped but much larger cue in their hands.

At the beginning of the game, the twelve people in the frontcourt, some with clubs to grab the ball, and some defending behind, are trying to hit the ball into the opponent's basket.

Although it was the first time for Nian Shutong in the stands, she understood quickly.

"Harry Potter plus Cuju."

"What master?"

Huarong asked incomprehensibly, Nian Shutong looked at the ball and said directly: "Go back and show you a movie."

"it is good."

Huarong watched the game obediently and didn't ask any more questions.

But what Nian Shutong said is not wrong, the flying ball here is equivalent to the flying broom in Harry Potter, or the horse in polo, and even the tools in the hands of these people are similar.

It's just that the flying ball here is very fast. As long as one side scores a goal, it will be over.

A match ended very quickly, and it was very exciting, because one goal determines the winner, so the play was very exciting, somewhat barbaric, and many behaviors were allowed, so there was a lot of cheers in the stands, a little violent and passionate .

After the first game, Yu Zeming just received a communication from Yu Lao.

But when Mr. Yu saw the place where Yu Zeming was, he immediately shouted loudly: "You brat, you are not doing your job properly!"

"I came with my master."

"You——accompany the boss well, it's quite relaxing to see, not bad, not bad."

Yu Lao and Nian Shutong said a few words and explained why he couldn't leave. Nian Shutong said that he didn't mind at all and had a good time here, while Yu Lao told Yu Zeming to continue to have fun.

Yu Zeming hung up the communication, looked at Guangnao with a strange expression and said, "It turns out that the treatment is different because people are different."

"Boss, do you want to play?"

"playing what?"

Nian Shutong looked at Yu Zeming incomprehensibly.Yu Zeming pointed to the flying ball outside and said, "You can sign up for this one by yourself, and it's fine for several pairs."

"Oh -- no play."

Although the flying ball looks very exciting, it is really not attractive to Nian Shutong who can fly.

Yu Ze's name was not forced, he just asked casually.

"Dangdangdang!"

"Yu Zeming! Come out!"

The door of the box was slammed, and there was a very irritable Ke Bei outside.

Now, he bent over, covered his stomach with one hand, and supported the wall with the other, seeing that his leg was trembling.

Yu Zeming couldn't help wanting to laugh, but then he thought about it, why should he hold back, if the person standing outside was him, Ke Bei would want to laugh out loud.

"Boss, let me go."

"Ah."

Nian Shutong naturally had no objection.

Yu Zeming opened the door and went out, leaning against the glass wall of the door, looking at the weak Ke Bei.

"I said, Ke Bei, what's wrong with you, you want to kneel down to me?"

"You are kneeling with your legs shaking like this."

Ke Bei was really stretched to the point of collapse. He pointed at Yu Zeming with a finger, but his waist couldn't straighten up, and his whole body looked particularly distorted.

"Yu Xiaoer, you are cruel, give me medicine!"

"Yes? What do you want? What else do you want like this?"

Yu Zeming's words made Ke Bei even more angry.

"As for that woman, she must have done something to make her come out! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude today."

Ke Bei pushed Yu Zeming, but he was so weak that he had no strength at all, so Yu Zeming dodged badly, and Ke Bei fell into it, like a dog chewing mud.

"You are finished! No one can run away!"

Ke Bei trembled, just finished speaking harshly, when he saw the person in front of him, he immediately smiled.

"No one wants to run away, I must treat you to dinner today!"