No Jokes Here

After talking with the dean, Lin Qianan finally let the dean accept the money.

For him, there is really no place to spend a lot of money for the time being.

And many of the facilities at the orphanage are actually very old. When he went back, he could only watch helplessly because he had enough energy but not enough energy.

Now that he has money, he naturally wants to give back to the place that raised him as soon as possible.

With this money, those younger siblings should be able to live better, and the dean will be able to adopt more orphans.

In this way, two days passed quickly, and it came to June 3rd.

Lin Qian'an's game progress was temporarily stuck, but there was a visible change in the cultivation of internal skills.

He now has to hit the acupoints in the middle of the eyebrows four times a day, three times to fill the Dantian infuriating qi, and once to consume nearly half of the Dantian infuriating qi before going to bed.

And the acupoints in the center of the eyebrows are also changing every day, and that layer of barriers has obviously become thinner and thinner in Lin Qian'an's perception.

I don't know when he will suddenly open the acupoints between the eyebrows and break through to the innate realm.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Lin Qian'an had a momentary inspiration, turned on the computer and typed two more chapters.

When he came back to his senses, it was already half past eleven in the evening.

At this time, he was a little hungry, so he decided to go out to the night market stall to eat something.

Because the population of Shuangrong County is not large, the night market is not very lively. In addition, it is not yet the hot July and August period, so basically all the night market stall owners will close their stalls and leave at twelve o'clock. .

When Lin Qianan went out to the night market, it was almost 11:50.

He happened to be in time for the last wave of closing the stall.

After ordering more than 20 kebabs at a barbecue stall, Lin Qianan opened a can of drinks and waited quietly by the side of the stall to start watching videos.

Since the state has released extraordinary information, information about extraordinary people on the Internet has been everywhere.

And there are more and more abnormal events, and some new memes have also appeared.

There are many hidden superhumans who have also disclosed their own information and started to make self-media videos.

Among them was Wang Bin, the head coach of the eight million fishermen in Qing'an City.

In his latest video, he was using a slender fishing rod to fish a motorcycle weighing more than 400 kilograms directly from the bottom of the river.

It feels like a small crane.

However, at present, there are many people who abuse stalks and extraordinary abilities online.

The country is also introducing relevant policies, and at the same time, it is also actively cracking down on extraordinary crimes.

Compared with the domestic situation, Lin Qianan found that the foreign country had already been in chaos.

It seems that since January this year, the frequency of occurrence of stalks has increased. In addition, foreign countries do not seem to be very active in handling them, and the control is relatively weak. At present, there are signs of a complete collapse and beginning to rot.

But then again, even if there is no trouble, their situation doesn't seem to be much better.

In other words, he was not interested in foreign news in the past, and the foreign country has been in a delicate state of chaos for a long time, with wars and crimes everywhere, so that Lin Qian'an didn't notice it at all.

Otherwise, if he watched foreign news a few more times, he would have realized the appearance of the stalker long ago.

At this time, the stall owner grilled the skewers that Lin Qianan needed and brought them up, and immediately started busy planning to close the stall.

Soon, the stall owner packed up his things, pushed the barbecue cart and left.

Seeing this, Lin Qianan also took the disposable lunch box and walked out of the night market while eating skewers.

And just as he passed an alley, a piano sound suddenly came.

The piano sound is very fast, and at the same time it is so clear in this silent night.

Lin Qianan heard the name of this piece, because it was the very famous Bumblebee Flying.

Accompanied by the music, there is also the aroma of cumin.

At this time, through the light of the street lamp, Lin Qianan also saw the source of the piano sound in the alley.

Is that a piano kebab cart?

He didn't know if that was the right way to describe it, but it was indeed a combination of a piano and a kebab car!

And sitting on the piano skewer car was a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes in a tuxedo.

Accompanied by the percussion of the keys, the skewers kept rolling, and at the same time the piano car slowly drove out of the alley.

[Hint: There is a stalk near the host, which has been marked. 】

Just when the piano skewer was only about ten meters away from Lin Qian'an, a prompt appeared.

Lin Qianan looked at the piano car and the man in the tuxedo with red marks, and couldn't help but squinted his eyes slightly.

Without waiting for Lin Qian'an to think, the piano car had slowly parked in front of Lin Qian'an.

The man sitting in the piano car got up, picked up two skewers of barbecued meat in his right hand, and bowed to Lin Qian'an with a gentleman's salute: "Thank you for listening, do you need to eat skewers, sir?"

Lin Qianan smelled the strong aroma on the skewers, and then looked at the skewers in his disposable food box, and suddenly felt that his skewers were so soulless.

Subconsciously, Lin Qianan took the skewer from the other party's hand.

When I took a bite, the fresh and tender roasted meat splattered with juice, mixed with green peppers, which neutralized a little greasy, and with the unique flavor in my mouth, special notes resounded in my mind.

""destiny"?"

Lin Qianan suddenly woke up, and his expression became very strange.

After the man heard Lin Qian'an's words, he showed a hint of surprise: "Sir, you actually heard its name? Not many people in the night market understand my music, and I thought no one here would understand it. It's!"

Lin Qian'an asked, "Since you want to find someone who can appreciate your music, why don't you go to a place like an opera house to perform? People there will surely understand your music."

"No, they don't understand, and there, their minds are not on music at all. Only in the night market can people really stop and appreciate my music, although they appreciate the gap more than the art. ." The tuxedo man explained.

When Lin Qianan heard the words, he couldn't help falling into silence.

What the man said is right. In many popular videos now, the little guys who deliver food are versatile and can easily get out of the circle.

But do people appreciate his art?

No, in fact, I just wanted to see the difference.

"My name is Zaphant, dear sir, can I have the honor to know your name?" Zaphant asked aloud.

"Lin Qian'an." Lin Qian'an replied.

"Mr. Lin Qian'an, do you have free time now? Am I fortunate enough to invite you to enjoy a piece of music here?" Zafente asked.

"Of course there is." Lin Qianan nodded.

"Then, the next song is "To Alice". This song has a slow rhythm and is suitable for roasting some vegetarian food. Do you like spicy food, sir?"

Zavente said, and began to put potatoes, eggplants, and leeks on the grill above the piano.

"I'm not taboo, you can watch it." Lin Qianan said.

"Then, Mr. Lin Qian'an, please enjoy the piano piece "To Alice"."

Zaphant lifted the swallowtail behind him and suddenly sat in front of the piano car.

As Zaphant's hands fell and his fingers swayed, a comfortable music sounded.

In the process of playing, he will reach out and grab the seasoning bottle on the side, and sprinkle seasonings such as cumin and pepper on the skewers.

The combination of the piano music and the aroma of the skewers made Lin Qian'an's expression very comfortable. He felt like he was doing a massage, and the faint pain in his lungs disappeared temporarily.

After the song was finished, Lin Qianan took the skewers from Zafente and asked, "How much?"

"Dear sir, it's hard to find bosom friends, so I invite you to these skewers!" Zafente laughed.

After speaking, he got into his piano kebab car again, playing the piano and gradually moved away.

Lin Qian'an looked at the skewers he got from Zafent, and the expression on his face was very exciting.

Because he suddenly discovered that skewers are also stalks!

He picked up a skewer and thought.

[Hint: Whether to collect the stalk points attached to the current stalk. (Hint: After collecting the stalk points, the stalks will lose their original function.)]

[Hint: 0.1 stalk points have been successfully collected. 】

The next moment, the skewer in his hand turned into an ordinary skewer, and the aroma on it was still there, but Lin Qianan felt that he had lost his soul.

After picking it up and taking a bite, Lin Qianan confirmed his guess.

At this time, its taste is no different from ordinary skewers.

And most importantly, the music no longer reverberates in my mind.

Lin Qianan looked at his panel.

The above stalk points did not increase, perhaps because of the problem that the decimal point is not displayed.

He expressed some regrets about this.

And just when this idea appeared, he found that his obstacle point had changed from 13 to 13.3.

Lin Qianan did not expect that this panel still has room for adjustment, and tried to make it display more complex data, but it failed.

Shaking his head, Lin Qianan looked back at the direction where Zafent was leaving. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

In his eyes, Zaphant's body also had a marked red light.

Undoubtedly, he himself is also a stalker.

If Lin Qian'an wanted to, he might be able to subdue him and collect stalk points directly.

However, Lin Qian'an didn't do that in the end.

Zafent is obviously a harmless stalker, and facing a human who can communicate normally, Lin Qian'an can't do that kind of thing.

Putting the skewer given by Zafent in his mouth, Lin Qianan took a bite.

Along with the rich aroma and special taste, a touching piano song also resounded in my mind.

After eating a skewer, Lin Qianan felt that his whole body was much more energetic, and most of the fatigue caused by the whole day's activities also disappeared.

After eating Zaffint's skewers, he felt a little bit unable to eat those ordinary skewers.

But after all, food can't be wasted, so Lin Qian'an still swallowed everything in his stomach.

Back at the residence, Lin Qian'an turned on the computer and searched for keywords such as night markets, men in tuxedos, piano skewers, etc., and then saw related stalks.

However, it turned out that a very popular handmade blogger was inspired to make a piano skewer car, which combined the high spring snow and the Xialiba people very skillfully.

So after the video became popular, the stalk of the night market pianist was derived.

It is said that every midnight, with the sound of the piano and the aroma of cumin, he will appear, bringing people skewers and music.

Lin Qianan guessed that Zafente should also be born because of this stalk.

Thinking of his skewers, Lin Qianan actually looked forward to seeing him again at night.