The Turning Gears of Fate Chapter 7

Milo Ding sat opposite Oscar Lin.

This fried rice noodle shop is quite famous. When Oscar Lin mentioned it, he immediately guessed it was here.

It happens to be lunch time now. For a person who has studied hard all night and worked hard for several days, it is very important to eat when the time comes.

He took out a pair of chopsticks from the side, lowered his head and took a bite: "You knew I would come? If I hadn't come, your share would have been wasted."

"Don't waste it." Oscar Lin said.

"Huh?" Milo Ding looked up at him.

"To tell you the truth," Oscar Lin cleared his throat, "both of these plates belong to me."

Milo Ding was stunned: "What..."

"And that plate..." Oscar Lin pointed to the plate of fried rice noodles he was eating, "Sorry, I just took two bites."

"No," Milo Ding suddenly straightened up and threw his chopsticks on the table, "Just tell me if you have any grudge against me."

"You can eat this plate." Oscar Lin didn't say much else, pushed another plate in front of him, and took away the previous plate.

"...Don't you want to eat two plates?" Milo Ding looked a little embarrassed and glanced at the fried rice noodles in front of him, "Didn't I say that both plates are yours?"

"Are you going to eat?" Oscar Lin asked, taking out a pair of chopsticks for him and placing them on the edge of the plate.

"Don't eat it," Milo Ding said, "Who knows whether you have licked this plate or not. After you take a bite, you might say, ah, this is the plate I have eaten."

"I'm not that boring." Oscar Lin laughed.

"Then I'm bored." Milo Ding said.

"Lack of food makes you a jerk." Oscar Lin lowered his head and started eating.

Milo Ding stood up for a while, suppressed his unknown anger, and then picked up the chopsticks.

When he went out in the morning, his mother chased him and asked him if he had studied hard during this period. He talked to his mother for a few words before going out.

He was not used to his mother's distrustful attitude. He read and reviewed until midnight every night, but what he got in return was this kind of irritating and crazy question.

If grandpa is around, he may be persuaded. Just tell them that you review until midnight every day.

But he didn't want to. He just wanted to do his own things and his own life at his own pace. If he had to report, he was only willing to report to his grandparents. Why should he report to his grandparents who had only occasionally appeared on the phone for more than ten years? Report to the person in the video.

Take a step back and understand from the childish thinking of him who is always scolded by his father. You love me so much, but you don’t know that I don’t go to bed until three o’clock every day?

"Didn't you go to school?" Milo Ding was stunned for a while and then looked at the time.

"He went and came out again." Oscar Lin said, "What about you?"

"I'll win an induction cooker." Milo Ding said.

Oscar Lin paused, raised his head, stared at his face twice, then turned to look at the large glass bottle he put on the table: "Why do you want an induction cooker?"

"Give it to my grandma." Milo Ding said.

"Your home..." Oscar Lin looked at the balancing car he placed next to him again, "Isn't it difficult?"

"Both things," Milo Ding said, "My grandma thinks that the induction cooker is not worth spending money on, and it might not be safe."

"I understand." Oscar Lin took two more mouthfuls of rice noodles and put down his chopsticks, "Let me help you."

"You..." Milo Ding originally wanted to say if you could do it, but when he saw his plate, he was a little surprised and changed the next sentence, "Have you finished eating?"

"Well," Oscar Lin took a tissue and wiped his mouth, "I have enough time to have another plate before you finish."

"Are you a pig?" Milo Ding couldn't help but ask.

"No." Oscar Lin leaned back in his chair and looked at his glass bottle, "What kind of tea did you drink today? The one before was honeysuckle, right?"

Milo Ding didn't make a sound, reached out and took down the bottle on the table and put it on his lap.

"Thank you." Oscar Lin took the Coke handed over by Milo Ding, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

"I drink green tea." Milo Ding shook the bottle in his hand, unscrewed it and took a sip, then put the bottle into a bag hanging on his waist that was as long as a noodle bag.

The habit of drinking tea from a glass bottle is not common among young people, especially young people like Milo Ding...who occasionally have a bit of a charlatanism that cannot be concealed and come out.

Of course, he probably didn't hide it either.

"Let's go." Oscar Lin walked towards the shopping mall.

"Wait for me," Milo Ding followed him on the balance car, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "I'll put the car away for a moment."

Oscar Lin stopped.

After Milo Ding finished the phone call, a girl ran out from the milk tea shop nearby, smiling happily: "Go, go, I'll help you play with the car first."

"I'll pay you if you mess up." Milo Ding got out of the car, "I won't be soft-hearted towards girls either."

"I know." The girl stepped on the balance car and left without looking back.

"Do you know anyone in the milk tea shop?" Oscar Lin took a sip of Coke, "Why don't you treat me to milk tea? You don't have to spend money."

"That's my elementary school classmate. If you say you want to drink milk tea, I will take you to her house to drink it," Milo Ding said, "Don't you want to drink Coke?"

"Ah, I want to drink milk tea." Oscar Lin said.

"Buy it yourself!" Milo Ding glared at him, turned around and walked towards the mall.

Xinjia is considered a small one among the shopping malls nearby, and because of its age, its location is relatively remote. Although it has the status of an old-timer in many shopping malls, the fact that it is old and rustic cannot be avoided.

Oscar Lin hasn't been to this mall for three years.

I didn’t expect that there are still people visiting this mall and holding activities.

However, the promotion of this event was obviously not good. There was only a poster outside the mall. It had already started for almost half an hour when they arrived. There were not many spectators at the scene, and the people participating in the competition...

"Can I regret it?" Oscar Lin asked Milo Ding in a low voice.

"What are you regretting?" Milo Ding said.

"I won't help you win the induction cooker." Oscar Lin looked around at the aunts and sisters who had signed up and were eager to try.

The few men are all uncles.

"What's wrong?" Milo Ding looked around and looked at him with disdain, "Are you afraid of winning without fighting?"

"Isn't it?" Oscar Lin still whispered, "It's not like bullying the elderly."

"It's not necessarily who is bullying whom," Milo Ding said, with an expression on his face as if he was one of the elderly, "don't go up and compete in a circle without even touching the electric wire of the induction cooker."

Oscar Lin looked at him for several seconds, trying to judge whether he was sincere or irritating.

I didn't even make a judgment.

I even felt that his words really came from the heart.

"Okay." Oscar Lin nodded.

The rules of this activity are very simple, that is, fixed-point shooting.

Each player has 15 goals. Whoever scores more goals wins. If the number is the same, it depends on who scores more goals in a row. The same number depends on who takes the shortest time.

It's basically the same as playing basketball, except the distance is farther.

"What if we are the last two left?" Oscar Lin asked Milo Ding.

"You're overthinking," Milo Ding said, "I won't make it to the end, otherwise I won't treat you to a Coke."

"I thought you bought me a Coke because I bought you fried rice noodles?" Oscar Lin said.

"I bought you a Coke because you bought me fried rice noodles and helped me get the induction cooker." Milo Ding replied calmly.

"Your family is really..." Oscar Lin was interrupted by Milo Ding before he could finish his words.

"It's not difficult, I just want to take advantage of you." Milo Ding said.

"Oh," Oscar Lin smiled, "How about you do the math, can I win in a while? You probably don't even know if I can play basketball."

Milo Ding didn't refuse. He picked up his phone and took a look at the time, then started calculating.

Oscar Lin watched his movements.

To be honest, I couldn't understand this action, I just vaguely felt that Milo Ding was mumbling something.

This person looks like a half-fairy.

"Don't you need to throw something away?" Oscar Lin really couldn't see the reason, so he asked.

"No, if I want to use my grandma's copper coins to make predictions at home," Milo Ding said, "Anything will do outside, numbers, time, that basketball, birds..."

"Bird?" Oscar Lin was stunned.

Milo Ding stopped calculating and turned to look at him with a very contemptuous expression: "What are you thinking about? You are a bird flying in the sky!"

"Chirp chirp chirp." Oscar Lin said, he really thought wrong about this.

Human thoughts are really free.

"Jiu you..." Milo Ding clicked his tongue, "Understood, think about what you want to ask, and you can get whatever you want from the hexagram."

"Yeah." Oscar Lin nodded.

Suddenly an unrealistic and magical idea came into my mind.

"We can win." Milo Ding said.

"Then can you calculate how many I got?" Oscar Lin asked.

"No," Milo Ding said, "it's much easier to calculate whether I can make extra money today than it is to calculate whether you can win."

"...Okay." Oscar Lin nodded.

Waiting to see the results.

When the game started, Oscar Lin discovered that most of the aunts and sisters came in groups. They were divided into about five or six groups. They even brought a cheerleading team and cheered them enthusiastically while shooting.

Oscar Lin took a look and felt that he had indeed underestimated the elderly.

Although the posture was very non-standard, and even showed a non-standard posture for every shot, two aunts actually scored 8 goals.

Shock.

The level of several uncles is not low. One uncle scored 12 goals.

Oscar Lin glanced at Milo Ding, who was lying on the railing next to him, holding a lollipop in his mouth and looking at it with gusto: "Hey."

"Huh?" Milo Ding responded, without looking at him, and applauded the uncle on the field, "Awesome!"

"Did you really calculate that you could get the induction cooker?" Oscar Lin asked.

"It's not about the induction cooker, it's about external wealth. Don't be afraid," Milo Ding said. "Relax, if you really don't win, I might be able to pick up ten yuan when you go out."

"So you're not really unsure, right? But...the induction cooker and ten dollars," Oscar Lin admired Milo Ding's mentality, "Isn't the gap a bit big?"

"People must be content." Milo Ding replied calmly.

They signed up late and were last in line, with Milo Ding going first.

When Oscar Lin watched him throw the first ball, he felt that the dispute over the induction cooker was probably between them.

Although Milo Ding had humbly expressed his determination not to get an induction cooker before, the way he shot the ball looked like someone who had played basketball for more than ten years.

One, two, three, four, five.

After scoring five goals in a row, Milo Ding turned around and raised his eyebrows proudly. Oscar Lin looked at him and wanted to go over and push his eyebrows back.

But his eyes were quickly attracted by a person next to him.

When he signed up, he paid attention. Apart from the uncle and aunt, he didn't see any other young people, and he didn't even notice that there was such a young man who looked like an athlete.

The man was watching Milo Ding shoot the ball, and his feet were still moving habitually, and he would jump lightly from time to time.

Oscar Lin felt that he had been led astray by Milo Ding before, so he thought about investing in trying to get an induction cooker, but he never thought that even an induction cooker would cost several hundred yuan, how could he let passersby just take it? gone?

Milo Ding made 13 consecutive shots, but the last two missed a little and bounced out.

However, this result can already kill the middle-aged and elderly people in front of him.

"The induction cooker is mine," Milo Ding happily jumped next to him, "It's your turn. Just relax and vote as you please. The basics of whether you can get in or not are basically stable. There is no one behind us."

"Yes." Oscar Lin glanced at the young man.

Sure enough, the man's name was called and he came on stage.

"Was there this person just now?" Milo Ding asked.

"I don't know," Oscar Lin whispered, "Anyway, there are now. I see him like this, maybe..."

Milo Ding raised his index finger to his mouth: "Look first, don't talk nonsense."

As expected, the young man scored 14 goals in one go. Although one of them missed, according to the rules, the total number takes precedence.

"Damn." Milo Ding whispered from the side, "This guy looks like a javelin, but he can actually score 14?"

"...How do you see this?" Oscar Lin asked, holding back a smile.

"I don't know, intuition." Milo Ding rubbed his nose, "Brother Yu, it's up to you."

"Okay." Oscar Lin bit "Okay Brother Chicken" back into his stomach.

When the javelin was finished, he looked at Oscar Lin, his eyes full of confidence.

Oscar Lin smiled and stood in the circled position.

This position is neither far nor close, farther than the two-point line and closer than the three-point line. The height of the basket is also not standard, a little shorter, which is just too good.

Everyone looked at him, and he glanced at the induction cooker on the table next to him.

In fact, it is just an ordinary induction cooker, and the style is also the old style. It doesn't matter if it is not.

But he was still very serious when he picked up the ball.

He does this no matter what he does, it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses, his ranking, or what others say, he only cares about whether he has done well what he wants to do.

For example, now, he just wants to win over the induction cooker.

Whether a person has exercise cells, whether he exercises regularly, and whether his body is firm or not, these can all be seen in every move, even if he wears a lot of clothes.

Milo Ding was not sure whether Oscar Lin could play basketball or whether he could shoot.

But he was sure that Oscar Lin was not a scholar who just stayed at his desk and studied stupidly.

Lin Xueshen also supported his judgment very confidently.

The first pitch was a beautiful throw.

"Hey, Hollow." The aunt next to me said.

Then the second one.

"Oh, hollow!" said the aunt.

The third.

"Yo! It's hollow again!" Auntie raised her voice.

the fourth.

"Hey! Oh!" the aunt shouted, "This is professional!"

After the fifth one was cast, Oscar Lin turned his head and glanced in his direction.

I don't know if he wanted to show off, but before Milo Ding could react, he turned back.

Probably not to show off, but just to see the surprised expression on his face.

And turning back before he could react was probably to gain time.

To throw the most balls in the shortest time.

It's best if you can hit 15. If you can't hit 14, it will take less time than the one with the javelin just now.

When other aunts did well, Milo Ding called out. When Oscar Lin made a good vote, he basically didn't make a sound and just stared at it.

Then the vote is over.

15 goals, all scored.

"This can't be a trap!" The aunt shouted again in shock.

"If it's true," Milo Ding said, "I don't dare to do it so brilliantly, it's too obvious."

"Ouch! It's true!" Another aunt also shouted, very unhappy, "You think you young people are here to join in the fun and grab things from us old people!"

"No," Milo Ding said, "I came here to grab it on behalf of the old man.

The event organizer still abided by the rules. After registering Oscar Lin's information, he gave him a coupon and came to pick up the induction cooker a week later.

"You need to come in person with your ID card to confirm," the staff said, "and the warranty is that these are regular products."

"Can't you collect it on your behalf?" Oscar Lin was stunned.

"No." The staff said, "You must come in person."

Oscar Lin hesitated for a moment: "Okay."

After walking out of the shopping mall, Ding Jicai clapped his hands and said, "I can calculate it accurately!"

"Yes." Oscar Lin smiled, "But I will have to make another trip then."

"Please drink milk tea." Milo Ding pointed to the milk tea shop just now.

"I want to drink Coke." Oscar Lin said.

"...You just want me to spend money, right?" Milo Ding said.

"You are so smart, why don't you count how much I made for you today?" Oscar Lin said.

Milo Ding bought him a bottle of Coke, then took him to the milk tea shop and sat under the parasol at the door.

When milk tea and a lot of snacks were brought over, Oscar Lin felt a little embarrassed: "What I just said was just a joke, you don't have to..."

"I wanted to treat you to a Coke and two plates of fried rice noodles, but I saw that you weren't full just now," Milo Ding said, "but his snacks are quite delicious, and the one next door sells noodles. The store is also owned by them, so I asked you to make two bowls, so you can try it."

"...Thank you." Oscar Lin said.

"You're welcome, I really didn't expect to get an induction cooker today," Milo Ding leaned on his chair and swayed, "I only saw the activity when I was passing by here. Thank you."

"I didn't do much, just shot a few baskets." Oscar Lin smiled.

"If you need help in the future, please tell me." Milo Ding said.

There really is.

But I can't open this mouth.

Oscar Lin felt that he was shocked by having such an idea.

If you say it again it becomes the truth...

"What are you doing here today?" Milo Ding asked, "If you want to relax and change your mind, you should go to the small park, which is closer to the Affiliated High School."

"Guess." Oscar Lin said.

If you can guess it, I'll ask you for help.

Milo Ding glanced at him: "It's true or not."

"Guess." Oscar Lin curled his lips.

"Okay," Milo Ding squinted his eyes, held his chin in his hand, tapped his fingertips at the corners of his mouth, and then said, "Give me a number, one or a group, whatever."

"95." Oscar Lin said.

Milo Ding looked at him for a while: "I should have done the math before answering you."

"Yeah." Oscar Lin responded.

"But you...don't do the math, I'll just guess," Milo Ding said, lying on the table and leaning in front of him, "You're here to find someone, right?"