Chapter 2: Losing Light

Meng Fan's first 1,000 points, after an hour of careful accumulation, not only did he not lose, but reached about 1,800 points.

It's not a big deal to win or lose, but the 35-fold BMW just now gave a signal to spit points, so Meng Fan is now full of confidence.

Generally, when the machine spits points, it is often given a high double continuously. This is an important experience gained by Meng Fan after playing for more than a year and losing months of living expenses and working money earned as a tutor.

Meng Fan did not hesitate to fill the high-power Mercedes-Benz and BMW, using nearly 6 percent in total.

"Green, Jetta." Contrary to expectations, the colored lights stopped on the 7 times green Jetta and ate up the 600 percent of Meng Fan's pressure.

Meng Fan shook his head helplessly, but he still believed that it was about to be high. This machine has swallowed seven or eighty points in a row within an hour, and it is impossible to eat without vomiting all the time.

It's still 600 points, full of high-power Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

"Red, Audi." This time, he gave 13 times Audi, and Meng Fan didn't beat him at all.

"Damn!" Meng Fan cursed in a low voice and looked up at the other two people. He saw that both of them were sad. Obviously, they were also doubled and were eaten.

Go on, be patient!

Meng Fan comforted himself in his heart, but his hand was not idle, and the jingling beautiful music kept coming from under the key. This time, Meng Fan used up the last six percent, and it was still full of high-power Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

The so-called stealing chicken is to guard the machine. After it eats a lot of points, it will immediately spit out points and press a few handfuls, and the chance of winning money is much higher. At this time, Meng Fan firmly believed that the machine was about to spit points, which was a good opportunity to steal chickens. It doesn't matter if he lost two games in the front. As long as it was given to Mercedes-Benz or BMW, even if it was 28 times the lowest multiple BMW, the first two lost can come back. Not only that, but it can also win 16700 points.

"Red, Audi." The machine sat in the village and gave another 13 times Audi, and after these three, there was only a pitiful 30 points left on Meng Fan's table, which was far from enough to press it again.

More than 1,8 hundred points accumulated in an hour of careful pressure, and lost a lot in three.

It's impossible. If you eat so many points, you will definitely spit points! Meng Fan threw out 200 yuan, and the security guard in charge of the score scored another 2,000 points.

It's only 2,000 points. When guarding the high-level Mercedes-Benz and BMW, it was 600 points. In the next two minutes, the machine gave three low-power Audi and Jetta in a row, and Meng Fan's scores on the table were also announced to be out.

Meng Fan shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it.

What's wrong with this machine today? Do you only eat and don't vomit?

There is only 200 yuan left in his pocket, which is only six times. Most of the living expenses this month have been transferred to the black-hearted game hall owner.

Meng Fan was depressed and took out the last 200 yuan.

It's down, it's down, it's bound to spit out!

Meng Fan looked at the 2,000 cents exchanged for the last 200 yuan, and there was an inexplicable panic.

As long as the next two are given to the high-level Mercedes-Benz or BMW, the lost one can be recovered. Damn, no matter how bad the machine program is, it is impossible to just eat and not vomit.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan set his mind and pressed heavily on the keys of Mercedes-Benz and BMW, still filled the three colors of Mercedes-Benz and BMW lamps with six percent.

"Red, Jetta!"

Now, the pleasant female voice from the machine is particularly harsh in Meng Fan's ears, and this 5 times Jetta also ate the 600 points pressed down this time.

Meng Fan looked up at the other two people who were still sticking to the high level. Seeing that they were sweating profusely, he obviously lost a lot.

Everyone who plays this machine today has lost money. Even if it is a bottomless hole, it should vomit a little after eating 100,000 points.

Yes, Meng Fan calculated in his heart that since he entered the door, this Mercedes-Benz BMW machine has eaten more than 100,000 points.

"It's time for Mercedes-Benz BMW!" Brother Li looked at the side for a long time and saw that Meng Fan had lost more than 3,000 points. He held his shoulder and missed the opportunity to remind him, as if he was talking to himself, but his words contained several gloating tone.

Meng Fan scolded the bastard in his heart, and his keys kept ringing, still full of high-power Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

"Red, Audi."

"Green, Jetta."

Two consecutive times, the machine still gives the lowest multiple odds.

Meng Fan is a little confused. The last 500 points left on the table are no longer enough to fill the three-color Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

Is this month's living expenses going to be ruined again? The law of winning ours is not useful?

Grandma, let's watch this last one!

There are six odds of Mercedes-Benz and BMW in three colors. If you want to be full, 500 points is obviously not enough.

75 times, 65 times, 55 times Mercedes-Benz, 45 times, 35 times, 28 times BMW, are all high times, but if you want to basically recover the capital, the 28 times BMW is obviously not enough.

Just give it up! In addition to the 28 times BMW, Meng Fan was full of other high times, and there were still a few points left, pressing on the lowest times Jetta.

Meng Fan was a little hot. He simply stood up, put his hands on the stage, and stared straight at the lantern disk in the middle. He was both expectant and nervous.

The colored lights turned and reflected in Meng Fan's eyes, making him a little confused.

"Green, BMW!"

Meng Fan patted his head and was dumbfounded. This time, he gave 28 times BMW that he had abandoned.

If you fill this BMW, you can come back at least 2,800 points, but now, there is no point left.

Unlucky! God's will makes fun of people!

Meng Fan shook his head in a trance and finally accepted the cruel fact that the money-winning experience he had summarized was useless, and more importantly, he had to live on instant noodles for the next 20 days of this month.

"Xiaofan, how much did you lose?" Human animals are very strange. The pain of losing money can always be eased when they see others also lose money. Seeing that Meng Fan also lost money, Brother Li's expression is much more relieved. Although he is asking, most of them are gloating. The disgusting smile is clearly saying: Look, we are not the only unlucky one, and you are still with me.

Meng Fan stared at him and suddenly felt a burst of fatigue. He dragged his heavy body away from the Mercedes-Benz BMW and walked out of the door.

It's almost noon. I don't know when the heavy snow has stopped, the sky is blue, and the dazzling sunshine is facing him, so he can't open his eyes.

Looking from afar, there were many tall buildings, everything was wrapped in silver, and the weather gradually warmed up. Meng Fan suddenly walked on the roadside, and the snow melted under the sun soaked his trousers. He didn't realize it and only felt weak all over and wanted to find a place to have a good sleep.

Damn, I thought that the information I found on the Internet and the experience I summarized were enough to kill all sides. It was no problem to win 8,000 yuan, but I still lost all.

Those experiences are useful, and I must be unlucky today!

Meng Fan was a little unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. This month's living expenses had been completely lost. He kicked the snow on the roadside in frustration and secretly calculated how much money he had lost in the past year.

It should be more than 10,000!

I can't read it.

If it goes on like this, when will it be retrieved?

It's not that Meng Fan hasn't won money. Once, after eating a lot of points on a machine, he singledged eight doors and filled the high-power Mercedes-Benz. As a result, he gave 75 times the highest odds. In just half a minute, he won 5600 yuan.

Invite students to eat, drink and sing. At that time, Meng Fan's heart was full of pride.

However, the remaining more than 5,000 yuan was not long in his pocket. In just a week, the money flew back to the game hall, and he became a poor man living on instant noodles.

It's fucking unwilling! Meng Fan panicked and kicked a small stone on the roadside heavily.

"Oh--" Who knew that the stone was embedded in the cement floor. This foot not only did not kick the stone away, but also hit his foot with terrible pain.

People are unlucky. They really stuff their teeth when they drink a mouthful of water. Meng Fan tiptoed, grinned and indignant.

His head was dizzy. Unconsciously, Meng Fan had walked back to his school along the road, but the residual pain on his feet had not subsided. He looked up at the sign of the technical school gate, shook his head and walked in.

This technical school is an absolute third-rate college, not even three books. Even if you graduate, the chances of finding a job are very slim.

And Meng Fan, in this third-rate school, is a true third-class student, such as analog circuits, calculus, college physics and so on. He hasn't taken several classes, and hasn't touched the textbooks a few times. He just doesn't know anything at all. If he hadn't had a better relationship with the counselor, he would have been kicked home long ago.

Meng Fan's only hobby is gambling.

He likes fraudulent gold flowers, playing mahjong, card nine, and color. However, the helplessness is that the standard rich second generation in this school has the same hobbies as him, and his living expenses of 500 to 600 yuan a month can't be on the table at all.

Meng Fan secretly sighed that sometimes, people's fate is doomed at the moment of birth, which is also a living life. Why do children born in luxury villas have completely different fates than children born in African refugee grottoes?

Who knows, maybe this is the world!

Standing at the door of the dirty dormitory, Meng Fan looked up at the red sun in the blue sky and was inexplicably in a trance. In the faint, he seemed to see a tiny and inconspicuous bright spot beating irregularly around the sun on the edge of the sun. Meng Fan rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but the bright spot disappeared, but he felt that the sun seemed to suddenly become stronger and he couldn't open his eyes.

"Hey--, the output illusion is coming." Meng Fan sighed in a low voice, "For good, I have prepared a few boxes of instant noodles in advance, or I have to go under the overpass to beg."