"Brother, do you understand this Laoshizi support group?" Li Longyuan, who was leaning on the sofa and browsing the forum, turned his head and looked at Fingel, who kept shaking the mouse beside him.
I didn’t expect that I could eat melons on myself.
"Ah, ah? I don't know." Fingel quickly pretended to be playing the game seriously and answered vaguely.
"But why did I see your name listed here, 'Lone Wolf in the Rain'? Isn't this your trumpet? The position is still vice president." The boy's casual tone made Fingel break out in a cold sweat.
"Maybe it's the same name. You know, some special symbols are not displayed." At this moment, the tall and powerful German man swallowed hard and said dryly.
Damn it, how come this guy even remembers his own trumpet so clearly.
"Oh, that's also possible." Li Longyuan suddenly accepted this reason. Fingel, who was facing away from him and wearing black over-ear headphones, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"If I knew that a guy was taking pictures of me in private, I would definitely teach him how to take nude art photos." The handsome boy's words immediately made Fingel's hair break out again, and he resisted answering the question. , I couldn’t stop wailing in my heart.
"Junior brother is so evil!"
"Ding bell!" A message alert came from the mobile phone, and Fingel's ears became alert again.
This is a message from QQ, and there are always very few contacts on Junior Brother's list, which means there is information to be mined.
Fingel's instinct as a paparazzi made him forget the threat, and a clear idea flashed through his mind.
"Fengjun, are you coming?" A cute little yellow duck avatar sent a message. At first glance, she looked like a cute girl.
Li Yongyuan was leaning on the sofa, concentrating on replying to the message, but he didn't notice a big head sticking out from behind him.
"Come." The reply was direct.
"Okay, junior brother seems to be very polite, and his attitude towards girls is so direct." Fingel thought carefully, wondering where they were going to meet and what they were going to do.
As expected, the boy stood up, and Fingel turned hastily, afraid of being caught.
"Brother, move over." The boy stepped across the sofa and appeared in front of the game console.
"Ah? What? Aren't you going out?" Fingel looked very confused. The next second, Li Longyuan put on the headphones, took over his position, and quickly tapped on the keyboard to log in to his account.
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The game friends of "Eriyi's pSN" sent messages on time.
"Isn't this the guy we used to fight with in the King of Fighters?" Fingel stared at the screen in confusion. He still doesn't know the origin of the guy opposite him.
Now they are playing a gun game, with smoke and flames from submachine guns hitting the screen.
"You are worthy of leading a girl to a gunfight, little junior brother." Fingel gave Li Longyuan a thumbs up in his heart and retracted his previous malicious speculations about him.
"Return to blood." In the game, Li Longyuan continued to release his super vitality as the main attacker, and the girl beside him acted as an auxiliary priest to cooperate with the boy to recover from his injuries.
The two worked in perfect harmony and passed the next level quickly.
"Handsome, junior brother." Fingel praised. Although he has never played this game, seeing Li Longyuan's operation and hand speed is enough to judge that he is a top player.
But he immediately thought that the game console was moving away from him, and his face turned gloomy again. My thoughts are really ups and downs.
Lion Heart Club, Norton Hall The ice-faced boy stood at the door of the archives room where Li Longyuan once entered, looking at the silver-white metal valves.
"Are you ready?" A beautiful girl with black hair and a short skirt stood next to him, Chu Zihang's deputy, Su Qian.
"Yeah." Chu Zihang nodded slightly coldly. Anwar once told him when he resigned that to become president, you must have the temperament of a leader.
For him, silence is the best way. Because no matter how eloquent he is, no matter how high-spirited he talks, it cannot be as inflammatory as the speech of Caesar, who has been regarded as the successor of the family since he was a child.
It's better not to say anything and give the people below a mysterious sense of grace and power. Chu Zihang completely listened to these words, because they were in line with his wishes.
After returning from his trip to Japan, he became deeply aware of his shortcomings. When facing strong men like Yuan Zhisheng and Fengjian Liuli, they had no power to fight back. Their only purpose was to pass the Tang Hengdao to Li Longyuan.
Therefore, he hopes to find a way to improve himself in the violent blood information, at least not to hinder his teammates when performing tasks.
The giant alloy door weighing a hundred tons rose, and the young man in black disappeared behind the door. Bean-sized drops of sweat flowed down from the forehead of the handsome young man, and finally merged into the clear and spacious pool water.
Caesar was doing push-ups by the swimming pool. He put one finger on each hand against the ground and counted to three hundred times before stopping.
This is the ancient martial arts training method he learned from watching Bruce Lee videos. It is indeed very tiring and the effect is obvious.
The student union venue was originally a place where he often held parties, but now it has become Caesar's training ground.
That war practice class gave him an unforgettable lesson. Even this pampered nobleman began to notice the problem of personal combat power.
He had always believed that manpower had its limits after all, and with his long-term physical fitness, there was no need to polish it.
The most important thing to learn is how to plan the overall situation in order to control the overall situation. But the power of the dragon-shaped Deadpool and Li Yongyuan's performance completely changed his mind.
"President, there are some things here that I need you to review." In the swimming pool, which was empty except for Caesar, a beautiful girl dressed as a secretary walked in. Her platinum hair color matched well.
Caesar was leaning in the swimming pool to relax his sore muscles. He took the iPad she handed and took a look at it.
In the photo, Li Yongyuan is standing on a windsurfing board riding the wind and waves. In the background behind the boy, there is a small figure.
That was Caesar himself.
"What's wrong? The champion of this windsurfing race is indeed Li Yongyuan." Caesar admitted his failure, but he did not mean that he could always accept it.
"Many students in the forum compare you with Chu Zihang and Li Longyuan."
"Oh, what did they say?" Caesar smiled with interest.
"They call you
The "Dictator" said that if you are based on personal strength and do not use any weapons, you are not as good as any of them. Even if you are allowed to use foreign objects, you can only barely fight for the second position. "The girl said hesitantly.
"Haha, that's interesting." The blond young man showed a playful smile, but he did not get angry or gloomy as expected.
"Where is Chu Zihang?" Caesar asked.
"He is called the 'cold-faced Shura', and is touted as the god of death who can split everything with Murasame in his hands." The girl used the word "praising", obviously not convinced by the comments of netizens.
"What about Li Longyuan?" Caesar didn't care about this and just waved his hand for her to continue.
"Many people call him 'Prince'. He is well-deserved to be the number one in terms of martial arts in the academy."
"Prince? Then who will be the emperor? The Black King?" Caesar rubbed his chin and thought. The names of the netizens who stirred up trouble in this session are really interesting.
