"Fly for me!"
"It's quite a while. The cow head is also equipped with teleportation? Let me fly again. The archmage is silent. You can still run? Keep flying. I want you to grab my cow head. Do you want to grab it? Do you want to grab it?"
The young man holding a cigarette moved his hands in the air. The sound of the keyboard and mouse was not loud under his operation, but the frequency was very fast. With the recording software in the upper right corner, the APM was as high as 260.
Behind the sofa where he was sitting, there were several spectators standing, including adults and some with green-looking faces, but no one said anything. They were all focused on the screen, for fear of affecting the young man's operation.
Even though he was standing in the wind and was covered in smoke, the boy who looked like a high school student was unwilling to move for fear of missing the details.
"Deng Deng Deng Deng..."
At this moment, Nokia's classic ringtone rang, and the high-playing boy in front of the computer was excited. His hand slipped and the opponent seized the opportunity.
The heroes on the screen belonging to the boy were charged to death. The boy muttered something, released the mouse with his right hand and quickly picked up the phone. He held it with his ears and started to operate the keyboard and mouse again in an attempt to make a final resistance. Unfortunately, everything was in vain. It's all in vain, the opportunity for masters to fight against each other only lasts a split second.
"Yuyu, I'm in the Internet cafe. Are you being abused in the billiard hall again? I'm almost done with this game, so I'll be there soon."
After hanging up the phone, the boy looked at the heroes on the screen and felt irritated for no reason.
Prepare to go to the billiard hall later to play hard and kill everyone.
Just when he was thinking about how to lose quickly without losing face.
The chat started scrolling on the left side of the screen, and the opponent was typing away.
[Chenghai Duel Maniac]: "Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard. You can even cut off any skills you receive. Is it because too many strokes affect your reaction speed?" When the young man saw this, he immediately banged on the keyboard to fight back.
[1V1DJ boy]: "Don't be crazy, I'm calling, otherwise you wouldn't have a chance. I happen to have something to do today, so I won't call you now."
[Chenghai Duel Maniac]: "Pretending to be okay when you are about to lose? I have used this trick since the third grade of elementary school. I have no intention of using it since I graduated from elementary school, because people with normal IQs can see through it.'"
[1V1DJ boy]: "Fuck you, my friend called me and scared me to stop the skill. He has something urgent over there. I'll do this for today and make an appointment when I have time."
[Chenghai Duel Maniac]: "Okay, send me a text message then. My store isn't busy anyway."
When the audience saw that the excitement was gone, they immediately dispersed.
Several people returned to their seats and clicked on Haofang. It seemed that their hands were itchy after watching the masters play the game.
Several boys who looked like high school students did not rush to get on the plane. Instead, they discussed in a low voice together: "Is that Yinzhen? I remember that is his ID."
"It's silly. Warcraft IDs are not created casually."
"But, but their operations are so powerful, it must be Yinzhen, I have seen his video!"
"Yes, I think so too. It's amazing. That brother can fight with Yinzhen back and forth. He seems to be a graduate of our school."
"Probably, I remember him. He was also very good at basketball, and he was on the school football team. He was very good at sports, and he was good at playing games. He was really amazing."
The boy who just said that he might be an impostor waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up and get on the plane. I've been watching for a long time and I don't have time to wait. I told my mother to come out for tutoring and I have to go home at 4 o'clock."
At this time, the young man who was being watched just now glanced disdainfully at the few juniors who had lied to their parents, but why did they lie to their parents? Kids who are in their second year of high school just can't do it.
He tidied up a little, stood up, and then remembered his cell phone. He turned around and strode towards the door with his horse in hand. He turned to the girl at the bar and shouted: "Sister, help me remove the card."
"Okay, why don't you leave so early?"
"I have something to do today, otherwise I will definitely wait until you turn over before leaving. I feel good when I see you."
"loquacious."
The girl at the bar covered her mouth and smiled, waving her hands, as if she was impatient, if she wasn't smiling.
After walking out of the Internet cafe, he looked back at the colorful posters of CS, Warcraft and other games on the floor-to-ceiling glass. The young man felt as if he was in another world.
Although there is only a wall between them, the Internet cafe is completely different from the outside world.
The afternoon sun made him squint his eyes, and his medium-sized eyes became a line.
Her medium-long purple hair reaches her ears and eyebrows. She trembles when she walks. Her feet are 1.8 meters tall and 1.78 meters tall. When passers-by see this look of respect, they all shake their heads, unable to accept this "new and new humanity". ".
But if you look closely, you can see that although the young man's eyes are not big, they are bright and bright, as if he can talk. There is a layer of mist in the watery eyes under the inner double eyelids. If you look closely, you will be attracted by this innate melancholy temperament.
There is a mole under the left eye, and the mole under the eye is called a mole of tears. The old man said that this kind of person has a delicate mind, and is very sad when he hears frustrations, so it is called a mole of tears.
Lin Yi was disdainful of this. When he first heard this statement, he was still in the second grade and wrote "My fate is up to me and I can't help it" on his schoolbag.
Occasionally, a few students who looked like good babies would immediately get out of the way when they saw Lin Yi's dignity, and even cautiously complained in a low voice: "Not mainstream."
However, he found that the female classmate who went to the cram school with him did not respond. When he saw that the girl was still staring at the "non-mainstream", the "good baby" secretly scolded the girl for being really superficial and liking the little ruffian.
Lin Yi has a strong nose bridge, red lips and white teeth. Together with his talking eyes, he has good facial features.
It's just that his hair style is not neat, so few people will observe him carefully.
After all, this kind of look usually involves several people riding a broken motorcycle, typing Martian articles online, and occasionally running to a crowded place to dance the ghost step, or bring their own lime.
"Liu Yiyang, let's go. I'll have tutoring later."
The "good boy" student reminded him loudly, and the girl reluctantly looked back.
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Yingtu Internet Cafe and Signature Billiards Hall are both on the pedestrian street, not far away. It only takes a few minutes to walk quickly.
There are various milk tea shops, Japanese-style meals, and Western fast food along the way. They are still new in this era. Just a few slices of frozen beef topped with some sauce with a fancy name can be sold for more than ten or twenty yuan. , even the miso soup, which is like water from the pot, is not given away. It is selling very well, and the store is full of customers, including young lovers who are hungry after shopping and high school students who are studying for lunch and do not worry about money. Ji Yi glanced at it with disgust, and accelerated his steps a little faster.
Ji Yi just doesn't like to chase trends, but he doesn't know that excessively avoiding all trend elements is no different from chasing trends. It's all used to show off his own personality. There is no distinction between the young bourgeoisie who listens to Avril Lavigne and him who listens to Jacky Cheung.
He looks down on those guys who like to join in the fun and follow the trend, but he doesn't know that in the eyes of those people, he is also an object of disgust.
That's how it is to hate each other. Of course, in the eyes of parents, neither of the two types of children are good children. After all, they are inferior in everything but good in education.
