Win!

The moment he exploded the crystal on the opposite side, He Yu really breathed a long sigh of relief. On the other side, although Ah Ke's rhythm has collapsed and the economy is the first, He Yu has always been more afraid. In the final analysis, he is not confident in his operation at all, and his teammates are really not like Gao Ge and Zhou Mo in the afternoon Changping offensive and defensive battles, there is basically no communication. In the end, He Yu found a little bit of their habits and rules, and forcibly cooperated with them for a few waves.

It's tiring, but it's also fun. When he first entered this game, He Yu's mentality was almost explosive, but as he played, he no longer felt how hateful his teammates were, and these teammates who were still in the beginner stage finally made him feel quite cute. In the panel at the end of the game, he gave his teammates a thumbs up. His teammates also ignored his previous suspicions, and he gave full affirmation to "send a blood" but won the MVP of the game, and praised him one after another.

He Yu withdrew from the game with a smile, and then saw a message prompt, clicked in to see, and applied to be friends with him on the sixteenth night.

He Yu was stunned, but he still passed the application, and soon received a message from Sixteen Nights.

"Brother, what rank?"

"Bronze." He Yu replied.

"I'm asking you the tuba." Sixteen Nights said.

"This one is the tuba." He Yu said.

"Who?" Of course Sixteen Nights didn't believe it. Real bronze walking the dog like a dog with its own rhythm? Are you such a piece of garbage?

"I've watched a lot of games, but I haven't played much." He Yu answered the other party truthfully.

"......" still with this? Sixteen Nights will be skeptical, a little speechless.

"What's your rank?" Now it's He Yu's turn to ask rhetorically.

"Platinum bar......" Sixteen Nights humbly said that his rank was lowered. After all, he is a defeated general, and the higher he blows his rank at this time, the more embarrassing it is?

Platinum? Still? Also a string of ellipses?

Looking at this somewhat strange reply, He Yu didn't think much about it. At first, he couldn't figure out what rank Sixteen Nights was, but later looking at his performance, he didn't think his level was particularly high. Even if Ah Ke loses a little rhythm in this game, he still has a way to quickly regain the initiative, after all, the hero's strong advantage is there. Sixteen nights finally played like this when the economy took off at the beginning, and it can only be said that the strength is not enough to reach the level.

He Yu cut out of the game and found that there were a lot of chat records in the Lang 7 group.

"The lineup is okay, it's bronze."

"All four people will pass, Genghis Khan will be cold......"

"One blood, miserable."

"Both shooters are going to be cold. This Ke can play! ”

"It's going to be cool again......"

"Yo, this wave is a little scheming!"

……

……

"Just knowing how to arrest people, in the end, I broke my rhythm."

"At that time, you should have closed the field, cut to the middle, and then followed the two shooters to push in, and you would have won a long time ago."

"I've been chasing Genghis Khan, and my sense of revenge is a bit heavy."

"It's also funny to be strong against two shooters, don't you have points in your heart?"

"It's a shame, such a good start."

He Yu flipped through it, from continuous complaining to the final summary, which is obviously talking about the game he just played? Did both of them watch the game? But what's going on with this last tone of regret and sadness, and which side are these two on?

"I said, are you expecting me to lose?" He Yu couldn't help but say in the group.

"Just on the matter, how can the take-off bureau be like this!" Zhou Mo is still sincerely regretting the sixteenth night.

"It's still not enough." Gao Ge said.

"How am I playing?" He Yu still wants to hear everyone's opinion of him.

"What does the Bronze Bureau have to say?" Gao Ge replied.

"You guys had a great conversation just now!" He Yudao.

"It's just boring." Gao Ge said.

“……”

Just as he was speechless, the door was locked, and He Yu's roommate finally returned. He Yu glanced at the time, it was already more than 11 o'clock. Looking towards the door again, a boy with clear eyebrows walked in with a schoolbag. Seeing He Yu looking at him, he took the initiative to say hello: "Hello." ”

"Hello. My name is He Yu. He Yu introduced himself while responding.

"I saw it on the list, my name is Mo Xian." The boy said as he walked over to his desk and rested his bag on it. There wasn't much enthusiasm in his tone, and it felt like a polite coming-and-going. In just two sentences, it already makes people feel that he is not a particularly approachable person.

"What are you doing here?" Seeing Mo Xian pulling out the books from his schoolbag, He Yu asked without words.

"Evening self-study." Mo Xian said.

"What?" He Yu thought he had heard it wrong.

"Evening self-study." Mo Xian repeated, glancing back at He Yu.

He Yu got out of bed in awe. This is the reporting day, and it is not yet the official start of school. Have the textbooks been sent? Do you know the course? Where will the study hall go? Is this a late self-study? What is self-studying?

He Yu moved a few steps towards Mo Xian's desk, and watched Mo Xian take out a book from his schoolbag, and a copy of "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy" came into view. I don't know what kind of book this is, but when I glanced at the author, Newton, I suddenly felt a power of knowledge rushing over me, which made him feel the urge to kneel.

His roommate is undoubtedly the legendary school bully. "How much did you score in the college entrance examination?" this kind of question that freshmen often use to communicate, in this dormitory, I am afraid it will be a self-inflicted humiliating speech. At times like these, brushing your teeth is a wise decision.

"I'll go wash up first." He Yu settled down and went to the bathroom.

"Okay." Mo Xian answered here and continued to clean up his side. It wasn't until they each lay down on the bed that the two began another wave of communication.

"Turn off the lights?" He Yu asked.

"Okay, thanks." Mo Xian said.

The exchange ended, and the room fell into darkness. He Yu has no sleepiness for the time being, but as long as he is an ordinary roommate, he must ask the other party if he is playing Glory of Kings at this time. But Mo Xian's cold temperament and the book "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy" dispelled all of He Yu's thoughts. He believed that what Mo Xian was tirelessly swimming in the self-study classroom could never be the ocean of knowledge in the King's Canyon.

He Yu swiped his mobile phone and saw that Gao Ge and Zhou Mo had already said goodbye to each other, but He Liang sent him a message.

"Good fight."

"Brother, you also watched it?" He Yu was refreshed.

"Look, the rhythm is pretty good." He Liang replied.

"What else?" He Yu asked.

"Anything else?"

He Yu is depressed, although it is only a low-end game, but it is obviously very interesting, why does everyone seem to be bored and speechless about his performance?

Dropping the phone, He Yu looked at the ceiling.

For him, this step into King's Canyon is also like turning a new page of life, and he looks forward to it as much as becoming a college student. In a bronze game, from the beginning of the mentality almost exploded, to the final victory, He Yu felt the fun was not only at the moment when the enemy's crystal exploded. He had so many new experiences that he hadn't had when he watched the game before. He didn't know how to describe it, and there was only one general summary that could reflect his mood at this time—quite good.

With such a mood, He Yu gradually fell asleep.

In my sleep, the electronic sound of "penta kill" seemed to echo in my ears.