It was already seven o'clock in the evening when I returned to my dormitory from the Internet café.

Han Leng turned on the computer, logged in to the official website of Shangshen, and sold the three taels of silver in the game on the official platform, and sold it in less than a minute, deducting the handling fee to get 285 yuan. Is it selling so fast? The price of the thousands of pages of game currency on it is still quite high, and it was sold so quickly.

As you can see from the boom in the in-game currency market, the game Myth is indeed very popular. It's no wonder that the first few games from the company that made Myth were quite popular, and they all caters to all walks of life, and everyone can find their own joy in their games.

In particular, the game has entered the virtual era from the computer age, so that those studios that use plug-ins and scripts to destroy the game environment have disappeared, the consumption and output of the game tend to be balanced, and the economic system will only gradually become more and more stable. So the initial game currency must be very valuable.

After playing for a few hours, Han Leng found that the game Myth combines the advantages of all the previous games produced by this company, and it is indeed a masterpiece, and it may become an internationally popular game.

If that time really comes, Myth will be able to participate in the World Electronic Racing Federation, and he will be able to continue to take the university entrance examination with his e-sports expertise.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Han Leng was now eager to promote this game called Mythology to the world, so that it could quickly enter the World Electronic Competition League.

Calm down - calm down -

Han Leng took a few deep breaths and opened a large forum where mythical players gathered. A bright red pinned post caught his eye.

[Major Vulnerability! Lost Traces can't even change jobs]

There are already thousands of pages of threads! Although the thousands of pages of posts like Jianmen or Taoist priests are just trivial, there are not many posts about the mystery of hundreds of pages, and this post seems to have caused public outrage.

Han Leng clicked into the post.

1st floor: I really love Assassin: Level 27 Lost, if you don't believe it, you can look at the character picture below, which I intercepted from the personal information space of the official website, so don't suspect that there is a fake. I've submitted bugs on the official website many times about the fact that Lost Trace can't be transferred, but I haven't received a response to all of them. Here I hope to play the Lost Track, and the majority of friends who like the Lost Trace will put this post up and let the official notice.

2nd Floor: Coolest Sword: Haha, successfully occupy the couch. Although I am not a fan of the game, I believe and support what the landlord said, because my friend who plays the game can't change jobs. Anyway, why are you playing with the sewer of Lost Trace?

3rd Floor: Stealing incense: The upstairs is excessive, what is a sewer, I will never admit that the trace is a sewer.

4th Floor: I'm a big assistant: eat melons. Hello level 27 neighbor boss, I'm from Nanxian Mountain next door, can I ask for advice on how to kill toads quickly?

5th floor: Monks don't chant: The front row occupies the building, I am a super resistant tank, ask for a fixed team to take in, and the game ID is also this, huh.

......

Han Leng read a few pages, and also replied to express his support, and did his best, if he couldn't change jobs, it would be really troublesome.

10544 Floor: Cold but not cold: Support the landlord, I hope it can be solved as soon as possible.

Clicking back to the list, Han Leng read some more posts, only to feel heavy eyelids, it seemed that he hadn't slept well in the past two days, so he stood up and turned off the computer and went to sleep.

The next day, Han Leng was woken up early in the morning by the noise outside, and when he opened the door, he found that many news reporters were blocking the corridors of the dormitory, surrounding the dormitories. The sound of Han Leng opening the door attracted their attention, but they only paid a little attention to it, and then guarded the dormitories again.

This is the warmth and coldness of human feelings, when he was still the captain of the Wutong team in the past, these reporters saw him smeared sugar on his mouth, and now that he is banned, he treats him coldly.

Han Leng shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, went back to the dormitory to clean up, and walked out of the dormitory building.

"Hey, Han Leng." A voice came from the side, Han Leng looked over and found that it was a man with a mask wearing a peaked cap.

"Who are you?" Han Leng asked.

The man looked left and right, then took off his hat, revealing his red and black hair, "It's me." “

It turned out to be the red-haired boy from yesterday, and he came to look for him, right?

"Those guys from your school are going to do it today?"

At this time, a few students came down from the upper floor of the dormitory, and the red-haired boy hurriedly put on his hat.

"Let's go over there and talk."

"Hmm."

......

When I returned to my dormitory, several people were being interviewed. Han Leng opened the door of the dormitory and was about to go in. A voice came.

"Captain, would you like to take a picture with us? I heard that it was going to be reported in a well-known newspaper in the province. ”

Han Leng didn't turn around, but he heard that it was the teammate who was the best at flattering on weekdays, he didn't feel much when he was flattered before, but now being thrown into the well made Han Leng feel helpless, how did he make so many friends in the first place?

"Even though I'm banned now, it doesn't mean I can't challenge you, you, or do you want to have a private competition with me?" Han Leng hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at his former teammate, a short boy with a pot lid on his head, and then looked at several other people, especially Fang Wu, who had an arrogant face.

When those reporters heard this, they all became lively, raised the microphone to Fang Wu, the current captain, and asked when the game would start, what kind of competition it was, whether it could be watched or broadcast, etc., after all, the competition between the Wutong team, which had just won the Continental Junior Cup, and the previous captain was still very gimmicky.

In the chaos, Han Leng saw that the faces of those people were dark. Because no matter whether they accept it or not, whether they win or lose, Han Leng will not have anything to lose. What's more, Han Leng's winning rate in solo competition has always ranked first in the Wutong team.

He didn't expect Han Leng to say such a thing, and he couldn't get off the stage for a while, especially when he saw that the faces of several teammates were not very good, he realized that he was in trouble, and said busily: "We are busy training and preparing to participate in the TW Junior Cup World Championship, and we don't have time to compare with ordinary people like you who have lost their e-sports qualifications." ”

"Really? Then who called me Captain just now? Seeing that the person who patted the sycophant was no longer silent, Han Leng looked at Fang Wu again, only to see that his face was even darker, Han Sneer smiled, "So it's okay, don't scream, and finally give you a reminder, I have nothing to do with your Wutong team anymore." ”

After saying that, Han Leng didn't linger and stepped into his bedroom.

Outside the door, Fang Wu looked angry, glared at the pot lid, and then turned around and walked towards his bedroom.

The reporters tried to keep up, but were stopped by a man with eyes.

"I'm sorry, our captain is a little uncomfortable, please let him rest, if you have anything else you want to interview, you can tell me, I know everything."

After saying that, he glanced at the other two teammates, and the two nodded and followed towards Fang Wu.

The pot lid took two steps and quickly followed Fang Wu.

"Captain, don't be angry, when those people from the third middle school come tomorrow, they will definitely be able to completely drive away Han Leng."

The other two also caught up, and one of them echoed: "Yes, Han Leng, he was originally deducted by the school because of the banned drugs and the fight incident in that game, this time we add more fire, the school will definitely not be able to tolerate him anymore, and he will definitely be expelled." ”

The other person was also busy saying, "Yes, captain, don't worry, in a few days we won't have to see that person in this building again." ”

Fang Wu pushed open the door and said in a cold voice: "I don't want to listen to nonsense until I succeed." After saying that, he entered the door, leaving the three people who had failed to make sycophants outside the door.