After taking a comfortable shower, Bu regret sat down in front of the computer and started to play World of Tanks. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the current version, silver coins are still a scarce resource, and tanks above level 8 belong to big money burners, according to the accessories and supply configuration of the repentance, the loss of one loss is forty or fifty thousand, and the loss of one win is one or two thousand.

Unless you get a special medal, commonly known as a general, you can earn a few thousand silver coins, but a few thousand silver coins are just the money for a shell for a tenth-level tank.

Bu regret didn't plan to buy a gold coin tank, because the law of gold coin tanks is that they are expensive at the beginning, and then the price will be reduced after a while, and then they will be sold at a discount after a while.

Buying a tank early is just a fresh picture, but for the old fritter, who regrets, what tank has he not played in his previous life? The novelty is long gone.

But if you don't buy it, you don't buy it, and you still use the treasure to charge money to buy a 59-type, one is to make up for the frenzy of not experiencing 59 down the mountain in your previous life, and the other is that the income of the 59-type is really good, and the damage of two or three cannons will be guaranteed to be profitable.

Third, that is, Type 59 is indeed the overlord of the eighth-level room, basically regretting going to the eighth-level room, and it is all the same Type 59, although it is weakened, but it is harmless.

After spending 300 cents on Grandpa to buy a Type 59, Bu Cheng couldn't wait to play.

From ten o'clock to twelve o'clock, in two hours, Bu Cheng earned nearly 600,000 yuan, Bu Cheng stretched his waist, it seems that in the next few days, the T-50-2 can be pulled out again.

After turning off the computer, Bu Cheng groped his way to the bed, got into the quilt and prepared to sleep, and just when he took off his clothes, a cold wind blew in from the window.

Bu Cheng shuddered, and hurriedly walked to the window to close it, but found that the sky was gloomy, and the previous moon had long since hidden in the clouds and could not come out.

"When the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the night of murder!" Involuntarily repented and spit out such a sentence in his mouth.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Bu Cheng quickly closed the window and went back to bed.

In the dream, Bu regret dreamed that he led his teammates all the way to the world arena as a commander and won the championship, fame and fortune. I dreamed again that I was surrounded by two beautiful women and didn't know what I was talking about.

……

Nothing was said all night.

Bu Cheng woke up, to be exact, Bu Cheng was woken up by laughter, and after getting up, Bu Cheng sat on the bed, looking at the gray sky outside, and kept thinking about last night's sweet dream in his mind.

However, the disappointment is that the process of the dream is clearly remembered, but the people inside are hazy and unclear, which is very annoying.

Originally, I wanted to get a glimpse of what my life would be like in the future, but it seems that this is impossible. Bu regret has always thought that dreams can reflect reality.

A person's mind, the so-called soul, when it does not need to rest during the day, its function is to control the body, and to become one with the body to form a person, which is his function and his meaning.

At night, when the body falls asleep, and all the body's reactions do not need to be controlled by the human mind, then it is meaningless.

Since it is meaningless, it also breaks through the limitations of time and space, and it is very likely that the world is wandering, and dreams are scenes that are accidentally recorded at some point in the future or past.

When I returned to my body, I reflected these visions to my brain, and dreams were generated.

After thinking to no avail, Bu Cheng got up and pushed open the window, and suddenly a gust of cold wind mixed with water vapor hit his face, which made the naked Bu Cheng suddenly feel cold.

As the saying goes, a spring rain is warm, an autumn rain is cold. It was the first rain of October, and it seems that the weather is getting colder and colder after that.

"Sister Mei, I'm going to class!" Bu Cheng quickly got dressed, washed up and prepared to go to school.

"Got it, bring an umbrella, it's raining outside!" Liu Mei said in the room, "Let's go after breakfast, the food is on the table!" ”

"Oh!"

After gobbling up breakfast, Bu regret ran directly to the classroom.

The morning class was basically math and English, and in the state of Bu Cheng listening carefully, the time quickly slipped away, and at noon, Bu Cheng and the other three in the dormitory ate in the cafeteria.

"Remember me?" When Bu Cheng was burying his head in eating, suddenly a voice came from the side, and Bu Cheng was very sure that this sentence was for him.

Looking up, Bu Cheng said directly: "Mechanical Department, Wang Qiang!" ”

"Haha, I didn't expect you to remember my name!" Wang Qiang smiled and said, "You don't mind if I sit on the side, right?" ”

"It's okay, have you eaten?" Bu Cheng asked.

"Eat!"

"What's the matter with me?" Bu Cheng asked as he drank the soup.

If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, this truth is known, Wang Qiang and Bu Cheng just met in Pingshui, if you want to talk about the relationship, Bu Cheng can only say that Wang Qiang was killed in the competition.

"I want you to be my master!" Wang Qiang said without hesitation.

Burst~! A mouthful of soup squirted straight out of your mouth.

"Ahem~ahem~Ahem~" Bu Cheng blushed and coughed continuously, and at the same time looked up at Wang Qiang's eyes, trying to find a trace of mockery in it.

However, Bu Cheng miscalculated, from Wang Qiang's eyes, Bu Cheng only saw stability, calmness, fiery, and... If at first you don't succeed, try try again?

"Ahem~" Bu Cheng coughed a few times unconsciously, he was really frightened by what Wang Qiang said.

"What did you say?" Bu Cheng asked.

"I want you to be my master, of course, the master of World of Tanks." Wang Qiang said very seriously, "I'm going to have a video of the game after I go back, but I studied it for a long time and I don't feel anything special." ”

Speaking of which, Bu Cheng understands that he wants to steal from the master to learn art. Of course, Bu Cheng is not such a dead dogmatic person, and if you accept an apprentice, you will accept an apprentice.

In case the apprentice becomes popular and famous in the future, and others ask the apprentice how you play so well in the future, then the apprentice's mouth will be open, because when I was weak, these were all taught by my master.

At that time, how much repentance should have been forced! Thinking of this, Bu Cheng laughed excitedly.

"Ahem, okay?" Wang Qiang asked a little embarrassed. Originally, it was embarrassing to recognize a peer as a master, coupled with the inexplicable gazes of others.

The silly smile of the joint step regret is easy to misunderstand.

"Okay!" After pondering for a moment, he decisively agreed.

"That's a promise?" Wang Qiang was very surprised, this scene was completely inconsistent with the script in his mind, weren't all apprentices to incense, toast, tea, smoke and the like?

Why did you agree so easily? Wang Qiang had a vague feeling of being pitted in his heart.