Chapter 1: The Bitter Senior Year of High School
Chapter 1, the bitter third year of high school
When the wee hours of the morning bite through the lip of the night, then the blood stains remain in the sky. This town has long been full of books, and the heavy academic life has long tormented this group of high school students. Every day, I am flooded with all kinds of test questions, drowning in the tactics of the sea of questions. But these did not have the slightest impact on Mu Yi in the {12} class of the third year of high school, and with the departure of the head teacher, he fell down on the desk again and fell asleep, and the rain of bullets from last night still sounded in his head.
As a scumbag of learning, Mu Yi prefers to live in an illusory world than studying. All kinds of online games, novels, that's a pleasure to play. Back to business, last night, Mu Yi first wandered around the summoner's canyon for half the night, and then played on the chicken map until the time to return to school, and studied early by himself.
The drowsy mind is still full of the scene of licking the bag yesterday, just a handful of m4 defeated an opponent, carefully observed the surroundings several times, before daring to lick the bag, all kinds of bullets, medicine bags, rich flowing oil, etc., and a handful of 98k, earned, earned, this absolute rhythm of eating chicken.
"Bang", with the sound of a troll, Mu Yi, who was still immersed in joy just now, was knocked down in an instant, and when he first started to fight the gun, there was not much blood left, and now he was afraid that it was cold, and at this time, Mu Yi's mind seemed to be cool.
Wait, the second teammate is near him, the opportunity is coming, Mu Yi is moving, looking for the enemy's location, and quickly asks his teammates for help, there is an enemy behind the tree down the slope.
The team formed a voice report on the enemy's position, and then said on public frequency: "Captain, captain, don't shoot, the imperial army asked me to give you a message." The player who had just run over was instantly amused by this funny remark, and stood in front of Mu Yi and replied: "It turned out to be you kid, what did the devil tell you to say." ”
Taijun said......" With a long sound, after a gunshot, "You're dead," Mu Yi smiled. A teammate who followed behind was sniped down all his life. Mu Yi confidently supported his 500-degree glasses, and smiled contemptuously, "IQ suppression! ”
As the enemy falls to the ground, teammates quickly run to help. And the enemy in front of him is also scolding wantonly in public. Mu Yi didn't care about this. In the Summoner's Canyon, I have already appreciated the strength of the Trolls. In just a few seconds, Mu Yi got up and ran to the player, and in order to repay his gift of a few seconds, he slapped him to death with a frying pan, and then started his own way of eating chicken.
"Jingle bell," a "pleasant" ringtone, pulled Mu Yi back to reality from the virtual world of eating chicken. After class, a few dead friends in the back row gathered around to discuss the highlights of last night. Boasting about each other, there was no shortage of tactical discussions from last night. The third child bragged about yesterday's exploits, and last night the whole dormitory went out collectively to play games all night, but fortunately, the head teacher just pushed the door, not one by one.
To say that the third child still has a brain, thinking about toppling the table. Tie the table leg with a rope and place it behind the door, and pull the table hard to block the door. Rip the rope off. If you don't push hard, the door won't move. This method has been used since the beginning of the school year, and it has been tried and tested many times, if you talk about games. You rookies. In the words of the landlord. The two kings and the four twos couldn't get out. Don't bother to pay attention to them, or get a good night's sleep. At night, lead this group of rookies to glory.
After a night of hard fighting, I don't have too much hunger at this time, let's sleep! The perennial Internet café career has made Mu Yi have already practiced sleeping peacefully in a noisy environment. has been in a state of sleeping, sleeping, waking up, and soon Mu Yi spent breakfast time. Accompanied by a piercing class bell. Xu Laomai's old pace came to the classroom to continue the book-like physics.
It's hard to be a student, and it's even harder to be a science student. As a scumbag of science students. Mu Yi ranked second, no one dared to call him first, he didn't know anything about the formulas of physics, but chemistry was fine. As a child who has never been at ease, all kinds of experiments are full of infinite fun for chemistry, and of course, thanks to firecrackers, in order to make the firecrackers sound louder than other partners, Mu Yi has put in a lot of hard work, and has put a lot of effort into learning the reaction to firecrackers. But just a chemistry course does not mean that he is out of the ranks of scumbags.
Picked up the mobile phone and flipped through QQ, browsed the space, looked for a sense of existence, and found the mobile game of eating chicken. Open the game to enter the login screen, quickly debug the operation settings, and achieve the most suitable operation mode for yourself. Just as Mu Yi was about to stretch out his hand, suddenly a strong light reflected from the mobile phone screen and went straight to the ceiling.
"Oh my God. As long as Xu Lao sees it, this mobile phone will definitely be gone. After a little hesitation, Mu Yi hurriedly covered the screen with his hand, and when his fingers touched the screen, a warm and peaceful feeling hit, and he felt comfortable. instantly activated the sleepy cells in the whole body, no matter what, Mu Yi planted his head on the desk, and just happened to be pressed under the mobile phone, blocking the dazzling light.
saw Mu Yi lying on the table asleep. A satisfied expression. The colleagues in the back row have cast admiration and pity on him, Xu Lao is such an old-fashioned and serious old teacher's class, he dares to sleep, my generation is not as good!