"Wow! That's amazing, who is this? A man with messy hair and glasses looked at the long-haired man by the window in an Internet café with a look of surprise.

The people around him glanced at him with disdain, ignored him, and continued to watch the game on that computer.

The man with glasses, who was despised by everyone, muttered in a low voice: "Don't you just don't know who he is? ”

A thin young man in green next to him smiled when he heard his complaint and said, "Brother, it's your first time here to surf the Internet, right?"

"Yes, how do you know?" replied the man in glasses.

The young man in green said with a look of adoration in his eyes: "Because of the people who often surf the Internet here, no one knows who he is." ”

"Although he seems to be very powerful, he is not so worshiped by you!"

The young man in green saw the man with glasses and said helplessly: "That's because you don't know his record, his name is Yang Fan, he is a student at Southwest University, he comes here to surf the Internet every night, and he is invincible and playful." He once represented our city in a national competition and won the second prize. I heard that it seemed that it was because he was overshadowed before the game, and his physical condition was wrong in the final, which caused him to miss the championship. ”

I didn't expect to come out of the wall to play a game today, and I could meet a god-level character, and the man with glasses couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Just as the two were talking, the computer finally showed the word "victory".

"Why is there only one soldier left, with his skills, it shouldn't be so difficult to fight!" the man with glasses looked at the only remaining fourth-level great magician in Yang Fan's computer and said strangely.

The young man in green smiled and said: "This is his habit, he will find out the difference in strength between the two sides according to his own calculations, and then fight a decisive battle with the same strength as the other party, and the error is generally within five troops." ”

"Wow, that's okay? Is his head a computer? How can he calculate the strength of both sides so accurately. The man in glasses sighed in shock.

Hearing the discussion between the two, Yang Fan smiled.

In this game, he didn't show all his strength, although there were three people on the other side, and his skills were average, but he was still too good in front of the real masters.

As for the young man in green who said that he had the habit of calculating his strength, Yang Fan felt helpless. It's not that he's willing to spend his brainpower, it's just that there aren't many people who play this single-player game, and he doesn't want to hurt himself too much because he hits the other party too much and loses the fun of fighting people in the future.

When the game ended, Yang Fan looked at the time on the computer and thought it was late at night.

There is no day or night for people in big cities. I was busy going to work during the day, and when I got home, I rested until midnight and started to wander out again.

Seeing people walking the streets with umbrellas outside the window, Yang Fan was very emotional.

His hometown is in a small town, and although the people there are not as glamorous as those in the big cities, they are more simple. When night falls, the townspeople close their doors and return to their living rooms to watch TV and gossip, and most of the people on the street go to bed before eleven o'clock.

Yang Fan originally went to bed early and got up early every day like them, and his life was very regular. But when I was a freshman, I was bored.,I downloaded the Hero Invincible Five from the Internet and tried it.,After that, I fell into that gorgeous world.,Started to fight day and night.。

From freshman year to junior year, from school looking for someone to compete to coming to the Internet café to find someone to compete, Yang Fan's skills are getting better and better, and there are fewer and fewer opponents, until the final of the national competition.

Thinking of that game, Yang Fan was angry in his heart, not because the other party was cheating, but because he didn't think of a good way to put a laxative in the water he drank.

Taking a deep breath to calm the anger in his heart, he opened the window with some annoyance, and his hand was drenched in the heavy rain as soon as he stretched it out.

Wipe off any water stains on your hands and sit back down.

On the computer, which is still stuck at the end of the game, the icon of a great magician with a gray cape, blue bloomers, and a feather stuck in his hat is displayed next to the word victory.

After moving his hands and feet, Yang Fan was ready to start the second game. Although no one has to compete with him anymore, there is still a computer battle! It is still very rewarding to play seven computers alone.

Just as he pointed his mouse at the game's main menu, a burst of white light suddenly flashed outside the window, and it suddenly seemed like daylight.

A deafening boom followed.

The lights and computers of the entire Internet café flashed at the same time, and the glass on the windows buzzed with the thunder. Just when everyone was panicking, a person by the window suddenly screamed, and everyone couldn't help but look in that direction, only to see a black humanoid object lying on Yang Fan's place and sticking to the same blackened computer.

The Internet café was in chaos, calling an ambulance, and the sound of the alarm resounded continuously.

"Hey, God is jealous of talents!" The green-clothed young man who was talking about Yang Fan at the beginning sighed when he saw this scene.

The heavy rain outside the window still doesn't stop, and the people with umbrellas on the street are still enjoying the rare coolness of this hot summer, no one knows that a life has disappeared in the Internet café, and no one knows that a new star is rising in another distant time and space.

"Your Highness, wake up. ”

Who is talking? In the darkness, Yang Fan was suddenly woken up by an old hoarse voice.

"Your Highness, you must not have anything to do! The old slave is sorry for Your Highness, sorry for the young lady!" the voice in his ear was a little choked.

But why is it all dark? and you can't feel your body?

Yang Fan was a little anxious, thinking that he would be killed by lightning while playing a game, and what was even more amazing was that he was obviously sitting in the Internet café, and that lightning bolt actually turned a corner and hit it. I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect to be alive, and it seems to have become a big man.

However, he was a little worried, first of all, his current condition, like a soul without a body, and secondly, he was worried about whether he would become an old man, and the so-called big people in his impression were old men.

As he pondered, there were dots of light floating in the darkness, flashing like fireflies in the night.

Yang Fan, who was attracted by the light, wanted to get close to them, but he didn't expect that they all began to gather in his direction as if they knew what Yang Fan was thinking, and one by two countless points of light instantly poured into Yang Fan's mind, causing Yang Fan to almost lose consciousness, and the unfamiliar scenes squeezed into his memory, and he slowly opened his eyes until his mind calmed down.

In front of him was a wrinkled face, gray hair, and a pair of deep-set eyes that sparkled with love and looked at him.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I'm fine, Grandpa Laurent." ”

The old man's tearful eyes suddenly widened with excitement, and he grabbed Yang Fan's hand and said, "Your Highness, you have finally woken up, God has eyes!"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Yang Fan sighed.

Just now he finally knew what had happened, it turned out that he had crossed over, and his soul had crossed into this world that only existed in novels, attached to the little prince of the principality who had been assassinated, and the dark place just now was in the consciousness of the little prince, and those points of light were the memories of the little prince for more than ten years.