Friday night self-study is always heart-wrenching and distracting.

The math teacher was boring on the stage, and the students below were thinking about whether they should go out for an all-night night after school tonight.

Jiang Xia looked at the formulas and numbers listed on the blackboard with empty eyes, but his mind was still thinking about the situation when he ate in the cafeteria in the afternoon.

In the end, the two of them didn't speak as if they had agreed, and Shen Ying came and went with spicy beef noodles in her hand, which relieved some of the awkward atmosphere.

She kept saying something, but Lin Yanwan didn't seem to be in a good mood, and only symbolically coped with a few words.

Later, she followed Shen Ying away, and Jiang Xia looked up at Lin Yanwan's back, revealing a self-deprecating wry smile.

The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, and before I knew it, the bell for the last class rang.

After explaining the precautions for the weekend, the teacher walked out of the classroom and the students began to cheer.

Wang Ming came impatiently, with an excited face: "Go directly?" ”

"Hmm."

Jiang Xia nodded, after all, in this era, the information that can be found on mobile phones is limited, and more detailed information has to go to an Internet café.

Slowly following the flow of people out of the school, the two rushed directly to the Internet café not far away.

Looking at the shining neon sign with the words NASDAQ written on it, Jiang Xia's spirit was still a little trance.

In the era of high popularity of personal computers in later generations, traditional Internet cafes have also experienced rounds of market reshuffle, and those who survived more or less have entered the market with capital, and have become high-quality chain Internet cafes focusing on environment and service.

And the NASDAQ, which had been with him for three years, also closed down a few years later and became a thriving fast food restaurant.

In these years, it is not too expensive to surf the Internet, and it costs fifteen yuan for one night.

As far as the eye can see, the Internet café is full, almost all of them are students from nearby high schools, and there are only two games on the screen, CrossFire and Dungeons & Warriors.

According to the world, it should be the front line of counter-terrorism and full-time warriors, and most of them are full-time warriors.

It can be seen that in this era, 8 million warriors are not just a meme.

Finally found a place in the corner where no one was, and the full-time warrior who clicked on the icon changed slightly, when entering the account password, Jiang Xia hesitated for a moment, and tried to log in with the QQ account of his previous life, but he didn't expect to really let him in.

His number is a level 20 sword spirit, holding the most basic dim fluorescent sword, while Wang Ming's ghost swordsman is only level 10.

"Hello, my name is Celia."

Entering the game, listening to this familiar line, Jiang Xia almost couldn't bear to stand up and shouted: Ye Qing Hui!

Turning his head to look at the atmosphere of the Internet café, he was pressing the keyboard intensely, and for a while, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

As a reborn, this scene did touch a touch of softness in his heart.

He is a veteran player in the true sense of the word, having experienced more than a dozen versions of the DNF, and the familiar Arad continent has even been destroyed once.

Looking at the familiar interface and almost the same operation mode in front of him, Jiang Xia's heart was boiling unconsciously.

Anyway, it's not a hurry to check the information for a while, tonight is still a long time, and what I have to do now is to experience a good memory of the past.

"Hurry up, what are you still rubbing, hurry up and get on the number, I can't suppress the power of the desolation in my body." Jiang Xia urged.

"Don't rush, don't rush,! The password was misentered. ”

"Don't waste time, brother, finish your fatigue early, get off work early, my time is more precious than Bill Gates, you know?"

"Damn, it's like your internet bill wasn't paid by my brother." Wang Ming pressed the enter key heavily, and said with a smile: "Lao Jiang, today's brother's transfer depends on you, bring it to the eighteenth level, buddy still cares about supper!" ”

"Sensei nonsense, let's go!"

A team application was sent, and Jiang Xia led the team into the dark thundering ruins.

Familiar pictures, familiar scenes, familiar background music, familiar zombie monsters, Jiang Xia controlled the sword spirit and walked over, a set of extremely smooth ghost swordsmanship picked up, plus cross slashing and then jumping slashing, so three or four sets of back and forth, it was worthy of killing the zombie monster in front of him.

"Tsk, the skill of the sword spirit is really handsome." Wang Ming said enviously, while controlling the character to follow behind Jiang Xia, picking up the drop of the zombie explosion.

"It's a damage gua sha, if it's a red eye of the same level, this kind of little monster will be gone in two clicks."

Jiang Xia pursed his mouth, he knew very well that in the later life, he was an anchor named Xuxu Baobao, and he single-handedly pushed the red eye to the peak in the real sense.

Finally, after about 10 minutes or so, Jiang Xia used skillful operation to scrape this warrior-level boss to death, won the SSS score, and opened the king-level map.

In retrospect, in the later generations of the numerical game, few people racked their brains to do a strategy, and they no longer used a dozen resurrection coins to get through the experience of the map, just like the damage of the hanging, and they could hit a series of 99999+ numbers at will, all in pursuit of brainless seconds and seconds.

And the original happiness has deteriorated.

Seeing that he had risen to the next level so quickly, Wang Ming's face was about to laugh: "Hurry up, continue to continue." ”

Jiang Xia consciously entered the copy and asked casually, "Speaking of which, what do you think in the future?" ”

"What else can we art students think, anyway, just like that, play normally and enter a better art academy, find a beautiful girl as a girlfriend, and have a good job, life will be perfect." Wang Ming replied nonchalantly.

Jiang Xia couldn't help laughing, his answer was really exactly the same as in his previous life.

This guy's art skills are excellent, and he played extraordinarily well in the exam, entered the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and made an excellent personal short animation "Blind Dog" in his sophomore year, and won the gold medal for best short animation creation.

Not to mention a beautiful girlfriend, I turned down invitations from several large anime production companies before I graduated, and then created my own studio, but the successive works were not well received in the market.

In the end, the studio closed down, his girlfriend proposed to break up, and Jiang Xia became a difficult brother together, and finally in the fifth year after Jiang Xia's marriage, he had an accident after drinking one night - the car broke through the guardrail of Binjiang Road and rushed into the Yangtze River.

Later, the family found a suicide note in his house, only to learn that Wang Ming actually committed suicide.

This is also why Jiang Xia was so surprised to see Wang Ming for the first time after his rebirth.

"Don't worry, I'll do well." Jiang Xia sighed and patted his good friend on the shoulder, wondering how he could avoid that death in this life.

It's really not good, let him follow him.