The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 408 408. Maggots
If you use three words to describe Wan Nianqing's mood now, it must be bored.

Many people have probably experienced it in their lives. The first half of a well-planned plan goes smoothly, making you think that everything will fall into place.

But the second half is inexplicably out of control, leaving you at a loss, and you don't even know how to correct it, you can only take one step at a time.

This is what Wan Nianqing is like now. It took him less than a week from being full of confidence at the beginning, to being restless after the storm, and now to bite the bullet and take a step forward.

"Wan Nianqing, can you get the research materials we need? This is already the No. 15 day you promised us."

A thin old man with white hair and eyes yelled at Wan Nianqing in dissatisfaction.

Wan Nianqing, who had his back turned to him, tried hard to resist the urge to punch him back, took a few deep breaths, and turned around with a smile on his face.

Explained the bad weather to this leader who rarely walked out of the laboratory, and told him that his men were trying to find what the leaders wanted from Heijin City.

His tone sounded like an operator's.

There is also a gap in seniority and seniority among the leaders of the mob. A young leader like Wan Nianqing is a capable striker in their eyes.

The old leader gave Wan Nianqing a disdainful look, turned his head sullenly, and before leaving, he did not forget to sarcastically say that Wan Nianqing was not well prepared, and even the rooms for temporary accommodation were poorly furnished.

Wan Nianqing laughed with him until the old leader left, he signaled his subordinates to leave the room first, and then closed the door.

Wan Nianqing, who put on his gloves, came to the corner of the room and thumped the sandbag fiercely, probably because he felt that the thumping wasn't strong enough, and he kicked his feet.

"Why are you so nervous, why don't you let me rest!"

Mira on the second floor of the room knocked down a plastic cup, and poked out that sleepy face.

Wan Nianqing didn't bother to pay attention to Mira, and continued to attack the sandbag.

Mira, who hastily washed her hands, turned down from the second floor, saw Wan Nianqing gnashing her teeth, and yawned.

"Are they asking again?"

Wan Nianqing glanced at Mira, untied the glove, and threw it on the ground: "Why don't these old guys die!"

"Everything wants the best, do they think this is their home?"

"Do they know how difficult it is to bring in the items on their list in this weather, and if they are not careful, they will be chased by the little tail of the alliance. How do they grow their brains?"

Mira curled her lips: "No way, you can't go out here, you can only wait until the meeting is over, and they are the first batch to come. They have been bored for so long, and there is nothing they can do. Naturally, they will have opinions. It is normal to vent your anger on you."

"Which side are you on!" Wan Nianqing shouted angrily.

Mira didn't take it seriously: "Of course I'm on your side. Didn't I analyze their psychology for you? Just let them dance for a few more days, and when the storm passes and the meeting is held, they will have nothing to do."

Mila's words finally made Wan Nianqing feel a lot more comfortable. He understands the truth that those who achieve great things must be able to endure, and there is no need to worry too much about the dead.

Although the planned time was postponed because of this, the decision to convene the meeting remained unchanged, which made Wan Nianqing very relieved.

As long as all the heads enter this base, a new chapter of the mob will open.

Sitting on a chair to calm down, Wan Nianqing saw that Mira had opened the computer webpage and searched for information related to the competition, so she couldn't help leaning over to take a look.

"Tomorrow, the 32-to-[-] will start. Do you think Luther can continue to advance?" Mira turned around and asked with a smile.

Wan Nianqing felt disgusted when she heard the name Luther.

Bored in the underground base, he didn't have much fun to relieve his boredom. It coincided with the start of the conference, so Wan Nianqing also watched the game.

From the beginning of the qualifiers, Wan Nianqing wished that Luther would be overthrown and get out as soon as possible, and couldn't wait to see Luther's distraught appearance.

As a result, Luther came out of the qualifiers smoothly, and became a popular player for strange reasons.

Opening the forum discussion area and seeing a bunch of posts praising Luther in Luther's special post, Wan Nianqing felt uncomfortable.

"It's just so-so, I can do it if I go, and, on the surface, he looks like an honest trainer, but he is very disgusting behind the scenes."

Wan Nianqing didn't dare to say too clearly, in order to avoid being recognized, he specially asked the mob members outside to send out the information.

He wanted to see if anyone was upset with Luther, but after logging in with another account, he found that his previous remarks had been frantically brushed up with dozens of replies.

If someone wants to like it, it is recommended to hang it up.

Someone wants to dislike, it is recommended to make the reply disappear.

All kinds of yin and yang in the comments sprayed Wan Nianqing from head to toe. Although the rules of the edition restrict personal attacks, it did not prevent netizens from gently greeting Wan Nianqing's non-existent family members.

Since then, Wan Nianqing has never opened Luther's post, nor watched the competition forum.

"Are you sour?"

Wan Nianqing snorted disdainfully at Mila's words: "Me, Sour Luther?"

"My beautiful girlfriend, because of her good luck, was favored by Sirona and gradually became famous. She is one of the most discussed players in this competition. After the competition, she is well-known in Sinnoh, and she can even hit the top position in the league."

"No matter how you look at it, Luther is considered a winner in half of his life now, and I am also sore." Mira shrugged.

Wan Nianqing sneered: "You don't think my strength is inferior to Luther's?"

"If you were stronger than Luther in battle, you wouldn't have chosen to join the mob and come to this point. The reason why the alliance rejected you is because you are too bad to be reused."

"You are indeed sour on Luther, because he is more successful than you, and he is on the right path. There are some things that you don't have, and you can't try to have again."

"Compared to him, we are all maggots in the dark, living in places where the light can't reach. He is like a new big sun, so dazzling that we can't look up at him. We can only lower our heads and belittle him with our mouths. Only in this way can we gain comfort from it, feel like a human being, and comfort ourselves. Maggots also have a future."

Wan Nianqing grabbed Mira by the collar and stared at her viciously.

There are some things in everyone's heart that they don't want to be talked about, like wounds, as long as they are exposed, they will ooze blood again with a light touch.

Her eyes couldn't intimidate Mira, and Mira's eyes were full of sarcasm when she looked at Wannianqing.

"You're in a hurry, so I'm right."

"Both of us are maggots who can't see the light. You hate him because he is better than you, luckier than you, and stronger than you."

Wan Nianqing's lips moved and his facial muscles twitched all the time, it could be seen that he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

"Get out!"

Wan Nianqing let go of Mira's collar, flicked her hand, and pointed to the gate.

Mira sneered, and walked out with her notebook.

Leaving Wannianqing and sandbags wearing gloves again, they continued to fight.

(End of this chapter)