Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 129 The Human World
According to Sang Ting's habit, he should have returned to Lanzhuang at this point, and if he didn't see anyone, he would call Quan Heng as a way to tell each other that they were safe.

Ah Cheng felt a little embarrassed, "Second Master, he..."

"At this time," Quan Heng rubbed his temple lightly, without any intention of blaming, "it's time to participate in the gun club competition."

When Sang Ting went out this morning, he only brought biology homework in his schoolbag, but the weight of the bag was wrong, and the shoulder straps were dented to the extent of seven or eight exercise books—it should be that disassembled gun parts were hidden in it.

After all, this kid doesn't have many hobbies, so it's not hard to guess.

Ah Cheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod: "Yes."

"The club has a game today, and it happens to be a rest day tomorrow, so the second master will go."

I still skipped class, I guess I ran away after morning self-study.

This is purely cutting first and then playing, and because of the fun, I forgot to lie.

"Send him a message later," this is not a big deal, Quan Heng easily flipped through the article, "Kids can't just study."

Ah Cheng looked at Quan Heng in the rearview mirror, and thought to himself that the key point is how did the second master Yemei learn.

However, Quan Heng's original intention of sending Sang Ting to the school was not to "study hard, make progress every day, and strive to be an outstanding young pioneer".

The school is not a prison, Quan Heng never asked Sang Ting to abide by those unnecessary rules.

"Then Boss, are we going back to Lanzhuang now?"

"No, let's go to the Cross Cemetery first." Quan Heng glanced sideways at the Special Bureau building that was stained red by the sunset, "I'm going to order a tombstone and choose a suitable cemetery."

"Yes."

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"Bang! Bang bang bang!!"

After the continuous gunshots, Sang Ting took off the earmuffs, the hair on his forehead was a little damp, and the childishness in his eyes had not faded away.

He didn't care about the way other people looked at him, and he didn't even take off his school uniform. Among the professional or non-professional players, he was regressed by the ruthless hostility around him, and no one dared to share the warm-up practice field. .

"Moving targets at this speed all hit the heart or the head," the club owner and Sang Ting were familiar with, and flattered him, "The second master's shooting skills are simply amazing."

"Whether I can do it or not doesn't need your evaluation."

Sang Ting didn't speak politely, and didn't care whether the boss was choked or not, so he casually threw the pistol to him, and twisted a bottle of water to drink himself.

If it weren't for the fact that this club is his own, with guaranteed privacy and security, professional standards up to standard, and the players participating in the competition are considered top-notch, Sang Ting would have planned to box in the basement.

But firearms competitions are always more fun than studying, and it’s also good to support one’s own business.

Sang Ting is an old hand at skipping class and climbing over the wall, the uncle in the monitoring room rolled his eyes as if he didn't see it, and the big yellow dog outside the wall turned his head and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The mobile phone placed on the soft chair suddenly turned on, and Sang Ting picked it up to check the time——

【20:00】

"Pfft—cough cough cough!!" Sang Ting sprayed all the water without swallowing it down, choking so much that the world was shaken.

Damn, school ends at 06:30 in the third day of junior high school, and he just said that he didn't skip class for the first time today, so it's time to get home!
The boss knew what was going on when he saw Sang Ting's panic-stricken appearance, and said in his heart: "You son of a bitch who is afraid of parents, what are you dragging, you got caught, you deserve it!"
Before Sang Ting could reply to the message, the message from Ah Cheng popped up first:

"Whistleblower No. 1 Moucheng": Second Master, Boss told you to have fun and not to be obsessed with studying all the time, which is not good for your mental state.

Sang Ting: "..."

He also only struggled during the exam whether to follow the rule of "three longs and two shorts to choose the long", or cut a piece of rubber and throw the option.

The boss looked at Sang Ting and made a "hiss" sound, with three parts guilty and three parts embarrassment on his face, but also one part thankful and expected, he wiped his sweat with his baggy school uniform sleeve, and began typing to reply the message.

As he moved, he pulled back the sleeves of his school uniform, revealing a little of the tourmaline and emerald jade on his left wrist, which was carefully protected in the sleeve, and was seen by the sharp-eyed boss.

"The rosary on the second master's wrist is the one from the big boss."

Sang Ting paused, lowered his eyes and carefully put Shibazi into his sleeves.

When Quan Heng is free, he will accompany Sang Ting to practice guns here, and he will compare himself with Sang Ting in the end. The owner of the club will close the court and follow the whole process. Anyone who can sit in this position is a smart person—— Quan Heng He must remember the eighteen sons who never leave his hands.

"The competition will start in a while, and the second master wants to change clothes first."

The boss is a smart person, so he can guess something from Sang Ting's appearance, "These jade beads are precious, let me put them in the office safe for the second master first?"

"No need." Sang Ting refused.

He was worried about putting it elsewhere, not to mention that Quan Heng said that he wore it with him, "Go get a wristband, I will start on behalf of the club in a while, it's not an outdoor field game, there will be no problem."

"Then the second master is going to change clothes now?"

"Later," Sang Ting dialed the number, raised his jaw slightly to signal the boss to leave, "I'll call the boss back, you go get ready."

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"Well, I know, for the next two days of games, just rest at the club."

Quan Heng listened to Sang Ting's muttered apology over there, and even the child's usual flattery to the parents, "Don't flatter me, you just need to pass two subjects in the midterm."

Sang Ting on the other side of the phone choked and said something listlessly, but Mu Jing, who was eating next to him, pricked up his ears to listen, but couldn't hear clearly.

Quan Heng took a piece of meat from the belly of the fish and put it in the mirror bowl, and ended the call with the other side: "Have fun, don't leave the gun and the eighteen sons."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Jing bit his chopsticks and thought for a while and asked, "Is it because elder sister emphasizes that the eighteenth child is with me because Brother Xiaoting wants to enter the border area?"

After "Yin Yuan Pei", Mu Jing can probably guess the peculiarity of the Eighteen Sons, and it is even linked to Quan Heng's branding.

With the help of Shibazi, guns can be brought into the frontier.

"En." Quan Heng put down his chopsticks, "An extra layer of protection is a layer of protection."

"I read the forum post saying that the "Audition Map" is a garbage dump, and only one or two of the ten potential players pulled in can survive. This is still the best situation, and most of them will not survive. "

Not only because of the difficulty of audition, but also because the overall quality of the reserve players is too low.

Most of the audition maps are Dark, but most of the people who can’t handle it are ordinary people who have nothing to do with the world. I’m afraid they haven’t even killed a chicken. good.

At the beginning, what Quan Heng met was a double boss, and it was also linked to the monster jewels that everyone in the border area was fighting for. The others got their lunch boxes very quickly, and didn't even get through much of the plot of the map.

——It has completely become the "denominator" of the audition.

But such an endless pull in of human beings, even has the suspicion of intentionally increasing the death rate without selection...

Why did Borderlands do this?
"But Brother Xiaoting is very good," Mu Jing laughed, his eyes sparkling. "He can play darts, archery, and boxing! If you enter the frontier area, you will have no problem running the audition map."

"Dark, I'm not worried."

I'm afraid that, like herself, the life is not Dark.
Quan Heng restrained his emotions, and said in a gentle voice: "I'm exhausted today, let's rest after taking a shower."

"Okay," Mu Jing yawned, "Sister, do you still have to go to the Special Investigation Bureau tomorrow?"

"No, the legal department will receive the relevant information tonight," Quan Heng said, "the handover will be handled in a meeting tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I will go directly to the modern building to meet with the person in charge of the other party."

　Happy birthday to Y.yang kid~
　　What wish does birthday star have today? 【Hands out the microphone】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)