I am a god in script killing

Chapter 102 The Summer of the God Festival (5)

Bo Jun rushed to the Internet cafe to do some business, but he really forgot about it.

Freeze was 16 years old when he signed the contract, and he is only 17 years old now.

This time point happened to be when Cheng An and Ren Jinyu's scumbags were ambiguous, and it was also the time when the one-year season contract was about to be renewed.

It's good to come in, but not so good at this age.

"Ninth Brother," Bo Juan said looking at the big characters "Minors are not allowed to enter", "You can get me a fake ID, I can't climb over the wall to get in."

069 didn't speak.

Bo Jun rolled his eyes, squinted his eyes to look at the wall, and said to 069:
"Brother Jiu, have you seen your wall? I'm still holding the umbrella, if I don't turn it over, I'll have to fall."

"It's not important to fall, but if it is photographed, it will be broken. Tomorrow's Weibo headlines will be mine, and I have already thought of the name, and it will be called 'E-sports ice cube player Bengren..."

069 interrupted with a sigh: "Stop talking, it's already done."

"Where?" Bo Juan fumbled in his pocket to find it, and praised, "Ninth brother, please hurry up, I haven't finished yet."

069:"……"

I've been doing it for you since the beginning, it's your own play...

Forget it, 069 thought seriously, it was originally for the purpose of relaxing, so it's better to be noisy.

069 watched Bo Jun pass successfully: "What are you doing here? Do you want to experience the fireworks in the world?"

"No." Bo Jun put his ID card away and scanned around the Internet cafe, "I'm here to find someone."

"Who?"

Bo Jun licked his teeth, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Annan."

"Yo, who is this, isn't it my Brother Nan who plays the God Festival and takes care of the audience?!"

Hanging on the tinkling silver chain, Xiao Huangmao grabbed the back seat of the gaming boy and glanced at the screen with disdain, "What kind of mess is this playing, can you operate it?"

The boy who was held down looked at the screen without saying a word. His hands moved swiftly and swiftly. The Dark Spirit character he operated was stealthed, killed, dodged and killed in one go. The character name "Kill" in the upper left corner had reached the top [-] in the national server list.

"Don't press it." The boy said, his tone was calm and depressed.

"Hey, don't press it yet, you really think you're so good at operating, why won't WOH come to want you if you're so good?" Seeing that the boy is still focused on the game, the little yellow hair pressed it down with one hand, "Arrogant What!"

The characters in the game were exposed in an instant, and the boy immediately made amends, but the high-end rounds were full of bosses, and the opponent's long-distance attacking elf quickly seized the opportunity, and hit the heart of the dark spirit with an arrow—residual blood!

"Want to play again?!" Huang Mao raised his foot again maliciously to kick, the boy grabbed his raised leg, ignored the game, got up and pushed Huang Mao away.

"Why, you still want to fight?" Huang Mao raised his fist provocatively with confidence, "Come on, hit me, don't be cowardly!"

The boy grabbed the collar of the yellow sweater, who would have thought that Huang Mao turned his head and shouted: "Network administrator, where is the network administrator?! Don't you care if you beat someone?!"

He shouted loudly, and the network administrator not far away immediately trotted over: "Don't fight, just call the police if you fight! Do you hear me?"

"Did you hear me, call the police!" Xiao Huangmao raised his chin nervously, "Is someone from your family coming to redeem you? Do you still want to play games in the future? If you don't come here, can you afford a high-end computer?"

The boy's fingers kept tightening, his knuckles turned white, but he gritted his teeth and let go.

He himself is a minor, and he stole his cousin's ID card to come in. If there is a big trouble, he won't be able to get in in the future.

Seeing him let go, Huangmao let out a flattering "hum", turned around and left triumphantly.

The boy stared at his leaving figure, and turned around to restart the round until he was out of sight.

He made a mistake in the high-end round, and his last round of ten consecutive ranks was considered gone, and all the time and energy of the afternoon were wasted.

How unlucky!

Sighing silently in my heart, turning around and looking up, the boy suddenly stopped——

I saw that someone took over and manipulated his dark spirit at his original position, and his fingers almost appeared afterimages on the keyboard, and the bloody dark spirit disappeared from time to time, time and time again to slaughter the opponent.

The boy opened his eyes wide and even breathed lightly.

He can operate to the extreme, but he can't do it as accurately and frequently as this person does again and again...

The situation of the battle was reversed rapidly, and a few minutes later, the screen was finally filled with golden "victory" characters.

The person sitting on the swivel chair let go of his hands and made a crisp sound.

The slender and delicate hands were as white as fine porcelain, and then he deftly took off the earphones, and turned around the chair under the boy's breath-holding attention——

The black mask was not removed, and the peach blossom eyes were exquisite, slightly raised but also cold.

The girl just looked at him like this, and a clear voice sounded from behind the mask: "Play a game?"

(End of this chapter)