Break Through the Steam Game Library

Classes are to be held on Sunday afternoon, but they are self-study. It is not necessary to go there, but no student dares to skip class.

However, Lu Zhengkang dare!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Su Xiangli thought he was going to school, and happily ran to Ningbo-Hangzhou No. 1 Middle School to visit his boyfriend, but no one was seen.

Zhang Yingxuan smiled and said, "I'm here, let's go to study together?"

Seeing the old man, Su Xiangli also recalled the days when she was learning Chinese under the same roof. She gladly sat in Lu Zhengkang’s seat. The same table was Zhang Yingxuan. The other classmates secretly looked at the stranger with wonderful eyes. girl.

Su Xiangli flipped through Lu Zhengkang's desk. The textbooks and workbooks in it were brand-new. When the student tablet was opened, there was only online course software, and no other courseware.

"Does this kid usually do not do homework?" Su Xiangli muttered, "I am getting lazier." She knew that Lu Zhengkang did not like to do homework. In his own words, homework is used to consolidate knowledge. Yes, my knowledge is very solid and I don’t need to consolidate it. In the days of exchanging bodies, Su Xiangli honestly helped Lu Zhengkang with homework every day. On the one hand, she was a good student, and on the other hand, she really needed to do some homework to lay the foundation.

Homework tasks are the most annoying, and some people don’t need to write and still dangle in front of your eyes is the most annoying. Su Xiang's eccentric feelings suddenly became gloomy.

Zhang Yingxuan whispered while turning his pen, "Lao Lu is painting every day during get out of class and after class. I guess he should move his handicraft table to the classroom in two days."

"His paintings? Where are they hiding?" Su Xiang moved away from the desk locker, searching layer by layer.

"Clamped in blank paper." Zhang Yingxuan rubbed his temples. The long-term staying up late studying made him a little groggy. Realizing that his spirit was relaxed, he stopped paying attention to Su Xiangli and began to brush up questions.

Su Xiangli was so excited to take out a thick stack of drawing paper, she thought that Lu Zhengkang must be painting the portrait of his world's most lovely girlfriend again!

As a result, not half of the paintings are by Su Xiangli. There are Master Tang, there are Titan King, there are starships, there are Tingli, all kinds of strange creatures, clean lines, straightforward style, are all excellent works, but the only problem is that there is no Su Xiangli.

Susu is furious!

She stuffed the drawing paper back to the desk, angrily about to get up and leave.

Zhang Yingxuan was taken aback, "Where to go?"

"Look at you at the same table to settle accounts! Humph!"

As soon as she left, the classmates in the classroom started talking, and someone approached Zhang Yingxuan, "Wow, did you know that girl just now?"

"Well, old classmate, Lu Zhengkang is his partner."

"Oh, the premature love."

Zhang Yingxuan glared, "Can the childhood sweetheart matter be called premature love?"

"Can't it?"

"Can?"

"That can't be."

They looked at each other. At this moment, the classroom suddenly became quiet, and the head teacher quietly walked behind them, "What can it be?"

Zhang Yingxuan was hairy, "Oh...I am, ask him if he can answer this question."

"Don't talk during self-study time, and ask the teacher if you have any questions. Huh? Where is Lu Zhengkang?" The head teacher is a fat old man, wearing a pair of heavy light brown technical glasses, and he is always trendy, very cool and serious. Of an old man.

"He... didn't come." Zhang Yingxuan asked Ai Ai for a while.

"Oh, he didn't come if he didn't come." The head teacher spread his hands and turned away.

The students who witnessed this scene were in a mixed mood: Why do we have to come? Scumbags have no human rights!

At this time, Lu Zhengkang was sitting in a familiar drink shop.

The lady boss smiled and asked: "Classmates are here again? What to drink?"

Lu Zhengkang asked, "Is there any bamboo cuteness?"

"You're here early. Lime Bamboo Meng has sold out in the morning, and new products will come in at four in the afternoon."

Lu Zhengkang looked at the electronic clock on the wall, "I'm used to being early. Three to fifty, then I'll wait."

News was being broadcast on the TV in the drink shop. Lu Zhengkang sat down in the rest area upright and looked up at the news program.

The smile of the news host is neither gracious nor rigid, as if it were some kind of crafts from the assembly line: three points gentle, three points energetic, three points serious, and one point urgent. "This station news, recently, the father of bionics , Kamsky Carnegie came to China to visit..."

Lu Zhengkang was silent and looked at the beverage shop with his peripheral vision. The furnishings here are actually not much different from before the substitution. The same layout style, institutionalized and commercialized, including wallpaper, tables and chairs, are all prescribed by the company. This layout It is easy to reflect the characteristics of a brand. In the early stage of market expansion, it distinguished itself from the countless similar industries under the mud and sand. By the end of the century, the enormous abundance of food ingredients led to the rapid shrinkage of food market sales. Enterprises went bankrupt and merged in fierce competition. In order to curb the emergence of monopoly enterprises, the state took the initiative to inject capital and set up a number of state-owned enterprises in many endangered industries to ensure industrial vitality and stable market prices.

In other words, Lu Zhengkang is sitting in the public store.

The furnishings have not changed much, but some potted plants have been added, a shelf of succulents is piled up in the corner of the bar, and there are more small pendants on the wall.

In this afternoon when the indoor lighting was clean and mild, and the clouds were piling up outdoors, Lu Zhengkang watched the Dr. Carnegie on the TV. He was an old man with a white beard and looked like KFC grandpa.

It was four o'clock, and there were footsteps approaching, and Colonel Lin was wearing a casual shirt and shorts, carrying a glass of lime bamboo, and said, "Your drink is ready."

Lu Zhengkang raised his eyebrows, showing a look of surprise, just about to speak, Colonel Lin shook his head gently.

"Where is the straw?" Lu Zhengkang responded quickly.

"I'll take you to get it." Colonel Lin led him toward the storage warehouse.

Entering the warehouse, where the raw materials for making drinks are piled up, Colonel Lin stopped in front of a shelf and looked at the shelf compartment.

Lu Zhengkang thought, what secret base is it?

Sure enough, the tightly stitched floor in front of the shelves suddenly sank into a staircase wide by one person.

"Come on." Colonel Lin said in a low tone.

Lu Zhengkang followed him into the basement. This is a small safe house~www.readwn.com~ There is no strange equipment, but there is a unit of exoskeleton armor. As the stairs closed, Lu Zhengkang could feel extremely quiet.

"Comrade Colonel!" Lu Zhengkang saluted, "What happened?"

Colonel Lin stared at Lu Zhengkang. The cold light in the safe room was shining behind him, but a long and deep shadow was cast on his front face. "This is a very time, so I have to be cautious. Just yesterday, the organization I got news on the Internet that the server of "Three Worlds" has not been shut down."

Lu Zhengkang was silent.

"Out of prudent consideration and the support of some internal intelligence we have received, we organized and dispatched a special operations team to the Antarctic and infiltrated the 3 crew. After paying a comrade's..., we obtained key intelligence. Now, We will continue to send troops to investigate the "Three Worlds" game that has been suspended, and we may need your special power."

"always be ready!"

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