Rise

After days of torrential rain, the weather in Manchester gradually turned cooler.

In such an autumn, the British people on the streets have added a windbreaker to the thin and cool summer shirt, just like the man who opened the door and walked into the coffee shop at this moment.

The man was dressed in ordinary clothes, a black windbreaker and a pair of denim trousers. He was about in his early thirties and looked ordinary. Putting him on the street would be the type that would be quickly overwhelmed and would not attract more attention.

But if someone pays attention or gets close to it, they will feel something different directly and immediately.

Maybe it can be said to be an aura.

An icy aura that should not be entered by strangers.

Just like the indifferent expression on the man's face, people can't help but shudder and walk away subconsciously even if they just take a look at it, the dread and vigilance that will unconsciously make the scalp numb is born in the heart, just like this man There is a kind of extremely dangerous and terrifying cold aura on his body.

So even though it was just a simple action of pushing the door open, after the man walked into the coffee shop, it seemed that the temperature in the entire shop had dropped several degrees invisibly.

There was even a guest sitting on the seat by the door shivering suddenly, subconsciously pulling up his collar——

this weather...

It's really getting cold.

The man who walked into the store glanced around coldly for a week, and soon landed on the direction of the booth near the window not far away. With a slight flash of light in his eyes, he walked towards the booth again. .

At this time, No. 5 also saw the figure of an old friend whom he had not seen for many years under the reminder of No. 1:

"It really hasn't changed at all..."

Number five sighed softly.

No. 1 shrugged: "It's still the same dead face, it's almost as good as the second guy."

But these words can't be easily heard by others. When the man walked to the booth, No. 1 stood up naturally and calmly, ready to greet him with a warm smile on his face:

"Hi my old friend, long time no-"

Originally, he planned to have an intimate hug, but before he finished speaking, he saw that the man had already walked past No. 1, completely ignoring No. 1's warm gesture of greeting,

The hands that had just been stretched out by No. 1 stopped in mid-air in embarrassment.

"Ahem... I said you don't have to be so cold when you meet old friends, right?"

No. 1 withdrew his hand helplessly, and looked at the man who had already walked to the seat opposite the deck and sat down.

bullet glanced coldly:

"I'm not your friend."

The tone was blunt and direct, without any attempt to save face.

But then his eyes fell on No. 5, his expression softened a little, and he nodded slightly to No. 5:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

No. 5 was full of smiles: "Well, it's been a few years. It's a great pleasure to see you again in Manchester City."

Bullet glanced over No. 5's left hand on the table, as if he noticed something, his eyes narrowed suddenly:

"Engaged?"

No. 5 was slightly stunned, then reacted, raised his left hand with a smile and shook slightly to show the diamond ring on his middle finger: "Yes, it's been a long time~"

Bullet glanced at number one next to number five:

"With him?"

Number Five nodded with a smile.

"Congratulations." Bullet nodded, but then shook his head: "It's a pity."

The tone is obviously still cold, but in the last three words, people can clearly distinguish the sincere and sincere meaning of regret.

No. 1 who was next to him couldn't help but twitched his mouth slightly: "Hey, it's alright, my fiancé is right next to me, please save face."

However, there is no doubt that such protests were still ignored by Bullet again.

Wait until all three are seated again.

The topic finally turned back.

Bullet finally looked up at number one for the first time:

"What about things?"

No more politeness, straight to the point.

Although the expression and tone of this North American legend of the previous generation are still indifferent, as if there is no emotional change, but it can still make people feel the urgent emotion that is suppressed by hard control.

Number one laughed:

"Don't worry, I brought it."

As he spoke, his eyes turned to his fiancée beside him: "Xiao Wu?"

No. 5 smiled and said "hmm", took out a mini laptop from the small bag he carried, then took out a small mobile hard disk and plugged it in with a data cable, and handed it to his fiancé. hand.

No. 1 took over the computer and the hard disk, moved his fingers quickly and flexibly on the touch screen, and quickly opened a video file to enter the playback interface, and then turned the screen of the laptop to the opposite bullet:

"Come."

"The first video, do you want to watch it first?"

In fact, there is no need to wait until Number One finishes speaking. Bullet has already pulled the laptop screen closer to him, and his eyes immediately fell on the screen. on screen.

No. 1 and No. 5 looked at each other tacitly, did not speak, and began to wait patiently.

The video is about 20 minutes in.

What is shown on the screen is a passer-by qualifying match. The recorder deliberately locked the camera's perspective for 90% of the time through the spectator system on the first-person interface of the blue bot lane adc Delevingne.

bullet started watching the video.

A minute passed.

Three minutes passed.

In the video, the blue adc Delevingne took the lead in a wave of down lanes, and with the cooperation of his auxiliary teammate Thresh, he directly completed a one-blood kill.

It's crisp and clean without any sloppiness.

But the expression on Bullet's face in front of the computer screen remained indifferent, and even his eyes did not flicker at all.

five minutes.

Next Lu Delevingne double-killed again.

Bullet still didn't respond at all.

seven minutes.

In the picture, the purple army team has a wave of middle and wild linkages to roam in the bottom lane, and cooperates with the top order to teleport and instantly forms a wave of five people encircling and killing the bottom lane.

The blue Fang ADC Delevingne suddenly broke out in hand speed operations in a desperate situation.

Move to avoid two key and deadly control skills one after another.

The backhand throw e interrupts the opponent's jungle rush.

Cooperate with Thresh to forcibly counter-kill the purple crispy ADC explorer in the first place.

Then take away the auxiliary Nami.

Kill the top order again.

Flash chased four kills and took away the jungler.

In the end, when his teammates assisted Thresh to die in battle, he shot an icy spinning throwing axe, beheading and taking away the opposing mid laner.

The "penta-kill (penta kill)" prompt sounded from the female voice of the system, and the bullet in front of the computer screen finally let out a "hmm".

The sitting posture in front of the deck is still upright without any change.

It's just that the gaze in the eyes has become slightly sharper.

ten minutes.

fifteen minutes.

More than 20 minutes passed silently like this, and when a recorded video ended, with the victory of the blue army and Draven's full sixteen kills, the video player window popped back to desktop.

Sitting across from him, Number One raised his eyebrows and looked at Bullet with a questioning gaze.

The expression on Bullet's face remained indifferent:

"what about others?"

Number one laughed:

"That's a lot."

"If you're not too tired, take your time."

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