wolf servant

By the end of the day, the news that there was a Beta player from the lower urban area in Class F, a freshman who played a sandbox war game, was known to everyone, and people took a closer look at 818 and discovered that this person was actually the final winner of the sacred decision day , was so excited that he almost fainted——

This is so awesome!

However, some people are more resentful.

"That Fendil is definitely not as simple as just playing casually in an Internet cafe as he told others. Veterans who have not played this game for seven, eight or even ten years will never reach his level-look at him There is no need to hesitate to do infrastructure, send troops, and place defensive towers!"

"..."

"Is this something that can be played casually on weekdays? The version of this broken game is changing every day. A version has a version of the gameplay. You have to get started with this game quickly, or you have been playing and never missed the right version. Adapt; or, like the professional players on the school team, they are veterans who have already figured out the game!"

"..."

"You said how good it is when you are playing games. People from the school team ran over, ouch, a headache, they don't think that Beta is not bad. Then let's absorb him into the school team—"

"..."

"Oh, no, right?! It's too scary to think about it, so he won't be up to the sky!"

"..."

"Hello? Stupid? You talk!!!"

In the afternoon tea room, the thin and slender southern wolf clan desperately shook the aristocratic young master who was sitting beside him with a look of helplessness——

The latter was a little taciturn after losing the game this afternoon, completely different from the previous momentum of trying to get back after being overwhelmed...

Manhattan almost thought that Bai Jue had been beaten stupid.

But at this moment, being shaken wildly by Manhattan, Bai Jue raised his eyelids reluctantly, and let out an "ah".

Manhart broke down: "You 'ah' shit, I'm talking to you, are you listening..."

"He didn't lie, how can a family in the downtown area afford a dedicated optical computer for children to play games?" Bai Jue glanced at Manhattan, "I guess that Beta figured out the game through some channels." Bar?"

Manhart: "What channel? Watching the game video?"

"I don't know." Bai Jue took out the communicator and glanced at it. The communicator was so calm that it seemed that the function of sending and receiving text messages had died. Bai Jue threw the communicator on the dining table not very gently, and shrugged irresponsibly. Shrugging, "Maybe it's reading a book?"

"...Is there anyone reading books these days?"

"That Beta is full of retro flavor from head to toe. You can see that the tactics he used in the game are also tactics from decades ago."

Bai Jue raised his chin and clicked the corner - Manhart looked back and found that a certain Beta was really sitting there in the corner, drinking tea... looking at a book on the teapot in front of him. Heavy books.

Manhart rolled his huge eyes and turned his head back: "To tell you the truth, it's only laymen watching the fun. Those people only know that the Beta won, but they don't know that when it comes to tactical ideas, your small troops split push, big The tactics involving troops are obviously more exciting-if this game is played a little earlier and enters the decisive battle when his second-level soldiers are not so strong, or if it continues later, your main force will be stronger...not necessarily Who will win the game!"

"It's always good to win, there are so many 'ifs'."

Bai Jue laughed briefly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

In the middle of speaking, the communicator thrown on the table suddenly rang, and Bai Jue sat up straight, grabbed the communicator and took a look...

Then it turned out to be the weather forecast.

…………………Damn it.

I always feel that a string called "patience" snapped in my mind!

Angrily snapping down the communicator, Bai Jue stood up abruptly, pushed away the refreshment in front of him, and grabbed his schoolbag——

It was so strong that it almost knocked out a mouthful of old blood from Manhattan next to him!

The voice of the conversation in the tea room weakened a little, and people around all turned their attention. Seeing the grumpy expression on the black-haired boy's face, they all thought it was because he lost the game and became angry... whispered.

However, Bai Jue obviously didn't care what they said, he just walked out with his schoolbag on a sullen face, with only one thing in mind -

Bastard Fayser, what happened to the "we don't know each other" just now outside the window, pretending to be tough and running away?

For whom?

……baffling!

...Faith Lancelot, you're absolutely fucking right that it's inexplicable!

Taking out the communicator, Bai Jue typed out [My leg hurts], after thinking about it, I always felt that there was something wrong with the tone——

delete delete.

I re-typed [Go to the infirmary to change the medicine, love will come], after typing for a few seconds, I confirmed that the tone was okay, and I was satisfied and sent the message.

After waiting for a few seconds, he stared at the screen of the communicator like a deep-felt enemy, and after confirming that nothing happened, Bai Jue let out a loud "hum", and directly stuffed the communicator back into his pocket.

……

However, he didn't wait for Bai Jue to walk outside the door in time.

The person he hated so much brought a group of people in from outside the door, Bai Jue paused for a moment, and glanced at him hastily——his memory is not bad, and he immediately recognized this group of people as the former Those people outside the computer room...

In other words, they were all members of the sandbox war game school team.

A total of eight or nine people, except Xing Ji, are all Betas (probably a matter of nature, because most Alphas are not interested in field commanders, and prefer to go to the front line), and most of them are men, with two twin girls , Shuangshuang is tall, with ponytails and fourth-grade military school uniforms. Judging from their makeup, they don't belong to the "friendly big sister" type.

The main reason why Bai Jue noticed them was that when the group walked in, the two girls were still arguing with Xing Ji——

"I think this is reckless!"

"You can see something just by watching the game..."

"Our team isn't that short of people, is it?"

"Eccentric, carry private goods!"

On the other hand, Xing Ji looked too lazy to argue with them, and responded with "hmmm", or answered "You are short of people after graduation", what else is there, "If you lose, if you win, you are the only ones who can win." It's biased."

I can't understand what they're arguing about—

It wasn't until Fayser turned around and silently looked at the group of chattering guys behind them that they calmed down a little. But at this time, this group of "high IQ" and "mainstream game professional players" had become a small group. small focus...

Bai Jue was standing not far away with his schoolbag in his hand, watching coldly. He wasn't sure if Feiser had seen him, but at least from now on, he acted as if he was blind——

"..."

Until Feiser took out his communicator from his pocket while talking to Xing Ji, looked down a few times, then played with it for a while, and put the communicator back into his pocket——

Regardless of whether it was before or after this, Bai Jue confirmed that the communicator in his pocket was as quiet as a chicken and had not received any messages.

Silently clenched the schoolbag in his hand, his dark pupils dimmed slightly... Bai Jue finally realized that Fayser might be having some kind of temper tantrum——

And the reason, completely, is unknown.

……………… At noon, it was still fine.

Bai Jue hesitated for a while, wondering if he should take the initiative to break the deadlock, since Feiser is not his girlfriend, he really doesn't want to play guessing games with him——

However, at this moment, Bai Jue flashed out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly saw Xing Ji took out a red invitation letter from his pocket, and then laughed happily, tapping Feiser's shoulder with the invitation letter...

Feiser showed a dispensable expression, and pushed Xing Ji's harassment away with the back of his hand... Xing Ji made a "three grams of oil" gesture at Feiser, turned around and walked towards this moment with graceful steps. Mr. Beta, who was reading a book in the corner, handed him the thing in his hand that symbolized the invitation letter of the sandbox war game school team.

Immediately afterwards, today's second explosive news was born——

As a first-year student, Fendil Kai got the only red invitation letter shared by the captain and vice-captain of the sandbox war game school team this year.

66666 Ah!

All of a sudden, the whole tea room was boiling, and when the first-year students in the tea room stood up excitedly and cheered for Fendil, no one noticed that another figure hurriedly left the tea room with a schoolbag.

Before leaving, the schoolbag in his hand staggered the sandbox war game captain who stood at the door with no expression from beginning to end——

"Good dogs don't get in the way."

The guy who hit someone even said so coldly.

The author has something to say: Young Master: Angry!

Readers: We are even more angry! ! !

Author: Uh, don't be angry, we have something better for the young master.