Ye Lan

So the day went like this.Feng Huhu's special training was really fierce, but fortunately he didn't fight with each other.I thought that although his voice was loud enough, his temper was not too impatient.A few days ago, he always wanted to train my melee combat ability, but my driving control was too cumbersome, so he finally gave up.

"Forget it, you can be a mage."

The so-called "mage" is the kind of person who has a high driving limit but lacks flexibility. In actual combat, they generally can only shrink back and slowly drive some high-intensity attacks (we call this "boom magic"), so they are called "magic magic". Mage".This is a congenital physical deficiency, and training can improve it a little, although it is useless.What Feng Huo meant was that he was fighting in the front, one was worth two, and I just needed to blast out the magic from the back to win.Although I didn't dare to refute, I privately thought that the two people on the opposite side were not stupid after all. As long as one person held Feng Huo back and the other cut me in the back, the plan would be declared bankrupt; Feng Huo was mysteriously confident. , I think this strategy is extremely clever, not only practicing confrontation every day, but also rehearsing how the two of us will go on stage to receive the award.Only I worry every day whether those people in the back row will be like Feng Huo, who likes to solve problems with fists and kicks: if this is the case, I will have to buy some ointment before the game.

"You really want to participate in the competition."

Someone's voice came from the seat under the canopy bed.Due to excessive expenditure of driving force, my whole body seemed to be falling apart, and I didn't even have the strength to turn over.

"...Then why do you think I came back so late?"

"Give up, such a black game."

"What can I do..."

"He's stupid and you are stupid? You won't refuse... Even if you get a beating, it's better to have a short-term pain than a long-term pain."

I think about it, this is indeed the truth.But the tone of a certain Zhang made me have a wonderful rebellious psychology-or you can call this middle-class stubbornness, no, it is a bit too pretentious to say so.We are all just the most ordinary people, with no background, no special talent, a certain Zhang knows this very well, so he just plans to spend these four years in a normal way, and then try to find a job in the system , that's all.I also understand this, but my mother's classic quote suddenly popped up in my mind, and then I blurted it out.

"If you have given up, aren't you no different from them?"

A certain Zhang didn't speak for a long time, and I even felt that he might not have heard my voice at all.Just as I tried my best to turn over towards the wall and was about to meet Duke Zhou, I suddenly heard his voice.

"It seems that the game can be played with two people and one substitute?"

"Yes, why..."

"Then take me one. There's still room."

"The seventeenth house on the third floor! Turn off the lights!" A shrill roar came from the dormitory supervisor downstairs.

I heard someone move the chair, clatter to the door with his shoes on, and turn off the switch.Pattering back in the darkness, he climbed onto the bunk bed.He didn't say another word.

So the day went on like this.I think a certain Zhang probably made a wrong decision. Since he joined, the daily practice has become my own solo practice, and Feng Huo will practice with him.He is not as embarrassed as I am when fighting, but it is not much better. In addition, the fighting type "Endeavour B" is relatively restrained against the general-purpose "Whirlwind", and he basically has no room to fight back except for parrying .After I silently slammed the "deflagration" on the training ground, I watched two people interspersed in a small space at super fast speed, making strange popping sounds or electric sparks from time to time; it seemed that there was a back and forth , However, the ending is always that a certain card is blown out by an atmospheric explosion, screaming for pain while looking for the drive that was out of hand.Now it only takes me 1 minute and 17 seconds to throw out the deflagration—this may be the best result in the entire academy, but I shudder when I think that Feng Huo will have to hold on for more than a minute under the attack of two people.He is very strong, and I can't imagine his defeat. It is because it is unimaginable but inevitable that it is even more frightening.

The two are still intertwined endlessly.I took out my phone; the forums were still full of the same topics—it was nothing more than a lot of ordinary people showing off what they could show off, complimenting or attacking what others showed off, and commenting on the evil current affairs.They can always find a target, and from this draw dark conclusions about the government and the plutocrats; but after a while, public opinion often turns around again, and all things are forgotten in a flurry of noise.Sometimes I even feel that the government and the chaebols are controlling the trend of public opinion, so that more and more people like me will no longer believe in anything that the public opinion mentions, and just close their eyes and listen to them and be good citizens.When I was thinking this way, I was patted heavily on the shoulder, and Feng Huo was standing behind me.

"Hey! Lazy!"

"I've already thrown seven deflagrations, so I wouldn't throw that many in actual combat."

"Not enough! Come on, how can you be lazy."

A certain card has picked up the drive at this time.I saw a big drop of sweat (or snot, maybe) hanging from the tip of his nose, and a half-smile expression.

"You don't know, he is weak and has never beaten me. Just let him be a substitute."

I tucked my phone into the compartment of my bag.

"Just blow it."

There is no downfall in a certain mouth alone.I knew this, but Feng Huo immediately became interested: he was only particularly keen on this kind of competition.

"Yes, it's useless to just talk. Come and play a game, and the loser will be a substitute." His palm pressed harder on my shoulder. "OK?"

In a sense, being a substitute might not be a bad thing.I agreed, looking up to see a sinister smile and getting goosebumps down my spine.He is not the kind of person who cares about winning or losing, but he was beaten by Feng Huo just now, and now he is probably going to use me to find his confidence.One was bouncing around in place like a boxer, flexing its wrists.I admit that I lost my mind at that moment.

"No, you can't be rough, right?"

Feng Huo took off his shirt and put it on his shoulders, leaning against the light pole, like a gangster on the street.

"It's okay if the rules don't say so. We have to simulate actual combat, get ready, three, two, one!"

My field of vision was stuck on Feng Huo's rather strong wheat-colored abdominal muscles. The next moment, the whole body flew backwards at a high speed, and it hurt like it was falling apart.At the threshold where the thinking has not yet reached, the instinct exploded with high-heat sparks, and "Yundingshanjiaer [-]" let out a mournful cry bound by inertia.The body is decomposed and driven at the level of elementary particles, and the trajectory of motion is forcibly changed, and then reassembled at the point of will.My mind returned to the body, and as far as I could see, a black shadow like an arrow from the string was approaching. I raised my hand-the air in front of me heated up sharply, and there was a hollow sound like a boulder falling into the water.The shock wave of the atmospheric burst was annihilated.The remaining sanity began to operate, teleportation, escape, sub-construction, and plasma energy injection, just like the textbooks described, step by step.

I knew I had caught up with him.This is an unprecedented hard fight, the core rotor shines brightly through the reading window of the drive, turning and interlacing, like incandescent meteors flying in the atmosphere.I need to shake the deflagration out - I thought, almost tripping over the cyclone trap. 1 minute... Let's teleport, every cell has reached its limit, it seems that the next teleportation will no longer be able to rebuild my body - then the consciousness regained, and I stood in front of a certain sheet.

The body lost its sense of pain and was floating in the ocean of entanglement.I need to overload the rotor.Everything around has become a slow motion shot.Overload it, there is no time.A certain mouth opened and closed, but couldn't hear what he was saying.Start overloading, and then you can throw the deflagration directly.Something very heavy is pressing under the breastbone.The drive is scalding hot and it seems the rotor has lost its stability.There was an iron smell in the throat.After the effector is constructed, it detonates.

The sky and the earth have lost their boundaries.Except for the point where the line of sight is focused, there is only a blurred and dancing silver-white flash left in the field of vision.I tried to teleport as the standard procedure suggested, but couldn't lift my arm at all.I seemed to be lying on the ground of the training field, my back was hot, and all the muscles in my body were twitching.Sweat ran down his face in streaks of itching.The tinnitus stopped, and I heard the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves not far away.

I gritted my teeth, put my elbows on the ground, and propped up my upper body.Feng Huo was waving his shirt to extinguish the remaining flames on a certain Zhang, and he didn't have time to look at me.The palm of his left hand suddenly felt hot and painful, and he threw the heavy object reflexively: the driver rolled on the plastic floor, and the light of the reading window dimmed.The metal shell was deformed due to the violent entanglement, and the few drops of sweat on it were violently transpiring due to the scorching heat, pulling out a few wisps of white mist.The white mist gradually turned to gray, and the smell of rubber hit the face-the drive seemed to be burnt out due to overload.