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The wind on a midsummer night in June blows away the gardenias in the small garden of the school, and the evening primroses around the side are also blooming lively and lovely. The tall and tall locust trees are rustling at the school gate, and there is still a faint hint of gardenias in the air. The fragrance of Sophora japonica.

Wen He is about to send off another group of senior high school graduates.

There is no so-called shouting at the school, and no "celebration" activities such as tearing up books are allowed. On the [-]rd, the last evening self-study in the third year of senior high school, the teachers who teach the third year class are called to the meeting temporarily. , I was called away halfway through the evening self-study.

It is already midsummer, the weather is extremely hot, and people are also restless.On the first floor, only Class [-] and Class [-] were reading their homework quietly, and the neighbors next door were so lively that they seemed to be having a part, as if they were the ones who were about to graduate.

The wind from the corridor swept into the classroom, along with those noisy voices.

A few students went to Jiang Yan's seat to report that they were too noisy to study. Jiang Yan went to the next class to talk to the class committee about the situation, but they were still too noisy after returning.

Within a few minutes, Xi Zhikong straightened up from the table sleepily, yawned and complained softly: "What the hell are you doing next door..."

Jiang Yan put down his pen and unscrewed the water bottle and handed it to him: "Are you awake?"

"I also said to sleep for half an hour before doing the questions. I was woken up in only 10 minutes. It's so annoying. They are having a party? It's not a graduation class..."

"Their classes seem to have an appointment for some kind of game. I just went to the bathroom, and the multimedia was playing the game screen when I passed by." Sun Chenxuan in the front row took off his earphones, turned around, poked Jiang Zhehui, and said in a low voice: " Do you know why you didn't make an appointment with our class?"

Jiang Zhehui shook his head.

Jiang Yan turned the pen and tapped on the table, "What game? Asking the sword?"

"That's right!" Sun Chenxuan simply turned around, elbowed Jiang Zhehui and said excitedly: "Do you remember that Wang Yulei? The one who was 'completely abused' by us before!"

Jiang Zhehui finally had some impressions, and vaguely remembered what Sun Chenxuan said before the high school entrance examination.

Jiang Yan followed and nodded: "It's him."

"So he didn't make an appointment with our class because he was afraid of us." Sun Chenxuan said.

"What you said, more than a year has passed, how do you know if other people's skills have improved?" Jiang Yan stretched out his hand to rub Xi Zhikong's sore shoulders, and said, "It seems that this season's technical improvement has reached the third place. Is it the turn?"

"It's boring to change what we can play with my younger brother's configuration." Sun Chenxuan curled his lips and turned back.

Xi Zhikong couldn't fall asleep anymore, he just finished two problems with concentration, when the next class suddenly burst into cheers, he shook his hand and poked a big hole in the manuscript paper.

"Grass!"

As soon as he threw his pen and got up, he wanted to go out, but Jiang Yan pulled his wrist and almost fell into his arms.

Jiang Yan asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"They don't know that this is evening self-study? They don't care if they are arguing with others? I'm going to—"

"I'll go, I'll just go and talk." Jiang Yan patted Xi Zhikong's shoulder and stood up, and poked Sun Chenxuan on his forearm when passing by, "Go, go and have a look."

The two stood at the back door of Class [-], looked at the game queuing screen on the multimedia, and smiled at each other. They walked two steps in but no one noticed.

"Now the high-level BP is really fascinating. Everyone doesn't care about playing with classic configurations, and they just line up the scene." Sun Chenxuan sighed with emotion in a low voice. Just after saying this, Wang Yulei banned his best profession, "Tsk tsk tsk , do you see what I said?"

Jiang Yan shook his head: "He bans himself in this round, and plays with the opponent, and if he loses the next round, he can still fight for a draw.

"How did he lose last time, do you forget?"

Sun Chenxuan slapped his head: "The last BO5, they were defeated by our mentality of chasing two consecutive matches, and the fourth strongest configuration lost."

"Hmm." Jiang Yan looked at the final configuration of the two sides on the screen, and said with a smile: "Wang Yulei is about to vomit blood, this bet... Isn't it cool to draw circles of his own pure yang on this map?" ? As a result, he banned himself."

Sun Chenxuan shrugged: "Once bitten by a snake for ten years, I'm afraid of well ropes. This Tang Sect is his eighteen-handed profession, right?"

"When they finish playing, go say hello to them and tell them to keep their voices down." Jiang Yan stretched and leaned against the door, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Looking at their momentum, they definitely can't stop."

"If you can't stop...then fight." Jiang Yan said again.

Sun Chenxuan raised his head and glanced at the time, "What's the big deal, don't just use knives and guns now."

Jiang Yan opened his eyes and glanced at him: "I'm talking about playing games."

"Yo! Brother Yan came out of the rivers and lakes again? Isn't he all A's? Why do you suddenly want to fight again?"

"Isn't this—wasn't it—arguing that we are going to sleep and study?" Jiang Yan looked towards the door of the second class classroom, and saw Xi Zhikong sitting on the seat at the back of the classroom, still full of anger, bowed his head and pursed his lips and smiled laugh.

Sun Chenxuan hugged his arms and rubbed them, and said, "My god, I'm so sore."

"Let's see what's going on now." Jiang Yan pouted, and Sun Chenxuan glanced back, truthfully broadcasting the report:

"Dad's career bureau, it's probably because of a milk change. I think Wang Yulei is about to be released by their nurse."

Jiang Yan also turned his head to take a look, just in time to see that Wang Yulei used his skills to counteract the damage reduction given by the nanny, "This wave is too bad, the nanny has a 40-second CD for a skill-look, the explosion on the other side will be healed soon. "

"History is always surprisingly similar. It stands to reason that after such a long time, he should have gotten along well with their nanny."

"It's not a team, what a run-in, it's not just getting together to play casually." Jiang Yan walked out from the back door and walked directly to the front door, just standing at the door, Wang Yulei just finished the game.

Jiang Yan raised his hand and knocked symbolically on the door. Wang Yulei looked up, his face turned ugly again.

Although losing a BO5 two years ago was nothing, and the two of them didn't have a deep hatred, but now they appeared just after losing a Jiang Yan, and he still felt that there was a gap in his heart, and it was nothing to face Jiang Yan Good word.

"What's the matter again?! You are not finished!"

Wang Yulei stood up and walked to the door of the classroom. The whole class fell silent immediately after saying this.

Jiang Yan nodded and coughed twice, raised his head with a polite smile: "Please keep your voice down, it will affect others' study, isn't it good, old friend?"

"Old friend? Who told you, old friend? I've said it all, just finish playing these two games and it's over. It's not too late for you to study, right?"

"One hour and a half?" Jiang Yan glanced at the time, raised his arms and said, "You guys have been arguing for half an evening study, and it is less than four or ten minutes before the next evening study. Is this an hour and a half?"

Wang Yulei looked back and saw that the game had entered the BP interface, and waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, finish this game—"

"Finish this hand? Are you sure you can finish this game after this hand? Do you mean to lose again?" Sun Chenxuan sneered, sighed lightly and shook his head.

Wang Yulei got angry at once: "Sun Chenxuan, last time your nanny ran away with a trace of blood. If it wasn't for me to dodge with one skill, we would have lost?"

"Shall we throw the blame at the game? Wouldn't it be over if you won one more game before?"

"You! You wait for me!"

Sun Chenxuan's words were choking, Wang Yulei was so angry that he couldn't bear it, he pointed at the tip of his nose twice, Jiang Yan hurriedly stopped him and said, "Okay, what's the matter?"

He patted Wang Yulei's collar, and said again: "I definitely can't let you fight anymore, I'll give you a plan, what do you think, the game is suspended, tomorrow you go to an Internet cafe for an appointment, you can go to any luxurious Internet cafe, I will pay for the internet fee."

"...Jiang Yan, who are you going to spend a few dollars on?" Wang Yulei let go of his hand and straightened his collar again: "The game cannot be stopped."

"In that case," Jiang Yan was not angry at all, but kept smiling, "Then who did you fight with?"

Wang Yulei looked him up and down: "Why?"

"It's okay, I'll just ask."

"I called Class Ninth." After Wang Yulei finished speaking, he turned back to the classroom and closed the door.

Without further ado, Jiang Yan ran to Class [-], and Sun Chenxuan ran after him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"This kid is too stupid, there is still a test paper that has not been written, and he can't sleep well at night if he is delayed in writing the questions."

"...No, I'm asking you why, how can you answer a question and still give me a mouthful?"

Standing at the gate of Class Nine, Jiang Yan turned around and smiled at him: "Go to Class Nine and beat him 2-0."

……

There were still 10 minutes left for evening self-study, Jiang Yan and Sun Chenxuan ran back to the classroom, the fifth class next door was finally quiet, and Xi Zhikong finally finished the two big problems smoothly.

As soon as he got to his seat, Chen Xucong came back from the meeting, walked to his table, knocked on his table, and called him out.

on the corridor.

Chen Xucong looked up at the stars, and he was silent for a long time before speaking, "Jiang Yan, I want to talk to you about Xi Zhikong." He looked back at Jiang Yan, smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I just asked Let me ask you, do you know what he thinks about learning literature?"

Jiang Yan was taken aback: "Ah? What's wrong?"

"Honestly speaking, I have feelings for all the students in our class now, and I don't want to leave any of them, and Xi Zhikong works so hard, I really like this student, but Jiang Yan, you should also know that he is such a good liberal arts student. Basically, it's a pity to stay in the science class."

Chen Xucong sighed one after another, looking very troubled.

Jiang Yan thought for a while and said, "He..."

He didn't know what to say about Xi Zhikong's choice, did he want to honestly say that Xi Zhikong stayed in this class because of himself?

"Just tell the truth, it doesn't matter, the teacher can't really drive him away."

"He—" Jiang Yan had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by a voice.

"Teacher, I only study science. If I am good at arts, I don't necessarily have to study literature." Xi Zhikong stood at the door of the classroom at some point, smiled at Jiang Yan, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to eavesdrop on you. Speak, I'll come out to use the bathroom."

Chen Xucong waved to him, and he walked to Chen Xucong's side, subconsciously looking at Jiang Yan.

"Tell the teacher how you think about it." Chen Xucong put his hand on his shoulder and patted him lightly, "The liberal arts are so good, why are you reluctant to part with me, an old guy?"

Xi Zhikong immediately lowered his head shyly: "Yes, I can't bear the teachers, I can't bear Jiang Yan—and my classmates."

He said without changing his face, Jiang Yan was startled when he heard it, thinking that he had said something wrong by mistake, but he was soothed by his firm eyes immediately after raising his eyes.

"Mr. Chen, I know that my current grades are not enough, but I will continue to work hard. I have worked hard to stay in class two. Now this semester will end in half a month, and then there will be sub-subject exams. Don't worry Well, I will definitely prepare for the exam well, and I will never hold you back."

"You silly boy, I'm not saying you're a laggard. But I really didn't expect you to choose science so bravely. I was worried last semester—I wasn't very worried. It was mainly your math teacher, tsk tsk, not now. It’s the same, do you know that your math teacher talks about you wherever you go? You’re so good.” Chen Xucong walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and said, “Since you’ve made up your mind, you must stick to it. A few days ago, the civil affairs department came to investigate—if you have any difficulties, you must tell the teacher. Jiang Yan’s mother has also contacted me, so you should study hard and leave other things to the adults. Okay, you go back Bar."

Chen Xucong said a few words at the door of the classroom and left. Jiang Yan stood behind Xi Zhikong and bumped him with his shoulder, asking, "Don't you want to go to the bathroom? Let's go."

Unexpectedly, Xi Zhikong glanced back at him, twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Who is going to the bathroom with you?"

When Xi Zhikong walked out a few steps, Jiang Yan lowered his head and laughed so that his shoulders shrugged.

"The baby is quite vengeful."

Early the next morning, a "war letter" was pasted at the door of class two. Jiang Yan and Xi Zhikong walked to the door of the classroom one after the other, and the students in front automatically made way for them.

Jiang Yan tore the envelope off the wall, and as soon as he opened it and held the letter in his hand, Sun Chenxuan jumped up from behind him.

"What? A letter of war?" He tilted his head to look at the letter in Jing Jiang Yan's hand, "It can't be—"

"I didn't expect this Wang Yulei to be quite... hot-blooded."

After deliberating for a while, Jiang Yan still replaced the word "secondary" with "hot blood".

Xi Zhikong also leaned over to read the letter, and couldn't help laughing just after reading the beginning, "What did you two do last night?"

Jiang Yan folded the letter and pinched it in his hand, waved all the gathered students into the classroom, turned around and glanced at the classroom of Class [-] next door, raised his eyebrows and said: "You are so narrow-minded."

Last night Jiang Yan ran to the gate of Class Nine and discussed with someone that he would go to the Tang Sect for the classmate in Class Ninth. At the beginning of the game, there was a meal in the sky. It is not very possible to get him, but relatively, the DPS on the opposite side is also difficult to catch.

He opened the burst target and selected one and a half blood DPS of the opponent, first made up a healing reduction and then started to read the article, and he really cheated the last instant blood increase skill of the opposite nurse, that is, he threw an instant skill at Wang Yulei in the 0.1 second time On the body, and then shouted to turn the nurse, the teammate immediately matched his output and took a control. The nurse was flatly injured. Although she quickly handed over the release, she was still ordered to be killed by Jiang Yan.

Class Nine won this round, Wang Yulei lost two consecutive BO3 games, and the game ended.

Jiang Yan never expected that Wang Yulei would know that he was the one who went to Tangmen yesterday, and sat on his seat holding a letter of war, dumbfounding.

Xi Zhikong took out the book and put it on the table while teasing: "I didn't expect us Xueba to be so versatile and play games so well? It's so good that people can't stand it and come to the next book."

He Xing, who came over smelling the smell of gunpowder, looked excited, pushed Sun Chenxuan away and sat on his seat, looked at Jiang Yan helplessly, and said, "Why didn't you call me last night! Anyway, I'm also a graduate contestant. How about it? beat?"

"What do you want me to do? Your younger brother has a job. He can't do any harm if he beats him up." Sun Chenxuan was drinking with a bottle of milk in his hand, pushed Jiang Zhehui and said, "You think so? Nanny?"

Jiang Zhehui looked back at him and said seriously, "Please call me for treatment."

Jiang Yan was turning the pen in his hand, and the war book always felt a little hot in his hand.

"Why have I been so jealous recently? I've been playing games for a while and asking swords for a while." He sighed and put the gauntlet on the table, his eyes drifted from Jiang Zhehui, He Xing and Sun Chenxuan in turn, and finally fell on Xi Zhikong body, "Have you ever seen brother play this game?"

Xi Zhikong looked up: "No."

"That brother let you meet, he is very handsome."

Jiang Yan touched the tip of his nose, Xi Zhikong put down the pen in his hand and propped his chin to stare at him for a while, then curled up his mouth and smiled: "Okay."

Because it was a game contest, no one dared to make too much noise. The competition was scheduled for two days during the college entrance examination holiday, and the venue was set at an Internet cafe near a shopping mall.At four o'clock in the afternoon on the [-]th, Jiang Yan and Xi Zhikong met He Xing, Sun Chenxuan and Jiang Zhehui at the bus stop.

The weather was too hot, so Xi Zhikong brought a small fan with him.He stared at the whirling fan blades, and suddenly remembered Jiang Yan wearing a vest and repairing the fan at his home last year, sweating, concentrating on the tools in his hand, looking serious and sexy.

"Let's go Kongkong." Jiang Yan turned around and called him, and it was only after he came to his senses that he had been standing for a while, so he chased the fan towards Jiang Yan in two or three steps.

The college entrance examination is on holiday for two days, and the Internet cafes apparently prohibit minors from entering and leaving the Internet cafes, but in fact there are still many high school students playing games.None of the five people in the group were of age, so they had to find a few temporary cards at the bar.

The waiter patted the card on the counter and said indifferently, "Inside the bakery."

The Internet fee in the private room is more expensive, but the environment is better, there is no smell of smoke, and there is an independent air conditioner.The most important thing is that it is relatively safe.

Xi Zhikong found the innermost seat and sat down, stretched his waist, "How long?" he asked.

Jiang Yan turned on the keyboard and tried the earphones, and replied: "It depends on the situation, if it is fast, it will be less than an hour."

"I remember I played this game when I was in the second year of junior high school, and you dragged me to play it. I don't like martial arts games. I can't do anything to please you. Tsk, it's so pitiful." Xi Zhikong opened the bag Potato chips, threw two packs to the opposite side.

Jiang Yan opened his mouth and let out an "ah", Xi Zhikong threw a piece into his mouth in disgust, and said, "I feel so romantic."

"Then tell me what you like to do, brother will accompany you." Jiang Yan opened the game menu and searched for the sword. They borrowed it from the ninth class temporarily. The equipment is not bad, so it's no problem to play casually.

Xi Zhikong tilted his head to look at him, waited for him to log in to the game, glanced left and right, then leaned into his ear, and whispered: "I'm afraid you won't be able to do what I like."

Listening to his words, Jiang Yan always felt that there was an unspeakable meaning in it. After forming a team with He Xing and Jiang Zhehui, he said slowly: "Then I think you like yourself very much."

Xi Zhikong blinked at him and said nothing.

Before Wang Yulei went online, Jiang Yan and the others formed a platoon and played a few games to try their hand.They are going to play the classic configuration that is relatively proficient in the opposite profession, all of which are sewers of external skills, it is like a meeting of younger brothers.

Jiang Yan used the Tang Sect first hand, and occasionally played Cang Yun with the second hand. He went to the Tang Sect first, and cooperated with He Xing's strategy, one for melee grabbing, and the other for fixed-point explosion output, which can be said to be handy.

After a few more fights, He Xing changed to a hidden sword on a whim, and Jiang Yan hung in the sky and asked him: "I made up for the treatment reduction, can you take a disarm?"

"Two seconds - paid! I'll pick up a windmill."

Before Jiang Yan could say "no" after falling to the ground, he stood in his windmill and took a shower, and then his skills were blacked out.

Jiang Zhehui: "...I'm stupid."

Jiang Yan slapped him on the back of the head, and said angrily: "Didn't you see that the other side opened the shield? Turning your teammate to death is pretty easy? You still know the fuck, why are you so dark when you are riding a horse?!" He took off the shield. The earphones leaned on the seat and sighed: "And this season is too difficult to play, you can't catch people, what's going on."

"Didn't I see that their nanny can't lift it up? I want to take advantage of the heat—" He Xing looked at the list and found that Wang Yulei was online, "Oh, it's online. If you can't be caught dead, let's hit the damage! I think it's good Yes!"

"Burst capture hit kill configuration hit damage, you are really the 'light' of the sect." Jiang Zhehui threw out such a sentence in silence, then changed a tendon, and changed a set of cheats with a large amount of milk.

He Xing touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said, "Oh, it's been a long time since I've been beaten, and my hands are raw."

"What about when your hands are dead?" Xi Zhikong asked casually while eating a biscuit, Jiang Yan put down the mouse and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

Xi Zhikong immediately glared at him, and suddenly heard him say: "When the hands are dead, the other side will be miserable."