Mecha little prince

Zhen Pingan put down the gaming helmet and came out, met the little prince's indescribable face, and hurriedly shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed: "Hey, I've been under Long Jun's hands for so long, it's enough for me to go out and brag."

Do you want to blow your ass after being spanked for a long time?

The little prince panicked.It seems that his journey of studying in another world has a long way to go.

Chen Jinghui pulled the little prince over and pointed at the back of Shan Menglong's head: "Come on, it's your turn. Give me face and blow his head off!"

Shan Menglong just took off his helmet to drink water, and he glanced at him chillingly.

Chen Jinghui added cowardly: "But! There are no dogs in the game, and there is no such thing as hitting a dog's head. So, safety first."

The little prince started thinking about quitting.He wants to make money, but not to the point of selling his ass.He glanced suggestively at the screen and said veiledly, "I don't like publicity."

Chen Jinghui nodded in understanding, the kid is thin-skinned.He unplugged the connection between the game and the screen and motioned him to go at ease.

The other party was so tolerant, and the little prince couldn't go back on his word. A very famous sentence flashed in his mind: Come here...

When he entered the game, Chen Jinghui immediately led people to follow up the game.As long as there is no password set in the room, it is defaulted as an open room that allows spectators.After entering, the audience can sit in any auditorium around the arena.

So, in what the little prince thought was a private two-person bureau, there were several system portraits with sluggish faces, one of whom was wearing an ID of "unwipeable ashes", and waved to him with a straight face.

The little prince silently looked at his opponent, and secretly made up his mind.

Compared with the desertedness of the last match, the atmosphere in the auditorium of this match was visibly warmer.

The "expressionless" Zhen Pingan kept shouting: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt!"

Chen Jinghui with an "indifferent face" kept shouting: "Don't be cowardly, just do it!"

The coach said: "So excited? How about you go down and take one?"

The two immediately calmed down.

The coach glanced at the little prince's ID: "Dayue Fuwang? What do you mean?"

Zhen Pingan said, "Impeccable is from Nanyue District."

Chen Jinghui said in surprise: "Hey, he's not a local? Does that count as foreign aid?"

Because the other party was a student, he never thought about the possibility of people from outside the district.

Although there is no limit on the number of foreign aid in the league, both the challenge and qualifications stipulate that the number of foreign aid in each game cannot exceed one-third of the number of participants.That is to say, in the ten-player competition, there are at most three foreign aids, in the four-player competition, there is only one place, and in the individual competition, there is no place at all... and their guild already has two foreign aids.

The coach retorted calmly: "No, it's an outsider now."

"It won't be soon! I believe in him! This game will definitely be very exciting! It will be very close! Especially..." Before he finished speaking, the expected close game was over.

Stealth, shooting... In less than 1 minute of the game, the little prince brought down the opponent cleanly and swiftly.

The moment Shan Menglong lay flat, it was like falling into a dream.

He clearly arranged the script - first give the opponent 1 minute to show off, and then win the match with a show of prowess, covering everyone's memories of the last battle with a chic and heroic posture, proving that he is still the inviolable fierce dragon!

However, reality finally gave him a cruel blow.

What he didn't know was that the little prince also had a script in his heart - regardless of 21 or [-], he would be beaten violently when he went up, and he must not give the opponent any chance to attack, so as not to enter into a shameful butt fight.

The system announced the victory of "Dayue Fuwang".

With an "indifferent face", Zhen Pingan clapped vigorously: "My king is mighty!"

Chen Jinghui also wanted to applaud, but the moment he raised his hand, he remembered that it was his teammate lying there, so he stretched leisurely.

Shan Menglong who happened to bump into this scene: "..." What do you mean?He was blown away by the hammer, and he still thinks the plot is too boring? !

Anger cheers people up, he jumped up like a carp, and challenged the little prince again.

The little prince was not very willing.Da Viet insists on winning or losing a battle. If you lose, you lose. Even if you want to win back, you have to go back and practice for a few years. How can you be stalking?

He chose to decline.

Shan Menglong, who was gearing up to fight, was stunned: "You, don't you want to compare?" Shouldn't the newcomer interview be rushing to find an opportunity to perform?

Although the little prince looked down on him a bit, he still gave a decent reason: "I'm hungry."

This is a fact.After school, they came here directly after asking for leave, and they haven't eaten yet.

Shan Menglong was silent for a while, and asked helplessly: "Then what do you want to eat?"

The little prince blurted out: "Popcorn." Ever since the coach mentioned the combo of it and Coca-Cola, he has been obsessed with this unheard-of food and always thinks it is delicious.

Shan Menglong: "..." I'm still a child.The desire to make a comeback in my heart suddenly weakened.

In the end, the coach paid for them and took them to a nearby restaurant for dinner.Chen Jinghui laughed from ear to ear all the way.The coach who can get the picky picky pays the money, and the joining of the little prince is already guaranteed.

During the meal, he deliberately sat on the left side of the little prince, making indirect remarks on some topics that the coach was interested in: "When did you start playing games?"

The little prince had ribs in his mouth and was chewing them sweetly. Hearing his question, he had no choice but to put the ribs back on the plate, wiped his mouth, rinsed his mouth, cleared his throat, and then answered leisurely under the gaze of the other party: "The time you and I first met."

"So it was the first time we met, no wonder... huh? When we first met? You mean the online game store?"

The little prince had just picked up the ribs, but when he heard the words, he put them down reluctantly, and nodded to him.

Chen Jinghui's eyes widened in disbelief: "Have you never played before?"

The little prince looked at the ribs eagerly, and continued to nod absently.

"...You must have played other games before, right?"

"Naturally." The little prince replied casually, "Touhu, Shuanglu, and Cuju are often played."

Chen Jinghui looked at the others with an "ignorant" face.

Those who looked at each other lowered their ignorant heads, only the coach held his head high and his face was full of "come and ask me".

Chen Jinghui asked kindly: "Is it a normal game?" He is also an insider in the game circle, why haven't he heard of these games?

The coach smiled arrogantly: "What's wrong with this? It's the ancient version of darts, flying chess and football."

Everyone: "..."

This is very abnormal!

While Chen Jinghui was in a daze, the little prince finally ate the ribs quickly and gracefully, pressed the corners of his mouth delicately with a napkin, and said, "I also know a little about martial arts."

Chen Jinghui asked subconsciously: "Wu of dance or Wu of martial arts?"

Does this mean he is regarded as an actor?

The little prince was a little unhappy.He picked up the chopsticks, weighed them in his hand, and then with a sound of "dumb", he inserted the chopsticks into the table with his backhand.

The remaining half of the chopsticks stood straight upright.

As if, a flag.

And like, a middle finger.

……

Is this a martial art?magic?Or acrobatics?

When everyone else was stunned, only the coach was steady and calm.He called the owner of the restaurant and asked in a natural tone how to pay for this table.

Coming out of the restaurant, the little prince was about to go home, Chen Jinghui poked the coach, telling him to settle the matter quickly.

The coach had a good impression of the little prince, but in order to lower the price, he deliberately didn't express his opinion, and asked slowly: "What grade are you in? Can you take care of the guild's training in your spare time?"

The little prince was still hesitating whether to stay or not, and said casually: "I've been repeated, it's a little difficult."

coach:"……"

what happened?

He looked at Chen Jinghui.

Chen Jinghui immediately patted his chest: "It's not difficult! I'll teach you anything you don't understand, it's free!"

The little prince doesn't know how to refuse. After all, he has been living in obedience for the past 16 years. Those who don't wink and don't know the taste have long been eliminated in the court battle. They can't see him at all. The kindness is hard to get rid of right now, but it is silent for a while. Zhen Pingan, who had been eating the whole meal, suddenly said, "Let's go back and discuss it."

The little prince nodded immediately.

The coach thinks that this child looks very obedient, but when getting along with him, he looks like "limbs are not working hard, and the five grains are not distinguished", and he has retained a grade. Is this a typical case of developed limbs and simple mind?

He was a little hesitant. After all, when playing games, brains are more important than physical strength.

"Then think about it carefully, and come here for an internship after you think it through." He left a way out for himself.

What is an internship?

The little prince looked at Zhen Pingan suspiciously.

Zhen Ping'an was used to instilling common sense into him from time to time, so he opened his mouth and answered, "It's just learning while practicing. If it's not suitable, then...how about the salary during the internship?"

As soon as he heard the salary, the little prince's ears pricked up, and he brazenly asked: "Yesterday Hui...brother sent me a message, is it true?"

Who is Gray Brother?

Chen Jinghui looked around in a big circle suspiciously, and then fell back to the tip of his nose: "Ah, could it be me?"

Seeing that he refused to admit it, the little prince showed him the guild recruitment advertisement he received yesterday.

Just as Chen Jinghui was about to nod his head to admit it, he was kicked by the coach. The coach said, "It's not true, we'll talk about it after you pass the internship period. As long as you can meet the standard, the salary deducted during the internship period will be made up for you later!"

After all, the two children were young, so they easily fell into the language trap of the coach, and went back contentedly.