let loose

[System prompt: Player-Peng, blood loss 30.00%... Player-Fire, blood loss 30.00%]

"Pingping, go around behind it and attack it with purple cannons. Zheng Qiran and I cover it, and Yaoyao takes the opportunity to grab its equipment."

The convoy was forced onto the death track by the sudden appearance of snow whales, Song Mianchu remained calm, calmly directed the next action, and quickly manipulated the keyboard with his fingers.

boom--!

Boom--!

The purple cannon was so powerful that the computer screen was as bright as day in an instant.

[System prompt: Congratulations to the Calabash King Kong team. It took 58 minutes and 36 seconds to win this round of No.3. Please click Yes to receive the reward. 】

"Tsk, what a pity."

The gap with the second one is only one tenth of a second, but the rewards they get are very different.Song Mian frowned in annoyance, and the swivel chair tilted to the left due to inertia.On the screen, several motorcycles of different colors crossed the line side by side. After the timing stopped, the screen turned pink, and a thumbs up gesture and the word 'Three' appeared.

Zheng Qiran snarled cursingly in the earphones: "Fuck, it's the third one again, I'm blind, picking up a little cavalry is a fart, and even a beast that comes here can't kill it!"

"Stay up two nights in a row, you should be blind." Song Mian pinched the center of her eyebrows, she hadn't moved in front of the computer for more than three hours, her eyes were sore and swollen, and her neck was a little stiff.

Lin Pingping chuckled: "Isn't this a good time to play all the games you haven't played before school starts? There are only two days left before school starts, and then you will be able to read and write test papers every day, math and English will explode in turn, but there will be no time Playing."

The lights in the room were not turned on, and only the dim light of the computer was on in the whole room.Song Mian received the system reward, put the little cavalry into the storage box, exited the track interface, and yawned: "I'm not coming, it's no fun to keep running third." He took off the earphones.

I went to the window and opened the curtains, opened the window, and there was a gust of hot wind blowing in front of me.On a midsummer night, the moon was bright and the wind was clear, and there were a few cicadas chirping from among the trees. Song Mian stared at the half-cut streetlight outside the wall in a daze for a while, barely overcoming the sleepiness.

The phone buzzed and vibrated twice, Song Mian leaned against the window frame and clicked on the WeChat full of red dots, and the messages were sent quickly.

His wechat has a lot of content, various subscription accounts, resource accounts, elementary school groups, junior high school groups, senior one class groups, as well as strange capital rich and young groups, hot-blooded battle groups of star-chasing girls, and game groups.

The top is a message from my mother in the morning.A picture of the scenery of an ancient town. The houses are made of wood, with lanterns hanging on the beams. The style is very retro.

My mother went to an ancient town in the south to film a movie these two days, and my father went to visit the set, and he was the only one left at home.But he's used to it.His mother is a fairly popular actress, who experiences the life of the character outside all the year round, and his father is a mediocre animation screenwriter, who spends all the year with his mother to experience the life of the character outside, in the name of looking for inspiration.

It's past two o'clock in the morning, and the game group is still getting news.

He only has one game group, and they are all people he knows in real life.There are friends, friends of friends, everyone in the same city, similar age, and both play Speed, so we formed a team together.

There are six people in the group. At the beginning of the group, everyone got together to name the team. After arguing for several days, everyone said their own good, and finally the youngest brother Tang Yao decided to name it 'Hulu Xiaojingang', which has been used ever since.

The avatars of the members in the group are a string of gourd brothers, and they are replaced in order of age. It is agreed that the avatars can only be changed if they are out of the order.

Song Mian is the fifth child.

The Gourd King Kong group posted a group announcement, Song Mian clicked in to see, and said that a new member had been welcomed into the group.

[Liuwa/Yaoyao: Let us warmly welcome the new member—our Qiwa! ]

[Erwa/Xia Houxi: Welcome, welcome, warm welcome! ]

[Sanwa/Pingping: Clap with left hand, clap with right hand, applause rang out in unison.The mountain has no edges, the heaven and the earth are united, and the seven babies and seven babies come in quickly.The third brother and the third brother are looking forward to you, waiting until the pear blossoms bring rain again. ]

[Siwa/Xiaochu: Baby, the revolution needs you!Our great team needs you!For the peace of the world, for the rise of the team, stand up and fight side by side with us! ]

The words are sonorous and forceful, and even slightly rhymed. Those who don't know it may think it is some kind of ancient poems and literati.Song Mian thought he didn't have much literary talent, so he casually sent a welcome welcome and added a smile.jpg emoticon package.

This row upon row of welcome ceremonies, which are fancy and culturally cultivated, can really be said to be very grand.Calabash Little King Kong has been established for almost two years, and the position of Qiwa has been vacant all day long. Facing familiar faces all day long, they are tired of seeing each other. Reinvigorate your team.

After all, in front of newcomers, old people will more or less pretend to be aggressive, in order to show their mighty arrogance as a senior.

[Big baby/Xiao Zheng: Please slow down, don't scare people, it is said that the younger brother Yaoyao is gentler. ]

Younger than Tang Yao?That is a junior high school student?So the style of painting in the group has also become gentle:

[Erwa/Xia Houxi: Hello, brother. ]

[Sanwa/Pingping: Hello, brother. ]

After a row of neat little brother hello brushes, the seventh brother finally said:

[Qiwa: Hello. ]

He was very polite, but the distance was not close. Song Mian guessed that this seventh brother might have a cool personality.

[Brothers: Oh, my little brother is so cute! ]

A group of teenagers who are driven crazy by the boring life are blinded by the novelty, watching the new brother comes with an [-]-degree soft light beauty filter.

[Liuwa/Yaoyao: The seventh brother is my brother, it is definitely a tough friendship, everyone can rest assured! ]

[Brothers laugh: Don't worry, don't worry, super worry. ]

After swiping a few emojis, his eyelids drooped so badly, Song Mian closed his eyes, the hot wind was still blowing slowly, but it couldn't blow away his growing drowsiness.Song Mian closed the window and drew the curtains tightly, and went to the bathroom with her slippers on.

I can't remember how long I haven't closed my eyes, and the eyelids seem to be so heavy that I can't pull them apart.After entering the bathroom and turning on the warm light, the phone buzzed again.Unscrew the faucet, open the phone on the edge of the sink where the water can't get wet, catch some water on the palm of your hand and splash it on your face, and see Zheng Qiran in the group.

[Elder baby/Xiao Zheng: Wu baby, tomorrow night at East Road, People's Square?How many people have you found? Should I call my classmates from junior high school? ]

[Sanwa/Pingping: Aren't you two in the same class in junior high school?Isn't your classmate also his classmate? ]

[Siwa/Xiao Chu: Your aloof Brother Song hasn't even participated in the junior high school reunion, how can you expect others to help him fight in groups at the risk of getting involved? ]

Song Mian wiped his face clean, and then remembered that he had an appointment with someone tomorrow night, at the People's Square.To be precise, the other party provoked him unilaterally, accusing Song Mian of being unkind and stealing his girlfriend.

Song Mian was confused, he didn't know that girl at all.He had never held hands, never chatted, he didn't even know what the girl looked like, and he didn't know where the cheap fake news spread that made him not single.

But Song Mian accepted the challenge without hesitation.One is saving face.The other party was writing the gauntlet at the gate of No. [-] Middle School. He is the titular gangster boss of No. [-] Middle School, so naturally he couldn't be cowardly.The second is for revenge.

At the end of the last semester, No. [-] Middle School and its neighbor Sheng Guanggao co-organized a basketball game, which ended in No. [-] Middle School's disastrous defeat.After the end, the man with the cannonball hairstyle who claimed to have been robbed of his girlfriend made a face at Song Mian as if his face was cramp, and stomped on Song Mian when he dunked the ball.

Song Mian was born with thin skin and tender flesh, and this foot hurt him for many days.

[Siwa/Xiao Chu: Don't worry, brother Song and that idiot Sheng Guang still fight a lot?The enthusiastic onlookers are too lazy to join in the fun. ]

Song Mian: "..."

[Sanwa/Pingping: In any case, Lin Tingxi can afford a lot in the campus area, don't let us go and suffer from being dumb. ]

Suffering is not going to happen, Lin Tingxi can't beat him, Song Mian knows it well.

[Wuwa/Song Mian: Those of you who can come tomorrow, come and help me out. By the way, do you have time for the seventh brother, come and help my brother fight? ]

The seventh younger brother hadn't spoken to them since he joined the group, maybe because he just came in and didn't know them well, so he was a little shy. Song Mian felt that as an old man, he had to talk to him.

The group was quiet for a long time, and the seventh brother didn't reply. Song Mian curled her lips, put down her phone, and stroked her hair in front of the mirror.He dyed his hair some time ago, and it is the smog blue that has become popular recently.

Song Mian's face is small, smaller than some of the girls in the class, and her complexion is very fair.The young man's face has smooth lines, with edges and corners, a handsome nose bridge, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and the black tear mole under the corner of his right eye is extremely conspicuous, adding a bit of tenderness to the originally cold appearance.

After washing properly, he walked out of the bathroom slowly, and lay down on the bed slowly with heavy steps, feeling that his old waist was almost not his own.

Staying up all night is killing people.

The phone vibrated at this moment, and he clicked on it to see that it was the seventh brother.

[Qiwa: I have to study, I don't have time. ]

"Fuck..." God damn wants to learn.Gou Songmian, a second-year high school student who almost forgot what studying is, couldn't help muttering a dirty word. This seventh younger brother may be the future flower seed of the motherland.

Song Mian, who realized that he was still a student, suddenly remembered that he hadn't written his summer homework yet.Over the past month or so, he had been busy with all sorts of things, and he was so busy exploding his equipment that he forgot his homework long ago.

Forget it, write it tomorrow and go to bed first.

……

Song Mian didn't move a single question in her summer homework.In the second year of senior high school, students should be divided into subjects. Other subjects are easy to speak, but they must be written in addition to language and mathematics.As a traditional scumbag, Song Mian just took out the book and put it on the table, and his head automatically became dizzy and his eyelids started to fight.

Looking at the date, school started the day after tomorrow, so I had to frown and try my best.

Twirling the tip of the pen with his fingers and playing for a while, he drew a few small flowers and a few smiling faces on the catalog page... Ah, I haven't written the name yet, write the name first... He didn't even turn to the text page of the book He closed the book again.

He clutched his head in pain.I can't keep writing, and I'm afraid it's too late to go online to find a ghostwriter.

"Fuck..." Song Mian put the math aside and took out English. The multiple-choice questions are fine, and you can choose whoever is pleasing to your eye. I really don't know how to fill in the blanks, so I will leave the blanks first.

In the end, he threatened Xiao Tang, the driver who came to deliver meals to him every day, to help him write, and also ordered the other party to imitate his handwriting to write questions.Poor little Tang barely finished his junior high school education, and he has been away from school for ten years, and he didn't even know where to copy the answers.

Song Mian seldom takes the subway, he is a little road-crazy, and it is after five o'clock in the afternoon, which is the rush hour for get off work, and the subway station is crowded with people.Raising his hand to press the baseball cap tightly, he dug the edge of the mask with his fingertips to hide his nervousness.He scanned the QR code and entered the station after checking the route over and over again on the map of his mobile phone.

Standing outside the yellow line, Song Mian lowered her head to play with her mobile phone, quietly waiting for the train to arrive at the station.The young man was tall and slender, his exposed skin was delicate and white, his conspicuous blue hair couldn't be covered even with a hat on, and several girls who were also waiting for the bus looked at him blushing from time to time.

When the train arrived at the station, Song Mian was forced to get on by the people queuing up behind him. The seats on the train were already taken up, so he pulled on a hanging ring casually, frowning.

In summer, people are crowded, but fortunately, there is no strange smell in the car, so we can barely stay there.Otherwise, he immediately got out of the car and took a taxi directly.

There were two boys standing next to Song Mian, chatting happily as if no one else was there: "I really don't understand Brother Ting, why did you get into a fight with those idiots in the No. My girlfriends are all doves, I'm so aggrieved!"

Another person asked: "What's the name of that guy from No. [-] Middle School? Oh, Song Mian, hahaha, I fought against him last time, his fists were as soft as cotton, and his looks were average. I don't know how to become a school bully." Ha ha ha ha."

"There is no one among them, and their academic performance can barely be seen. What else is there besides this?" He pointed to his eyes with his idle finger, "Women wear at least eight layers of glasses, and men's pussies are crowded together. , tsk tsk..."

Song Mian raised her eyebrows, sneered in her heart, and glanced at the two short winter melons beside her who were talking wildly.

A black vest with a cropped cut, and a white T-shirt with oblique bangs.They all look like melons, and they can't tell whether they are mothers or not.

I don't know if they felt the murderous aura coming from beside them, the two who were chattering just now suddenly fell silent, and turned their heads towards Song Mian at the same time.

Well, what should I say about this embarrassing incident.In the morning, I finally edited the article and sent it [I forgot to hide it before and clicked on apply to delete the post (my fault) I was so confused] As a result, the article disappeared at night...

Had to send it again.

By the way, it was also posted in Jinjiang Literature City, if someone is willing, I hope you can bookmark and support it (?????)

"Fang Yang" by Yu Qiaoer.Yes, you read that right, Yuqiao's account, I used my mother's ID card.

I'm really old, confused, and my memory is poor.

If you see Yuqiao, don't worry about it.woo woo woo.