King's return

On the leather chair in the study, the man's back was squatting on it, tapping on the LCD screen, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he told the three of them without looking back: "Come, come, sit down quickly, put the three The computer is broken."

Several people looked at each other for a while, and had no choice but to do what the other said.

Going around the computer desk opposite, Gu Feng, who was almost suffocated by curiosity, suddenly saw the face of a giant panda.

Junjie had two huge dark circles under his eyes, and his slightly pale face looked very haggard.

However, he was full of energy. He noticed the eyes of the three of them and grinned embarrassedly: "It's all right, it's just excessive indulgence."

"Cough cough cough—" Kuang Feng choked on a mouthful of saliva immediately, and the beautiful image he yearned for in his mind instantly collapsed.

"Okay, my time is precious. Now you have a big map on your computer, and the gear is installed. When you start the game, set the gear to 3x speed and play that big map. When will you win? After checking the computer, I will give you the next step instructions."

Junjie took a sip of coffee slowly, then smiled and said, "Of course, if you haven't completed the task within 3 hours, the gate is over there, so walk slowly."

Kuang Feng was stunned, and asked in an unbelievable tone: "Playing against the computer?! You look down on us too much, don't you?"

You must know that only beginners who are new to BQ will play against computers that only follow preset routines and rigid attacks.

Junjie snorted through his nose, and said in a long, lazy tone, "Aren't you convinced? Let's talk about it after the fight."

Gu Feng curled his lips and sat down. He wanted to see if this map and the gear change could make the computer a god?

In fact, of course, the computer did not become a god, it became a demon.

This map seems to be deliberately embarrassing them. The computer side has three times more resources than them, and due to the existence of the transmission gear, the game progress speed has increased by three times.

After all, no matter how fast a person's hand speed is, it is impossible to exceed the computing speed of a computer—that is, as the game unfolds, the computer will only become more powerful, more and more ghostly, and resources alone can Bury them alive.

"Damn it! Who the hell made this map? It's too perverted!" Kuangfeng wailed as he clutched his cramp hand.

Wen You smiled wryly, he was in a hurry and didn't even have time to say a word.

Rong Jian was still dying.

The computer's attacks are not as varied as the players'. The only advantage is that they are fast and precise, and this is what most players lack.

Holding a hot cup of coffee, Junjie looked back and forth like a chief inspecting a military parade, and finally stopped behind the wind and smiled coldly: "Hey, this map was made by me, do you have any comments?"

Kuangfeng shrank his neck violently, his mouth seemed to swallow an egg, he hesitated and said: "No, no, it's really an honor ha, ha ha..."

The whole morning passed quickly in the dark and dark fight.

After finally defeating the computer's gust of wind, he almost cried with joy, both Wen You and Rong Jian lay limply on the keyboard, panting heavily, as if they had done some impure violent exercise of.

But the culprit still didn't let them go, and looked at them with a smile, just like looking at a little lamb under the claws of a tyrannosaurus rex.

"Okay, congratulations to everyone who completed the first stage." Junjie clapped his hands, commented on everyone, and continued, "Next, the map can be used to satisfy your desire not to fight against idiot computers .”

Not waiting for the three of them to breathe a sigh of relief, Junjie laughed viciously again: "Next, I will play with you personally."

"Na-ni-?!"

On the other side of the world, across the Pacific Ocean, the night is deep.

This is a mountain house on the outskirts of New York City.

The estranged and scattered buildings imitate the style of European medieval aristocratic castles. During the day, they are covered by lush woods and are very low-key.From the foot of the mountain, only a few corners of the eaves can be seen sporadically. If you look down from the night sky, the splendor of the night is like a pocket country, standing proudly above the world.

Every householder living here is a predator who can shake Wall Street by stomping his feet.

Silent night.

A villa on the mountainside is covered with green creepers on the backside of the mountain, and the dark red wall bricks exude a low-key elegance.

The curtains in the study were drawn all the year round, revealing a faint glimmer of light.

The floor is covered with Italian handmade carpets, huge oil paintings are hung on the walls, and the wine cabinet and desk are all handmade, exuding unimaginable luxury everywhere.

Sitting on a tall leather chair behind the desk was a middle-aged man, obviously of Chinese descent. He didn't have many wrinkles on his face, and his sitting posture was very upright, with his hands crossed on the table, without any superfluous expression, but he was naturally warm He brought out the usual majesty of a high-ranking person, and the old housekeeper behind him made him a pot of tea, which was airlifted to West Lake Longjing.

The rising fog obscured his vision.

The man picked up his teacup and took a sip, but frowned.

"The taste is not right?" The old butler bowed slightly.

"No..." The man shook his head, his fingers crossed the vertical photo frame on the table, his eyes fixed on the old black and white photo, and he sighed, "It's just too straight..."

"At that time in China, we were poor and miserable, and the tea we drank was tea dregs."

The old housekeeper smiled: "Today is different from the past."

"Yeah..." The man stared at the photo, lost his mind for a moment, and seemed to have an old illusion in the dim light and fog.

"In a few months, it will be her memorial day." The man said calmly, "It's been ten years, and it's time for me to go back to China to see her."

"Yes, I will arrange it tomorrow."

The study room became quiet again, and the teacup slowly cooled down.

In the isolated photo, there is a woman with a gentle smile, and the floral skirt blowing in the wind can be seen faintly.

It's just that this photo has obvious signs of tearing, a small piece has been torn off in the lower left corner, and the right side of the woman has even been simply cut off, leaving a large blank space.

In the whole old photo, she was the only one standing there alone, still smiling softly.

With the sunset, the week-long intensive training camp finally came to an end.

The three of them who had finally escaped from His Majesty's clutches were devastated enough, they wolfed down their dinner, and all rolled back to their room for a big night's sleep.

After sleeping all night, Rong Jian's sallow face finally looked better.

Lin Yanxiu gloated at him and smiled at him: "If you want to be a master, you have to pay the price!"

Rong Jian silently downed three cans of Wangzai's milk, and looked at the other party with contempt: "No wonder you haven't made it through all these years of playing games."

"…you shut up."

The flight was booked for that afternoon.

The two packed up and took the car to the airport. Surprisingly, they didn't meet Lu Tinggan this time, and even Wen You and Jone were not there. They said that they had finally come to Yunnan at public expense, and they needed to play for two more days.

It had only been a week since she had been out, and the moment she stepped on the return plane, Rong Jian realized that she was about to return home.

First class was empty.

Sitting near the window, he had been silently looking at the clouds and mist around the porthole. Lin Yanxiu saw that there was no one around, so he moved his lips to touch the other's ear.

"homesick?"

Rong Jian turned her head around, slightly hooked the corners of her mouth: "I don't know if Milk has defecated anywhere at Fang Tong's house?"

Lin Yanxiu chuckled: "What kind of owner really raises what kind of cat."

"Huh?" Rong Jian raised his voice slightly, and looked at him strangely, "You actually have such an unhygienic hobby..."

"Damn! What nonsense are you bastard talking about?!" Lin Yanxiu's mouth was so angry that he wanted to slap the magazine on this guy's face.

Rong Jian, who was about to return home, was in a good mood, and generously decided not to argue with menopausal men.

The flight of several hours was over in no time.

Fang Tong had been waiting in the departure hall early to welcome Boss Lin.

But what he didn't expect was that the moment Rong Jian and Lin Yanxiu stepped into the airport, Fang Tong was instantly overwhelmed by the wave of "Vest Sects".

I don't know where Rong Jian's itinerary was leaked. What's even more speechless is that there are fanatical fans holding up a huge sign with a few large characters written exaggeratedly: The first intimate contact between the leader Sa Ma and His Majesty the Emperor!

The gossip reporters had already prepared for battle, and when they saw the two of them, they began to bombard them wildly: "Mr. Rong Jian, it is said that this trip to Yunnan was personally instructed by the WGC Emperor. Is it true?"

"It is said that the Human Emperor has made a special request to Mr. Rong Jian. May I ask what it is?"

"Mr. Rong Jian, may I ask what special relationship you have with the Emperor?"

"Mr. Rong Jian, did the Emperor come to this training camp specially for you?"

"It is rumored that Mr. Rong and President Lin share a bedroom in the hotel. Is it true? Please answer this question directly!"

Hearing these reporters' sharp and ambiguous questions one by one, Fang Tong almost went half-crazy, and managed to squeeze through the crowd, smiling all over his face to deal with these difficult reporters.

For Lin Yanxiu, who has experienced many battles, such a small scene should not be taken seriously at all.

As the protagonist, Rong Jian always had that indifferent look. Compared with the crowd who came out from nowhere to block the road, Rong Jian was more concerned about the milk cat who hadn't seen him for a long time.

It happened that Fang Tong was next to him, Rong Jian patted Fang Tong's shoulder, but the surroundings were too noisy, so he could only frown and ask loudly, "Where's the milk?"

"Milk?" Fang Tong's reaction was half a beat slow for an instant.

The people around were quiet for a brief moment, and suddenly boiled up:

"The leader likes to drink milk!"

"Oh, I like drinking milk too! I like Sanlu the most!"

"Master! I have milk! Come drink, come drink!"

"..."

Lin Yanxiu, whose face was full of black lines, dragged Rong Jian away, and Fang Tong's mouth twitched, killing a bloody path in front of the two.

The three who finally got into the car let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Meow meow meow~!"

A high-pitched meow, accompanied by furry plum blossom claws, rushed towards Rong Jian.

"Milk!" Rong Jian showed a rare expression of surprise, hugged the kitten in his arms, rubbed its soft fur, and kissed its little head again.

Lin Yanxiu looked away from the person and the cat, and angrily shouted at Fang Tong who was in a daze: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you drive!"