King's return

Today's weather is fine, the warm breeze brings a little taste of early summer.

Shen Luotian stepped down her legs steadily, looked up at the blue sky, thought of something, turned her head and asked: "It's too noisy inside, I don't want to go in, it's rare that the weather is so good, it's good to have some sun once in a while."

Old Xu said in embarrassment: "The chairman means to wait for the young master here? But, it's not good."

Shen Luotian cast a disgusted look at the tall and majestic convention and exhibition center on the other side of the square, and said slowly: "You don't need to watch this kind of unrefined competition, just sit outside with me."

"Yes, Chairman." Old Xu bowed.

The venue was in full swing again.

In order to attract attention, the organizer first held the third-place competition. Wen You and PLAX are old rivals, and they know each other's skills well. This kill is inseparable. The game lasted for nearly an hour before it was worth it. When it came to winning or losing, Old Hen Wen got a lucky win and successfully kicked PLAX out of the top three.

Next, finally came the all-important title fight.

The supporter MM shouted excitedly on the stage: "Welcome our guru and dark horse rookie! Dear audience, is the guru able to win the championship again, or the newcomers overwhelm the old? Let us wait and see!"

In the circular auditorium, female fans kept shrieking to express their love for the leader. Under such stimulation, the majority of male game fans began to support the newcomers uncomfortably.

Under the fierce quarrel between the two camps, Rong Jian and newcomer YOYO appeared on both sides of the venue.

I don’t know if I don’t see it, I was really shocked when I saw it, this YOYO Rong Jian actually recognized it—if he didn’t have dementia, this YOYO was clearly the Japanese girl who challenged him at the internal game party held by Weta Takahashi Kazuha!

This woman's level is a few catties and a few taels, and Rong Jian can imagine with her toes that she will appear here, there are only two situations-either this person is her twin sister, or she has unspoken rules with the upper echelons of the organizer .

Rong Jian walked slowly towards the dedicated competition room, squinting slightly at YOYO. The other party had a great demeanor, with two long legs under a miniskirt walking on catwalks, but there was such a hint of provocation and revenge hidden in his eyes.

The moment she passed by the door, Rong Jian heard the other party whisper in substandard Chinese: "You are dead."

"Aren't you afraid that I will expose you?"

"If you dare to say it, I will sue you for rape! Do you dare to try?"

Now, Rong Jian was sure that he had encountered the second situation.

For an event like NGC, which is rich in oil and water and attracts a lot of attention, unspoken rules are naturally indispensable, but this year is too outrageous, and a Japanese got mixed in.

Although it was impossible for Rong Jian to know that He Ye had replaced a player from a small domestic club and participated in NGC as someone else, he had never spoken a word all this time, just by looking at his appearance, it was impossible to tell that he was a foreigner.

The reason why He Ye took this risk is also very simple. In order to enter the core of Weta, she must get the top three results. For this reason, her old Japanese club with ulterior motives paid a lot of money, plus her beautiful face Not to mention some otaku contestants who straighten up when they see a woman, even a certain high-level executive of the organizer was made docile by her methods.

Her own strength can also be considered a shot, if you want to play a fake match, outsiders can't see it.

What's more, NGC players have fewer girls and fewer beauties. The emergence of such a dark horse will only attract more attention. Why not sponsors?

He Ye originally didn't want to take the championship seriously, and the possibility of being exposed by everyone's attention is even higher. As for Weta's people, they don't care about her nationality at all, as long as there is a result.

But the moment she found out that her opponent was Rong Jian, she changed her mind. This man is really hateful!

If you don't teach him a lesson, how can you be worthy of your hard work?

In the competition room, both of them were already seated.

The rebroadcast recording can only clearly see the picture, and the sound, if it is not like the last time Rong Jian spoke close to the rebroadcaster, it is generally inaudible.

So, He Ye began to speak boldly in her poor Chinese:

"Rong Jian, I will soon make you regret the price you paid for humiliating me that day!"

Rong Jian didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and said lazily, "Shut up if you don't speak Chinese, for fear that others won't hear your grammatical mistakes?"

He Ye Leng snorted, looked around the room, and finally moved the chair to the direction near the vent.

ID login, two people enter the game at the same time.

Although he didn't know what kind of bomb this woman was going to play, Rong Jian acted like a soldier came to cover the water and earth, tapped his fingers on the keyboard and mouse, commanding the soldiers on the screen, calm and composed.

The wall clock on the wall passed nearly ten minutes, and the initial mutual temptation was over, He Ye glanced at Rong Jian calmly, and the latter ignored her.

There is a leisurely wind blowing in from the vent.

Rong Jian didn't pay attention at all at first, but gradually, at an unknown time, a faint fragrance could be smelled in the air.

Probably this woman's perfume.

Rong Jian's nose was not very sensitive, so he frowned and continued to concentrate on playing games.

But the more he wanted to ignore the smell, the more intense the aroma was, which made him want to doze off, and the focus was almost out of focus on the screen.

Without concentrating, Rong Jian made several low-level mistakes one after another, causing doubts and dissatisfaction in the audience.

Immediately afterwards, while everyone was stunned, Rong Jian actually fell headlong into the monitor.

The host MM exclaimed on the stage: "What happened to the leader? Could it be that he didn't sleep well last night? Or did he have a physical problem? Is he going to fall in this crucial battle?!"

Lin Yanxiu in the VIP room suddenly stood up, what the hell is going on with that guy? !

Unexpectedly, not only did Rong Jian not fall down, but he sat up again with the strength he didn't know where. At this moment, his dizzy head no longer had anything other than the game in front of him.

He could only see the screen with his closed eyes, and he could only touch the mouse and keyboard with his hands. Other than that, he couldn't see anyone or hear any sound.

——This is his game world, his own world.

He Ye's eyes widened in shock, and she looked even more frightened under the thick eyeshadow. She stared blankly at the confused and sharp eyes on the opposite face, her face full of disbelief.

The scented powder she rubbed on her hands contained a certain amount of hypnotic gas. If she didn't wear a special micro-breather in her nose, even a cow would feel drowsy after smelling the smell for a long time.

What kind of alien is Rong Jian? !

——Or, he can still play games while half asleep? !

He Ye felt that he couldn't make a turn in his head. Under the panic, he couldn't calm down to confront him at all. He even forgot to take out the deodorant hidden in his sleeve, which was specially used to absorb this kind of gas.

The surrounding sounds and background seemed to turn into monotonous black and white, gradually moving away from Rong Jian's perception.

He felt that his head and eyelids were getting heavier, but his consciousness was becoming more and more lucid strangely. This kind of consciousness was almost out of the body, which almost made people feel that the soul was out of the body.

Hold on for a while, hold on for a while

Once upon a time, he seemed to have experienced a similar situation. He couldn't hear anything except his own breathing, and his vision became blurred, but his pupils were still firmly fixed on something. He was afraid that once he closed his eyes, he would never again It's like I can't see it.

The final blow with all its strength blasted out gorgeous flames on the opponent's base, so real that it seemed to rush out of the screen and burn your eyebrows. The roar in the earphones was so loud, but Rong Jian was completely I can't hear you.

——Amidst the exclamation of the audience, he fell down on the keyboard completely, and the LCD screen was completely black, with the eye-catching white characters "GAME OVER YOU WIN!"

The darkness of nothingness invaded his consciousness, and Rong Jian felt drowsily that he seemed to have returned to the state where he was lying in the hospital at the beginning, when he had no perception. He was the only one left in the world, and he wanted to be there anytime, anywhere. Disappeared in general.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, no matter how much he struggled, he returned to the original point.

So what if YOUWIN wins?

If you win, who can you show it to?

"Rong Jian! Rong Jian, wake up!"

The buzzing in my ears receded slowly, becoming noisy and chaotic, and among them was a familiar voice, anxiously calling his name.

who is calling me

Rong Jian struggled to open his eyes, but the focus was still out of focus, and he could only vaguely see a face with sharp edges and corners, frowning tightly, and opening and closing his mouth quickly.

"Rong Jian, are you awake? What's wrong with you? Answer me!"

Rong Jian felt his neckline being pulled violently by this man, almost torn. The man's face was dangling in front of his eyes, making him dizzy. Rong Jian frowned slightly, and slowly stretched out his hand to hold it. The opponent's head.

The man froze immediately, staring at him without blinking.

Finally stopped shaking, Rong Jian opened his eyes wide with satisfaction, and stared straight for a long time. His vision was still a little blurry, but it was much better than the 800-degree myopia plus color blindness just now. This is not a competition room, but an OP VIP room, while he was lying on the sofa.

He tentatively asked, "Lin Yanxiu?"

Hearing that he called out his name accurately, Lin Yanxiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that something was wrong with his head again, and if he did it again, he might be so frightened that he would have a heart attack.

"Do you know that you just—" Lin Yanxiu stopped suddenly before pouring out the words that were full of preparations.

He saw Rong Jian holding his hand, pointing to the big champion on the rear projection TV screen, his eyes were shining brightly, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch again: "Lin Yanxiu, I won!"

With his face paralyzed all the year round, Rong Jian hardly knew how to make an excited expression, so he could only point to his nose stupidly, with a strange and stiff smile, and said slowly, "Did you see that?"

That expression was almost like a child who won an award went home to ask for credit from his parents, and then tried his best to look like he didn't care.

—What a fucking fool!

Lin Yanxiu couldn't help laughing, so he nodded, "I see."

Rong Jian seemed to be extremely satisfied, and the corners of Rong Jian's mouth turned up a little bit.

Only then did Lin Yanxiu realize that this guy was so easy to please.

He held the other's hand tightly, a little funny, but also inexplicably sad.

Highlights from the competition are being shown on TV, and the host is giving an impassioned explanation.

The one who appeared the most times was of course Uncle Rong. Double championships are very rare in the short history of competitive games. The game fans in the auditorium shouted the name of the leader and god, and from time to time they could see waving bunting.

Rong Jian stood up from the sofa, looked down at Lin Yanxiu from a high position, slowly stretched out a hand towards him, rubbed the top of the man's head, and said with a smile: "My family still lacks a mother for milk, I can barely give it to you. You have a chance."