you turned on the love game

After you won fourteen games in a row, you became more and more familiar with this roommate. From talking a few words now and then, you became a relationship where you can chat when you have nothing to do, and the most talked about is the battle games you watch every day.

"This yellow-haired man's attack speed is very fast, but his feet seem to be unable to keep up with the movements in his hands."

"His lower body strength is not enough and he will be countered."

"Indeed..." You nodded in agreement with his statement, your eyes still stayed on the TV screen, "Ah, he is going to lose."

On the screen, the yellow-haired young man who had the upper hand suddenly slumped, and was thrown to the ground violently by his opponent, and was pierced by a weapon through his throat without even rolling to dodge.

The boy showed no expression, and his pupils were dark and deep when he spoke.

"Well, already dead."

The monster in the rabbit mask poked his head out from the platform of the auditorium, and congratulated the victorious contestants enthusiastically. Your eyes stayed on the corpse for a moment, and then suddenly shifted to the boy.

"For so many days, I don't think I've seen anyone who admits defeat. Isn't the rule allowing players to admit defeat directly?"

Whether it's your opponent or the player you saw in the live match, they were clearly doomed to lose the battle, but they didn't admit defeat until the moment they were killed by the opponent.

Button also looked over: "Admit defeat?"

He bent his index finger against his chin, and said thoughtfully, "This idea is quite novel, but it doesn't apply to people on Meteor Street."

"The people who have come to this point basically took the initiative to participate in the competition. And they are ready to die when they step into this place, so usually they will not admit defeat."

When you hear the phrase "take the initiative to participate in the competition", you feel that you have been connoted. Just about to refute him, he was interrupted by "ah":

"Speaking of which, there have been precedents of admitting defeat before." He raised his index finger and thumb, opened his eyes slightly, and looked a little dazed, "But the end is not very good, probably this is one of the reasons."

You're a little curious: "What does 'it didn't end well' mean? "

He tapped his forehead lightly with his fingertips, and made a posture of thinking: "Ah—that is, they are all dead."

The black eyes turned to your position: "A certain surrender two years ago suddenly turned around and threw a throwing knife at the winner when he was about to leave the battlefield. The latter was not vigilant and died instantly."

"Because the rule here is that one of the parties dies or concedes defeat and leaves the field to be considered a victory. Later, it happened that the loser was a few steps away from the field and was attacked and died by the winner."

He tilted his head and said, "Anyway, there have been such precedents before, and since then, few people have brought up such things as admitting defeat."

The victor on the screen has already left the battle field, and the staff are entering to carry away the corpse. You press the remote control to switch to another channel that is fighting, then turn to him and say, "Understood. Do you know what happened years ago?"

"Because there are elders in the family who live on Meteor Street."

Barton looked at you, and said in a flat tone: "Before entering this place, I did a special investigation, so I understand it very well."

After you get acquainted with each other, you can occasionally read his eyes, which seem to contain nothing, but actually imply some subtle emotions, as long as you are a little sensitive, you can guess it immediately.

For example, he is probably laughing at you now.

You turned sideways and looked at him with folded arms: "Yin-yang weirdness?"

What responded to you was a look of pretended doubts: "Huh?"

Before you could continue to talk to him, the horn in the corner of the room suddenly sounded: "No. 90 player No. [-], arena No. [-]."

You got up and were about to leave, but the boy suddenly said, "This is your No. 15 game, right? There is another game No. 16. If No. 16 wins, you will change to another room."

You said casually: "Aren't you too? It's almost sixteen games."

Button nodded and said, "We may change rooms together at that time."

"Understood, is it possible to continue to be a roommate?"

You thought about his quiet character, then turned to him and said, "That's pretty good too—so are you going to cheer me on?"

As if there were question marks popping out of his head, he stared at you in bewilderment, unable to figure out why such a simple opponent needs to cheer up, but he still said slowly: "Oh, then you have to cheer up."

It looked really hard for him.

You burst out laughing, waved your hands and left the room.

Between B-080 and B-081 there is a wide corridor, leading to a locked iron door, at least the first few times you passed here, but today there is an exception.

As soon as you close the door, you find a few rays of light appearing in front of you, which is different from the light in the dark corridor, and the location is exactly the iron door.