The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Brother, let me give you a piece of advice. Anyone who can be with my sister cannot be a normal person.

You must have good physical strength, be able to stay up late, be available on call, and be hard-working. You must not hang up to eat, give away kills, be unable to carry her, or affect her ability to play the game!

She is the king in solo queue, and she will never fall to the master level if she is in duo queue with you.

According to her, men will only affect her APM. "

Duan Xian sighed.

"There once was a young man who chased her for two years. He went from black iron to grand master. In the end, he gave her a head to cover her retreat. As a result, he was directly blocked the next day..."

"Why would you block her even if you sacrificed yourself to protect her?" Meng Lang was puzzled.

"Because that guy is using a late stage..."

"Well……"

Asking what love is in the world, telling people that it is a waste of time...

"I doubt whether she will be able to get married in this life, so I never introduce my sister, just because I know that you guys can easily be fooled by her appearance and go astray, and you will waste your youth in vain!"

Meng Lang was speechless for a while, then patted Duan Xian on the shoulder.

"Brother, you have good intentions!"

Then suddenly the conversation changed.

"But...are you sure it's not because you are worried that we will practice hard to become the king in order to chase your sister, and then get back the place where you abused us in the first place?"

"Then...how is that possible!"

Duan Xian's eyes were a little erratic, and he could only cough dryly under Meng Lang's sharp eyes.

"Ahem! Of course, what you mentioned is also one of the possible side effects. After all, I can't beat nine out of ten people who have chased my sister.

But this is by no means the main reason! "

Emm…

What a good brother!

Who says college students are naive? The heart of playing games is black!

Meng Lang touched his chin, with a thoughtful look on his face, and then suddenly suggested.

"Speaking of which, we haven't played for a long time. Everyone is free today. Do you want to play a game?"

"Huh? The two of us?"

"Hey! What's your expression?"

"We used to have three people and one person, but today I'm the only one..."

"Who wants you to take it with you? Let's face each other today!"

Duan Xian's eyes became even weirder.

I begged you before and refused to come, so why are you rushing to deliver food today? Who gave you the courage?

Looking at Meng Lang who was eager to try, "Are you sure?"

"Of course! Come on, come on!"

Duan Xian could only take out his mobile phone with a helpless look, and then... showed an evil smile...

If the game is not cruel, where does happiness come from?

But he didn't notice that when Meng Lang took out his mobile phone opposite him, when he entered the familiar interface, his eyes instantly became a little dazed...

…

Forty minutes later...

"This...this is unscientific!"

Duan Xian looked at the word "failure" in the center of the screen, and his whole body became spartan.

Although it was very difficult to win, and the two fought back and forth for a long time, but... the other party did win.

And it can be seen that the opponent's hand speed has not changed, but his tactical awareness and equipment selection have suddenly become much more sophisticated, not inferior to those hardcore veteran players at all.

He raised his head and looked at Meng Lang in disbelief, who was also in a daze.

The latter noticed Duan Xian's gaze, raised his head at an angle of 45° and gave a side face full of sighs.

"The road to revenge is so long... I have been waiting for this moment for four years. I thought I would be filled with joy, but now I only feel that my heart is extremely empty..."

Duan Xian: "..."

No, you are happy, but your happiness is a bit artificial...

"You weren't kidnapped by aliens, were you? Is this the same cripple you used to be who could even kill a simple man-machine one-on-one?"

"Haha! You don't understand that any great success is accumulated over time." Meng Lang's answer was meaningful.

Yes, he is not fighting alone.

Just now, he suddenly realized a problem.

To improve your game level, do you really need to send your brothers to study? Isn't this just like eating, sleeping and playing beans? It's a normal daily routine for human beings?

Since he can learn even obscure and boring medical and legal knowledge points, what about gaming experience?

After all, it's easy to forget the knowledge, but it's hard to forget the game!

It makes no sense that after so many episodes and more than a hundred years of life, he will wash his hands in a golden basin and never play LOL again, right?

No matter how you live your old age facing the sea, you must have a mobile phone, right? Do you need a network? Otherwise, what is the difference between them and primitive people?

Sure enough, this game confirmed his suspicion.

In addition to future information and subject knowledge points, even life skills and game experience can be inherited by oneself, and can be accumulated many times...

It’s true that games require talent, but can quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes?

It’s true that talent determines the upper limit, and hard work determines the lower limit. So what if I maximize my efforts?

So...this is the rhythm that makes me know everything?

Brothers, in the end, your short life has not been wrong...

No matter how difficult it is, please have hope for the future, because every effort you make will not be in vain, and every persistence you have will not be let down!

"Any great success is accumulated over time? Could it be that you have done nothing in the past two years and are just addicted to games?"

Duan Xian obviously misunderstood Meng Lang's words.

"How is that possible? I am purely a late bloomer. As the saying goes, no one asked me about it in ten years, but I became famous all over the world..."

"Okay, okay, if I hadn't known that you didn't know my sister before, I would have thought you were in for it."

"Tch! Am I so indifferent to beauties?" Meng Lang sneered.

"Yes!" Duan Xian nodded firmly.

"Don't talk about my sister, even if a lesser beauty shows a slight affection for you, you, a junior brother, will definitely think that you have met your true love."

"Well……"

It breaks my heart, old man.

The key is that you have understood me so thoroughly. On behalf of Lu Kexin, I would like to thank you for your wonderful comments...

"By the way, this is for you." Duan Xian took out a note from his pocket, put it on the table and pushed it over.

Meng Lang looked at the thin note with helpless eyes.

Future, you are still here.

"IOU?"

"Damn it! Are you such a roundworm?!" Duan Xian was startled.

You haven’t even opened this yet, do you know what this is?

Meng Lang was a little helpless.

I don’t want to know either, mainly because I have a brother who loves spoilers.

Even if this IOU is taken out, it needs to be torn up...

But I can't pretend not to know anything, otherwise I'll lose more than 10,000 yuan in several words he wrote.

"Oh! It's not an IOU, but a check? Also, can you not use such a disgusting adjective as roundworm?"

"Okay, you think tapeworms don't sound good, and they don't have a colorful phoenix with two flying wings, but they have a clear mind?"

"Uh... let's just use roundworms."