The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 714 Fighting the Landlord during the game!

"00:00!"

The time is reset.

Saber defeated the Shapolang team with a far-leading record and won the first round of the game.

At the end of a game, only a small part of the audience discussed the game process, and most of the discussion topics revolved around Jiang Zhishui, who had never made a shot.

"The FireWire genius is amazing. He pretended to be cool on purpose. It's up to you to play a game in vain. Saber wins!"

"Jiang Zhishui is really annoying. Even if such a person wins the championship, no one will pay any attention to him!"

"Fortunately, the Royal University is known as the number one university in Huacheng. It turns out that it has cultivated some reckless and arrogant people who don't even understand the shallow truth of respecting opponents. It's really disappointing!"

The students of Royal University wanted to shield Jiang Zhishui, but Jiang Zhishui's arrogant behavior really gave them no reason to open their mouths to argue.

The leaders of the Royal University also looked a little stiff. Although Jiang Zhishui was out of their control from the beginning to the end, this scope seemed to have gone too far.

Unless Jiang Zhishui uses the most dazzling means to win in the next game, if he wins by chance, it is estimated that even if he wins, no one will be convinced.

Compared with the noisy auditorium, the glass house is quiet and silent, and the sound of breathing is clear to the ear.

Wang Yue closed his eyes slightly, his face was as calm as water, and his heavy and uneven breathing gradually became even. He was adjusting his state and preparing for the next round of the game.

He has no ability to control the other party if he can't make a move, and he won't meddle in other people's business. He can point fingers and say something. All he can do is to go all out and try his best to win.

Wang Yue exhaled the stale air that was suppressed in his throat. After adjusting to the perfect state, he slid the mouse and clicked on the draw for the second round. As long as Jiang Zhishui clicked on the draw, the draw box would draw out the content of the second round.

After a few breaths, Jiang Zhishui seemed to be in a deep sleep. Even if the computer gave a harsh reminder, he fell asleep without hearing it. Some of them are boundless.

Zhang Kuai and the others frowned slightly, and their faces became a little ugly. It would be fine if they didn't make a move during the game to despise the saber. Now they are still pretending to be asleep, deliberately not drawing lots, and the dignity of the saber is trampled on the ground.

Wang Yue didn't have the habit of sticking a hot face to a cold ass, so he directly waved to the chief referee and asked, "Please ask, according to the rules of the game, after one side draws lots, the other side refuses to draw lots. ?”

The chief referee has a vicious eye. He naturally knows that Jiang Zhishui deliberately pretended to be asleep and mocked Saber. If he was a student from other colleges, he would have reprimanded him long ago, but because he belongs to the Royal University, he cast a reminding look at Jiang Zhishui Let it be enough.

Half a cup of tea passed, and the latter was still asleep, ignoring his warning eyes. The chief referee was stunned, his face faintly uneasy, facing Wang Yue's relentless pursuit, he said solemnly: "Ten minute!"

The thin man gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "Let's wait, if he can, he will pretend to sleep for ten minutes, if he can, he will sleep forever."

Wang Yue shook his head in denial, and said with a gentle smile: "It's so boring to wait, wouldn't it be fun for us to fight against the landlord?"

A trace of panic flashed across the chief referee's eyes, and he glanced at Wang Yue. Who would have thought that this young man with a gentle smile would have such a vicious scheme when he opened his mouth. He was really afraid that Wang Yue would take out his mobile phone to fight the landlord. But it was completely lost.

He knew that he couldn't talk about Jiang Zhishui, and Jiang Zhishui's arrogant attitude made him too lazy to say it. He cast a meaningful look at the leader's seat, and left the problem to the leader to solve, and he walked out by himself.

The vice-principal who was sitting in the leader's seat glared at him fiercely, and his reprimanding expression was very strong, with clear meaning, what are you doing as the chief referee, if you let me solve everything, what is the use of you as the chief referee? , hurry up and solve it for me.

Wang Yue sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, unhurriedly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, poked and bumped the screen with his slender fingers, Jiang Zhishui was not afraid of the elimination of Shapolang due to the end of time, what else was he afraid of?

With a smile on Wang Yue's lips, the waiting time should not be wasted in vain. Playing games and playing cheerful music will keep everyone happy.

If the Royal Family University is not afraid of losing face, then it will continue to let Jiang Zhishui go. Anyway, it is not his face that was lost, and the four scholars also took out their mobile phones. When the time comes, the sound of the game and music will sound, and we will see how the Royal Family University will step down.

The joyful sound was also the moment when the sound of slapping the royal university was about to sound. Jiang Zhishui, who had been asleep for a long time, suddenly stretched his waist and made a sleepy look.

Jiang Zhishui rubbed his eyes, looked at the game that had already lost one game, deliberately made a look of astonishment, and said blankly: "What's going on, why is the first game over? Preparatory stage?"

Binglan's black-and-white voice added a touch of color, and said, "Captain, you overslept."

Jiang Zhishui patted his forehead lightly, sighed regretfully, and said lightly: "It's really unlucky. Fortunately, I was complacent because I had a beautiful dream. I lost nothing unconsciously."

Wang Yue's pupils contracted slightly, he caught a hint of sarcasm, Jiang Zhishui taunted himself, and secretly ridiculed him not to be confident just because he won the game, because you will soon lose without knowing it Got nothing.

Seeing Jiang Zhishui wake up, the leaders of the Royal Family University secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the audience looked at Jiang Zhishui with even more disgusted eyes. His arrogance really made people feel unfavorable.

As Jiang Zhishui dragged the mouse and clicked on the lottery, the lottery box shook violently.

The results.

Race Mode: "Team Mode!"

Race Map: "Transporter!"

Competition setting: "12 minutes time system!"

Competition assignment: "The saber is the lurker, and the Shapolang team is the defender!"

Victory requirement: "At the end of 12 minutes, whoever kills the most enemies wins!"

It is also an orthodox game mode, and it is the everlasting king map of the transport ship.

Adjust the backpack, prepare, start the game, the progress bar is loading...

The laziness in Jiang Zhishui's eyes gradually dissipated, and as the corners of his lips curled up, a sense of fighting with arrogance climbed up his handsome face, his fingers crossed, and he moved slightly, making a "crack, blah, blah" sound .

Jiang Zhishui turned his head casually, tilted his head, and said playfully, "This time, let me play with you!"

(End of this chapter)