The King’s Moment

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Won!

The moment when the crystal on the opposite side burst, He Yu really took a long sigh of relief. Although the opposite rhythm has collapsed and the economy is the last one, He Yu has always been afraid. In the final analysis, he has no confidence in his operation, and his teammates are really not like there is no communication like Gao Ge and Zhou Mo in the afternoon of Changping's offensive and defensive battle. In the end, He Yu found a little bit of their habits and rules, and forcibly cooperated with them for a few waves.

Very tired, but also very interesting. When he first entered this game, He Yu's mentality was almost exploding, but when playing it, he no longer felt how abhorrent his teammates were. These teammates who were still in the beginner stage finally made him feel very cute. In the panel after the game, he praised his teammates one after another. His teammates also ignored the previous suspicions and gave him full affirmation for the "send a blood" but got the MVP of the game, and they all praised him.

He Yu quit the game with a smile, then saw a message prompt, clicked in to see it, and applied for being a friend with him for sixteen nights.

He Yu Leng was taken aback, and he still passed the application, and soon received the news from Sixteen Nights.

"Brother, what rank?"

"Bronze." He Yu replied.

"I asked you large size." Sixteen nights said.

"This is a large size." He Yu said.

"Who is it?" Of course, Sixteen Nights didn't believe it. Does the real bronze walk the dog's rhythm? Do you have such garbage?

"I have watched a lot of games and haven't played much." He Yu answered the other party realistically.

"..." Also bring this? Sixteen nights will be suspicious and speechless.

"What's your size?" He Yu asked the next turn.

"Platinum ..." Sixteen nights confessed his rank lower. After all, it is a defeated man, isn't it more embarrassing to blow his rank higher at this time?

Platinum? Ok? A series of ellipsis?

Looking at this strange answer, He Yu didn't think about it. At first he couldn't figure out the rank of the sixteen nights, but after looking at his performance, he didn't think his level was particularly high. Even if Ake loses a little rhythm in this game, there is still a way to quickly get back the initiative, after all, the hero's strong advantage lies there. On the 16th night, in the beginning of the economic take-off, it was finally like this. It can only be said that the strength is not enough.

He Yu cut out the game and found a lot of chat records in the Lang 7 small group.

"The lineup is okay, very bronze."

"Four people are going to pass, Genghis Khan is going to be cold ..."

"Blood, miserable."

"Both shooters must be cold. This aki will play!"

"Cool again ..."

"Yo, there are snack machines in this wave!"

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...

"Just knowing to catch people, finally caught his rhythm."

"At that time, it was time to close the field, cut the middle road, and then advance with the two shooters, and won long ago."

"I have been chasing Genghis Khan, and my revenge is a bit heavy."

"It's hilarious to stand up against two shooters, is there no point in my heart?"

"What a pity, such a good start."

He Yu turned over, from nonstop talking to the final conclusion, this is obviously talking about the game he just played? Did both of them watch the game? But in the end this regretful tone of regret is going on, which side are these two standing on?

"I said, are you expecting me to lose?" He Yu said in the group.

"It's a matter of fact, how can the take-off round be like this!" Zhou Mo still sincerely regrets the sixteen nights.

"Still not enough." Gao Ge said.

"How did I play?" He Yu still wanted to hear what everyone thought of him.

"What can the Bronze Bureau say?" Gao Ge replied.

"You just talked a lot of energy just now!" He Yudao said.

"It's just boring." Gao Ge said.

"..."

Being speechless, the door locked and He Yu's roommate finally returned. He Yu looked at the time and it was already over 11 o'clock. Looking towards the door again, a handsome boy walked in with a schoolbag on his back. Seeing that He Yu was looking at him, he said hello: "Hello."

"Hello. My name is He Yu." He Yu introduced himself while answering.

"I saw it on the list. My name is Mo Xian." The boy said as he walked to his desk and put the schoolbag on the table. He couldn't hear much enthusiasm in his tone, and it felt like a courtesy of you coming and going. In just two sentences, it has made people feel that they are not a particularly accessible person.

"Why are you going here?" He Yu asked, looking at Mo Xian pulling books out of her schoolbag.

"Late self-study." Mo Xian said.

"What?" He Yu thought he had heard it wrong.

"Late self-study." Mo Xian repeated it, looking back at He Yu.

He Yu came down from the bed in awe. This is the reporting day, and it is not a formal start of school. Has the textbook been issued? Did the course know? Where will the study room go? Is this late self-study? Self-study?

He Yuchao moved a few steps over Mo Xian's desk, and the probe watched Mo Xian draw a book from his schoolbag, and a "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy" came straight into sight. He Yu didn't know what book this was, but when he swept the author, Newton, he suddenly felt that a force of knowledge came to him, giving him the urge to kneel.

His roommate is undoubtedly the legendary school bully. "How many points do you have for the college entrance examination?" Such questions that freshmen often use to communicate in this bedroom may be a shameful speech. At this time, it is a wise decision to brush your teeth.

"I'm going to wash first." He Yu calmed down and went to the bathroom.

"Okay." Mo Xian responded and continued to tidy up. Until they lay on their beds, the two talents began another wave of exchanges.

"Turn off the lights?" He Yu asked.

"Okay, thank you." Mo Xian said.

The communication ended and the room fell into darkness. He Yu has no drowsiness, but for an ordinary roommate, he must ask if the other party is playing the glory of the king. But Mo Xian's cold temperament and the "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy" dispelled all of He Yu's thoughts. He believes that Mo Xian's tireless swimming in the self-study classroom can never be the ocean of knowledge in Kings Canyon.

He Yu brushed his phone and saw that Gao Ge and Zhou Mo had also said goodbye to each other, but He Liang sent him a message over there.

"Play well."

"Brother, did you read it too?" He Yu was refreshed.

"Look, the rhythm is very good." He Liang replied.

"What else?" He Yu asked.

"More?"

He Yu was depressed, although it was only a low-end game, but it was obviously very interesting. Why did everyone seem bored and speechless about his performance?

After dropping the phone, He Yu looked at the ceiling.

For him, the step into the Kings Canyon also turned a new page of life, as he was a college student. A bronze game, from the beginning of the mentality almost exploded, and finally to victory, He Yu felt the fun is not only at the moment when the enemy crystal exploded. He has too many novel experiences that he hadn't seen before. He didn't know how to describe it. At this time, there was only a general summary of his mood-it was good.

With this mood, He Yu gradually fell asleep.

In the sleepy sleep, the electronic sound of "pentakill" seemed to echo in his ears.