48 Hours a Day

This time the Red Sword was silenced.

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As she herself had said, the bid for 1000 points of the game was well received, and the rest of the half-cutter was useless in her hands. If the other half-cutter could not be recovered, she would have no problem selling this part of herself.

Actually, she might have accepted the offer, not because the proxy war was approaching.

But now... the Red Sword is a little unhappy.

Zhang Heng had made it clear that he was reluctant to exchange because he also lacked knife props, and that he himself did not seem to be worried about distributing them.

The red sword hesitated for half a minute before typing.

- I'll think about it.

- All right.

Zhang Heng responded nicely and did not rush.

At the end of the day, the Red Sword couldn't help but ask.

Where did you learn your knife, Master Cheng?

This time, however, the opposite party did not speak again. Zhang Heng's attitude made it clear that he was not going to answer this question. The Red Sword also realized that he had crossed the border somewhat.

She then saw a prompt in the top right corner of the screen that Saturn 5 had left the chat room.

The first contact between the two ended in this way.

Close the surface red sword on your knee and relieve yourself. The guy with the ID Saturn 5 is obviously not from all the way to a coffee guy. The other guy is rational and communicates very well, but once he approves, things are hard to shake.

And he doesn't seem to make a difference.

On the side of the anti-red sword, she almost took out her full back home hardly 1,000 game points. The leaker abstained from a copy. She had to use only one mission failure-free card, just in case she had to save another 800 points to re-buy the mission failure-free card.

Of course, if possible, she wouldn't mind taking back the first half of the near March Moon Sect by some other means, because this was something Zhang Heng had stolen from her, she had no psychological burden, but she and Zhang Heng had dealt with each other before, without taking advantage of anything, and while she didn't like the coffee man, she had to admit the strength of the latter, which was like a human self-propelled nuclear power armor.

Until now, the Red Sword doesn't know how the coffee man lost, but one thing is for sure, that Zhang Heng's strength is also really terrible, so she still needs to rely on the trading method to get back the March Moon Sect.

Just as the Red Sword continues to weigh the chips in its own hands, Zhang Heng is in the staircase classroom to take a grand public elective course in Western cultural history.

This semester Zhang Heng Choice class is no longer as casual as before. In addition to what he is interested in, he consciously chooses courses that will help him in his game. In addition, in order to free up part of his time, he also chooses courses like elementary French that sound big to others, but he doesn't have to spend much time.

So he studied a lot of credits this semester, but actually, the level of businessmanship is still down from the last semester, not to mention Zhang Heng has 24 more hours a day.

Also, as is customary, the pen he got at the end of the seventh round was given to the bartender lady for identification, but the result was somewhat unexpected.

It was also the first time that the point of play had failed, after which the bartender lady refunded the fee of four points and gave him a free tip.

“It's rare, but it's not like it hasn't happened. After all, even the system panel was deceived before at the auction, so I wouldn't be surprised if anything happened to the moth, so you can tell me how you got this pen, and maybe I can help you figure it out. ”

Zhang Heng remembered what Conan Doyle said to him before his farewell. So far, Zhang Heng can be sure that the Tang suit old man suspected of Coronos approached him for another purpose. His game qualifications and playing points were provided by the other party, so even Zhang Heng with him did not know what role the bartender lady played in it.

So he hesitated and eventually chose to hide his encounter with Conan Doyle in the copy, and took back the pen directly, but Zhang Hengdun consulted with the bartender lady about the proxy war.

“The proxy war? Oh, you said the proxy war, counting the organizing committee is about to send out a notice,” Miss Bartender, “so there's nothing wrong with telling you first, anyway, a lot of people probably know this time, after playing so many rounds of games, I'm sure you should also know what the purpose of the game is, now the vast majority of the proxies have determined, only a few people left have not made a bet, but it is estimated that one month the last big list will come out, and the game will also go to the next stage. ”

“Next stage? ”

“Yes, the preliminaries are almost over, the meals will be served to the table, the game will get better and better, it looks like you've got your next round of tickets, so I wish you well in advance. ”

“Where are the other regular players?” Zhang Heng frowned, "Agent, what happens to them when the war starts? ”

“They are free to choose their camp, rely on their respective agents, become apostles, war is never a human thing, and of course if you are really strong enough to bring everyone together, I can only take the lead in clapping for you.” The bartender lady said.

Zhang Heng did not know if it was his illusion. When talking about this, he seemed to see a faint color of fanaticism and excitement in the eyes of the bartender lady.

The latter later added, "You should wait for the organizing committee to notify me. I'm going to continue working. I didn't have to chop my hand last month, and this month I have to spend a lot of time. ”

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This is the information that Zhang Heng is now in possession of. As a precaution, he also sent a WeChat to Fan Mei Man. Usually, Fan Mei Man is basically a second message. It makes one wonder if she has nothing to do all day long. She brushes her Twitter circle of friends with her phone. However, this time, she has waited half a day before returning two words.

- Busy.

After that, there was no movement, but there was still about a month before the so-called proxy war. Zhang Heng was not too anxious. Looks like Fan Mei Male rarely had any real work to do, but considering the existence behind her, I don't know who was going to be in bad luck again.

Zhang Heng had a few things to take care of, and he probably hadn't been to the players' forum for a week, so when he went up again, he saw an explosive piece of news.