I have a Gameboy

After the game, Yan Chong found a female reporter from Tennis Monthly.

"Is it all right now?" Yan Chong asked.

"Yes, you succeeded." The female reporter said, "The copy is about to end, and you can leave."

"Is it over? I'm still a little bit reluctant." Yan Chong said with no sincerity.

Playing tennis with a group of strangers every day is of course boring.

Especially the so-called peers here are a group of mature-looking junior high school students.

"Oh, yes, this is your father's relic. It was finally unlocked." The female reporter took out a tennis racket and handed it to Yan Chong.

Relic?

Yan Chong picked it up and looked at it. It was really different from an ordinary tennis racket.

This is an orange one-handed weapon.

The entire racket frame is made of pure iron, so it feels several times heavier than an ordinary tennis racket, but with the power of Yan Chong, it is not impossible to wave it.

On the racket surface, there are no lines penetrating into the entity, but lines constructed by psychic energy.

Yan Chong touched the line with his hand, he could pass through without any hindrance, but he took a tennis ball and placed it on it, but it was blocked.

It's amazing, but that's all.

As an orange one-handed weapon, its damage is very low.

Not to mention that compared with sharp weapons like swords, as a "hammer" made of black iron, the basic damage is 4 points. Who are you worthy of?

Its special effects are also very simple. There is only one, and all objects not larger than the racket surface can be played out as tennis balls, and they will not be damaged.

What the hell is this?

Are you kidding me?

Are you an orange weapon?

How can it not even match the tactical capital of Mad Max?

"I understand a bit now, why he left this thing." Yan Chong said with a rare humor, "I want to give it back to you now."

"Do you really want it?" the female reporter asked.

"Forget it, I'll take it away." Yan Chong said, "It's my father's relic anyway..."

In fact, it is also because it is an orange weapon.

The female reporter nodded silently.

In Yan Chong's view, the value of this thing seems to be used more to pin the yearning for his father, just like the GBA.

As for its real function, it needs to be developed.

"I remember, you said he seems to have any secrets?" Yan Chong asked again.

"Uh... no more," the female reporter replied.

It was obvious that she was lying.

But Yan Chong didn't know why she said that. She obviously had a strong desire to talk before.

Could it be because I look down on this orange weapon?

Not so much!

"You really have nothing to say?" Yan Chong asked again.

"The secret lies in this beat. I think you will have a different experience after you get it." The female reporter said.

Yan Chong shook his head.

Except for Shen, he has no experience.

"What will you do after I leave?" Yan Chong changed the subject.

"I don't know either." The female reporter said.

"But I remember, you said you seemed to be a reincarnation." Yan Chong said, "You just said that the copy is about to end, will you leave with me?"

Yan Chong entered the whole world at home. It would be weird if he came back with an adult beauty suddenly.

Especially since he was delayed for such a long time, if his mother came back from a business trip and happened to meet him, what should I say?

Introduce, this is a lover of my father back then?

"I really don't know." The female reporter said, "I thought I would be relieved after I gave you the beat."

"Do I need to leave first?" Yan Chong continued, "Perhaps it has to wait until the copy is restarted? Yes! Didn't the copy restart before?"

"I don't know!" The female reporter's emotions were a little out of control, "I am different from you. I am no longer a human being, I am a ghost! It is a memory! I restart it and I will be wiped out! Zuo Junchu, you bastard! Badheart! big liar!"

The female reporter suddenly began to yell at her, which caught Yan Chong off guard.

But... you wait?

"What do you say my father's name is?" Yan Chong asked.

"Zuo Junchu?" said the female reporter, "don't think you can forget your roots by changing your name to Yan Page 2 here. Your kid won't even forget your father's name?"

Yan Chong blinked: "Then have you heard of a person named Yan Ranyuan?"

"Never heard of it," the female reporter replied.

"Uh, do you have a picture of Zuo Junchu?" Yan Chong asked.

"I really have one." The female reporter said and opened the wallet, with a faded photo inside.

In the photo, there is a photo of a female reporter and a young man, who smiled brightly.

But the problem is that Yan Chong doesn't know him.

"This is not my father!" Yan Chong said.

Female reporter: "???"

"Don't make this kind of rebellious joke!" The female reporter's body trembled a little.

"What am I doing this joke with you?" Yan Chong asked, "How can anyone recognize your father casually outside? Take a closer look, do we look a bit similar? Although both are handsome, he has a square face. I am the face of melon seeds; he has small eyes and single eyelid, and I have big eyes and double eyelids; he has broom eyebrows, I am sword eyebrows; he has garlic nose, I am bile nose..."

As Yan Chong described it, he felt that Zuo Junchu was not much handsome.

"Then how did you come into this world? Why do you have such a good tennis talent? Why can you hit a nearly burning wave ball?" the female reporter asked one after another.

Although she still can't accept the fact that Yan Chong is not the person she was waiting for, she has accepted the fact that Yan Chong and Zuo Junchu don't look alike.

"Don't worry," Yan Chong could only explain slowly, "I bought a GBA cassette in the second-hand market..."

"What is GBA?" the female reporter asked.

"A kind of game console..." Yan Chong said, "It's not important anymore."

He keenly discovered that the female reporter did not know about GBA, which indicated that she and Zuo Junchu probably entered this copy not through GBA.

"Then how did you get in?" Yan Chong asked.

"The dungeon portal!" the female reporter replied, "but when the dungeon was restarted last time, the coordinates of this dungeon were destroyed. Only the gene search of Zuo Junchu's descendants can connect to it again."

Although what the female reporter said is not very clear, Yan Chong is undoubtedly different from his safe house in Qingbei Center and GBA self-service coin-operated.

So which world did they come from?

Yan Chong didn't know how to answer for a while, and could only say: "Did you just ask me why I played so well? Maybe it's because I'm handsome!"

Female reporter: "!!!"

Can you make a face?