The King’s Moment

I won!

The moment the crystal exploded across the street, how did it really take a long breath? Although the opposite albatross has broken the pace and the economy is number one, it has always been more fearful. Ultimately, he has no confidence in his operations, and his teammates are basically not communicating like the high songs and Zhou Foams in the afternoon when Changping attacked the war. At the end of the day, I found a little bit of their habits and laws, forcing them to work with a few waves.

Very tired, but also interesting. When he first got into the game, his mind almost exploded, but when he was playing, he no longer felt how abominable his teammates were. These teammates, who were still in their beginner stages, finally made him feel pretty cute. In the panel after the game, he liked his teammates. The teammate was also unpredictable, giving “bleeding” but getting the Bureau MVP, he gave full confirmation, all praised.

Why quit the game with a smile, then see a message prompt, tap in and take a look, apply for 16 nights to become friends with him.

Why was I stunned? I still passed the application and soon received a message from the 16th night.

“Dude, what's the status? ”

“Bronze.” Why did you come back?

“I'm asking you big.” Sixteen nights.

“This is the big one.” How can you say that?

“Mon who?” Sixteen nights, of course. Real bronze walking dogs with their own rhythm? Do you have that kind of garbage?

“I've seen a lot of games and haven't played much.” Why answer each other realistically?

“…” with this? Sixteen nights will be believing, doubtful, somewhat speechless.

“What's your size?” Now it's time to ask the other question.

“Platinum...” Sixteen Nights faintly lowered his position. After all, the more defeated your men are, the higher they blow their ranks, the more embarrassing they will be.

Platinum? And an ellipse?

Looking at this strange answer, why don't you think about it? At first he couldn't figure out what part of the night he was in, but later he didn't think he was particularly high. Even if he loses a little rhythm in this match, there is still a way to quickly regain his initiative, after all, the hero's strong advantage lies there. Sixteen nights in the wake of the economic take-off, it can only be said that strength is not enough.

When the game was cut out, it was discovered that there were many more chat records in the Wave 7 group.

“The formation is fine, very bronze. ”

“All four are going over, Genghis Khan is going to get cold...”

“Blood, miserable. ”

“Both archers need to be cold. This asshole can play! ”

“Cold again...”

“Yo, this wave is a little tactful! ”

……

……

“Knowing only to catch people, he finally crushed his rhythm. ”

“It was time to close the field, cut the road, and then follow the two shooters, winning long ago. ”

“I've been chasing Genghis Khan and the vengeance is a little heavy. ”

“It's funny to hold two shooters against each other. Don't you have any points? ”

“What a pity, such a good start. ”

Why did you flip over, from the uninterrupted slot to the final wrap-up, and it was obvious that you were just in the opposite game? Are we both watching the war? But at the end of the day, what's with the sad tone of regret, and which side are you two on?

“I said, are you expecting me to lose?” Why can't you bear to say it in the crowd?

“How can a take-off bureau be like this?” Zhou Mo also sincerely regrets the 16th night.

“Still not good enough.” Gao said.

“How was my fight?” I still want to hear what you think of him.

“What does the Bronze Bureau have to say?” Gao replied.

“You guys just had a really good conversation!” How come?

“Just boring.” Gao said.

“ …… ”

Without a word, the door was locked and the roommate finally came back. It's after 11: 00. Looking at the door, a boy with a clear eye walked in with a schoolbag on his back. Seeing what was happening to him, he said hello. “Hello. ”

“Hello. I'm Ho Cheung.” Why don't you introduce yourself while you're at it?

“I saw it on the list. My name is Mo Jealous.” The boy walked toward his desk as he spoke, putting his bag on the table. I can't hear much enthusiasm in his tone. It feels like you're being polite to me. Just a few short sentences already make people feel less approachable.

“What are you doing there?” Don't be jealous to pull the book out of your bag and ask why you have nothing to say.

“Late self-study.” Don't be jealous.

“What?” Why do you think you heard wrong?

“Late self-study.” Don't be jealous to repeat it and look back at what happened.

Why did you come out of bed with all due respect? This is Coverage Day, and it's not even official. Did you send the textbook? Did you get the lesson? Where's the self-study room? You're studying late? Self-study what?

Why did he move a few steps toward the desk? The probe looked at him and pulled the book out of the bag. A "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy" went straight into his sight. What is this book? I have no idea, but Newton, the author, suddenly felt the power of knowledge pouring over him, giving him the urge to get down on his knees.

My roommate is undoubtedly the legendary schoolmaster. “How many points do you score for college entrance exams?" Freshmen like this often communicate questions in this bedroom, I'm afraid, will be a self-humiliating term. At this point, brushing your teeth is a wise decision.

“I'll go wash up first.” Why did you meet the goddess and go to the bathroom?

“Okay.” Don't envy this side answering his voice and continuing to clean him up. It wasn't until they lay down in bed that the two began to communicate again and again.

“Turn off the lights?” Why?

“Okay, thanks.” Don't be jealous.

The exchange is over and the house is in the dark. He had no intention of sleeping, but if he was an ordinary roommate, he would have to ask him if he was playing the King's Glory at this time. But don't envy the cold temperament and the Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy to dispel all thoughts. He believed that it could never be the Knowledge Ocean of King's Canyon that he was tirelessly swimming in his study classroom.

When he was brushing his phone, he saw that Gao and Zhou Fo had said goodnight to each other. He Liang sent him a message.

“Nice shot. ”

“Brother, have you seen it?” What a thrill.

“Yes, the rhythm is well mastered.” He Liang replied.

“Anything else?” Why?

“More? ”

Why is it so depressing, even though it's only a low-end game, but it's obviously fun too. Why does everyone seem so bored with his performance?

Drop your phone and meet the ceiling.

For him, this step into King's Canyon was like turning a new page in his life and making him look forward to being a college student. A bronze bureau, from the start of a mindset that almost exploded to the final victory, how can the pleasure not only be felt at the moment the enemy crystal exploded? He had too many novel experiences that he hadn't seen before. He doesn't know how to describe it, but there's only one general outline - pretty good.

In this mood, why did you gradually go to sleep?

In a dazzling sleep, the electronic sound of "pentakill” seemed to echo in the ear.