At this time, the game interface was already running. Ronan was gradually coming to a conclusion. He was no longer too lazy to argue with Zhang Yingying. He glanced at the wind speed and temperature data and made a gesture to move forward.
Black Fang and his pet, the mechanical dog "Nubi" carrying two basic ammunition, chose the highest hill in the surrounding environment and began to climb.
Zhang Yingying curled her lips, folded her arms, and did not perform any operations at all. Her abnormal character "Feng Huang" cruised in the air, looking like she was in control.
Ronan understood what she meant. This was to give up tactical maneuverability and directly win a decisive battle. For the character "Black Fang", this was undoubtedly the situation in which he could best exert his combat power.
As a novice, Ronan recognized this "preferential treatment". He controlled Black Fang and set up a weapons platform on the top of the hill to maximize firepower at the expense of complete mobility.
When everything was ready, Ronan didn't say anything and just made a provocative gesture.
Zhang Yingying curled her lips, changed her gestures for the first time, and controlled the giant poisonous wasp-like "Feng Huang", soaring all the way, and in the blink of an eye she had crossed the center line of the battlefield.
At this time, the distance between the two sides was 987 meters.
900, 800, 700…
Black Fang's light electromagnetic gun began to roar, drawing a bright trajectory under the sky.
Zhang Yingying suddenly became excited and declared anxiously:
"I'm going to crush you!"
“…”
No matter how funny Zhang Yingying behaves, her game control skills are definitely far superior to Ronan's.
The huge body of "Fenghuang" surged forward, flying in and out of increasingly dense ballistic trajectories. When it broke through the 500-meter life-and-death line, it made several small-scale changes in succession, causing the hard-working barrage to fall apart.
"Nubi" was corroded by venom, the ammunition exploded, and Black Fang was swept across the neck by the thin and transparent bee wings, directly KOing.
"First blood!"
Across the desk, Zhang Yingying waved her index finger at Ronan.
"Would you like to change roles?"
Ronan said nothing and selected the "Restart the Battle" option.
Zhang Yingying accepted the challenge with a smile, but when she was waiting for the battlefield to be arranged, she felt something. When she raised her head, she saw Ronan's eyes passing through the light screen and landing on her face. They hadn't moved for a long time.
He raised his chin slightly and winked at the other side: "How about it, looks beautiful!"
As for whether it refers to appearance or operating skills, that's a matter of opinion.
Ronan didn't answer, his eyes looked away slightly, but soon he came back.
Miss Zhang Yingying is naturally beautiful, so she is not afraid of people looking at her. What's more, there is a game ahead of her, so she has to wait until she has a good time.
In the closed room, light and shadow are intertwined and blurred, and time flies by in another form.
Once the "Wild Battle" started, it never stopped. Until a call came in, informing Zhang Yingying of the latest news.
"The trial is over... at what time? Tsk, we really worked all night long."
The counter at the bottom of the light screen simultaneously displays the number of games, game time and real time. It can be seen that it is already 4:50 in the morning on the 28th, and Ronan and Zhang Yingying have fought for more than 200 rounds, which took nearly 7 hours.
"It is indeed a time-killing masterpiece..."
Ronan took a few deep breaths. Not only was he not exhausted from playing the game for a long time, on the contrary, his brain was in a state of extreme excitement.
Now he had to do something.
Ronan picked up the notebook, turned to a blank page, and started writing. In just ten seconds, the lines of the fluorescent pen have sketched out the general outline, still in the usual "sketch" style, without thinking about the details, just depicting the body movements of the characters and a relatively typical background.
On the screen, a girl with a blurry face is holding her chin with one hand and making gestures with the other hand. She looks a little lazy at first, but the tension of her body tells everyone:
She is focused and interested.
She was playing a game, whether it was "Ten Days in the Wilderness" or drinking and punching, it was the same flavor.
She was more evaluating her opponent, perhaps out of a strong desire to win, or perhaps for some other purpose.
Ronan paused for a moment to make sure that this was the effect he wanted.
Starting from 10 o'clock last night, Ronan has been observing Zhang Yingying for 7 hours. Compared with his usual quick observation and quick start, this time is undoubtedly atypical.
However, Ronan thinks it's worth it. For him, Zhang Yingying is definitely an object worth recording.
But there is something else that needs to be shown.
Ronan's writing style hovered, but he didn't start writing for a long time. It's not that he can't grasp it, but once he puts pen to paper, it's equivalent to expressing an attitude... He can wait and observe again.
He faced the sketch, lost in thought.
Zhang Yingying had already finished answering the phone. She turned off the game effects with some regret and said to Ronan: "You can go home now. Even the Phantom will be left as physical evidence... Oh, by the way, you want to go directly to school? Why don't you go home and take a nap? ?”
Ronan hummed and continued to ponder with his head down, the tip of his pen was about to fall.
With Zhang Yingying's curiosity, how could she resist this? He turned his head to look at it, then he was stunned, and instinctively reached out to touch Ronan's forehead:
"You want to pick me up?"
Ronan did not dodge or raise his head. Ren Zhang Yingying's warm palm was placed lightly on his forehead, and the strokes of his hand were drawn in more detail.
Today’s children are so precocious!
Seeing Ronan's cool look, Zhang Yingying almost wanted to cover his eyes with her hands. But half a second later, the subtle changes on the notebook absorbed all her attention.
Due to the characteristics of the fluorescent pen, it is not easy to express the accumulation of shades of line shadows, but Ronan used appropriate white space to present the blurred and slightly rippled narrow details, like a flowing cloud ribbon, lingering around the girl's body.
That's it.
Even Zhang Yingying didn't notice it. When she was playing games and getting high, her body was full of energy, and some things took off their cover and appeared outside.
Perhaps ordinary people equipped with the most advanced scanning equipment may not be able to discover the secrets. The problem is, since Ronan was taken by the Burning Shadow and his soul left his body, his eyes, ears, nose and tongue have entered a special spiritual level, and he can always see some incredible things.
The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that the air seemed to freeze. Ronan maintained his usual rhythm, paused and put away the pen, then connected the sensor pen tip, clamped it back into the pen bag, then pressed the less sensitive tablet, separated the metal ring frame, and removed the draft.
After doing all this, Ronan took a subtle breath, raised his head, and handed over the draft with both hands: "Lawyer Zhang, I give you this painting to express my gratitude for today, um, for what happened yesterday."
“…”
Zhang Yingying did not respond immediately. She stared at the unclear sketch as if looking at a mirror. She subconsciously raised her hand, checked the mirror, and touched the corresponding position on herself.
My fingertips swept over it, and there was nothing. Only the spiritual sense, which has been tempered for thousands of times, has received corresponding feedback from itself.
"My 'White Rainbow', is this what it looks like?"
Zhang Yingying was stunned for ten seconds before she suddenly woke up and her eyes were fixed on Ronan's face:
"You... Psychic!"