Won!
The moment he exploded the opposite crystal, He Yu really breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ah Ke's rhythm on the opposite side has collapsed and his economy is the last, He Yu has always been afraid. In the final analysis, he has no confidence in his operation at all, and his teammates are not like Gao Ge and Zhou Mo in the Changping offensive and defensive battle in the afternoon, basically there is no communication. In the end, He Yu found some of their habits and rules, and forcibly cooperated with them for a few waves.
Tiring, but also fun. When he first entered this game, He Yu's mentality was almost explosive, but after playing, he no longer felt that his teammates were so hateful. These teammates, who were still in the beginner stage, finally made him feel quite cute. In the panel after the game, he praised his teammates one after another. Teammates also disregarded previous suspicions, and gave full affirmation to him who "sent the first blood" but got the MV of the game, and praised him one after another.
He Yu quit the game with a smile, and then saw a message prompt, clicked in and saw that Sixteen Nights had applied to become friends with him.
He Yu was stunned for a moment, but still passed the application, and soon received a message from Shiliuye.
"Brother, what rank is it?"
"Bronze." He Yu replied.
"I'm asking about your tuba size." Izayoi said.
"This is the big size." He Yu said.
"Who is it?" Izayoi certainly didn't believe it. Bring your own rhythm like a real bronze walking a dog? Do you have such rubbish
"I've seen a lot of games, but I haven't played much." He Yu replied realistically.
"..." still with this? Izayoi was skeptical and a little speechless.
"What rank is your tuba?" Now it was He Yu's turn to ask.
"Platinum..." Shiliuye said guiltyly that his rank was lower. After all, he is a defeated general. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to brag about his own rank at this time
Platinum? still? Another string of ellipses
Seeing this somewhat strange reply, He Yu didn't think much about it. At first he couldn't figure out what rank Izayoi was in, but after looking at his performance, he didn't feel that his level was particularly high. Even if Ah Ke loses a little rhythm in this game, he still has a way to quickly regain the initiative. After all, the hero's strong advantage lies there. Sixteen nights ended up like this when the economy took off at the beginning, it can only be said that the strength is not up to the standard.
He Yu cut out the game and found that there were a lot of chat records in the wave 7 group.
"The lineup is okay, very bronze."
"The four of you have to go, and Genghis Khan is going to be cold..."
"One blood, miserable."
"Both shooters are cool. Ah Ke knows how to play!"
"It's getting cold again..."
"Hey, this wave is a bit tricky!"
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"Just know how to catch people, and finally catch my own rhythm."
"That's when you should close the field, cut the middle, and then push with the two shooters, and you have already won."
"I have been chasing Genghis Khan, and I feel a little bit revengeful."
"It's funny to fight against two shooters, don't you have any points in your heart?"
"What a pity, such a good start."
He Yu flipped through it, from non-stop complaints to the final summary, this was obviously talking about the match he just had? Are the two watching the battle? But what happened to the regretful and distressed tone at the end? Which side are these two on
"I said, are you expecting me to lose?" He Yu couldn't help but ask in the group.
"Let's talk about the facts, how could the game of taking off be like this!" Zhou Mo was still sincerely regretting Shiliuye.
"It's still not good enough." Gao Ge said.
"How am I playing?" He Yu still wanted to hear what everyone thought of him.
"What can the Bronze Bureau say?" Gao Ge replied.
"You guys had a very lively chat just now!" He Yu said.
"It's just boring." Gao Ge said.
"..."
While he was speechless, the door lock rang, and He Yu's roommate finally came back. He Yu glanced at the time, it was past 11 o'clock. Looking at the door again, a handsome boy walked in with a schoolbag on his back. Seeing He Yu looking at him, he took the initiative to say hello: "Hello."
"Hello. My name is He Yu." He Yu responded and introduced himself.
"I saw it in the directory. My name is Mo Xian." The boy walked towards his desk while talking, and put his schoolbag on the table. There was not much enthusiasm in his tone, and it felt like a polite back and forth. In just two sentences, it already makes people feel that he is not a particularly approachable person.
"Why did you go here?" Seeing Mo Xian taking out the book from his schoolbag, He Yu asked out of words.
"Evening self-study." Mo Xian said.
"What?" He Yu thought he had heard wrong.
"Evening self-study." Mo Xian repeated, looking back at He Yu.
He Yu got out of bed in awe. This is Report Day, not even the official start of school. Have the textbooks been distributed? Did you know the course? Where will the self-study classroom go? This is late self-study? Self-study what
He Yu moved a few steps towards Mo Xian's desk, looked at Mo Xian taking out a book from his schoolbag, and a copy of "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy" came straight into his sight. He Yu didn't know what kind of book this was, but when he glanced at the author—Newton, he suddenly felt a power of knowledge rushing towards his face, making him want to kneel down.
My roommate is undoubtedly the legendary academic master. "What's your score in the college entrance examination?" This kind of question that freshmen often use to communicate may be a self-defeating phrase in this dormitory. At this time, it is a wise decision to brush your teeth.
"I'll go wash up first." He Yu collected his mind and went to the bathroom.
"Okay." Mo Xian replied and continued to tidy up his things. It wasn't until each of them lay down on the bed that the two started another wave of communication.
"Turn off the lights?" He Yu asked.
"Okay, thank you." Mo Xian said.
The exchange ended, and the room plunged into darkness. He Yu didn't feel sleepy for the time being, but as an ordinary roommate, he had to ask him if he played Glory of Kings. But Mo Xian's cold temperament and the book "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy" dispelled all thoughts of He Yu. He believes that what Mo Xian swims tirelessly in the self-study classroom is definitely not the ocean of knowledge in the Canyon of Kings.
He Yu swiped his phone and saw that Gao Ge and Zhou Mo had already bid each other good night, but He Liang sent him a message.
"It was a good fight."
"Brother, have you watched it too?" He Yu cheered up.
"Look, the rhythm is pretty good." He Liang replied.
"What else?" He Yu asked.
"Is there any more?"
He Yu was depressed. Although it was only a low-end game, it was obviously very interesting. Why did everyone seem to be bored and speechless about his performance
Putting down his phone, He Yu looked at the ceiling.
For him, this step into the Canyon of Kings is like turning a new page in his life, which he yearns for just like becoming a college student. In a bronze game, from the moment when the mentality almost exploded at the beginning, to the final victory, He Yu felt the fun not only at the moment when the enemy's crystal exploded. He has too many novel experiences that he didn't have when watching the game before. He didn't know how to describe it, and the only thing that could reflect his mood at this moment was a generalization—it was pretty good.
With such a mood, He Yu gradually fell asleep.
In his drowsy sleep, the electronic sound of "penta kill" seemed to echo in his ears.