So, when Reyes opened the door, what he saw was a restaurant with three floors inside and outside that was completely blocked. The prisoner closest to him asked viciously, "What are you doing, did you have an early Christmas party?"
"No, it's a floor battle." The captured prisoner showed a very innocent expression. After seeing Reis's face clearly, he just remembered something and made a strange expression. "Speaking of it, it seems that the prisoners in Building No. 3 are fighting floor warfare—it's been fighting for a long time, and this is really quite rare in the lower floors."
"What!" Reyes threw the prisoner away, yelling with a headache whether the group of prisoners could save himself, and at the same time tried his best to push through the crowd and squeeze into the crowd—
When he saw clearly one of the protagonists above the open space in the center of the crowd, Reyes was stunned.
"... Xiaoyuan?... What are you doing?"
—In a daze, Ruan Xiangyuan seemed to hear someone calling his name, and then the person seemed to be asking him what he was doing.
What is he doing
Of course it's for... maintaining world peace.
Well, this time for real.
Ruan Xiangyuan still vaguely remembered that after witnessing the horror of the technical house for the first time, that night, by coincidence, none of them fell asleep.
The two of them once again used black technology to sneak out of the cell, squatting in the corridor with the cold wind blowing, chatting about life and ideals—well, in fact, most of the time, it was Ruan Xiangyuan who was talking nonsense.
It's not that he talks too much nonsense, it's just that he has a hunch that once the scene quiets down, the topic will go to an ominous abyss and never return
.
Sure enough, his guess was right.
After he published his 800-word argumentative essay on "how beautiful yellow canned food is", the scene fell into an unprecedented embarrassment. Beside him, the techie slowly sat down against the wall, turned his head, and asked Asked a question that almost scared Ruan Xiangyuan to death: "Do you think I'm useless?"
At that time, Ruan Xiangyuan shook his head very sincerely - he almost shook his head off.
"Why the hell do you think we can come out and squat in the corridor chatting without sleeping in the middle of the night?" Ruan Xiangyuan stared at the technical house, and said very honestly, "Looking around, the entire Jueji Pavilion can only be compared with your old man. The Sparte in Building No. 2 is big... Well, Sparte is gone."
The technical geek laughed softly, as if Ruan Xiangyuan said something very funny, although the achievement of making this nerd laugh is quite great, but the black-haired young man still frowned unconvinced: "I told you To tell the truth, just laugh."
"I know the person you're talking about," the tech guy couldn't stop laughing, "Sparte, the right-hand man of Raiqie, the King of Building No. 2, I can't compare to that alone... Compared with others, he is a high-level person, I have been in the Jueji Pavilion for almost six years, and I have only climbed to the second floor now."
Ruan Xiangyuan squatted down shoulder to shoulder with the technical house.
At this time, the person next to him was still laughing.
So Ruan Xiangyuan couldn't stand being laughed at. Damn, he laughed like a female ghost, can he bear it
"Before I came in, everyone thought I was a genius - if I had nodded, I would be the youngest programmer in the Security Bureau, you don't know how happy I was when their people came to the door... I was really happy It turns out that I haven't been forgotten by this world—" The clown's voice suddenly sank when he reached this point, "But the Pope disagrees."
"... You don't care if he agrees or not."
"It's useless," the clown gave another chuckle that didn't make sense, "you don't know, all the programs were created by the two of us together, looking at the entire Building No. I'm all alone... ah, you must think I'm fucking every night?"
Ruan Xiangyuan's hair was about to stand on end: "Please don't say it!"
"Actually not, I'm already tired of seeing the corridor on the second floor.
. The clown's voice was full of sarcasm, "For me, this place is full of air molecules that have the aura of the pope's semen. "
Ruan Xiangyuan was subconsciously suffocated by the clown's words.
"He hides his strength. If he relied on his brainpower, he would have been a high-level person—probably because of this, so he is particularly conceited. This, perhaps Bai Que can understand, they are all unwilling to become high-level people. It's not, I can't do it." At this time, Ruan Xiangyuan heard the voices of the people around him gradually sinking, "But I'm different, without him, I can't do anything... Even the principle of unlocking the combination lock of the cell was originally I only found out after the Pope reminded me."
At this time, Ruan Xiangyuan couldn't care less about sympathizing with Sleeping God lying down with a good gun in his hand. He cleared his voice and devoted himself to the work of comforting the glass-hearted inferiority emperor beside him: "...but the person who finally unlocked the lock is You."
The smile on the clown's face became even brighter: "Is this still important?"
Isn't it... not important
Ruan Xiangyuan was stunned, and for a moment he couldn't understand the way of thinking of people with high IQs.
He was silent, thought for a while, and was about to say something, when he turned his head, when he saw the smile on the clown's face, at that moment, the words that came to his mouth were almost frightened into "owwow", he trembled After a moment, he stretched out his hand and wiped the clown's face carefully and quickly—
Sure enough, it was wet.
Crying and laughing at the same time is very Qiong Yao.
But at this moment, Ruan Xiangyuan had to admit that he was tortured.
He moved the corners of his lips, and finally said hesitantly——
"Otaku...how about we step on your brother's face and climb on top of him?"
"..."
Under the whistling of the north wind, the black-haired young man with northwest wind also entered his mind. On that moonless night, he was successfully pasted on the wall by the nerdy Qiong Yao scene of his cellmate. At that time, the mud He patted his chest and promised that during the period around Christmas, he would step on the Pope's throne and lead all the comrades in this cell to the beautiful third floor.
"But, why can we go up to the third floor together when you reach the third floor?"
“……………………………”
this…
"Why? You have a good relationship with Eli?"
“……………………………”
If he really liked having his eggs stolen... that would probably be nice
"Newbie, talk
. "
"... Don't worry about such details."
... ... ...
Memories are over.
The camera turns back to the early floor battle on the day before Christmas.
At this moment, Ruan Xiangyuan was almost exhausted.
When every breath he took was accompanied by severe pain in his chest that seemed to be tearing apart, when he saw the people around him became blurred, when the pope in front of him began to appear double, he gasped heavily, in a trance Suddenly, he saw the clown standing not far from Rachel—
This guy didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.
However, this guy who didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end became the reason why Ruan Xiangyuan had to win—
The pope's fist was very hard, and it hurt when he was beaten in the face. When he was beaten, he would sometimes accidentally bite his tongue - that's probably why the bloody smell in his mouth came from.
But Ruan Xiangyuan knew that he was tired, and so was the pope.
They have been fighting for a long time.
All actions eventually become mechanical and unplanned.
When he was beaten to the ground by the Pope, he felt that he really couldn't get up again. Although he struggled hard, his hands and feet seemed to have been taken out of the bones at this time, limp, dead, and tight. stuck to the ground—
However, at this moment, there was only a loud roar that echoed in my mind——
why
!
Lao Tzu's little partner is obviously so good! !
Why should I be trampled under your feet! ! !
by! Varied! what! ! ! ! !
If you want to fuck, you should be the fucking one—do you know what it means to respect the old and love the young! ! !
That's your brother, scumbag! ! ! !
His eyes were swollen again from the beating—
When Ruan Xiangyuan was lying on the ground, watching the Pope staggering towards him, he knew that all he could do with all his strength was raise his hand to block the opponent's next attack—that's all.
Just failed like that
The dark-haired young man slowly closed his eyes—
But at this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar male voice.
The man's voice seemed to come from a very distant place, mixed in the noisy crowd, the deep voice was almost covered, but for some reason, it was still accurately transmitted to his ears in the end—
Rachel
What did you say
Ruan Xiangyuan moved his neck with difficulty, so he saw that the tall man was standing there in the same posture from the beginning to the end. Staring at him, not for a moment, he stood there like a god who could only be seen from a distance and not be played with, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, looking extremely contemptuous.
"-give up."
"—if that's all you're doing, stop insulting the position of 'king'."
"—I don't accept the guy who just wants to sit at the same height as me by chanting slogans."
I do not accept.
“……………………………”
Nguyen is far away from Sparta
.
He was lying dead on the ground, he was beaten until he was still breathing—the second "I don't accept" from the stupid master was ushered in? !
Can this be tolerated? ! !
There seemed to be something rolling in his chest—from the beginning to the end, Ruan Xiangyuan thought he was a knight in battle armor, riding a white horse, fighting for the honor of his friends.
Now he finds out he's not.
He was dead wrong.
The black-haired young man gritted his teeth. When the pope approached again, he was about to give him a fatal blow. He raised his hand and ruthlessly hooked the opponent's neck. With this force, he raised his upper body with difficulty, using His own head hit the opponent's jaw heavily—
At this moment, he heard a click—
It's the beautiful sound of fragile jawbones cracking and dislocating.
The Pope collapsed before he could even utter a word.
But Ruan Xiangyuan slowly got up from the ground—
He even forgot to look at the expression on the clown's face.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he was looking for a pair of azure blue pupils—
He's not some shit knight on a white horse.
He's just a vicious dog.
He has always been fighting for the day when he can squat arrogantly at the same height as his stupid master, trying hard to climb up, and stay by his side with a smug attitude.
that is it.
He returned to the Absolute Wing Pavilion just for this.
This point, he will never forget, bah.
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