Urban God-level Selection System

"Then please call him."

This person commanded people to always feel as they should. This made Yang Xiaoyu a little unhappy, and said, "No.

sorry\"~" "I can pay you."

Is Yang Xiaoyu the kind of person who sells morals for money, "Okay, how much do you give!?"

Jiang Yiran, a member of the Xianyu Game Club, is known as the most talented female game player.

Not long ago, she followed the guild's arrangement and entered this trump card fight.

Originally, she used the guild's extraordinary account to directly accompany the training, but she asked to start from the beginning, one is to polish the foundation, and the other is to see her strength geometry.

She deserves to be a genius player. She won the game one after another when she entered the game.

He was about to be promoted to Silver, but he was matched with a Black Iron account.

It stands to reason that her high rank cannot be matched by the opponent's exaggeration. This can only show that in the same rank, he has no opponents.

She clicked on the Black Iron account and found that it was all victories, and the comprehensive time was shorter than that of a professional player like her.

This made her suddenly interested.

The result of the game can be imagined. In 30.33 seconds, she was successfully ko by half blood.

From that moment on, the technique controlled by that person deeply attracted her.

This does not come from the conventions of professional players, but a kind of free spirit and freedom.

This is the one who dominates the game in a real sense.

So, she tried to fight this opponent again and again.

But the opponent did not agree until tonight.

But not that person.

She used a price of 10,000 yuan to get that person to contact the opponent.

The time points to 11 o'clock in the evening. In the club, a tall, thin man made a cup of coffee and put it at her table.

"Why, are you still brooding about today?"

Jiang Yiran looked at his coach Chen Cheng and said, "Coach, I will play with that person again tomorrow. If you look at it, you may have unexpected gains."

"Oh~ speaking from your mouth, I became interested in an instant."

Yang Xiaoyu received a huge sum of 10,000 yuan, so why should he help with work?

Early in the morning, he pestered Zhang Wanlin and said, "Teacher Zhang, you can save me. She has to fight you, and I have nothing to do."

"Why do you have to and me?

Isn't it with you? "

Zhang Wanlin took a sip of tea in front of the podium, read the textbook, and prepared the lesson.

Generally speaking, he hugs his feet and prepares before class, but the effect seems to be very good.

"My skills are so bad, she doesn't like it."

"Then find a good technique."

"Yes, am I looking for you?"

"That's not OK.

I rejected Lu Fei and the others. Why should I help you?

right.

This is not fair to them. "

Yang Xiaoyu was really anxious.

If you don't help, the 10,000 yuan can fly.

Although his family is still a petty bourgeoisie, but 10,000 yuan, this pie will not be picked for nothing.

He thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Why else, as long as you promise to fight her, I will achieve a score of 80 or more in all subjects, and lying is a puppy."

Hearing this, Zhang Wanlin became slightly interested, turned his head to look at him and said: "90 points."

"It's too difficult."

"If it doesn't work, pull it down."

"Okay, ninety points!"

Zhang Wanlin took Yang Xiaoyu's game console and said, "Then I'll fight her when I turn around, OK."

"You have to be before morning."

Yang Xiaoyu asked.

After the first Chinese get out of class was over, Yang Xiaoyu came to remind him again. Zhang Wanlin finally said, "Well, I'll go and fight her right now, right?"

If he doesn't say that, Zhang Wanlin can't guarantee that he will be annoyed by him in the next class.

Upon hearing that Teacher Zhang was about to help Yang Xiaoyu fight the trump card again, a gang of people rushed to the side and roared.

"Ah, teacher, you are too unfair, and you help Yang Xiaoyu play again."

"That's right.

We have been begging you for a long time. "

"Yes, it's not fair."

Zhang Wanlin raised his brows and said, "I can help you too, so you must first promise me 90 points or more in each subject."

The students were taken aback, and it turned out that it was Yang Xiaoyu who had signed a treaty of bereavement and humiliation.

Who can meet this demanding requirement?

It is impossible.

The students quieted down for a while.

"Look at it, don't squeeze forward."

Zhang Wanlin entered the game and saw the invitation letter as soon as he came in, as if he knew he was going online at this moment.

He clicked in.

The cowboy said, "Is that the man now?"

Zhang Wanlin typed his reply: "Well, as you wish."

Audience on the side: "Fuck it, hit it, chirping."

"Okay, let's start."

Zhang Wanlin is still a boxer, not because he is very good at it, but because he is too lazy to change.

For the game in front of him, he was not interested at all.

If it wasn't for Yang Xiaoyu's performance, who would be so boring to play this game.

The students around are staring at the electronic screen intently, which is more focused than before in class.

The cowgirl took the lead, slammed a whip and slammed it to the face of the boxer.

The fighter immediately reacted, leaning over and sprinting into a position, punching with his fists.

It stands to reason that this punch should be able to hit the opponent, but the opponent just knew it, and it turned over in front of the boxer. Not only did he escape smoothly, but he moved his position behind the boxer.

"Second."

Lu Fei couldn't help shouting.

This trick is less than silver, including 80% of silver, and there is no such mature technology.

However, what surprised everyone was that the boxer even knew her way, quickly elbow back and hit the opponent's back.

Immediately afterwards, a series of attacks were displayed in an orderly manner, and the offensive was fully grasped.

When the battle was getting into intense heat and the cowboy girl had only a ray of blood, Zhang Wanlin suddenly put down the game console, as if thinking of a major event, picked up the tea cup next to it, slowly unscrewed it, and took a sip like enjoying.

It was strange that I was thirsty while beating.

Just as he thought so, a group of students looked at him with incomprehensible eyes.

"Who would leave halfway through the game?"

"And leaving just to drink water."

"Damn! Obviously so wonderful."

This group of students looked at Zhang Wanlin with hatred of iron and steel, and had an urge to tear him with their hands.

Obviously they are about to win.

"You don't need to look at me with that look, see how I call it back."

Zhang Wanlin just took the game console, but saw the game over reminder.

This is too fast to die.

In the idle fish game club on the other side.

Jiang Yiran succeeded in knocking out his opponent with a set of high explosive combos, but there was no joy at all on his beautiful face.