The Antelope and Night Wolf

Ever since Qi Feng made a promise to He Jiawei, he really hasn't done any deviant behavior.Although He Jiawei was almost violated, it was an attempt after all. Besides, he didn't stand up to resist because he felt comfortable during the process, and he kicked him in the end, so it became unclear what was right and what was wrong.

The storm came and went quickly, but the traces of the storm were not so easy to eliminate. He Jiawei, who was "awakened" by Qi Feng, looked back and reflected on his usual behavior, as if he liked Qi Feng a little bit.

It's a pity that when he realized his true thoughts, Qi Feng became a gentleman again.

He Jiawei sneakily appeared in the largest computer city in Hushuo City, where the three-day Hushuo Division PVP final of "Soul Dan OL" was being held. Today is the second day, and it is also the day when Qi Feng played for the first time.

Recently, because Qi Feng was busy participating in this competition, he had left He Jiawei in the cold for a long time. He Jiawei was quite dissatisfied with this, but he couldn't show that he cared too much about Qi Feng, and even came to watch the competition secretly.

It's a pity that he practiced wild martial arts, not shadow martial arts, and he didn't know the stealth skills, so his whereabouts were quickly discovered.

"Sister-in-law is here to watch my brother compete," Qi Yingli greeted him with a loud voice.

He Jiawei really wanted to swing the ax over, "Who are you calling sister-in-law!"

This kid is really getting more and more lawless. At first he was called Brother Africa, and later he was called Tyrannosaurus Rex. Now, under someone’s instigation, he actually calls him sister-in-law carelessly. What’s even worse is that Qi Feng has no intention of stopping him at all. .

Under Qi Ying's warm greeting, other people naturally discovered He Jiawei, and Qi Feng's expression was not surprised at all, as if he was certain that he would come.

"Come and sit here," Qi Feng pointed to the empty seat next to him.

He Jiawei moved over seemingly unwillingly, and Qi Feng and his party were arranged to watch the game in the player's stand. The view here is better than that of ordinary spectators, and it is closer to the big screen.

"I came to see our president's match, not to see you," He Jiawei clarified for himself as soon as he sat down.

"Your president?" Qi Ying took the conversation, pointed to the competition seat and said, "That one?"

He Jiawei looked in the direction he pointed. There were two players on each side of the competition booth debugging hardware. At this point in the competition, many of the remaining players were professional players. Many of the hardware were self-provided. Headphones, monitors, and even the mouse pad must use their own.

He Jiawei had never met Murong before, so he didn't know what he looked like. He only knew that their team won the semi-finals yesterday, and this time happened to be the 2V2 finals.

"It should be," He Jiawei said vaguely, "Isn't this the final of 22?"

Another teammate of Qi Feng, the mage Luo Ming also asked at this time, "Shouldn't the final be played on the last day? Why is 22 placed today?"

"There are quite a few who play 22 and also play 55 at the same time, maybe because they are afraid of time conflicts," Qi Feng is the leader of the team and also works as an intelligence officer. "Murong's teammates are playing 55."

While they were chatting, the players' information was refreshed on the big screen. Murong was a mage, his teammate was a warrior, and the opponent was a very rare combination of dual priests. The talents of the players were hidden and could not be seen, but We have played many games in private and know each other like the back of our hands.

"Conjuration and Shadow Martial Arts, this pair is all about speed and control. It's a headache when you meet a team with strong endurance, not to mention that the opponent is a perverted combination of double priests," the younger brother commented.

Qi Feng agreed with his point of view, "On the opposite side, one destroys a monk, one sucks blood and the other resists, and the two can add to each other. They are not easy targets to kill quickly."

"Monks are priests?" Qi Ying interrupted, "It's really unpopular."

"Is there an unpopular one in the natural department?" Qi Feng looked to the other side, two young people had just walked into the player's bench, one of them looked quite sunny, and even whistled after seeing Qi Feng.

"You're in a good mood." Hearing Ling Yang whistle, Bai Long also glanced at Qi Feng and his party.

"Otherwise, you're going to be dejected," Ling Yang walked nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets, "It's good to have a handsome guy to keep your eyes on."

"They seem to be our opponents in the next game."

"how do you know?"

"There is one wearing Luo Ming's school uniform."

Ling Yang couldn't help admiring Bai Long's observation ability, just now he was patronizing to look at Qi Feng's face, only after Bai Long reminded him did he realize that it was true.It should be said that universities do not have school uniforms, but Luoming Sports Institute, which has uniform sportswear, is an exception.

It's no secret that Luo Mingfeng's role in the game starts with Luo Ming. Ling Yang knew Luo Mingfeng when he was still in Daishan. Later, they collectively transferred to the new server, but the arena was still played across servers.In the later stage, due to the lack of opponents, the teams with high records can only be matched by making appointments. Ling Yang also has little contact with Luo Mingfeng online, and they are fairly familiar with each other, but they have never met.

"Although I don't want to spoil your good mood on the eve of the game, but," Bai Long tilted his head to one side, motioning Ling Yang to look over there.

As soon as Ling Yang turned his head, he saw that Fan Beibei had also come to watch the match, and was talking to Meng Hu for some unknown reason. Ling Yang stared at the two for a while, lowered his head, curled his lips, and said nothing.

Fan Beibei was actually cheering Meng Hu up, "Come on, Ah Hu, if you win this round, you will enter the finals. After winning the championship, you can take advantage of the situation and confess your love to Ling Yang. Maybe he will agree as soon as he is happy."

Fan Beibei is the only person who knows Meng Hu's secret, and the condition for her to keep this secret is to marry Meng Hu's game account, because Meng Jiahu is the MT of the most beautiful guild in Daishan, and it is a must in the game to marry him. It's a very dignified thing.

Meng Hu is open-minded by nature, and never thinks of people in a bad way. Fan Beibei and he also grew up in the same courtyard, and he only thought it was due to the nature of a little girl when the other party proposed such a condition.

In addition, Fan Beibei has been actively advising Meng Hu and Ling Yang's affairs, Meng Hu has never taken precautions against her.

"By the way, I heard some rumors recently..." Meng Hu frowned.

"Is it about our relationship? Don't worry, those are all rumors. Others don't know that we are a fake marriage in the game."

"I'm worried that this will affect you badly."

Fan Beibei grinned, "I'll clarify this kind of thing, so don't worry about it, Ah Hu."

When Meng Hu came back to Ling Yang, he was sitting there with the mouse string in his mouth in a daze.

That mouse was bought for him by Meng Hu, and he used his first income - pilot student subsidy. In Meng Hu's conception, this money originally belonged to Ling Yang, and it was used to buy things for Ling Yang. It's normal.

But because I know Ling Yang so well, I had to make up excuses for giving him a bottle of milk when I was a child. Naturally, this expensive mouse has a very reasonable excuse: because they want to participate in the competition, sacrifices are very important, and this mouse can greatly improve sacrifices. Therefore, it is a public property, and it is stored in Ling Yang's place for the time being, which makes Ling Yang happily accept it.

As soon as Ling Yang loosened his teeth, the mouse cord fell off.

"I can return the mouse to you tomorrow." When he said this, he didn't turn his head, and kept staring at the players who were playing in the 22 finals in the distance.

Meng Hu's heart sank, "Why?"

"Isn't it just stored with me? I don't need it anymore after the competition is over tomorrow."

"You can also use it for writing and other things. Don't you often say that you can free your left hand to do other things with this mouse?"

Ling Yang shook his head, "My left hand is not crippled, it will rust if I don't practice it, you should take it, it's also easy to use when pulling bosses."

Meng Hu felt panicked, and remained silent for a while, while Bai Long glanced at the two of them calmly, but didn't speak.

This 2V2 final was particularly exciting. Murong's personal performance can be described as superb. Normally, Ling Yang would definitely be watching with full attention, but now, he is absent-minded when watching everything.

On the other side of the player's seat, the young Qi Ying was very excited to see, "This is simply my dream operation. If I partner with him, I will definitely win the championship!"

"They can win the championship without you," Qi Feng hit him mercilessly. Although the game was not over, Team Murong had a [-]% chance of winning.

"Huh," Qi Ying said with a disdainful syllable, "Although the magic weapon is powerful, the coordination of the magic ritual is king. With the cooperation of a high-end assistant priest like me, the curse mage can exert [-]% of its power. "

Qi Ying's words are not bragging. He has trained Phantom Beast priests, and basically walks the auxiliary route. His personal ability is limited, but the improvement of teammates' abilities is immeasurable. Almost every 5V5 team has a phantom beast priest. The arrangement is used to enhance the combat capability of the whole team.

"Aren't you going to go abroad?" He Jiawei suddenly remembered that he had heard about it a year ago, and today he still hasn't left after one year.

"Sister-in-law, are you reluctant to part with me?" Qi Ying started talking nonsense again, He Jiawei wanted to beat him up, but there was Qi Feng in the middle so he couldn't do it.

"You still want to fight after going abroad?" Qi Feng asked.

"Fight, why don't you fight, isn't it jet lag?" Qi Ying shrugged, "It's just that I don't want to play 33 anymore, it's boring, or 22 can better reflect my personal level, brother, you can find a partner by yourself , I'm going to form a group with that person," he pointed at Murong.

He Jiawei snorted, "How can you be so confident, our president may not like you."

Qi Ying proudly gave him a look that you are waiting to see.

The final is over, as expected, Team Murong won the championship, and the award ceremony will be tomorrow. Murong and his teammates packed up their things and walked to the player's bench, preparing to watch the next game. Murong was very energetic when playing the game. He returned to his old sleepless look.

"Brother Murong," Qi Ying descended from the sky, blocking Murong's way, when he said these four words, a harmless smile appeared on his face.

He Jiawei had the urge to rush out and vomit, "It's too fucking good to pretend."

Murong was taken aback by him, "Are you...?"

"Luo Ming Qi Er Shao," Qi Ying reported her game ID.

They are all playing PVP on the same server. Although they are in different groups, Murong has heard of this name. "So it's you, it seems like a priest? Do you need me?"

Qi Ying smiled obediently, and expressed her intentions directly, "I watched brother Murong's game, and I think our style of play is very compatible. Can I form 22 with me next season?"

"Ah?" Murong didn't react immediately.

"Although I am young, I am very skilled in manipulation. I will not lose even if I face FOX and Little Antelope in the old server."

The examples given by Qi Ying are all the best priests in the Hushuo area, and few people dare to boast of such a big Haikou, claiming to be equal to them, Murong's teammate burst out laughing, "I have no objection, you have a new With a strong partner, I can just concentrate on going back to play 55."

Murong was also amused by Qi Ying, he went up and patted the other person's head, "Little friend, be confident, not bad," he rummaged through the pockets of his clothes and trousers, and took out a lollipop, "This one please eat."

Qi Ying glanced at the lollipop in Murong's hand, but didn't pick it up, "Then how can brother Murong agree to partner with me?"

Murong thought for a while, "As long as you can beat me."

Hearing this condition, Qi Ying smiled brightly at the other party, and then stretched out his right hand. Murong thought he was coming to get the lollipop, but unexpectedly the other party grabbed his arm, and in a flash, Qi Ying made a beautiful pass on him. Shoulder fell and knocked to the ground.

He Jiawei in the stands had a mouth bigger than a bowl. He had known Qi Ying for so long, but he had never seen him make a move, or even see him training in the gym. Every time He Jiawei bullied him behind his back, he would He will only use the trick of "crying for his mother" to deal with him.

Pointing at Qi Ying, he fussed and said to Qi Feng, "Your brother fights, don't you, a brother, not care about it?"

Qi Feng looked calm and composed, "Our Qi family never practiced martial arts for the purpose of fighting."

"What is that for! Don't say it's for physical fitness!"

Qi Feng looked at him and slowly shook his head, "It's to achieve a certain purpose."

Qi Ying appeared above Murong with a smile, "Brother Murong, I won."

Murong was kicked out of nowhere for no reason, angry and funny, "You..."

"Just now you only said that you won, but you didn't say whether it was in the game or outside the game. Now that I have won, don't count your words."

Murong felt that he had been defeated by this kid, and his teammate was also out of breath with laughter at this moment, "You just go with it, anyway, you don't look like his opponent."

He got up helplessly and patted his hair, "Okay then, I'll try to form a team with you first... Even if you can't win in the game, at least you have a good chance of winning in real PK."

Qi Ying continued to smile with a harmless face, and didn't know whether it was the first half of the sentence or the second half of the sentence, "I will not let Brother Murong down."

"Let's go," Qi Feng led his little brother past the three of them, "It's time for us to play."

On the other side, Bailong and the little antelope walked in front, and Meng Hu followed them a few steps behind.