[Online Games] Yaoxing Wuji

When everyone was young, there may have been a goal in his heart that he looked up to and was regarded as a goal to chase.Although there is more or less dissatisfaction in it, it is occasionally talked about, pretending to be casually mentioned to friends with a little bit of pride.

The most commonly used sentence pattern is: "XXX, I know him, he blablabla..."

Jiang Fan was no exception.

When I was younger, when Jiang Fan and Chu Ziming were still struggling with how to pass the Super Mario 2-2 underwater level, that person had already pressed the B button to break through the 8-1 extremely RP Dachangkeng, finally defeated the ultimate demon king and embraced the princess back.Occasionally, after the game is cleared, when sitting on the floor and looking around boredly, Jiang Fan and Chu Ziming, who came to visit with the aunts from the same community, cast a cold and indifferent expression on the envious expressions of Jiang Fan and Chu Ziming squatting at the door of their bedroom. Cold glance.

When Super Mario was not as exciting as Contra, Jiang Fan and Chu Ziming teamed up, their thirty lives were in a hurry, and it was difficult to kill the person who passed the whole process with three lives alone. Chu Ziming threw himself on the ground in admiration.So much so that the first thing after dinner every day was to rush to that man's house with Chu Ziming and concentrate on observing and studying.

When he was in junior high school, Jiang Fan once scratched his head and couldn't solve a math problem.It was also his luck that the man happened to come to his house to get some things under the order of his mother.When he passed by him, he seemed to only glance at it casually, but when he took the things home to do business, the two soft words "unpack" still penetrated into Jiang Fan's ears clearly.

When he was older, Jiang Fan would hook shoulders with Chu Ziming, point to the posters on the wall of the high school, and proudly show off to his classmates: "This XXX who won the national award is a brother who is familiar with our family, ha Ha ha."

As for familiarity, Jiang Fan's mother, Chu Ziming's mother, and that aunt are really familiar with each other. They often study ancient Chinese architecture together, isn't it...

In the winter vacation of the third year of high school, Jiang Fan was tired from reading, and happened to pass by his house when he was relaxing in the community.The auntie greeted Jiang Fan very enthusiastically, and the bedroom had long since disappeared from the memory of the boy sitting on the floor, replaced by a young man who was also sitting on the floor and reading a book against a big cotton pad.The rare winter sun shines in warmly, outlining the outline of his side face... Obviously the other party didn't move at all, but at that moment, Jiang Fan seemed to have returned to the excitement when he was hiding outside his door and watching his games when he was a child .Even the temperature in the room, which was originally warm and comfortable, seemed to have become a little too hot.

There is no more Super Mario, no Contra, no tenderness to softly point out the key to solving a problem, and indifference to look at yourself, even the embarrassment of being directly caught when you turn your head when you are bragging with your classmates seems to have disappeared. In the side face that is too handsome in the sun...

That day was also the first time that Jiang Fan had a long conversation with the insurmountable goal in his mind when he was young.It is said to be a long time, but in fact it is only half a day.But it was that interview that made Jiang Fan's blood boil with uncontrollable enthusiasm even when he relayed it to Chu Ziming later.

And that passion has been burning for half a year.In the past six months, he beat Jiang Fan and Chu Ziming, worked hard and studied as hard as he could for half a year, and finally got admitted to that person's university as he wished.

On the first day of freshmen's registration, he walked towards himself and Chu Ziming who were standing stupidly at the school gate with a big backpack on their backs from a distance.It was as if after countless times of training in his youth, he finally passed the last level of Super Mario and stood next to the princess. Jiang Fan showed him a brighter smile.

Later, Jiang Fan discovered his own sexual orientation, and the bamboo horse Chu Ziming gradually occupied half of the country.And that person, although he used to be the goal I had been chasing after when I was young, the unshakable high mountain in my mind at that time, but as I grew older, as Mario followed Contra and those memories Gradually faded, and became a little blurred.

So Jiang Fan could only stare at the person in front of him with his eyes wide open. After a long time, he finally found his own voice, but the voice was so unfamiliar that he couldn't recognize it: "Yan... Yan Mocheng..."

Yan Mocheng's breathing has stabilized, and the unnatural redness and panting appearance on his face when he opened the door at first are gone.The boy in Jiang Fan's memory gradually reappeared, but the difference was that the gaze he was looking at him was no longer the cold glance he had when he was sitting on the bedroom floor in boredom.

If eyes can attract souls... Jiang Fan thinks that Mocheng's eyes are probably one of the most powerful vortexes in the world, especially when he looks at you seriously with a smile and anticipation.

When Yan Mocheng laughed, his eyes were really slightly curved, but Jiang Fan didn't see him smile very often before, otherwise he had watched countless times in the game and broke the city with guns. Brother bent his eyes and smiled treacherously It looks like it should have been associated with it a long time ago.

Uh, well, Yan Mocheng in front of him doesn't feel treacherous.But as long as he thinks that he is going to break through the city with a gun, and thinks of all kinds of tricks in the game, Jiang Fan takes a step back to make sure that he can't touch his hair again, and then speaks again, He asked again with some uncertainty: "Break the city with a gun?"

Yan Mocheng smiled, walked in and closed the door casually, turned his head slightly to look at Jiang Fan, and said, "It can also be Brother Pocheng."

Jiang Fan wanted to help his forehead, very much.

No matter how cheerful Brother Pocheng yells in the game and swipes the screen, even if it is accompanied by various sound effects, it is only four words.But speaking from Yan Mocheng who is alive with warmth and a smile, that is simply...

Jiang Fan regretted it again, as expected, he must never play a shemale when playing games, if he makes a mistake, he will be hated forever!

"Is there any tea?"

"The first shelf of the cabinet on the left..."

Jiang Fan, who was still thinking about how to support his forehead, stared blankly at Yan Mocheng as if he had arrived at his own home. He washed the cups, found a pot, made tea, and then put two cups of steaming green tea with a faint fragrance on the table. On the coffee table.Watching this scene, a sentence naturally popped up in Jiang Fan's mind: Life is like a coffee table full of cups and utensils.If he hadn't played the transvestite account back then, he wouldn't have called him Brother Pocheng, and if he hadn't been crying and calling him Brother Pocheng, now he wouldn't have to stand aside and pretend to be a fool, just wanting to confuse that extremely embarrassing title. past……

"Come and sit." Yan Mocheng patted the seat next to him, saw Jiang Fan standing still, smiled and continued: "Even if you can be invisible, it will still be ineffective in front of the group spells of attacking mages. .”

Of course Jiang Fan knew this.

"What I promised will definitely count."

Jiang Fan began to recall what he had promised himself. After thinking about it, the conversation on the computer gradually took shape in his mind, going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire until the joke he made to scare the other party away, and finally remembered that Yan Mocheng was right. The first sentence I said.

Jiang Fan's face flushed suddenly, he clenched his fists and let them go, and finally he walked over to Yan Mocheng and sat down beside Yan Mocheng as if he was dying.

"I was joking."

"I know." Yan Mocheng said leisurely, "You think many people will retreat under such a joke. After all, the relationship between the same sex is not easy to be blessed." His eyes became serious, and he looked at it seriously. Looking at Jiang Fan's side face, looking at his wandering eyes, he concluded: "So you always think that I am just playing, treating it as a game."

Jiang Fan's eyes continued to wander, and he acquiesced.

"When you were young, you often hid outside my bedroom with Chu Ziming and watched me play games, Super Mario, Contra or others. When did you ever see me play as much as I am playing this game now?"

"Wipe!" Jiang Fan popped out the word reflexively, followed by Yan Mocheng's slight frown and lightly said "Huh?", and suddenly realized that he is not facing the computer screen, but sitting beside the deity .The opponent is not the game data that broke the city with a gun, but the soul that supports that set of data.Quickly explained: "I mean you can play so well if you don't take it seriously, what a genius!"

After I finished speaking, I regretted even more. Isn't this mode exactly the same as in the game? !

Sure enough, the eyes of Breaking the City with a Gun brightened up, and the smile became more obvious. He continued to ask: "A game that can be easily cleared, why do you think you play it over and over again?"

Jiang Fan was agitated, and looked at Yan Mocheng in disbelief, and instantly entered a petrified state, unable to say anything.

Yan Mocheng reached out and touched his head again, and said very gently: "If you want to ask anything, just ask. I will tell you whatever you ask today."

Jiang Fan nodded. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, and he didn't know where to start.

Yan Mocheng was quite patient, the smile on his face remained undiminished, and his eyes towards Jiang Fan became more and more gentle.

Jiang Fan raised his forehead, then raised his forehead again, and after a long time of ideological construction, he finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most all the time: "It's fine if you play games, why do you play the monster account?"

Although he was not very sure, Yan Mocheng's face seemed to be reddened a little, at least his speech was not as calm and composed as before, and he was confident in his chest.

"I thought with your personality, you definitely wouldn't play female numbers..."