Since the summer vacation, Dynamic has created a new group called: Summer Team.

There are 301 three animals in this group, 302 cannon frogs, and then colds. Su Jie, Xunmei, Xiao Tiantian and Black and White Angels. Compared with another group, except Zhen Lang and Shuimi'er, everyone else is there.

"The boss has been too diligent recently. After practicing the big account and the small account, he can't stop at all." The webmaster said in the group.

"You are so diligent, is this? It's clear that you are numbing yourself by using games. It's the same as drinking to drown your sorrows." Erpang said.

"I'm so awesome when I drink to drown my sorrows? I can't beat the captain's trumpet now." I cried bitterly when I caught a cold.

"On the top floor, yesterday I was caught by the captain as a strong man. I played 50 games with him and was beaten up by blood for 38 games, 38 games!" Xunmei also burst into tears.

"It's not a solution to continue like this. It's been more than ten days. The boss has never spoken in his voice. He is so slim to write like gold." Dong sighed: "Sister, what's wrong with Miss Xiaomi? She has been graduation for almost two weeks. Why don't you go to WeChat and contact the people? "

"What do you mean? Don't say it as if Xiaomi is owed a lust." Su Jie was displeased and cursed directly: "What's wrong with Xiaomi? She gave all the things she could give to Selang, even for food. Has Selang bought her a piece of clothing and a bouquet of flowers?"

"It makes sense. Sister Xiaomi is different from that seven-year green tea. She has done everything she can do. If you say you have any debts, it is the boss who owe her. Third Master, I can't stand on your side this time." said the webmaster.

"I don't agree. In terms of material things, Miss Xiaomi does not owe the boss. But in terms of spirit, the harm caused to the boss may be ten times more serious than that of the seven-year green tea." The dynamic turned into the man who expressed dissatisfaction this time: "Think about it, the boss was about to be relieved from the shadow of that green tea, but when he encountered Miss Xiaomi, he was torn open his wound, sprinkled salt on his wound, and poured a bottle of chili water!"

"This is not unreasonable. Even if you want to break up, the senior sister should make it clear in person, right? If you don't make a phone call or send a WeChat message, it's okay! I've just been missing for more than ten days, what does it mean?" Dapao said.

"I said why are you guys so gossiping? Why are you guys involved in other couples? "Mo Xiang started to type and speak, as if she was not concerned about her own affairs.

"On the top floor." Ye Yingying said concisely.

", don't say Xiaomi so ruthlessly, okay?" Su Jie has become the person who supports Shumier at this time and said directly: "Xiaomi has never contacted me. Isn't this a lice on the bald head? Isn't it obvious? Her mobile phone must have been confiscated by Aunt Lan!"

"Who is Aunt Lan?" Erpang said curiously.

Su Jie: "It's Xiaomi's mother."

"It's unscientific. What era is this? Your mobile phone is confiscated. Can't you send a message on your computer or email? Besides, even elementary school students have mobile phones these days. You can just find a passerby to log in to WeChat by borrowing a mobile phone to connect to the organization." This time the webmaster began to express dissatisfaction.

"Second guy, Xiaomi has been abroad for a long time. Do you think you can send WeChat messages by just finding a mobile phone abroad?" Su Jie said, sighed, and said, "Besides, you don't know the situation at Xiaomi's house at all."

After hearing what my elder sister said, everyone was silent.

"Advisor, we have already played a thousand games. I have played hundreds of games with you. I won't play with you in the future."

On the afternoon of July 6, Renjian Heyi typing and chatting with Zhen Lang in the game.

"Master, I still have a lot of things to learn from you. How about a thousand more sessions?" Zhen Lang typed.

"No more, I have taught you all the basic routines. Don't think about fighting with me all day long in the future. Go down and watch the video more, use your brain more, and experience the essence of it. If you have the ability to become a professional player, you will teach you the master's advanced routines." The attitude of human and sword unity was very firm, and immediately changed the topic: "Advisor, I'll talk more, have you been heartbroken recently?"

Zhen Lang asked back: "Why are you asking this?"

"Who has never been young? Master, I'm here too. You'll be wrong when you see your condition." Renjian Heyi said: "Your style of playing is quite extreme in the past ten days, and you feel like you're obsessed with it. It's obvious that there's something wrong with your mentality."

"I think my level has improved."

Zhen Lang expressed dissatisfaction, and his current ability improved to 84 a few days ago.

"That's right, through this crazy practice, you have become more solid in your basic skills. You have learned a lot of routines. It seems that your level has improved a little bit. However, your tactical style has completely gone on a wrong path." The man and sword unity saw the problem very thoroughly and said to the point: "You fight with me these days, and your thinking is too extreme, and it is completely a hard-working rhythm. This essentially deviates from the characteristics of the profession of summoning and sacrificial profession. You like to fight with people and play warriors or knights. Calling sacrifice is not a profession that is hard-working with your opponents."

Zhen Lang was speechless.

"Advisor, I can see that you work hard, but what you give me during this period is that you are forcing yourself to burn the small universe." The analysis of the human-sword and sword unity is more accurate: "I tell you from the probability theory that the situation of emotional frustration and then stimulating potential to burn the small universe does exist, but this probability does not exceed 10. In the case of 90, this state will cause you to be emotionally unstable, have a mess, and perform abnormally."

Zhen Lang couldn't speak even more and fell into deep thought.

"Your vulgar and sharp style in the past was very consistent with the characteristics of summoning and sacrificing profession. Now you are taking a path that is too magical. I want to say it to be a bit ugly. You have lost yourself. I'll give you eight words to your master: adjust yourself and relax your mindset."

After saying this, Renjian Heyi went offline directly.

At this time, Zhen Lang didn't realize that this was the last time he had joined the man and sword in a game in his college career.

The next time he had a conversation with the man and sword was several years later.

After exiting the game, Zhen Lang lay on the bed, looking at his phone repeatedly.

"My mother may confiscate my cell phone and wait for me. I will contact you later."

This is the day of the graduation ceremony, when Shumier and her father left, she secretly left a WeChat message to Zhen Lang.

Every day after that, Zhen Lang was waiting.

This kind of waiting was rewarded today, and Shumier suddenly sent a message: "I signed many unequal treaties with my mother, and I am finally free. I have found a job, and you have to work hard, and I hope to see you on TV one day. In short, you have to be fine and don't forget our seven-year agreement."

Zhen Lang smiled. From June 25th to today, he smiled for the first time.

He didn't know what to say, so he gave a silly chatting expression.

"Ah, are you actually online?" Shuimi'er said with a fiery expression: "What a foolish smile, are you talking to me?"

Zhen Lang typed very seriously: "Wife, I've decided, I'm going to explode, I'm going to do a big deal. Wait for me, one day I'll go to the other side of the ocean and then take you to elope!"
Chapter completed!