Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

"Tear it down, break it down, break it up for me!"

In front of the computer, the internet-addicted boy Lu Mingfei was controlling the human army to massacre at the Zerg base. Countless puppies were burned and howling.

Cold-faced senior brother Chu Zihang stood nearby and watched for a long time, feeling a little emotional when he saw this scene.

Nearly two hours have passed since my junior brother came into contact with this game. From being in a hurry at the beginning to being able to play it with ease now, from being beaten by a human machine and running around to playing with the computer at 73, it can be said that the progress has been rapid.

He was thinking that if he could make money playing games in the future, his junior brother would probably not starve to death by relying on StarCraft, and he would still be able to live a very nourishing life.

After all, when I was browsing the forum before, I saw someone posting that this game was ridiculously rare and it took me a month to get started. A bunch of people echoed it and said that just beating the human versus the machine would cost them their lives.

If it was true as they said, then the junior brother would not be blessed with rice by God, but would be directly planting rice in his stomach.

At this time, the game was over. Lu Mingfei stretched out and said: "This game is quite fun. When I have perfected my skills, I will challenge Lao Xia Tou in a duel. If I don't want to beat him to pieces, I will write the word "fei" upside down. !”

He found that he was quite talented in playing this game. Although it was a bit difficult to get started at the beginning, he gradually figured out how to play the game after being beaten by the human and the machine. Now he can dream about playing 1v2 in the human-machine mode.

And when you can achieve 1v7 and win effortlessly, you can try to play against players.

There is no way, no matter how much you play in human-machine mode, you can only abuse the human-machine, which will not help improve your strength. If you want to improve, you can only go to real players to compete.

If someone like Lu Mingze plays The King of Fighters and always abuses his skills and does not compete with the masters, then the level of the game will naturally not improve, and defeating Uncle Xia can only be an empty talk.

"Hey, I don't know what uncle is doing now. Did he buy us souvenirs from the capital? I heard that the roast duck over there is very famous." Lu Mingfei had only been apart for a long time, but Lu Mingfei was already missing a certain otaku uncle.

Without him, happiness always feels less pure.

After hearing this, Chu Zihang silently handed the phone to him.

"No, there's no need to bother him about this."

Lu Mingfei quit the game. The group of young women's girlfriends downstairs has disbanded. It's time to start training in the afternoon.

When the two went downstairs, Su Xiaoyan was the only one left in the living room watching TV. Seeing that the two were finally willing to go out, she just teased them and had no intention of following them to the basketball gym to join in the fun.

"Today I will teach you Xia first..." When he arrived at the basketball hall, Chu Zihang was about to tell Lu Mingfei about the afternoon training plan when he saw him crying and looking like he had lost millions. He couldn't help but curiously said: " What's wrong?"

"Hey, I lost Jingzhou because of my carelessness." Xiaolu's voice was full of sorrow and heavyness, and he pressed the monitor button on the multi-function watch.

This morning, he and his senior brother discussed the plot against Master Xia, and turned off the monitoring function to prevent the plan from being leaked. As a result, he completely forgot about it afterwards!

It's rare that my senior brother opened his mouth today. He said so many things during a meal, but he couldn't record them all.

If the monitoring function was running normally, he would have less than one-third of his task volume today, and he would be losing money to his grandma's house.

"Uncle Xia gave you this watch?" Seeing his depressed look, Chu Zihang knew that it must be Master Xia who was causing trouble again.

"Yes, he said this thing can prevent me from being lazy." Lu Mingfei didn't hide anything from his senior brother. He told all the functions of the watch that he knew, and wanted to take Chu Zihang to study it and what else it had. Function.

It's just that Chu Zihang doesn't have much research on watches, so he can't give much valuable advice.

What's more, the watch is a precision instrument. If it is tampered with casually and causes internal problems, it will be difficult to explain when Master Xia comes back.

Lu Mingfei was also worried that there would be an anesthetic needle hidden inside like a certain death primary school student's watch. Considering Uncle Xia's integrity, it was not impossible, so he could only reluctantly give up this discussion activity with a lot of communication links, and instead went to Chu Zihang frequently asked questions when explaining knife skills.

It was getting late, and the afternoon passed like this.

When the sun was setting in the west, Lu Mingfei finally completed his daily task, but the price was that his hands were so sore that he could hardly lift them up.

His arms were drooped at his sides, and he looked at Chu Zihang who still had the strength to swing his sword, his eyes filled with wonder and envy: "Senior brother, how did you persevere?"

The young classmate Xiaolu didn't know that dear senior brother Chu would practice more every time he returned home. He only thought that he insisted on swinging the knife a thousand times a day, and that he paid attention to quantity while also taking into account quality, and required every knife to be steady, accurate and hard. .

It would be fine if there was a target, so that he could vent his accumulated strength, but this kind of empty attack felt like he was holding his breath and felt uncomfortable.

In Japanese kendo, this training method is also called "Suzhen", and it is a basic movement that every kendo practitioner must practice.

In the Kendo class at the Children's Palace, the class leader requires students to complete a hundred non-stop Suzhen exercises every day before class, and also recommends that everyone should exercise more after returning home.

This is because repeated repeated exercise can effectively increase muscle strength and improve one's own strength, explosive power and endurance.

The most important point is that through thousands of exercises, the body can remember the action of swinging the knife, and it can complete the action of swinging the knife according to muscle memory and body instinct without thinking.

In this way, even if we encounter actual combat, we can save extra thinking time and strike first.

And Chu Zihang has practiced swordsmanship for so many years. Completing Su Zhen a thousand times is just a slightly more intense warm-up for him. It is not even as hard as practicing the Xia Ji Ba Sword three times.

Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's inquiry, he put down his wooden sword, thought for a moment, and said a wise saying: "Just get used to it."

"Very good, you are indeed a fool." Mr. Lu was speechless and could only give a thumbs up to express his admiration.

After looking at the time, it was almost time to go back. If my uncle and aunt came back from get off work later, they would see Lu Mingze alone at home. They would probably both be criticized.

Because he was going to be a guest at his senior brother's house, Lu Mingfei put on his spare clothes at noon. At this moment, he was sweating and embarrassed to say goodbye to Chu's mother, so he thought of just taking the car back.

But this was not in line with Chu Zihang's way of hospitality, so he took him back to the villa on the spot and put him into new clothes that he had not worn yet.

They are both very similar in height and shape, so there is no need to worry about size.

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At the same time, a certain little dragon girl in the Nibelungen finally finished setting up the stage. She stood on the platform with her hands on her hips and looked at the group of sickle and weasel performers, nodding her head:

"Very good, everything is ready, all we have to do is for the hero to throw himself into a trap."

I originally wanted to write a two-in-one chapter, but it turned out that it felt awkward at over 3,000 words, so I simply deleted it and re-wrote it.

But tonight, I don’t know whether I ate the wrong thing or something. I felt restless and uncomfortable all over. I ran to the toilet three times and vomited out bile.

The second update has to wait until tomorrow. Now I can’t even sit still, and I feel like the world is spinning.

terribly sorry.