I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

"Tonight's math lecture!" Yuan Guang was excited, "They said you broke Chu Long's record!"

The voice in the toilet breathed a sigh of relief, "What kind of big news am I supposed to be, that's all? You go to work in UC, and you can make big news about even trivial things."

"What is this? Chulong's record! Chulong! Nicknamed the Overlord of Western Chu! I'm not in the competition team. I know his status as the supreme god of mathematics. Don't you know?" Yuan Guang said to his roommate. The reaction was dissatisfying.

"Wujiang, the overlord of Western Chu, killed himself, and he is not invincible." A haughty cold snort came from the toilet, "Give me half a year, and I can crush Chulong with one hand!"

"Well, if you say you are fat, you will pant, right?" Yuan Guang laughed.

"You don't believe it? The old god is dead, and the new god will be established! I am the Emperor of Counting Lives who specializes in dragon slaying!" Song He boasted.

"You can take a break, Chulong is already in his third year of high school, and when you grow up next year or two, he will graduate and leave early." Yuan Guang said with a smile.

"It doesn't take that long. Before Chu Long graduates, I can beat him in mathematics! Let him leave Jinghai No. 4 Middle School with humiliation!"

"Okay! I believe you! Anyway, the two of us are shutting the door in the dormitory and bragging, whatever we want!" Yuan Guang laughed.

...

At the same time, another male dormitory building.

Chu Long was lying on the bed with his mobile phone in his hand, and he was crazily leveling in "The Continent of Questions". He poked and poked his fingers, and the math problems exploded like bubbles.

Suddenly, the dormitory door was pushed open, and a fat classmate sneaked around, "The big thing is bad!"

"Huh?" Chu Long's eyes were still fixed on the phone.

"Your record has been broken!" Fatty said in a choked tone, "It was broken by a boy named Gao! A freshman named Song He!"

Chu Long frowned, put down his phone and turned his head, "What record?"

"Mr. Zhai Zhu's topology lectures, don't you give four questions every year? You made one and a half questions back then, and Song He went up this year, and you made all four questions! It is said that the scene is very sensational!" The fat man said, "Now the whole school It's crazy!"

"Oh, that!" Chu Long smiled, with a face full of indifference, "Enlightenment questions, it doesn't matter."

"But your status has been impacted!" Fatty exaggerated the atmosphere, "If God bleeds, people won't believe in it so much!"

"Don't panic, as long as I'm still in Jinghai No. 4 Middle School, no one can challenge my mathematical status." Chu Long raised his phone again.

Fatty hesitated to speak, closed the dormitory door and left.

Chu Long continued to level up, breaking through math problems one after another.

Suddenly, the dormitory door opened again, and a thin classmate stood at the door.

"Chu Long, the sky is falling!"

"In the first year of high school, there was a brat named Song He who broke your record!"

Chu Long nodded calmly, "Understood."

"Why are you so calm?" The thin man was surprised, "Are you not panicking at all?"

"It's just a few questions, do you think I care?" Chu Long smiled, "It doesn't matter."

The thin man was stunned for a moment, "That's right! You are indeed the supreme god of mathematics! Full of concentration and mastery, I admire you!"

...

There was the sound of flushing from the toilet, Song He walked to the sink and washed his hands.

Suddenly, a system prompt popped up in front of my eyes:

[Chu Long heard that you broke his record, he was horrified, his resentment value +200! 】

[Chu Long regards you as a threat, full of fear, resentment value +300! 】

[Chu Long's status in the arena has been shaken by you, he is flustered, resentment value +200! 】

Song He was surprised. He thought it was a small matter, but he didn't expect Chu Long to react so strongly. Could it be a big thing?

The corner of his mouth curled up a little.

A week ago, he was still in awe of Chu Long, like a god.

But after the topological epiphany, the math level soared to nearly 30 levels at once, and he seemed to open the door to a new world!

Compared with the old method of working hard on the questions and gradually upgrading, now there are new methods such as "epiphany", which can greatly improve the level.

After unlocking the new training posture, Song He immediately ignited the confidence to chase Chu Long.

What about the Supreme God of Mathematics? Can't Lao Tzu kill God?

You know, Chu Long's level was only gold level 28 a few weeks ago.

At that time, Song He was still a junior bronze, facing the gold rank, he naturally had a fearful mentality like facing a towering mountain.

But today is not what it used to be. Song He's math level has skyrocketed. He is currently at silver level 61, only less than seventy levels away... Grass, it seems that there is still a big gap.

The problem is not big, and there is plenty of time. When the Kungu King BOSS battle wins the top ten, you can still ask Lao Zhuang to sell a wave of math problems. At that time, with the help of knowledge rebates, the upgrade speed will definitely increase significantly!

Song He sat down at the table, took out the two mobile phones, and prepared to practice.

Suddenly, he found that there was a red dot of unread messages on the campus forum, and he clicked on it, and it turned out to be a previous group.

Look carefully, he is not calm anymore, Yu Anbang is bubbling!

Yu Anbang: "@Song He, double contest! Not bad not bad!"

Yu Anbang: "It's a pity that I've been busy with work these past few days, otherwise I could impart some experience to you."

The time of the message was two minutes ago, maybe Yu Anbang was still online, Song He hastily sent a message excitedly.

Song He: "Hello, senior! It's been many years since you graduated, but your legend is still circulating in the school!"

After posting the message, Song He waited anxiously, it's always right to brag about it first.

Sure enough, Yu Anbang replied happily!

Yu Anbang: "Haha, that's too exaggerated. Talented people come out from generation to generation. Every class has its own legend. How could you still remember me? Brother Song He, I hope you will work hard and become a legend of your class." .”

Tactician: "Oops! Rare customer! Anbang is bubbling!"

Master Tactician: "Anbang, what are you doing now? Can you tell me about it?"

Song He was also staring at the phone screen nervously, he was very curious about this legendary old senior.

Yu Anbang: "I've been working on ink for printers recently, and the new ink will be developed soon."

Yu Anbang: "It's offline, I don't want to chat anymore, I'm going to stay in the lab overnight."

Song He looked at the news in the group, thinking about it.

printer? What kind of printer? Is it the kind of printer I understand?

After a while, Song He shook his head, it's important to get down to business.

He took out a note from his pocket, which was the group number given by Chu Long at noon.

Enter the group number, and quickly join a new group. The group name is simple and rude, "Encircle and suppress the king of poison!"

Most of the group members are math competition students, Chu Long is the group leader, Qiu Lingshan and Leng Xiangwen are both in the group.

Coincidentally, the group was having a text meeting.

Chu Long: "The task tonight is arduous. We need to search for the Wan Poison King and surround and wipe him out. As soon as we find any traces of the Wan Poison King, report the coordinates to the group as soon as possible!"

Leng Xiangwen: "Everyone must be careful, the Wan Poison King is very high-level, he can already refine people into small zombies, and his methods are extremely disgusting!"

A group of friends quickly came out to discuss the tactics of attacking the big zombies and conduct sand table deduction.

As expected of a group chat of mathematics competition students, the group of friends actually began to speculate on the combat power data of different levels, trying to carry out simple mathematical modeling, and formulate the optimal battle plan against the Wan Poison King.

Song He sneered and opened Wu Xiao's group chat.

There was also a pre-war mobilization meeting in the group, and the biology competition students were more reckless, shouting and killing.

Wu Xiao: "Last night's blood feud, tonight must be paid with blood!"

Du Lai: "The game can be lost, but the God of War all night must die!"

Ji Yun: "Let's level up before 1 o'clock. Our level is too low to repeat the same mistakes."

Wu Xiao: "Before 1 o'clock, everyone will practice their own levels to increase the level quickly! After 1 o'clock, we will gather to fight and completely wipe out the All-night God of War! If all goes well, after killing the All-night God of War, we will also destroy the King of Poisons!"

After some impassioned slogans, the group of friends entered the game to practice leveling one after another.

Song He sneered.

Want to level up?

Want to kill me?

I can make you develop, and my surname is not Song!

Tonight, massacre the city!