I'm Really A Newcomer

After getting the network card at the bar, Jiang Mian found the computer and sat down.

The entire place was basically playing "Dawn" except for a few people watching the video.

Jiang Mian glanced at the girl at the next table who was also playing "Dawn" with some surprise. If Jiang Mian's current appearance could only be distinguished by those who were familiar with it, then the girl's whole body could be said to be so well-armed that even her mother could not recognize her. come out.

Not just a mask and a hat, the girl even wore a pair of huge sunglasses. Her face was hidden by layers of coverings, and even her facial contours were blurred, leaving only a few swaggering pink hairs playfully curled up from behind her white ears.

The girl was playing Lu Hongyu. Jiang Mian took a few glances and felt that her level was much better than the average player.

Calculating, these days should be the end of the season. Jiang Mian had been working without sleep for five days to hit the noodles account to more than 2,000 points. Even at the end of the season, it was a particularly high score.

"Ahhhhhh!" The girl leaned on the gaming chair in pain, looking at the white ceiling with her hands hanging down weakly.

It seems that he lost.

Jiang Mian waited in line for five minutes but still couldn't find a match.

Noodles, as an account that has won all battles, has a very high hidden score. In addition, its own score is also not low, so it is understandable that it has been queued for a long time.

Time passed bit by bit, and even the girl noticed something strange. She didn't say anything, just looked at the screen in front of Jiang Mian silently.

After a long wait, the game was finally matched. Since Jiang Mian's account didn't have any heroes, and most people wouldn't ban Huo Qubing, Jiang Mian locked him in without hesitation.

"Hiss..." The girl took a breath when she saw Jiang Mian's 107% winning rate in 107 games.

She glanced at Jiang Mian curiously. Only a pair of eyes were visible on this boy's face, and there was no trace of his background.

The battlefield of the game is randomly set in a vast grassland.

The center of the grassland is covered with many large and small yurts, so even a cavalryman like Huo Qubing cannot take advantage of the complex, unless your equestrian skills are amazing.

But unfortunately, Jiang Mian's equestrian skills were astonishing.

Li Guang drove his sweaty horse through the steep and steep Dragon Ruins no less than ten times.

So when the enemy tried to lure Jiang Mian into the yurt in an attempt to break Huo Qubing's horse's leg, they found that this kid's speed was not affected at all, and he was even showing off his skills vividly in front of their eyes.

A real mechanical keyboard does not operate as smoothly as when it is a soul body, so many of the operations that Jiang Mian can control Li Guang or Liu Wuer cannot do in reality, but the rhythm of Jiang Mian's tapping on the keyboard is still like playing It is as menacing as "Flight of the Bumblebee", and the mouse is as free and easy as an ink painting under his right hand.

The sunglasses on the bridge of the girl's nose slid down to the tip of her small and delicate nose due to her astonished expression, revealing a pair of sparkling autumn eyes.

Is this playing a game?

This is fucking art!

[Not playing traditional Go]: "?"

[Not playing traditional Go]: "How are you doing?"

【noodles】: "?"

[Not playing traditional Go]: "Professional brother?"

【noodles】: "No."

[Shancheng Wu Yanzu]: "Your ID, isn't it the trumpet account opened by Jiang Mian?"

Jiang Mian's eyelids twitched wildly.

[Not playing traditional Go]: "Impossible, Jiang Mian has been retired for a long time."

[Mountain City Wu Yanzu]: “A mountain cannot tolerate two sides.”

As Shancheng Wu Yanzu hit GG in the dialogue box at the last moment, the horse in Huo Qubing's hand penetrated his head and finally declared the victory of the game.

The girl simply stopped fighting and just quietly watched Jiang Mian's superb skills as a spectator.

Time passes like fine sand.

But every minute and every second, Jiang Mian's technique brings a little "Dawn" shock to the girl.

"It's half past ten..." Jiang Mian looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer and stretched casually, but under the influence, he felt a severe pain in his body.

"I haven't been this happy for a long time. I even forgot that I was a wounded person." Jiang Mian murmured.

He grinned beneath his mask.

After getting off the plane, Jiang Mian handed over the network card and staggered out of the Internet cafe door.

Jiang Mian, who had just left the air conditioner, felt suffocated by the hot air. He took off his mask and gasped for air. Black smoke wrapped around his aging fingers like thorns.

A man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties passed Jiang Mian. He paused for a second or two on Jiang Mian's delicate face and then opened the closed door of the Internet cafe.

The man looked around, and after finding his target, he walked straight towards the heavily armed girl.

"Miss, you make it easy for me to find you! You sneaked out to play games without noticing! Don't forget why you came to Rongcheng, you came to work! Do you know that you have an indoor variety show to record in the afternoon? I know." The man said angrily, but also a little helplessly doting.

"Also, your fifth album is about to be released, so the current look is still private. What if fans recognize it and it is leaked in advance?"

The girl surprisingly didn't choke. She froze in place as if she had been greatly shocked.

"Brother Wang, you don't know what I just saw..." the girl said softly.

Her voice is like the sound of nature.

Like a child of God singing.

The girl is Song Chuchu, the most popular idol in China today. Not long ago, she sang at the finals of the "Dawn" selection competition.

"Pu Chu, what's wrong?" Wang Hao, who had been Song Chu Chu's manager for two and a half years, saw her looking so lost for the first time.

"Let's go." Song Chuchu shook his head and threw the network card to Wang Hao before walking towards the door.

Her beautiful eyes under her sunglasses glanced at Jiang Mian's previous seat with a complicated expression. Now, a young man with yellow hair sat on the seat again.

Song Chuchu thought of the light of dawn for no reason.

"The ginger noodles should be more powerful," Song Chuxin said.

If Jiang Mian came to this Internet cafe, then this place would be a miracle in "Dawn".