I'm Really A Newcomer

Two weeks later.

As the weather gets hotter and hotter, it seems that we have reached the point where we have to turn on the air conditioner to stay alive.

In the living room, Jiang Yaoguang was lying comfortably on the sofa watching TV series, like a lazy kitten.

Her porcelain-white fingers were weakly squeezing the half-drunk watermelon juice, and her face without makeup was as swaggering as a peach blossom.

"Old Mo, I want to eat fish..." the girl said softly while shaking the juice.

The sound of keyboards continued in the bedroom not far away.

Jiang Mian was wearing a pure white old man's vest and was playing "Dawn". There was also a "Selected Song Poems" that he had read one-third of the way through the computer table.

In Jiang Yaoguang's eyes, Jiang Mian was a little strange after he came back from Mount Tai. He never got up early, but he had gotten up at five o'clock for two consecutive weeks. Not only did I play the game harder, but for the first time I started reading a book in the morning when there were no people in line.

Although it is a bit unexpected, it is indeed a good thing.

Jiang Mian, who had just finished a game, lay on the gaming chair, took a sip of ice-cold Coke and burped comfortably.

The Noodles account has a solid foundation laid in the past and the battle in the past two weeks has naturally led to the number one position in Pingming Pavilion.

What limits the advancement of noodles' scores is never the strength of the opponent, but the number of matches that can be obtained. Sometimes you can only get three matches in a day. During such a long waiting time... just read some books.

The sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling. Jiang Mian walked to the window and closed the curtains with squinted eyes.

The dead are gone, and so are the living.

Life rises and falls, like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Jiang Mian still didn't learn how to face death during the war, but he at least learned to live well.

To Jiang Mian, being ranked first in Pingming Pavilion was as common as drinking Coke, but it meant that a new god had ascended the throne.

After all, Noodles was a trumpet created during Jiang Mian's heyday, and there was no sunk cost for Jiang Mian's training, so Noodles' winning rate and data looked more brilliant than Jiang Mian's.

"Dawn" has an unprecedented strict crackdown on cheating. No one will question the authenticity of the players behind it, but the Noodles account still has mixed reviews.

Since both accounts were related to "noodles" and had the same fighting style, noodles were vilified as a poor imitator of ginger noodles.

Of course, some people think that ginger noodles and noodles are actually the same person, but after three years of development, ginger noodles have already become a legend and a symbol.

All players feel that Jiang Mian should be a reclusive sweeping monk, not the protagonist who kills everyone.

But in fact, Jiang Mian just wanted to play a trumpet, although this trumpet seemed to have quietly reached the top in "Dawn".

He was just about to call it a day and quit the game when he found a message from the only friend in his friend list.

This news comes from armed thug college students.

Jiang Mian touched the newly grown stubble on his chin and said softly: "This seems to be the only way to contact Qing Ping Le and the others..."

[Armed thug college student]: Brother Mian ~ I am Zhou Ze! I see you've been online these days. Do you have time to help us torture the newcomer? Do you have any requirements? Our manager said they can be met.

Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows.

【noodles】: No, then I’ll come over?

[Armed thug college student]: No, no, no, no, why do I bother you to come over? We can just go to Rongcheng. Our boss happens to own a chain of Internet cafes in Rongcheng, and we can meet there.

[noodles]: Then make an appointment. I should be free these days.

[Armed thug college student]: Let’s do it at noon the day after tomorrow, at the Hongtian Internet Cafe in Rongcheng. Mainly to prepare for the international competition at the end of the year, you know. After Jiale retired, we recruited a new guy named Tishang Lu Qiao. This guy is so crazy. I hope you can treat him well.

【noodles】：Okay.

Jiang Mian quit the game and closed the computer.

"Inscribed on Lu Qiao... "Qing Ping Le·Inscribed on Lu Qiao"..."

"It seems like I just read this poem yesterday." Jiang Mian said softly.

…

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Qingpingle Club.

In the spacious training room, the little fat man sat on a chair and pushed away the table, laughing arrogantly.

"What, you got an appointment?" Fu Yi twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle and was a little surprised.

"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded excitedly.

"Brother Fu, do you think I am too unreserved? After all, I am also a legendary professional player." Zhou Ze said with some regret.

"You have to be so reserved." Fu Yi scolded with a smile.

"But you said that Brother Mian's gaming talent is so incredible, and now that he has recovered from his illness and ranked first in a few days, why do you think he doesn't want to play professionally?" Zhou Ze was a little confused.

"Maybe he has more important things to do. If you think about it, if Jiang Mian wants to become a professional, our jobs will be gone." Fu Yi shook her head helplessly, "Then what kind of competition is the organizer holding? A trophy Just have it delivered to his doorstep."

"Brother Fu, where's your energy? It's all gone!"

"Why not? After the selection, look at how many consecutive victories our team has had, and we even have a faint feeling of returning to the top. According to this state, this international competition can bring back a trophy for our country." Fu Yi Said softly.

"To be honest, you won't know how bad our group of people are at playing until you face Jiang War in person...even if we are so-called professional players. Those scrappy and stinky people who are below the top ten in Pingming Pavilion No one can understand this feeling... It's like when you try your best and think you're just one step away from the top, only to find that there's actually another hilltop."

"That feeling is not despair... Those who truly love will only discover that there are so many beautiful scenery that they have not seen." Fu Yi said with emotion.

"I've actually always had an idea...what if, I mean what if." Zhou Ze touched his chubby head.

"Brother Fu, let's see if our game is quite similar to fighting to be honest. Although it is controlled on the keyboard, in fact, 80 or 90% of the skills should be possible in theory as long as your physical fitness is sufficient. You If Brother Mian practices martial arts, will he also be a genius?"

"How about you write this novel?" Fu Yi said, picking up a black pen from the table and handing it to Zhou Ze.

"Forget it, forget it." Zhou Ze smiled sarcastically.

"Brother Ze, how about we do it again!" The handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes who was buried in front of the computer desk not far away smiled and poked his head out.

"Damn it, you've only been here a few days and you're so crazy. Do you understand that I just let you off the hook? I'll beat you through Viagra first and then challenge me." Zhou Ze said angrily.

"If I hadn't seen Jiang Mian, this kid would be considered extremely talented..." Fu Yi looked at Lu Zhiyu and said softly.

"Xiao Yu, aren't you worried about not being able to find an opponent for training? In a few days, my brothers will take you to a good place." Fu Yi walked up and secretly laughed.

"Where to go?" Lu Zhiyu raised his head in high spirits.

"Take you to see hell." Fu Yi patted Lu Zhiyu's shoulder and said softly.