Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens

Chapter 279 So you also...

The sky was dark and heavy rain fell.

The towering rooftop was filled with a strong smell of gasoline, and the ground was burning with flames. A girl slowly walked to the edge. The wind blew up the girl's skirt, but she opened her arms unconsciously, as if a fearless bird was about to fly into the sky.

But humans are not dragons and have no wings.

So once the girl jumped up, she would fall to death like a bird with broken wings.

There were two figures walking side by side on the ground.

Luke held a wooden sword in his hand and stuck it on the ground, seemingly blocking the entrance casually. Opposite him was a handsome young man with dazzling blonde hair and developed chest muscles that made the girls feel ashamed.

Everyone in Kassel Academy knows the name of Caesar Gattuso, because he is like a shining sun, warm and flamboyant. His name is taken from Caesar the Great - Gaius Julius Caesar, an outstanding military commander and politician in the late Roman Republic. This name represents authority, power and dominance. The name given to him by his family is enough to explain everything.

This man who was born to be a favored child of heaven now has a black face, his eyes are full of anger, and he almost wants to spit fire.

"The rules are simple. Catch the girl above before she falls to the ground. If she doesn't die, you win, otherwise you lose."

Lu Ke looked at the blazing rooftop and announced the rules of the game. His tone was flat, as if he was discussing this morning's weather or tomorrow's lunch.

"Fuck you!"

Caesar raised his middle finger to Lu Ke and cursed him with the dirty words he learned from him. The domineering nobleman rarely behaved so vulgarly. After all, elegance is the concept of the Gattuso family, but a more important family concept broke through his constraints.

That is to always respect and respect ladies.

Ever since Caesar was defeated by Luke with a wooden sword on the first day of school last year, he has challenged Luke every now and then. Sometimes he chooses the event, and sometimes Luke arranges it.

The content of this competition was beyond Caesar's expectations. It was absolutely against Caesar's original intention to let an innocent girl risk her life to participate in their competition.

If time could go back to an hour ago, Caesar would definitely stop himself from opening the door of the Bugatti Veyron, stop himself from stepping on the accelerator to come to the Norton Hall, and stop himself from arrogantly raising his chin to Luke.

"Let's have a challenge. You decide the rules. If you lose, the Bugatti Veyron belongs to you."

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

"Get out of the way. I admit defeat. Let me pass."

It is a difficult decision for a proud person to admit defeat before the competition begins, but Caesar said it quickly. He rushed to the entrance quickly, simulating the route in his mind. With the physical fitness of a mixed-blood, he could reach the fourth floor in an instant, and there was a great chance of saving the person.

When passing Luke, Caesar suddenly retreated quickly, the dangerous sword light flashed across his cheek, a strand of golden hair slowly fell, and at the same time a neat cut was cut on the cement floor.

Luke had raised the wooden sword at some point, and he kept swinging the sword, his body so steady that people suspected that time had stopped. Caesar took out the Dick Tudo from his waist and held it in front of him, and the sharp blade reflected his solemn face.

"I said I gave up, the car is yours."

Excellent people will have a full understanding of themselves. Caesar knows that his strengths are long-range design and macro command based on firearms. The modified Desert Eagle combined with the detection of the Word Spirit·Sickle Weasel makes him the best gunner and commander.

But in close combat, especially in blade combat, he has to admit that he is far inferior to Luke, not to mention breaking through the opponent's defense line in a short time.

"I have a full range of Bugatti Veyrons in my garage, so I don't need yours. Rights are mutual, Caesar. Since you are the one who initiated the challenge, I should be the one to end the game."

Luke slowly put away his knife, looking serious: "After the game starts, it's a matter between two people. You should consider the consequences before doing anything... In addition, she is going to fall."

Caesar looked up suddenly, and the girl was already standing on the edge of the rooftop and jumped down with gravity. His blood was surging, and his legs rushed to the position below the girl, and he opened his arms with all his strength.

The dangerous sword light attacked again, and Caesar instinctively withdrew his hand. The girl's figure passed his sight and fell heavily to the ground. The white skirt that passed by the corner of his eyes made his pupils shrink suddenly.

Clang--

Before he had time to be angry and regretful, the crisp collision sound made him realize that he was deceived. The sound of a human body falling to the ground was not like this.

"What is this?"

Luke walked over and squatted on the ground, looking at the broken Ruhua.

"You can understand that the alchemical doll I tried to make is, um... a little brittle, and failed the drop test. The joints are still not flexible enough. If you are not in a hurry, the stiffness of the doll should be more obvious with the eyesight of a hybrid."

Caesar gritted his teeth and glared at Luke angrily.

"Did you lie to me?"

"Yes, I lied to you. If you don't agree, you can hit me."

"You!"

Luke moved his eyes from the Ruhua doll to Caesar's face, "So you hope I didn't lie to you, and there really was a girl falling down in front of you?"

Caesar was speechless after hearing what he said, and his resentment instantly dissipated. He walked to the steps and sat down, took out a Cohiba from his jacket pocket and lit it, and the remaining depressed mood was discharged along with the smoke of burning nicotine.

"Avoiding danger is a human instinct, not your problem, but if you want to have a chance to win in the future, you'd better overcome this instinct, otherwise you will always lose."

Chu Zihang did this better than Caesar. After an unknown rainy night, he turned into a vengeful ghost and wandered around, so he was better than Caesar.

Because the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal ones, and the horizontal ones are afraid of risking their lives. Chu Zihang, who is gradually heading towards death after using the blood explosion, is the one who is desperate for his life.

Caesar looked back thoughtfully at what had just happened and thought about how upset he would be if a real person fell down. He frowned unconsciously, glanced at Luke who was sitting next to him, and handed over a cigarette.

"It's not too embarrassing to lose to you."

Caesar had lost many times in the past year, and Luke could always defeat him in an understatement. After getting used to it, he did not fall into extreme emotions or be unable to get out of the shadows.

In the opinion of the domineering noble master, failure is not terrible, but the terrible thing is losing the motivation to make progress, so he is not discouraged and still charges towards the mountain with great ambition...

But sometimes I feel confused, are there really so many differences between A-level and S-level? It's just that the dragon blood content in his body is a little higher than his, and the threshold cannot exceed 50%. As for hanging him up and beating him?

"Then losing to Chu Zihang is not a shame."

The fluttering words made Caesar blush quickly, and his sharp eyes pierced Luke like a knife.

If Lu Ke is a mountain that is difficult to climb, then Chu Zihang is an old enemy walking side by side. He can accept that there are people in front of him, which will only make him work hard to catch up, but he cannot accept people of the same level surpassing him.

"I will not lose to Chu Zihang."

You'd better go through the polar bear first!

Luke's right brow twitched, and he took the Cohiba from Caesar's hand and lit it. The rich aroma of cedar wood, chocolate, cashew nuts and coffee made people intoxicated. It must be said that Caesar was a man who enjoyed life.

He didn't answer, but his silence was deafening, which made Caesar quite unhappy.

Could it be that in Lu Ke's heart, he was really inferior to Chu Zihang?

"What is your purpose in designing this scene, to educate me not to be too complacent?"

"Those who are not good enough are complacent. What you are doing is called self-confidence. Confidence is a good thing. There is no need for me to persuade you."

Luke lightly dusted the cigarette ashes with his fingers and said calmly: "I just hate meaningless death, and everything I hate should be destroyed."

Caesar was confused, "What does this mean?"

I don't know when the dark clouds in the sky have dissipated. Luke stretched out his hand, and the sun poured through his fingers. He spoke lightly and brought up a seemingly unrelated topic.

"Have you ever written a novel?"

"Novel? Well... I've written it."

Caesar looked strange, a little ashamed, but also a little relieved.

When he was bored for a while, he wrote novels on the website to practice writing, mainly to pass the time and practice his ability to polish speeches. Unexpectedly, he and Lu Ke had similar interests in this area.

"Do you think a good story should be full of happiness or full of regrets?"

This question is really magical. Is it a topic that the preparatory head of the Gattuso family and the leader of the Lu Group should talk about?

Caesar thought for a moment before giving his answer.

"Both are undesirable. Happiness will make the story lack tension and realism, and being full of regrets will also be bad for the senses. The two are interdependent and set off each other, and a balance point needs to be found."

"You're right. I didn't expect the superior Gattuso to have such an opinion. I thought you were just trying to fool me."

Luke was surprised and his image of Caesar had changed.

"It's true that I just fooled around for a while, but I'm very good at everything I do, so many people still like it if I fool around." Caesar raised the corner of his mouth proudly, "Speaking of which, if I am superior, what do you think?"

Luke raised his eyebrows slightly. Even if he could now hold the world's top model in his arms, book out Alinea, Ultraviolet or Daniel, sit in the most exclusive seat and eat all-you-can-eat king crab and white truffles cooked by a three-star Michelin chef, this would not be a bad idea. It doesn't mean that he has lost the memory of his previous life.

"At least you have never tried to live in a five-square-meter rental house. It is cramped and messy. The coating on the wall is cracked and messily painted. The sound insulation of the room is very poor. The neighbors on both sides make all kinds of noises from morning to night. The noise, the sound of middle-aged couples pushing and accusing The most annoying thing about young couples quarreling and having sex is the sound of children crying and running. You can only put on earplugs and endure it and ignore it. There are also public areas, water rooms, kitchens and toilets, which you probably don’t think about. Know the details, because hearing them may make you sick to your stomach.”

Caesar, who lacked low-level experience, was stunned: "These things may not be in my novels... Is there really such a place on earth in the twenty-first century?"

The protagonists in the novels he wrote are all figures who point out the country and criticize Fang Qiu for being awesome. They wear brands that ordinary people don't know, drive the world's limited edition luxury cars, hold the most beautiful women in their arms, and are full of enthusiasm and high spirits. , shooting bullets into the sky, announcing his arrival to the world.

Just like Caesar himself, this is a common problem of authors. Details determine the sense of reality. Only through personal experience or sufficient understanding of the experience can the article be eloquent and touching.

"There are many more miserable places than that. One day the Gattuso family stops your card and you will know how powerful it is."

Caesar sneered. Excellent people don't worry about survival anywhere.

"Just stop, I'm afraid they won't stop fast enough."

He looked at Lu Ke: "What you said is very true, but I remember that Lu's company used to be a fairly small company, although it is not comparable to what it is now."

Luke didn't answer the question, but asked instead.

"You seem to know me very well."

Caesar threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and smiled freely: "Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. You are an opponent I recognize. Of course, you must understand your background clearly."

Luke relaxed a little. He lacked communication before, but now he likes Caesar's frankness.

If you think about it carefully, this guy can compete equally with Chu Zihang, compete with Norton in the air, fight against the Kamaita group, mingle with Chibei of the gangster group, join forces with Chu Zihang to fight Yuan Zhisheng, and even have a hand-to-hand fight with a polar bear. ...He is also a 50-50 guy!

Moreover, he also has dazzling blond hair, a strong physique, determination to constantly challenge himself but fails repeatedly, and a noble identity. Isn’t this a different world version of Amir Campbell?

Luke's ID in the Night Watch forum is "isomer", a phenomenon in which compounds have the same molecular formula but different structures. The Lukes in other worlds are all his closest brothers. Although the elf Luke and their paintings The wind is different and has no effect.

A brother’s son is still a brother!

Maybe women can’t understand? Just don’t understand it.

Luke's eyes softened a little when he looked at Caesar, and he showed a playful smile.

"That's wrong Caesar, you only call your opponents after repeated attempts. What you lose time and time again is not your opponent, but the noob who gives away points."

Caesar:…

If I hadn't brought the Desert Eagle with me this time, I would have blown his head off!

Luke looked at the sky leisurely, "My views are very different from yours, but like I said, I hate meaningless death."

He gave an example, "Have you ever played Final Fantasy 7? Alice, one of the heroines, and Claude, controlled by the player, established a deep relationship during the journey. Just after fighting a tense boss battle, they were suddenly killed by a assassin who fell from the sky. Feros was killed with a single blow, without warning or last words. Only the family magic crystal in Alice's hand fell to the ground in mourning for its owner. Her exclusive main theme sounded in the game, but the girl's life had ended."

"The PSP at that time was not advanced enough. Final Fantasy 7 was divided into three game discs. The plot just mentioned happened at the end of the first game disc. Alice's death gave players the motivation to play the remaining two discs, but it has always been Alice is not resurrected at the end. Whether she dies or not does not affect the outcome, but the production team wants her to end the second she completes her mission, because the tragedy is more deeply rooted in people's hearts and will freeze the character in the most beautiful moment. , this is what I think is a meaningless death.”

Caesar frowned and scratched his beautiful long blond hair, "I generally understand, but what does this have to do with today's game."

"You will understand later."

Luke said perfunctorily what his father often said to his son.

"oh."

Caesar surprisingly did not object.

Only then did he remember that this guy didn't have the childhood of an ordinary person. At least no one in his family would say such things to him. The housekeeper and servants would probably always follow the wishes of the future head of the family. I'm afraid Caesar pretended to be a family drunk. They would all shout, "Long live my emperor, Caesar's empire will never perish."

"One more question, why do you use novels to illustrate your ideas, but use game plots as examples?"

Luke rolled his eyes. What else could he use as an example? Take the story of an ordinary girl who died because of her longing for Caesar Gattuso in "Dragon III"?

"Okay, okay, hurry up and prepare for a day of freedom. As a friendly reminder, I have transformed Norton Hall into a magical place. It is not easy to walk up to me and make a wish."

"I have no wish."

The domineering young master said with a cool attitude, "Even if there is, I will do it myself, without you."

"Chu Zihang will compete for this opportunity."

"...Then we have to fight. I will be the first one to come to you."

Caesar was silent for a few seconds, with the fire of struggle igniting in his eyes. There was no need to consider second or third place. For him, not being first was the greatest shame.

No one can lose to Chu Zihang!

He turned around firmly...and ran outside!

"You can drive away."

Luke shouted from behind, and Caesar raised his right hand and waved.

"If I lose, the car is yours!"

Luke looked at his retreating figure and muttered.

"But you looked really shy when you ran away. Why don't you just call someone to pick you up?"

Unexpectedly, Caesar actually has some talent for comedy.

The phone vibrated twice. He took it out and saw Norma's girly image appeared on the screen.

"Lu Mingfei, whom you asked to pay attention to before, successfully entered the top 100 in the game rankings."

"Okay, Shao Zai, I can't tell you that he's really good at playing the game. Check his current location."

Norma bowed slightly, and a map navigation appeared, showing that Lu Mingfei was in Wanda Cinema.

"Did he just go to the class reunion right after he was admitted?"

"Yes sir, he stayed up all night to finish the rankings."

"Bring me up the surveillance inside and take a look."

"This is an illegal operation and is not in the execution of the mission and may trigger criminal liability."

Luke raised his eyebrows, took out his phone, typed and sent a text message.

Three minutes later, it was detected that the owner of Wanda Cinema had changed, and Norma silently turned on the camera.

Most of the time, money ability is much easier to use than speech spirit.