A Race to The Top

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded, saying that this is a rare Shura field.

Ling Xiaolu helped the amount, whether the world is too small or there are too many users of "Elves Contract", depending on the extent of Ji's face black, I am afraid that two more people will be gone.

Brother Youtou was also taken aback: "Fuck, you are sick!"

The big-waisted boy rubbed his hands: "I didn't expect to see my husband here, so excited!"

The brawny guy played "Elves Contract" for two months before, and got to know Youtou after school started. Brother Youtou took a few of them to play Holographic Legends on the grounds that he wanted to form a union to dominate the server. He also filled everyone with a big gift package. The brawny man betrayed Xinshan in this way and followed the new boss to run the world.

The game was not difficult, just hack it without a brain. After playing for a few days, he really missed the "Elven Contract" a bit.

Brother Youtou leaned back, watching his eyes change.

"Unexpectedly you are also a bend?"

"What kind of bend, I am straight! He is the too...great **** in the game I played before!" The brawny man changed his words in time, "Everyone on the server called his husband. Everyone knows that Ji Meng uses his real name to play the game. I thought that even that face was real!"

Ji Meng, who had just been identified as a scumbag by everyone, was suddenly surrounded by curious people.

"Are you also a classmate in the department? Which class, why have I never seen you before?"

"Little brother, what game are you playing, can you take me?"

The girl who first called him also squeezed into the front row desperately: "Husband, you are actually an alumnus with me, can you ask for a friend? I am a Lei Lulu iron fan, and I swear I have never called your prince behind my back. Ji!"

Ji Meng was surrounded by questions, unable to move. If he usually turns around as soon as possible like this, he can think that these are Ling Xiaolu's classmates, and turning around will make him embarrassed, so he desperately winks to Ling Xiaolu, full of impatience and desire for help.

Ling Xiaolu held back his smile and pulled the person out of the encirclement: "He wasn't tied to us, he came to me."

"Ah? What is your relationship?"

"we are--"

"Going to the relationship of online dating!" Big Horn couldn't wait to promote it on his behalf.

Ling Xiaolu & Ji Meng: "..."

Ling Xiaolu couldn't help but complain: "In fact, you are the publicity committee member of our class, right?"

"How do you know? But our class hasn't elected a class committee yet. I have been a publicity committee member of the class from elementary school to high school."

"... I can see it, I love my job very much."

Others asked rushingly:

"Really? Did you meet in the game?"

"Are there many single gods like him in the game?"

Brother Youtou watched the encirclement on the opposite side of the circle soaring, and soon surpassed here.

In fact, he came today to take advantage of the large number of people, so as to attract some classmates to join his guild and build the top gang of servers.

Unexpectedly, when Ji Meng came, he completely robbed him of the limelight. Everyone became interested in the mentally handicapped game, and his $99 completely lost its appeal.

"What game god," he sarcastically, "who is not a **** yet."

His own game characters are dressed in splendid or resplendent outfits, with artifacts on their bodies, and they are kneeled and licked wherever they go.

"Yes, they play the kind of casual online games that raise babies and farm the land. My younger brother in junior high school likes to play most."

Hearing someone echoed him, Brother Youtou's face improved a bit.

"No," explained the strong man, "there are also PKs and siege warfare in the game, but the pet system is relatively complete. In fact, it is interesting to have a chance to play."

"Okay, let's get some accounts later and try that guy's Jinliang, let him know what a real PK is."

"That's probably a bit difficult. Ji Meng is an appointment in the game. It is a VIP. Most people are not his opponents."

"Hey, isn't it just a charge? How much?"

"It's not enough to charge up. You have to buy a special peripheral device for appointment first. Well, it's the ring he wears, 5 million."

Brother Youtou's face stiffened: "How much?"

"Five million." He repeated it again.

"Game currency?"

"Coins."

"Fuck! What company, grab money?"

"Xinshan Technology is the company of Ji Meng's family. By the way, whether you buy peripherals or recharge, you are giving him money. The more you charge, the more you give, even if you are equipped to cut him with a single knife Die, that's also Ji Meng's profit."

Brother Youtou's face blushed and white, and the limited-edition brand-name shoes on his feet were too shabby and dazzling. For a long time, he said: "What is the fun of playing such an unfair game? If you don't play it, it's a legendary balance. Good, enjoyable, exciting."

The theme of a freshmen promotion friendship exchange meeting was turned into a game promotion and marketing meeting. Ling Xiaolu was eloquent when he introduced the points of play of this game. He didn't know that he also enjoyed the dividend of Xinshan shares. Ji Meng even considered recommending him to work in the marketing department.

The crossing of Ling Xiaolu was like a river, and Ji Meng was responsible for feeding him. Ling Xiaolu was thirsty after eating too much dessert, grabbed the drink beside him and drank three cups in a blink of an eye.

Ji Meng always felt that there was something wrong with this behavior.

"What did you just drink?"

"Drinks," Ling Xiaolu answered calmly, "sweet, and a little choking."

Ji Meng took his glass and smelled it: "Should you know how to drink, right?"

"How is it possible, I don't drink." Ling Xiaolu knew himself.

His cell phone rang: "Hey, I'll answer the phone, don't slip away, wait for the two of us to go together."

As he spoke, he swayed to the corner to make a video call, and Ji Meng turned his cup to study.

"Would you like another glass?" Someone came over with the same glass to replenish the goods.

"Excuse me, what's in it?" Ji Meng asked.

"This, it's a very low alcohol wine."

Ji Meng raised his voice: "Is it wine? Not a drink?"

"Similar to drinks, almost no alcohol content."

"..." Ji Meng recalled that the last drink he was told that there was no alcohol content was deer wine.

A person who can be drunk by drinking deer wine in the game, God knows how much alcohol he has!

He walked quickly to a remote corner of the terrace, Ling Xiaolu draped on the roof railing like a quilt, and his phone almost fell off.

"Lubi! Xiaolu!" Ji Meng asked no one to return, so he had to rescue the phone first.

The video hasn't hung up yet. The middle-aged woman with short hair on the screen wears a white tight-fitting uniform. This uniform is usually the style used by the crew on the spacecraft.

Ji Meng remembered that Ling Xiaolu had said that his parents worked on the boat and would video with him every Friday night.

Today happened to be the weekend, and it was almost nine o'clock unknowingly, which was exactly the time he was talking at home.

Ji Meng raised his cell phone, inexplicably nervous: "Hello, Auntie."

Suddenly my son disappeared, the person was changed inexplicably in the picture, and my mother was also stunned.

"you are……?"

"I'm a friend from Xiaolu, he seems," Ji Meng glanced back, "seems to be drunk."

Mom was stunned again: "How is it possible? Both my father and I won't fall for a thousand cups."

"..." Ji Meng thought, this is not inherited at all, I am afraid it is the legendary negative negative.

"You guys play in the bar?"

"In the school cafeteria, join the sorority."

Knowing that her son was just drunk or not dead, her mother was relieved, and turned her head to look at the friend she had never met.

"Are you a new classmate in my path?"

"Uh, it's a school."

"What's your name?"

"Ji Meng." Ji Meng cleared his throat, "Auntie, don't worry, I will take good care of him."

"Oh, it's okay," Mother waved a big hand, "Isn't he just drunk? Let him fall asleep."

Ji Meng: "..." If the two don't look alike, he really wants to doubt if this is his mother.

A heavy object suddenly rushed from behind and rushed all over Ji Meng's body, so scared that Ji Meng almost didn't hold the phone.

Just now, he looked like a dead deer, riding on the railing to bask in the moonlight on Ling Xiaolu, circled Ji Meng’s neck from behind, and said bluntly: "Mom, this is, this is my boyfriend... handsome, handsome or handsome. ?"

Ji Meng, whose identity was revealed suddenly: "..."

My mother was also taken aback: "A boyfriend is just a boyfriend. When I say what my classmates do, I just say ‘one school’. This range is too big."

Ji Meng became more nervous: "Auntie, he is drunk."

I was so drunk that he was chewing on his ears, and Ji Meng's ears were hot, either because he was unprepared to see his parents or was chewed.

"Is that Xiaolu talking drunk?"

"...No, this is true."

"Oh, then you just said that you will take good care of him. Did the aunt understand the wrong meaning?"

"No, no, that's what you understand."

Mother: "Oh..."

"...There can be other meanings."

After Ling Xiaolu gnawed, he switched from one side to the other, perhaps because he didn't think the previous one was tasteless. Ji Meng has to maintain his image in front of his parents, and he has to deal with his nonsense, and he is also worried that he will use alcohol to talk nonsense.

"Mom, Ji Meng is amazing. There are hundreds, hundreds, and hundreds," he counted with his fingers. "One hundred million, millions of people are lining up to call him husband!"

Sure enough, he was worried about what was coming, Ji Meng's head banged, and he wanted to throw people off the terrace.

"Then what's your rank?" Mom asked unexpectedly.

Ling Xiaolu pointed at himself proudly with his thumb: "I am Zheng Gong!"

"I don't see that your status is quite high."

"of course!"

What kind of conversation is this, Ji Meng can't listen to it anymore, Ling Xiaolu's mother is still waving to one side: "Husband, husband, come and see our boyfriend on Xiaolu."

She turned back again: "My child, I was not calling you just now, don't get me wrong."

Ji Meng: "..."

Ling Xiaolu's father is more like a normal person: "How long did my son have a boyfriend since the beginning of college? Are you two high school dating?"

"No no."

"love at first sight?"

"...It can be."

"Oh," Dad nodded deeply, "I have vision."

Ji Meng again: "..."

Dad quickly added: "I said my son."

"...Uncle me too!"

"What does the family do?"

Ling Xiaolu’s mother pushed the person away in time: "So many questions, how about checking the household registration?"

Turned his head and smiled at Ji Meng: "Your uncle doesn't know how to chat. We are a democratic family. You two are free to fall in love. Those are things that you only talk about when you are talking about marriage. You are still small. Don't be so stressed. ."

Ji Mengxin said that I am under a lot of pressure now.

Dad interrupted outside the painting: "Why did my son find a boyfriend? I think girls are more cute."

"Of course you think girls are cute. Every girl is cute!"

"You are also a girl in my eyes."

"Your boss is dazzled, right?"

The two men did not shy away from Ji Meng's quarrel.

Ji Meng could only see the stitches: "Uncles and aunts, if it's okay, I will send Xiaolu back first."

Ling Xiaolu had already shifted the target to the back of his head, and Ji Meng would be gnawed bald by him without stopping!

"Well, walk carefully at night and have time to chat! By the way, you can remind me to drink more hot water on the path when you have time. This kid doesn't like drinking water. Also, you must wear long trousers when it's cold!

In the same world, the same mother, Ji Meng responded one by one, and finally freed up his energy to deal with Ling Xiaolu who was so happy to borrow a drink.

"Fruit wine can be drunk like this, how bad is your drinking?"

Ji Meng reluctantly pushed the people down, and Ling Xiaolu was drunk, making troubles unreasonably as before, and refused to cooperate.

Returning to the original way, he has to go through the crowd, and Ji Meng doesn't want to be watched again, especially in such a shameful situation.

There is a safe passage beside it, but you have to go down the stairs. If it were in the game, a homecoming skill would have been done, but now, Ji Meng didn't believe that Ling Xiaolu could walk down all by himself, and it would be fortunate not to roll downstairs.

"Do you want to carry or hold?"

"Hmm..." Ling Xiaolu thought for a while, "Upper body back, lower body hug."

"I can do it if I cut you in half."

Ling Xiaolu tilted his head and gestured up and down with his palm: "It's okay to cut it vertically."

Ji Meng gave up normal communication with him and stood directly in front of him: "Come up."

Ling Xiaolu twisted his head: "No, you haven't cut me open yet."

"Faster!"

"You want to traffic me!"

"...I'll take you to eat delicious food."

Ling Xiaolu's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Sure enough, this trick is useful for thousands of years.

"Really, come up soon."

Ling Xiaolu obediently jumped up and hugged Ji Meng's neck.

Ji Meng was almost strangled: "Lose your hand a little, you want to strangle me."

Ling Xiaolu stuck to his ear: "Hehe, I want to murder my husband."

Ji Meng moved for a while, and all his anger disappeared. After all, when he was drunk last time, he used the same words as his father of domestic violence.

Ji Meng, who was promoted from his father to his husband, worked hard to carry Ling Xiaolu, who had been so happy with his wine, to the downstairs, but luckily he didn't run into anyone.

The moonlight is bright, the evening breeze is blowing, and pedestrians are occasionally seen passing by the night on the historic campus paths. When passing by them, you must always look curiously.

Two rows of sweet-scented osmanthus trees were planted on the only way back to the bedroom. When the sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom, the fragrance of osmanthus is refreshing.

Suddenly, Ling Xiaolu calmed down and leaned on Ji Meng's back obediently. Ji Meng heard his gentle breathing sound. Ji Meng thought he was tired, and it was not a bad thing to just fall asleep like this.

Surprisingly, Ling Xiaolu was quiet for a while, then jumped off Ji Meng's back, and Ji Meng lighted himself.

"Where are you going?" Ji Meng stretched out his hand to catch, but Ling Xiaolu turned 360 degrees, not only evading Ji Meng's hand, but also circling in front of him.

Ji blindfolded and watched Ling Xiaolu dance under the moonlight. It was not the dynamic street dance he used to dance, but the graceful ballet. His consciousness is not sober, all movements are from the instinct of the body, and his mouth is still humming an unrecognizable minor. The gestures are smart and elegant, like a playful deer jumping in the fields.

Passing pedestrians cast a longer eyeball on him, Ji Meng simply gave up saving his face, took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera mode.

Ling Xiaolu jumped while advancing, and the direction of advancement was still precisely towards Ji Meng's dormitory. Ignoring his non-linear path, the picture in front of him is still pleasing to the eye, and someone even whistles in the distance.

Ling Xiaolu didn't stop until he approached the dormitory building, and fell on Ji Meng again, haunting him sticky and greasy.

Su Guan didn't know how many times it was the first time I saw these two Siamese babies. Ling Xiaolu confessed downstairs and made such a big noise. Some people even joked that this building had a good Feng Shui.

It’s a good thing for young people to be energetic, but he still couldn’t help chanting: "Classmates, there is no need to stick together all the time. Distance produces beauty."

Ji Meng pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly, and brought Ling Xiaolu back to the room, who was talking nonsense.

When Ling Xiaolu entered the house, he fluttered on the bed: "I want to go online."

How did Ji Meng Zhengchou coax him to sleep online, and immediately said: "Okay, let's go online together."

Fortunately, the offline location was Ji Meng's bedroom. Ji Meng was worried about how to coax him to go to bed obediently, but Ling Xiaolu jumped over and threw him on the bed.

"Husband!" His drunk eyes reflected the light, "I want to eat your one!"