Crazy Psychologist

When it started, the engine roared loudly. In just five minutes, Fang Ming had already defeated Muchun three times.

"Are you coming again?" Muchun asked from the side.

"Come on." Fang Ming, who was addicted to losing, didn't believe it. He was also an experienced pilot. How could he not win every game?

While secretly competing with Mu Chun, Fang Ming focused all his attention on how to corner, how to control the throttle, and how to remember the shape of the track.

From the very beginning, he would drive in the opposite direction of the track after crashing, but now he can at least not drive in the wrong direction and can drive through more than half of the race. In Mu Chun's words, if he is not talented enough, he must work hard to make up for it. Without switching maps, there is only one track. If Fang Ming can beat him in one game, Fang Ming wins.

Fang Ming, who had been winning since childhood, could not be defeated by Mu Chun. Game after game, even after taking off his coat, he felt extremely hot even with his sweater on.

Fang Ming simply stood up and took off his sweater, wearing only a shirt to fight Mu Chun to the end.

After another 5 games in a row, Fang Ming was completely defeated.

"Are you coming again?" Muchun turned around and looked at Fang Ming expressionlessly, "Are you coming again? Are you coming again?"

Looking at Mu Chun who didn't have a drop of sweat on his forehead, Fang Ming only had the idea of ​​defeating Mu Chun and giving him a good fight.

"Then come again. Let me tell you, you have to control the accelerator well. It doesn't mean that if you keep pressing the accelerator, you will go faster. If you don't release the accelerator when cornering, you will crash. After the collision, you will lose a lot of time. It’s very troublesome to accelerate again, do you understand?

Also, don't turn the steering wheel so hard left and right. Look at me, it's very casual and relaxed. When you're driving, you won't suddenly turn to the left or suddenly turn to the right. Not driving, this is a joke.

Again, let me tell you this."

Fang Ming got angry and shouted loudly: "Stop talking, you're so verbose."

Mu Chun looked innocent and muttered, "I want to teach you again. Why are you like this?"

"Hurry up, let's start." Fang Ming didn't hear what Mu Chun was mumbling. All he could think about was hurry up and start again! Come again!

Another five games.

Mu Chun stood up bored and stretched. The boy who looked like a college student standing behind him asked: "Are you not going to play anymore? If you are not going to play, give way."

"Who said he doesn't want to play anymore?" Fang Ming immediately pulled Muchun back to the driver's seat.

The boy glared at Fang Ming boredly and walked away.

"Why are you so cruel to other children? How about we play another game? Maybe Dr. Fang has no talent for racing?"

Muchun suggested kindly, but Fang Ming did not understand Mu Chun's kindness at all, and forcefully said: "You can wait until I win."

"Ah~ If you can't win by tomorrow morning, I won't go to work tomorrow."

"Shut up, there's no way this place will be open until tomorrow morning."

"Doctor Fang Ming~so cruel!" Muchun complained and started the game.

After ten games, Fang Ming finally won, "Hahahahahaha, let's see I still win. Today is the first time in my life that I play racing. How about it? Do you have any talent?"

Seeing Fang Ming's swollen look, Muchun nodded repeatedly, "It's amazing. I took the second subject four times before passing it."

Fang Ming stood up happily, picked up his sweater and coat, and held the basket like a child holding potato chips, and said: "If there is anything else you are good at, tell me, and I will challenge you."

"Then let's fight zombies. That's really fun." After saying that, Muchun climbed out of the cockpit and secretly beat his numb right foot a few times behind Fang Ming.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, but Fang Ming was in high spirits. He picked up the gun and asked Muchun, how to fight this?

Muchun briefly introduced the rules of the game, and finally completely overturned his own introduction and said, "Just kill the zombies when they come out. Don't worry about the rules, it's not important."

Fang Ming was confused before, but he understood the last sentence clearly.

"Then come." After saying that, he picked up the gun, pointed it at the screen, and after Muchun started, he rushed into the hail of bullets.

Blood and flesh splattered, and in less than 20 seconds, the player character died.

"Let me show you a demonstration." Muchun was anxious at the side.

"No, it's just that the main perspective is weird, a little dizzy, and I'm not used to it," Fang Ming said.

"That's easy. Let me set up the panoramic mode for you, so that you can see the character you control." After speaking, Mu Chun put in three coins and reset the game parameters.

Fang Ming played two more games, and the back of his shirt was soaked.

The zombie-fighting machine is very popular. When Fang Ming was playing, there was a circle of players around him, and from time to time he would say,

"Hey! Rubbish"

"This is not fun at all."

"How long will this take?"

Fang Ming, who had never played this kind of game before, naturally kept losing. After losing more than ten games, Fang Ming found the feeling and began to play better and better. His eyes were as bright as fire and his concentration continued to increase. He passed the level all the way to the fourth game before failing. .

There are more and more people around, and the words they say are completely different from before.

"This operation is OK."

"There's a big boss tonight. It's rare. This fourth level is hard to beat."

Fang Ming heard these words clearly, and being praised by the people around him in whispers, Fang Ming's heart for playing games also swelled.

"Mu Chun, do you want to try it too?" Fang Ming said to Mu Chun provocatively.

Muchun stood aside, holding Fang Ming's coat, sweater and two stacked red baskets, looking like a well-behaved and sensible little girlfriend.

Of course it is not a problem to play a game, but Mu Chun saw that there were so many things in his hands and there was no place to put them, so he shook his head and said: "You go ahead and play, I will forget it, my level of fighting zombies is really It’s just entry-level.”

Hearing Muchun's rare humility, Fang Ming became more energetic and said, "It's okay, it's okay. You play a game and I'll see. If it doesn't work, I'll teach you. I can do this. I'm more talented."

"That's right. If you don't deal with flesh and blood, even if today doesn't go well and there are new patients tomorrow, the same situation will happen again, and the improvement will always be rapid."

"What are you talking about? Are you going to play or not?" Fang Ming said, taking the coat and basket from Muchun's hands.

"Give me everything. You play a round and I'll take a look."

Mu Chun, who was forced to put it on the shelves, also worked hard. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the gun, and pointed it at the screen.

As a result, in the second game, he was surrounded by zombies and died in the middle of the fountain square.

Game over!

"Hahahahahaha, Doctor Mu is not good at something, hahaha." Fang Ming laughed at the side, completely forgetting that he had just played for two hours to win a racing round.