You Use a Gun, I Use a Bow

Jiang Xinyi was completely unaware of Mo Chen's death.

After holding Wenxi, he immediately took out a small book and a pen from the schoolbag: "Sign here! Just here!"

Wen Xi took the pen in his hand, looking at the blank book, his brain was blank.

No one has ever asked him to sign, and he has never practiced his signature.

His signature is just one stroke at a time. Wouldn't it be good to sign it on someone else's book?

Before he could think clearly about this problem, Jiang Xinyi had been pulled away by Mo Chen's collar.

Then Mo Chen bluntly said four words: "Log in to the game."

Jiang Xinyi looked at Wenxi reluctantly for a while, and then noticed Mo Chen, and after a few glances, he suddenly laughed: "Are you Mo Chen? I like you too!"

Mo Chen raised his eyebrows.

Before he could respond more, Jiang Xinyi had turned around and sat down in front of the computer, clicked the game and entered his account password.

In the process, Mo Chen took the book and pen in Wenxi's hand and threw it aside, then exchanged a look with Liu Weizhe.

In just a few seconds of contact, they already knew about Jiang Xinyi's personality. Using four words to summarize is his own way.

Such people are not easy to manage.

But as long as he really has the ability, his character is second.

Soon after Jiang Xinyi entered the game, Ling Shuyi also boarded.

The two added friends to each other and entered the map without too much speech.

Mo Chen and Wen Xi stood behind Jiang Xinyi to watch him operate, and Liu Weizhe sat down on the sofa on the side of the private room.

He logged into Weibo of his mobile phone and clicked into the official account of the SGH league. The impact of the four-row team's landing into a box was really great. After the game of the day, their total CLM points fell to second. The first is YEY, and the third is MQ.

Liu Weizhe frowned insignificantly, quit Weibo, pressed the black phone screen, and then cast a curious line of sight to both Mo Chen and Wen Xi.

He can't understand the game, but he can understand the expressions of Mo Chen and Wen Xi, and can judge the strength of Jiang Xinyi according to their expressions.

The first five minutes, no matter whether it was Mo Chen or Wenxi, there was no change in the expression on his face.

Mo Chen took a scrutiny in his sight, and more in Wen Xi's eyes was expectation.

In the 6th minute, I didn't know what Jiang Xinyi did. Mo Chen's eyes flashed with surprise. Wenxi's reaction was more intuitive. He tilted his head directly and looked a little cute.

Looking back at Ling Shuyi, there are surprises and surprises on his face, as if to say-hey, small sample, not bad!

At that moment, he found the position of Jiang Xinyi with a sniper rifle sight. Before he shot, he saw him shoot an arrow into the air.

Out of fear of the bow and arrow, he instinctively closed the gun to dodge, but the arrow did not shoot, but he lost Jiang Xinyi's position.

Before he could aim at the opponent again, the opponent had changed his sniper and shot his helmet off with a shot.

It turned out that the arrow shot by the opponent with a bow was just a guise, but he was turned around by him like a startled bird. When the reaction came, the rhythm was in the opponent's hand.

OK, dare to play me, and let you know who is the father in a moment-this