Chapter 89 Brother, she hit me!

At the door of her house, the brothers Meng Yanchuan and Meng Tinglan just watched her walk in without looking back.

Until her figure disappeared at the entrance, Meng Tinglan, who had been slapped in the face, touched his still hot face and jumped up and asked, "She hit me?"

"Third brother, she just hit me!"

Meng Yanchuan replied nonchalantly: "I saw it, you don't need to tell me specifically."

"???" Meng Tinglan was puzzled and said again unwillingly: "Brother, she hit me!"

Meng Yanchuan closed his eyes, a little speechless: "What's wrong with hitting you? As a brother, why do you care about these things?"

"I am the same age as her, but I was born ten minutes earlier than her!" For the first time, Meng Tinglan felt that he was about to lose favor.

"Then you are also my brother!" Meng Yanchuan replied in a serious tone.

Meng Tinglan stood there in a daze, his face full of doubt about life.

"Don't forget, you haven't apologized to my little sister yet."

Meng Yanchuan added, then locked the car and headed home.

That night, Meng Tinglan gently shattered.

*

The next day, Meng Zhiyi was woken up by a phone call from the courier.

She was wearing fluffy pajamas, had a chicken-coiled hairstyle, and ran down the stairs in slippers.

At this moment, the Meng family who were having breakfast in the restaurant heard the noise and looked over curiously.

Not long after, Meng Zhiyi came back with a laptop.

Meng Zhizhou wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked curiously, "Did you buy a computer?"

"Well, for study." Meng Zhiyi replied casually, and then went upstairs without stopping for long.

She made a hasty purchase of this last night.

After she went upstairs, Meng Zhizhou looked thoughtfully at the other two brothers at the table.

Asked: "Zhiyi has never had a computer?"

“…”

Meng Yanchuan and Meng Tinglan fell silent immediately.

How to say it?

Before this, they really didn't pay much attention to Meng Zhiyi's affairs.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Meng Zhizhou sighed: "The daughter of the Meng family, now in college, doesn't even have a computer to study on. If this gets out, it would be more embarrassing than what she did before, right?"

Meng Yanchuan reflected deeply on himself, and then said, "I wasn't at home much before, so I didn't pay much attention."

What he said was true. As a forensic doctor, Meng Yanchuan was probably the busiest person in the family besides Meng Zhizhou.

Especially with the serial murder cases during this period, Meng Yanchuan was busy for days and nights without rest.

Meng Tinglan, who was standing by, quickly made excuses for himself: "I'm not at home very often, and my relationship with her wasn't very good to begin with... Besides, my brother gives her so much pocket money every month, it's not like he doesn't have the money to buy it."

At the end of his speech, Meng Tinglan's voice gradually became quieter under Meng Zhizhou's gaze.

Meng Zhizhou: "You have quite a bit of pocket money, but I remember that I gave you your first computer."

Meng Tinglan lowered his head, chewed the toast in his hand dryly, and muttered: "You can't just blame me..."

Yes, no one in the entire Meng family really cared about Meng Zhiyi.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the restaurant froze.

The three brothers couldn't explain how they felt for a while.

After a while, Meng Zhizhou stood up first and said, "Everyone, please reflect on your mistakes. Don't try to use me to avoid your own fate while acting so superior."

"In the final analysis, it is the Meng family that owes her, not her to us."

At the same time, Meng Zhiyi in the upstairs room did not know that after she bought a computer, her three brothers conducted a deep review and reflection.

She happily connected to the Internet, and immediately downloaded the game One Sword Three Lives, starting a wonderful day for the internet-addicted girl.

After experiencing the joy of the game in Meng Tinglan's studio last night, Meng Zhiyi couldn't wait to register an account.

One Sword, Three Lives is a martial arts online game with a grand game world, many ways to play and a high degree of freedom.

The most noteworthy thing is the in-game fighting mode, the 1v1 or 3v3 free fighting mode, which is Meng Zhiyi's favorite.

After downloading the game, she chose a game profession that was more difficult to operate.

"What's your name?"

Meng Zhiyi was stuck on the character creation interface.

After thinking for a moment, an idea suddenly came to her mind, and she typed in a few words with a wicked smile.

After a few seconds, system sounds rang out in the game.

"When did Meng Tinglan become obscure? Hello, welcome to One Sword Three Lives~"

Outside the door, Meng Tinglan, who had just passed by, stopped and looked behind him in confusion.

Did someone call him just now?

"Illusion?" Meng Tinglan frowned, and then his eyes rested on the door of Meng Zhiyi's bedroom.

When he was hesitating whether to go find her to apologize, his cell phone vibrated, interrupting his thoughts.

[Brother Meng, there is a little bud here, is she your hater? ]

A screenshot was attached to the WeChat message. It was a player wearing novice clothes and with a small grass sprout on his head. His ID was '孟听瀾什麼時候糊'.

Meng Tinglan: “???”

Depend on!

He was actually cursing him for being stupid!

【Wait for me, I'll log in right away! 】

【Call the brothers and surround this man! 】

Meng Zhiyi didn't know that he was being targeted as soon as he entered the game.

She upgraded her level to 30 according to the novice mission, and after getting the basic equipment, she couldn't wait to enter the fighting game.

In fact, one of the fair aspects of this game is that it takes very good care of civilian players.

For all gameplays in the game that involve fighting, the system will adjust all equipment and mental skills to a fair mode.

Except for the different skill combinations and mental methods matched by the players themselves, all other factors are fair.

There won't be a situation where a player has better equipment and skills and thus crushes his opponent.

Therefore, under such competition rules, what is tested is the player's understanding of the game character's skills and the player's own operation.

While Meng Zhiyi was still enjoying the competition, Meng Tinglan had already gathered several people and came to the Novice Village to block her.

They are all people who have spent a lot of money in the game. The game characters are all equipped with top-level equipment, and the clothes they wear are equivalent to a house in a third- or fourth-tier city in real life.

These people have always been the talk of the town in the game, and seeing them all gathered in the Novice Village immediately attracted the attention of the players.

"Where are the people? Where did they go?"

In the game mall, Meng Tinglan asked with gritted teeth.

"He was here just now. Maybe he was on a mission?" someone answered.

Meng Tinglan: "Then go to the various novice mission receiving points and wait there. If you see that person, kill him for me!"

"This is not good. He is a novice. If we kill him with this configuration, where will we put our faces?"

"It's just an ID. Who doesn't have a few haters, right?"

"Brother Meng, don't bother with him."

It's true, every celebrity has some haters.

Meng Tinglan had encountered black fans before, but he always turned a blind eye to them.

But for some reason, he was particularly angry today.

"Change to a small account. There are so many haters. Just target him."

Meng Tinglan had spoken, and the others had no choice but to log off and change their accounts.

But just when they changed their numbers and prepared to wait at the mission point, someone in Mai cried out in surprise.

"Oh my god, look at the martial arts rankings!"

"What's wrong? Aren't the top ten on the list all ours? What's so good about that?"

"Wait, holy shit! So awesome?!" someone else exclaimed.

"He created the account less than three hours ago. Are you sure there are no bugs?"

Meng Tinglan heard them being surprised and not saying anything specific, and immediately got angry: "You didn't find the person, so you're just saying 'Fuck it.'"

"Brother Meng, that person has already reached 11th on the list." someone said.

"What list is No. 11?" Meng Tinglan asked impatiently.

"1v1 Martial Arts Ranking, 11th on a single server, top 30 on all servers."

"What???" Meng Tinglan thought it was simply nonsense, and he clicked on the ranking list without believing it.

As a result, he clearly saw the ID 'Meng Tinglan When Will He Become a Faker' firmly hanging at the 11th position on the ranking list.

Meng Tinglan's expression became serious.

It is not scary to top the list, after all, the rankings are updated in real time.

But it is very scary that a small account with a level of 30 can reach 11th on the list in less than three hours.

Could it be that this is a smurf account created by some big guy?

"Brother Meng, he's out!" A surprised voice from the earphone brought Meng Tinglan back to his senses.

"I kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zhiyi's game character fell directly to the ground.

At this moment, Meng Zhiyi was staring at the game interface that had turned gray in front of the computer, memorizing the ID of the person who killed him, with ferocity flashing in his eyes.