Song Nanwu is quite interested in this handheld competitive game.
I got to know a little bit about League of Legends at the internet cafe that day, and when I saw the hero selection interface, I immediately locked on a shooter.
Rong Jue immediately picked a support.
He actually plays a mage, in the mid lane, and doesn't really like playing the support position.
But in front of the young lady, these are all nothing.
Song Nanwu had just started playing League of Legends, and she played more aggressively and fiercely. With the help of Rong Jue, she got the first blood in the first two minutes.
Rong Jue originally thought that winning this game would be a matter of minutes, but he never expected that the opponent's assassin would disrupt all the rhythm.
It was simply a one-man show, and the whole audience was excited.
Song Nanwu was also caught by the opponent's assassin. No matter whether it was to retreat in the laning phase or in a team battle, the assassin would die immediately. Even if he had to cross the tower, he would still take her head.
Looking at the interface that turned gray again, Song Nanwu's heart skipped a beat.
This person really aroused her competitive spirit that she hadn't felt for a long time.
"Miss, follow me. Don't rush ahead. The shooter is too fragile."
Rong Jue typed a line of words on the public screen.
Song Nanwu glanced at it and replied softly, "Okay."
However, the economic gap between them had already widened due to the enemy assassins. Even if they stopped fighting and stayed at home, they could not withstand the assassins' aggressive attack. They were wiped out in a one-on-five fight and their crystal was directly destroyed.
However, the game was over in nearly eight minutes.
Song Nanwu had a record of 1 kill, 12 deaths, and 0 assists, and was also reported by teammates for intentionally giving away kills.
Rong Jue comforted her, "Miss, it's okay. You just started playing. I was often reported when I first started playing. I'll play the mage in the next game and I'll definitely help you fly."
As soon as Rong Jue sent the message, he was mercilessly ridiculed by his friends who were watching the game nearby.
"Tsk, Goujue, didn't you also say you wanted to take your little sister flying in the last game, but you failed to take off, haha."
"Alas, my sister accidentally got on Gou Jue's hearse. I'm afraid I won't play with you anymore in the future."
"Haha, Gou Jue's pretense failed, the appraisal is complete."
"However, do you think the assassin's fighting style just now was a bit like J God? Could it be J God's alias?"
"You're overthinking it. This is definitely another J-god imitator. But he played really well. A bronze rank player actually managed to kill Gou Jue multiple times."
Hearing this, Rong Jue glared at his friends nearby in dissatisfaction, "He was just lucky to run into me playing support. If I were playing a mage, we'd see who would be the one to kill."
His title of the best mage in District Five is not undeserved.
Song Nanwu didn't reply to Rong Jue, but clicked directly on the information of the assassin who killed her twelve times. She added him as a friend, but was rejected because the reason was that you are too bad.
Too bad?
Song Nanwu looked at the friend rejection message with the attached message, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked Fang Shu beside her with some confusion.
"What do you mean by 'You're too good'?"
"I'm scolding you. What I mean is that you're a jerk or you're playing too badly. What? Are you being scolded?" Fang Shu looked at Song Nanwu and asked.
"Oh, that should be it." Song Nanwu responded, her eyes fell back on the computer screen, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.
Oh, six o'clock? She remembers you.
"There are always some people with bad qualities in the game, so don't take them seriously. When Zhao Sheng and I are done with our work, let's play together and we'll take you flying." Fang Shu said.
"Okay." Song Nanwu responded and clicked the mouse to add six more friends.
This time, it was accompanied by the message, "I will fight back."
At the same time, a handsome and elegant man on the other end of the computer heard this, curled his lips sarcastically, and ignored it.
There are always people in the alliance who are abused and killed and refuse to accept it.
On the other hand, a gentle man wearing gold-rimmed glasses laughed and teased, "Red Dust Wanderer, what a coquettish name. But it seems our J God has attracted hatred again and is being targeted."
Si Jin glanced at Nie Hao lazily, leaned back in the chair, opened her red lips slightly, and said harshly, "You are so good that you want to kill yourself. It's a good idea."
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However, it was just a small incident, so Song Nanwu didn't worry about it anymore and continued to team up with Rong Jue.
Rong Jue returned to the position of mage and led Song Nanwu to great heights.
Fang Shu and Zhao Sheng joined in after they finished their work, and the four of them played together until noon.
When it was time to eat, Zhao Sheng and Fang Shu ordered takeout as usual.
But seeing that Song Nanwu didn't move, Zhao Sheng asked, "Nanwu, aren't you going to eat? Do you want to order takeout with us?"
Song Nanwu had no idea about eating.
After all, in the 27th century when resources were scarce and scarce, people only ate nutritional supplements.
Fortunately, the nutritional supplements in the military area are much better than those on the market. One bottle can last for three days and comes in a variety of flavors.
Although Song Nanwu likes to eat, she is not greedy.
But what will eating be like in the 21st century? History books record that the world is rich in resources, with everything available for human consumption, a food paradise.
"Please help me order. I'm not picky. I'll eat whatever you eat." Song Nanwu said to Zhao Sheng.
Hearing Song Nanwu say this, Zhao Sheng casually ordered a set meal for her. He was a little worried that she might not like it. After all, women's minds are hard to guess!
But her eyes lit up when she looked at the set meal, and she looked extremely happy, as if she was completely relieved.
Fortunately, she really didn't mean she wasn't picky when she said she wasn't picky.
Song Nanwu really didn't expect that food in the 21st century would be so delicious. The taste was simply indescribable, and nutritional supplements could not compare to it at all.
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