"Senior brother, do you know about this Laoshizi support group?"
Li Longyuan, who was leaning on the sofa and browsing the forum, turned his head and looked at Fingel, who kept shaking the mouse beside him.
I didn’t expect that eating melons could also infect myself.
"Ah, ah? I don't know."
Fingel quickly pretended to be serious about playing the game and answered vaguely.
"But why did I see your name listed here, 'Lone Wolf in the Rain'? Isn't this your trumpet? Your position is still vice president."
The boy's casual tone made Fingel break into a cold sweat.
"Maybe it's a duplicate name. You know, some special symbols are not displayed."
At this moment, the tall and mighty German man barely swallowed his saliva and said dryly.
Damn it, how come this guy even remembers his own trumpet so clearly.
"Oh, that's also possible."
Li Longyuan suddenly accepted this reason.
Fingel, who was facing away from him and wearing black over-ear headphones, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"If I knew a guy was taking pictures of me in private, I would definitely teach him what it's like to take nude art photos."
The handsome boy's words immediately made Fingel's hair stand on end again. He resisted answering the question and kept wailing in his heart.
"Junior brother has such a dark heart!"
"jingle!"
A message alert came from the phone, and Fingel's ears became alert again.
This is a message from QQ, and Junior Brother has very few contacts, which means there is information to be mined.
Fingel's instinct as a paparazzi made him forget the threat, and a clear idea flashed through his mind.
"Fengjun, are you coming?"
The cute little yellow duck avatar sent the message, and at first glance she looked like a cute girl.
Li Yongyuan was leaning on the sofa, concentrating on replying to the message, but he didn't notice a big head sticking out from behind him.
"Come."
The reply was very direct.
"Okay, junior brother seems to be very dignified, and his attitude towards girls is so direct."
Fingel thought carefully, wondering where exactly they were going to meet and what they were going to do.
As expected, the boy stood up, and Fingel turned hastily away, afraid of being caught.
"Senior brother, move over."
The boy stepped across the sofa and appeared in front of the game console.
"Ah? What? Aren't you going out?" Fingel looked very confused.
The next second, Li Yongyuan put on the headphones, took over his position, and quickly tapped on the keyboard to log in to his account.
A game friend named "Eriyi's PSN" sent a message on time.
"Isn't this the guy we used to fight the King of Fighters with?"
Fingel stared at the screen in confusion. He still doesn't know the origin of the guy opposite.
Now they are playing a gun game, with smoke and flames from submachine guns hitting the screen.
"As expected of you, junior brother, who takes the girls to a gunfight."
Fingel mentally gave Li Longyuan a thumbs up and retracted his previous malicious speculations about him.
"Return to the blood."
In the game, Li Yongyuan continues to release his super vitality as the main attacker, and the girl beside him acts as an auxiliary priest, cooperating with the boy to recover from his injuries.
The two of them cooperated perfectly and passed the next level quickly.
"Handsome, junior brother."
Fingel praised that although he had never played this game, seeing Li Yongyuan's operation and hand speed was enough to tell that he was a top player.
But he immediately thought that the game console was leaving him, and his face turned gloomy again. His thoughts were really ups and downs.
Lionheart Club, Norton Hall
The ice-faced boy stood at the door of the archives room where Li Longyuan had entered, looking at the silver-white metal valves.
"are you ready?"
A beautiful girl with black hair and a short skirt stood next to him, Chu Zihang's deputy, Su Qian.
"Um."
Chu Zihang nodded slightly coldly.
When Anwar resigned, he once told him that to be president, you must have the temperament of a leader.
For him, silence is the best way. Because no matter how eloquent he is, no matter how high-spirited he talks, it can't be as inflammatory as the speech of Caesar, who has been regarded as the successor of the family since he was a child.
It's better not to say anything and give the people below a mysterious sense of grace and power.
Chu Zihang completely listened to these words, because they were in line with his wishes.
After returning from his trip to Japan, he was deeply aware of his shortcomings. When facing strong men like Yuan Zhisheng and Kazama Ruri, he had no power to fight back. His only purpose was to pass the Tang Hengdao to Li Longyuan.
Therefore, he hoped to find a way to improve himself in the violent blood information, at least not to hinder his teammates when performing tasks.
The giant alloy door weighing a hundred tons rose, and the young man in black disappeared behind the door.
Bean-sized drops of sweat flowed down from the forehead of the handsome young man, and finally merged into the clear and spacious pool water.
Caesar was doing push-ups by the swimming pool. He put one finger on each hand against the ground and counted to three hundred times before stopping.
This is the ancient martial arts training method he learned from watching Bruce Lee videos. It is indeed very tiring and the effect is obvious.
The student union venue was originally a place where he often held parties, but now it has become Caesar's training ground.
That war practice class taught him an unforgettable lesson. This pampered young man began to pay attention to the issue of personal combat power.
He had always believed that manpower had its limits after all, and with his long-term physical fitness, there was no need to polish it.
The most important thing to learn is how to plan the overall situation in order to control the overall situation.
But the power of the dragon-shaped Deadpool and Li Yongyuan's performance completely changed his mind.
"President, there are some things here that you need to review."
In the swimming pool, which was deserted except for Caesar, a beautiful girl dressed as a secretary walked in. Her platinum hair color matched perfectly.
Caesar was leaning in the swimming pool to relax his sore muscles. He took the iPad she handed and took a look at it.
In the photo, Li Yongyuan is standing on a windsurfing board riding the wind and waves. In the background behind the boy, there is a small figure.
That's Caesar himself.
"What's wrong? The champion of this windsurfing race is indeed Li Yongyuan."
Caesar admitted his failure, but he did not mean that he would always accept it.
"Many students in the forum compare you with Chu Zihang and Li Longyuan."
"Oh? What did they say?"
Caesar smiled with interest.
"They call you the "dictator" and say that based on your personal strength, without using any weapons, you are not as good as any of them. Even if you are allowed to use foreign objects, you can only barely fight for the second position.
"
The girl said hesitantly.
"Haha, that's interesting."
The blond young man showed a playful smile, but did not look angry or gloomy as expected.
"Where is Chu Zihang?"
Caesar asked.
"He is called the 'cold-faced Shura' and is touted as the murderous god who can tear apart everything with Murasame in his hands."
The girl used the word "praising", obviously she was not convinced by the comments from netizens.
"What about Li Yongyuan?"
Caesar didn't care about this and just waved his hand for her to continue.
"Many people call him 'Prince', and he is well-deserved to be the number one in terms of martial arts in the academy."
"Prince? Then who will be the emperor? The Black King?"
Caesar rubbed his chin and thought, the names of the netizens who caused trouble this session are really interesting.
This chapter has been completed!