"Of course I'm going to come!"

Hearing Yang's question, the middle school boy Song Yue widened his eyes, as if he had heard something incredible.??

"Do you know what the Shengjian Day means?"

“What does it mean?”

Yang slipped his lips. He really had no idea about Shengjianri, so he didn't understand why the second-year junior boy looked like this now.

Of course, he could probably imagine something from the previous memory of the Admiral.

However, the impression is not deep.

"Old Yang, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Just as Yang was waiting for the junior high school boy to give him some science to popularize the Holy Construction Day, the junior high school boy suddenly changed his mind and talked about another thing.

"What bet?"

Yang didn't react at all.

However, as the saying goes, mentally ill people have broad ideas, and middle-aged teenagers are more happy. Yang is too lazy to think so much, so he directly asked about middle-aged teenagers.

"We both built our own business and saw who can ship it!"

Bet on character...

Yang shrugged. He didn't mind playing a game with the second-year junior boy for such a useless bet.

However.

"What if you win, what if you lose?"

"If you win, I will tell you why I can call the wind and rain without relying on the ship girl in this mission copy."

I'll go!

Yang looked at the middle school boy in surprise.

This guy is OK.

Although the junior high school boy is second, he is capable.

It is obvious that he also found that in this mission copy, he could only rely on the ship girl and not use his own power. More importantly, he not only realized the mystery, but also unlocked the correct posture to untie the knot.

Then it's interesting.

"What if I lose?"

"If it's Lao Yang, you lose, just promise me something."

"What's the matter?"

Yang asked vigilantly.

He hated this kind of request the most. Thinking about Zhang Wuji was tortured to death because of Zhao Min’s three requests. Although the two finally got married, the ups and downs experienced in this way were already difficult enough from the perspective of them, the bystanders.

So he didn't want to be a second-tier player like this, let alone a second-tier player is still a man.

"It's very simple. Just Lao Yang, you can just pass on a message when you meet someone in the future."

"Tell me a message for you?"

Yang Weiwei was stunned.

"Yes, if you bet on bloodlines, just help me do this."

It doesn't sound like it's a hassle.

Although Yang was not interested in things like the Shengjian Day blood test, it was worth a try when he heard that the middle school boy had a way to deal with the sanctions from the system. After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Yang immediately agreed.

"Okay, I'll bet on this game with you!"

"good!"

As the picture changed, Yang and the second middle boy were already in a closed space.

"How do you want to bet?"

"Just simpler, you will definitely win or lose!"

The middle-aged boy's eyes were shining with glitter and he said with excitement:

"We use the same resources to bet on the same ship. Whoever can win will win once it is shipped?"

"Is this method inappropriate?" Yang had not yet interfered, and the secretary-ship beside him spoke first, "What if neither of you had shipped?"

This situation is not impossible. Think about Yang before, he got nothing after the construction of the Great, so he was possessed by Yang in despair.

The middle-aged boy smiled slightly: "That's okay. If that's the case, let's see whoever is more rare in the ship girl will win."

"Isn't it that compares who's practicality but who's rare? Should I say that I am really a middle-aged boy?" Yang nodded after listening to the middle-aged boy saying this, "Okay, just do it!"

"But the admiral..."

Secretary Ship Niaohai was planning to persuade her again, but Yang raised his hand to stop her, "Niaohai, if he didn't bet on this game with the middle school boy today, he would probably not give up."

After Yang finished speaking, he turned to the middle school boy:

"I'm right? Second-class?"

“That’s exactly that!”

The middle school boy nodded with emphasis.

As a result, a bet that changed the fate of many people officially kicked off on this ship.

"This is the boat we are going to bet on this time!"

In the cabin, Yang and the second middle-aged boy each led their two ship girls to sit separately on both sides of a long table, and the two sides were clearly separated.

The secretary-general of the second young man, the heavy cruiser of the Vikita, is introducing to both sides the goal of the two men to obtain the ship through the construction of the big building.

"South Dakota is a powerful battleship (bb) or a rare high battleship with strong firepower and thick armor. It is not only a rare ship girl, but also a practical ship girl. Because its own ship type, which is transformed into a battleship, is relatively low-width bridge design, and the thicker armor than other battleships under the same tonnage, is affectionately called "Nan Pang" by the admirals."

"The name is very interesting..." Yang listened to Weiqita's explanation and looked at the model picture of the South Dakota, murmured, "...Isn't it really fat, at most a little short. By the way, is this ship really useful?"

"It's both useful and rare. No wonder the other party chose this ship as a bet this time, but it's probably not easy to get it in construction."

Niao Hai next to Yang analyzed.

"It doesn't matter, I won't say anything else. Just by luck, I don't think I will lose to the second place."

Yang said this, after all, in the mission copy of Diablo 2, he had already verified that his character (that is, luck) was much better than that of the junior high school boy, so he naturally didn't worry much at this moment.

But then again, even if you really lose, it’s nothing. Isn’t it just a matter of passing a sentence for the middle school boy? It’s simple.

"Okay, then come!"

"Come on, fight happily!"

Yang and the second middle school boy both lifted up the fuel, steel, ammunition and aluminum in their hands at a certain proportion, threw it into a machine that seemed like a portal, and then pressed the bright red button of the machine at the same time.

"Crack, guru, guru..."

The machine gradually began to vibrate, and a rumbling sound came out.

Although he was not interested in the blood test of Dajian, he was also a little curious when facing this situation. Can he build Nan Pang himself? Or, in the words of a middle-second boy, do he have European blood? (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!