Zhang Ye picked up the two piles of money on the ground. They said they were two piles of money, but they were actually a group of 5 copper coins, a total of 10 copper coins. For Zhang Ye, who was currently carrying 51 silver coins, it was just a fraction.
There was also a piece of white equipment with a suffix on the ground, which was a level 0 necklace. Zhang Ye picked it up and threw it into his backpack, then walked towards the next monster.
At this time, everyone who was still equipped with taunts suddenly fell silent. Even those who were still fighting monsters stopped and watched Zhang Ye walk towards the second monster with a hint of luck in their hearts.
"How is this possible? It's violent again, even more than before!"
The voice was a bit lost, and there was a bit of despair in the tone. The crowd of onlookers almost didn't believe their own eyes, and the monsters were violently violent in succession. This could no longer be described as luck. The people around looked at Zhang Ye with expressions that were almost monster-like.
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Zhang Ye's heart trembled. At this moment, he was more or less touched, because he remembered something that he had almost forgotten.
The first human race, 20 points of luck.
Could it be that 20 points of luck increase the explosion rate of monsters?
Zhang Ye was horrified. Even if the explosion rate was increased, it would never be so outrageous. It was just like using a cheat device to achieve 100% explosion rate.
When Zhang Ye walked towards the third monster and killed it easily, the onlookers made no sound except for their wide mouths and red eyes.
Because Zhang Ye once again made a big fuss, the same two piles of money, the same white equipment with a suffix.
At this time, Zhang Ye had no intention of leveling up. Although he enjoyed the strange feeling of being watched like this, he also knew that something was wrong. He even imagined that his account had a bug and would be recycled by a flashy developer, leaving all the previous problems behind.
The excitement and passion disappeared, and I even thought that from becoming the first useless human being to the first player whose account was deleted by the developer, I would remain a laughing stock for the rest of my life, and I would not be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life.
Pushing aside the crowd, his ears were buzzing, and he felt a turbid air in his chest that was about to burst out. He even forgot how he walked this way.
When he took off his gaming helmet and collapsed on the bed in his dormitory, he only had a look of depression on his face.
"It must be a bug. No game allows players to have a 100% explosion rate. My account will be deleted and I will lose everything."
He has always been unknown, but his character suddenly exploded. He couldn't find the reason. The only possibility he could think of was a bug. How could the good things in this world take the initiative to patronize him?
Zhang Ye gave a self-deprecating sneer and felt a sense of grievance in his heart.
He was the only one in the dormitory at night. Today was the first day of the opening of Fuhua server. Zeng Hao had previously announced that he would hold a banquet at the Peninsula 5-star hotel today. Originally, he was looking forward to it, especially after thinking that he might be able to
Seeing Zhao Jing's drunken state after drinking, she felt a rush of blood, but now there was nothing left.
After being hungry all day, Zhang Ye feebly climbed out of bed, left the dormitory, and walked aimlessly under the swaying neon lights, as if he was in the glitz.
It's a pity that now he no longer has the passion for exploration.
At 9 o'clock in Chengdu, various barbecues and spicy hotpots are all over the streets. The lights are swaying and rising in the hot mist, and they melt in the eyes. The stools in the corners carry cold bodies, and the eyes are young girls dressed up and showing off.
What struck my ears was the splendor of the server, which was only launched today. From time to time, there was the sound of bottles clinking, and a few delicate laughters.
"Little sister, there's no room left, why don't you squeeze in over there!"
The landlady pointed at the corner where Zhang Ye was. Zhang Ye, who was still waiting for the barbecue, saw a head of long black hair hanging down first, sweeping across his face due to the strong wind.
good smell.
Zhang Ye pretended to be calm, but his squinting eyes betrayed his heart. He didn't have a girlfriend in his sophomore year. It was just a meeting. The woman in front of him was even more beautiful than Zhao Jing, especially the tip of her slightly straight nose.
, giving her a mixed-race beauty.
The barbecue came, Zhang Ye buried his head in eating, but he was very panicked. He was very good at saying something, or saying hello when he met by chance, just like in the movie, more fun and natural.
But he didn't dare.
"Are you a student of Sichuan University?"
A very gentle voice sounded, and Zhang Ye could hardly believe his ears.
He raised his head suddenly, but his raised thigh almost knocked over the table. Several skewers of barbecue fell to the ground, causing the woman opposite to smile coquettishly.
Her voice is so nice, Zhang Ye thought.
"Uh...I am."
Zhang Ye was a little embarrassed. He said just three words with a trembling voice, "How did you know?"
"Aren't the people sitting here all from Sichuan University?"
The woman's eyebrows were smiling and she looked at him very interestingly.
"oh……"
Zhang Ye was a little disappointed. He shouldn't have said "oh". Maybe he should have asked a few more questions, but it was too late to take back what he said.
There was a brief silence, Zhang Ye felt a little longing in his heart, the barbecue in his hand had gradually become cold under the frosty weather.
"Your barbecue is cold."
The woman had her hands brushing away a bunch of hair, and her eyes were always smiling, and she was indescribably beautiful.
Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, and he randomly grabbed a barbecue stick. The coldness in his mouth unexpectedly aroused his inner frustration, and a thin mist rose in his eyes.
Suddenly, a hand flashed past him, almost startling Zhang Ye. He raised his head and only heard the woman's question.
"Are you okay?"
Zhang Ye was suddenly moved.
Are you okay?
Once upon a time, who had asked himself this question? With a sudden impulse, Zhang Ye blurted out the words that he had been holding back for a long time and almost swallowed.
"Do you play flashy?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, and her smile faded a little. Under Zhang Ye's hot eyes, she suddenly smiled again.
"Well, I'll play."
"Then...come tomorrow...I'll give you a gift."
Zhang Ye almost didn't have the courage to finish this sentence. He mustered up the energy in his heart and looked at the woman eagerly, fearing that she would say no.
The woman smiled even harder this time, her eyes almost crinkled.
"Okay, what's your name?"
"Little Tornado." When Zhang Ye said his name, he felt shy for the first time because of the vulgarity of his name.
