315. Fanwai "The Only Possibility (Now Turning to Spoof)" III

The setting sun smeared a caramel-colored glow on the transparent glass of the venue, and the red glow outside was like a brocade.

Xue Meng and Xiaolong walked around the huge hall. At this time, there was no one in the gym, the training was over, and only the incandescent lights in the equipment room were still on.

One person and one dragon looked at each other and walked towards the equipment room.

They saw the burning of the junior high school era, probably because he was only in the first year of junior high school, and his poor family did not provide him with sufficient nutrition, so naturally, the child still did not grow taller. He was not very different from the image he saw in the noodle shop. The ink-burning thin body was wrapped in a sack-like school uniform, the dirty black hair was hanging on the cheeks, and the ghostly inconspicuous little devil head.

The little ghost head turned his back to them, sitting cross-legged on the ground, sorting out the badminton that the students used up.

"Why is he alone?" Xue Meng puzzled, "Aren't others helping?"

Xiaolong flipped through the guide and frowned: "Well, they just played a badminton match with the opposite class this afternoon, and they lost badly... The other players agreed that it was the burning of ink that was holding them back, so they threw him away. Here to organize the equipment for everyone..."

After reading it, I couldn't help but stunned: "Wow, this is too miserable."

As Xue Meng, the proud son of heaven, he had never experienced the taste of being a man of the pot, so he was stunned for a while, and after a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and finally reacted.

"Damn it!" he said angrily, "What a mess! If you lose the game, you are looking for a problem in one person? Are these people's heads caught by the door?!"

"I appreciate your majesty, Xiao Xuemeng." Xiaozhulong said, "But our current task seems to be to open the main story of the heroine encounter for the back pot man?"

"I appreciate your ruthlessness, four-legged bug." Xue Meng rolled his eyes, and went over to study with Xiaolong this time the heroine that can be attacked.

On this game node, there are three female characters that can be selected to activate.

"One is named Yao Lan, who is a senior two years higher than Mo Ran."

"Then it's almost graduation." Xiao Zhulong shook his head, "No, there are too many unstable factors."

"You're right." Xue Meng narrowed his eyes and looked at the next one, "The second one is called Rong Yan, this... scumbag? This is the dean???"

Xiaozhulong was stunned: "Can the ink burn to attack the dean?"

"She's 36 years old! He's only 13 years old! This is not a mother-in-law relationship, this is an aunt's love!"

In their shouting, a big red cross suddenly appeared on the guide, followed by a line of crooked and shy small words:

"Sorry orz, I made a miscalculation, this can't be a strategy."

Little Candle Dragon: "..."

Xue Meng: "So this guide is really not artificial intelligence, but artificial mental retardation, right?"

The guide shyly and hurriedly erased the words about Rong Yan. Because he was too hasty, he even accidentally erased half of Yao Lan's photos.

"Only the last one left." Xue Meng turned down a page, "This, Luo Xianxian."

According to the guide, Luo Xianxian is the class flower of their class, and is favored by all the boys. Moreover, she has a gentle personality and a noble character. She is never arrogant and arrogant, and has a very kind heart.

"Okay, that's it." Xue Meng said, "I will be tempted to praise again, perfect wife."

"That's for you." Xiaozhulong is well-informed, "Some men have unique tastes, and they like perverted and spicy ladies, 10cm high heels can't be less than 1cm, flaming red lips, small leather whip, sunglasses and military caps. Clothes, when you get angry, you don't slap half your face, but evenly on the left and right."

Xue Meng commented: "I'm afraid you are talking about a senior VIP member of the s (cough) m club."

Whether Mo Ran is such a vip member, they don't know.

But they happily agreed that Luo Xianxian had a better chance of winning than Yao Lan.

Raiders begin.

"I tried my best to delay the ink burning in the equipment room until the beginning of the self-study at six o'clock in the evening." Xue Mengnian said, "And ensure that the image of the ink burning at that time was very miserable."

"anything else?"

Xue Meng carefully read the guide three or four times: "No more."

"That's it?" Xiaolong asked in surprise.

"That's it." Xue Meng closed the book.

The dragon's head leaned out and looked at the wall clock on the wall: "It's almost five o'clock now, just drag him for another hour, so we can talk about it."

The two of them rolled up their sleeves and did what they said. It shouldn't be too simple to drag the time. They stared at the movement of the ink burning, and when the ink burned finally put the racket on the shelf, they cast a spell, the shelf began to shake, and then fell down unreasonably with an anti-human movement.

Noisy and choppy, the ping-pong volleyball fell to the floor.

Ink burning: "..."

Looking at the black eyes of the little guy that opened wide involuntarily, the eyes of the dog when he was injured. Xue Meng and Xiaozhulong couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt.

But they still believe that they are doing nothing wrong.

The ink burned and began to rush to rearrange the sports equipment that fell on the ground - his hands and feet were very neat, and it didn't take long for those things to return to their places, although he was tired and sweaty, and his wet lips were slightly opened and closed. , and some breathing.

But have to admit, he is really talented in organizing.

Xue Meng was stunned to watch him put the last dropped table tennis ball back into the barrel at such a fast speed and stuffed it into the corner. It only took fifteen minutes for the entire cleaning process.

"..." Xue Meng swallowed his throat and bumped Xiaolong with his arm, "You come again."

So the ink burned and watched the equipment rack as if it was caught in the wind, and inexplicably fell a second time.

"..."

Then the third time, the fourth time...

They watched the exhausted and weak figure chasing the ball running all over the field, covered in sweat, and their eyes were at a loss, but they still carefully managed the ball again and again, repeatedly checked whether the four feet of the shelf were safe, and carefully placed the equipment. Put it back in place.

But the ball rack still always collapses at the last minute.

In the end, Mo Ran stood in front of the shelf, his eyes were a little wet and aggrieved - he was probably taking this as a high-level joke set by a classmate to make fun of him.

Holding the basketball, his thin and lonely figure looked embarrassed and helpless.

Xue Meng's conscience has been destroyed to the extreme, and he can't stand it: "We are like bad people."

Xiaozhulong covered his mung bean eyes with his fat dragon claws, and howled, "No. You are the only bad person, I'm just a bad dragon woo woo woo."

Five minutes to six.

The ink burned again and panted, and the equipment rack was four times higher than him, and he got down from the ladder.

This time, he stood in front of the shelf hesitantly and waited for more than ten seconds.

No movement.

did not fall.

After more than ten seconds, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around with a heavy pace to get out of the equipment room.

However, where he couldn't see it, Xue Meng and Xiaolong had already quarreled.

"You come!"

"No! I just came here!"

"I push shelves much more than you do!"

"I don't want it! I can't live with my conscience! I think I'm bullying my little classmates!"

"Then can I get by?!"

Three to six. Seeing that the ink is burning, he is about to go out, and the task will soon fall short, and Xue Meng is still going out. With the courage to close his eyes and seal for a long time, he gritted his teeth and slammed into the equipment shelf.

rumbling—

The shelves were full of things, and even the shelves themselves fell to the ground, and a cloud of dust was thrown up under the lights. More thoroughly than ever before.

The transparent Xue Meng and Xiaolong are good, and the little ink that shrinks his neck and turns back at the door is also good.

All were stunned.

"...But it's finally past 6 o'clock, isn't it?"

Afterwards, Xiaolong took a long time to appease Xue Meng's broken heart as the shelf collapsed.

"Oh, this is not your original intention, you see, the heaven will give great responsibility to the people of this country..."

Xue Meng still covered his face, squatting next to the ink burning, biting his lips and silently arranging the equipment: "Shut up."

Xiaolong shut up.

But after a while, Xue Meng heard its noisy voice again: "Hey! Hey, look-"

Xue Meng: "Shut up for me!"

Xiaolong: "Luo Xianxian is here!!"

Xue Meng raised his head sharply, but saw that Luo Xianxian's full and graceful figure appeared outside the slightly open door in the not dazzling yellow light of the gymnasium. She pushed the door open, and there were a pair of slender white and tender legs under the pleated skirt of the school uniform. The sneakers stepped on the plastic floor, and the steps were light like a mermaid from the deep sea.

St. Light. drop. Pro! !

There are only these four words in Xue Meng's head.

He burst into tears. Great! He finally no longer has to push equipment shelves without his conscience! ! For this reason, he has to give Luo Xianxian ten points! !

"Ink burning?" Luo Xianxian opened her mouth, her voice soft and sweet, like a summer orange blossom.

Xue Meng and Xiaozhulong wept together, and felt that the burning gay career was finally saved.

Classmate Ban Hualuo quickly followed the light to the equipment room, leaning sideways and carefully probing half of his face. Seeing that the ink was still busy, he couldn't help but widen his beautiful eyes.

"Hey...why is it so messy?"

When the ink burned, I saw her and sighed: "The shelf is down."

"The teacher asked me to tell you to go back to the evening self-study." Luo Xianxian walked into the equipment room and looked around, "...Let me help you, the two of you, hurry up and go back together after finishing."

The ink burned for a moment, and then sweat dripped from the eyelashes and dripped into the eyes.

He wiped his hands in a hurry and muttered gratefully, "Thank you."

"It's a good start." Little Candle Dragon was very moved.

"It's gratifying." Xue Meng was very emotional.

The two adolescent girls were busy helping each other in the dimly lit small room, the pleated skirts flew gently with the footsteps, and the boys held one volleyball after another, handed them to the scaffolding Beautiful girl organizing equipment.

"Woo woo woo." Xiao Zhulong burst into tears, "Human love is so cute."

Xue Meng rarely agreed, probably because it was caused by him: "It is indeed pure and innocent, which makes me moved."

Two classmates climbed up and down, but Xue Meng finally came down too hard. The mess in the house was cleaned up slower than any time before. They were full of energy to clean up for more than an hour.

So, it's time for the gym to close.

When the footsteps of the classmates on duty came from outside the door, Xue Meng and Xiao Zhulong were still immersed in their own joy and could not extricate themselves.

Until they turned around and saw a handsome senior holding a scoreboard and wearing a badge of honor walking in.

Xue Meng: "..."

Little Candle Dragon: "..."

They found their smiles frozen like sun-baked shit, and each other's mouths were involuntarily opening O-shapes.

"This is that..." Xue Meng's throat was dry.

The little candle dragon simply screamed: "It's that Chu nightning!!"

Chu nightning walked into the smoky equipment room. Thanks to him being so calm at a young age, he only frowned when he saw the house after the tsunami: "What's going on?"

The ink burned and turned his head, and his eyes were very bright, with the wetness after excessive exercise.

Tidying things up with Luo Xianxian made him relaxed and happy, so he naturally smiled brightly at this senior who had never met before, with pears on his cheeks.

"Things fell to the ground and are being sorted out. If the senior wants to close the door, he has to wait a little longer."

Chu nightning sighed, and when Xue Meng and Xiao Zhulong shook their heads, they put down the record board in their hands, and walked into the small house where there was only one man and one woman.

Although the senior has a poker face, he has a good heart: "I will help you."

Luo Xianxian smiled and said, "That's great. Thank you, senior."

Xiaolong and Xue Meng roared together: "Thank him for being a big head!!!!"

Because Xue Meng's last elbow hit the cabinet too hard, the butterfly flapped its wings, and the fate was changed again.

When they came to see the results 20 years later with the fate jump machine, they tragically found that the ink burnt and the current dean who had become the president of the school's investment (this is the reason why the guide made a mistake, it put the dean of Rong confused with Dean Chu), chatting in the stands of the gymnasium back then.

It was still more than six o'clock, and it was still the evening when the clouds were like a sea of ​​red maples.

There were no people in the empty gymnasium. They were sitting in the stands. Only two students on duty were mopping the ground. They were at one end, the cleaning students were at the other end, and the distance was too far, leaving only two unrecognizable shadows.

"Where's Luo Xianxian?" Xiao Zhulong didn't give up, and asked tremblingly with a glimmer of hope.

Xue Meng chose silence.

Because he saw Mr. Mo holding Teacher Chu's hand in an inconspicuous place.

Later, even when no one was paying attention, the ink burned over and kissed Chu Wanning's cheek quickly and gently.

Oh shit.

...and start all over again! ! !

I can't help you if you don't believe me! ! !

So they used the jump machine again to come to another turning point in the game.

"Where is this time?"

Before Xiao Zhulong could stand still, he asked impatiently and impatiently.

Xue Meng was as angry and unwilling as it was. He quickly looked around and made a precise judgment: "It seems that the age is relatively early. It is estimated that this node is burning before going to kindergarten. I am afraid that the gender consciousness is not clearly divided. It is a good opportunity to change the ending of the game. ."

"...So where exactly are we?"

Xue Meng raised his finger and pointed to the left at three o'clock, and read out the small round characters on the entrance gate accurately: "To make you play in a children's theme park."

The little candle dragon rubbed his fists and rubbed his claws, his whole body seemed to be enveloped by the golden light full of fighting spirit, and his eyes were blazing: "Okay! The playground is the concentration of sweet little girls, this time I must give the ink burning strategy a perfect target, absolutely Can't fail!"

But Xue Meng was not as impulsive as before. From the first two failures, he summed up some experience, so before starting work, he narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his head.

"I'm wondering if we should change the strategy this time."

"What?" Xiaozhulong's beard twitched, "What do you mean?"

Xue Mengdao: "Before we all failed in the appearance of Chu nightning, I have a bad feeling, even if this time we still trigger the female lead line, but the Chu nightning branch line will still be triggered at a certain point in time. . He seems to have a special fate with Mo Ran, just like a bug in this game."

Xiaolong wagged his tail unhappily: "What is the fate of them, it's like buy one get one free shampoo in the supermarket."

"That's right." Xue Meng said, "Imagine, if we worked hard to attract beautiful girls according to the strategy, but because of some reasons to kill a thousand knives, Chu nightning passed by once again..."

Xiaolong rolled his mung bean eyes and thought for a second, before he let out a piercing scream: "Then it's fucked up!"

Xue Meng slapped his thigh: "That's right! It's all fucked up!"

"So what should we do?"

As a scholar who has the courage to abandon books and create new ways of playing, Xue Meng said hesitantly: "So I think, this time we will not only trigger the heroine, but also prevent the arrival of the npc of Chu Wanning!"

Xiaolong immediately clapped his hands to save face, and after a while, it found that it was still a little dazed, so it stretched out its short claws and tried to scratch its head. Unfortunately, the claws are too short to scratch the forehead at all.

Xue Meng glanced at it, and raised his hand kindly to help the little friend scratch its head.

The comforted little candle dragon snorted happily and asked: "Your plan is very good, but there is a problem, we are not programmers, and we don't know if Chu Wanning will appear and when. Will appear."

"I've thought about this for a long time." Xue Meng grinned, "We'll stay on the ground this time, let the ink burn freely, and see what kind of situation he will encounter with Chu Wanning. Well, if there is any possibility of them encountering, we must be very careful when we actually attack, and try our best to avoid this from happening."

Xiaolong is probably very comfortable with Xue Meng's massage, or he really appreciates the idea, or both.

Anyway, in the end, it smashed its mouth and said sincerely: "That's right, you are so good."

So the two friends happily reached a consensus in this way—

They decided to stay put in this game, let's see how Chu nightning and Mo Ran met in this playground.