Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 30 No.20 Nine Acts But For Your Majesty
Ronald Tang slept until noon.

He took out his cell phone beside the bed and took a look. The time was 12:36. He scratched his messy hair, yawned, and prepared to go back to sleep.

A train rumbled past outside the window, driving away all the sleepiness that had just brewed in him.

"Damn it..." Old Tang jumped up from the bed, cursed and got dressed.

The location where he rented the house was very poor. There was no sunshine in the winter and no cool breeze in the summer. It was located next to a certain train track. Almost all the corners were dark. The entire hut was less than [-] square meters and was filled with an odor. There is a musty smell, and sometimes it happens to be a rainy season, and moss will grow in the dark corners of the walls.

People in New York call this kind of house an affordable house. It is perfect for a person like him who has an unstable income and hangs his head on his belt. After all, no one knows, maybe in a certain next mission. I sent it myself.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, then picked up the bottled water in the living room and poured it into his mouth.

There was the last pack of instant noodles left in the cabinet. He carefully calculated the living expenses in his hand and found that it was probably only enough to last him a few days.

He walked to the computer, sat down, and entered a URL into the browser with ease.

The website opens with a black background and blood-red fonts, giving the entire interface a sense of weirdness.

The mouse wheel on his right hand kept sliding as he browsed the list of bounty tasks boredly. He was a bounty hunter and had been doing this for several years.

He prides himself on being a master in the bounty hunter business, and he is best at handling supernatural events. He has taken on all cases involving strange forces and deranged gods, and he has done them beautifully.

He dropped out of high school because he had no talent for reading, and he had no parents. He had been staying in the orphanage as long as he could remember. The dean said he was adopted and was at the door of the orphanage when he was picked up. .

He didn't have any skills, so he came into contact with the hunter website by chance. Since then, he has relied on taking on small tasks from time to time to earn some living expenses.

Fortunately, he has always been lucky, he thought. In the past, he took on errands to explore ancient tombs in the desert or shipwrecks in the ice sea. Each of these places sounded weirder than the last, but he never had any problems. It was as if there was a legendary third place. With his six senses, he could vaguely find the right path wherever there were traps and which way was the right way. He could get what his employer wanted smoothly every time, but it seemed that he was a bit too lucky.

In his boring and long life, he has no goals, but he likes money, so he doesn't mind taking on some errands, especially doing such exciting things can make money. In fact, he sometimes thinks that even if he doesn't pay for such exciting things, he He is also very interested in trying it. After all, for a person like him who has few friends, playing games and accepting tasks is his entire life.

He thinks games are a good thing. They can kill time and numb themselves. He can control the soldiers in a world composed of virtual data, fight against opponents one after another, and enjoy the pleasure of defeating them.

He is obviously one of his few friends. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call him a netizen. In their interstellar group, they use a bear with a big head as their avatar, so they have a nickname called Big Bear. It is obviously from the interstellar channel. The master among the masters, he once defeated the entire group by himself, but not long ago, he blasted Mingming six games in a row, and he was very proud of himself for a while afterwards.

Until yesterday's chat, Ming Ming accidentally revealed that he now uses the red dot control of the old version of IBM laptop to play games, because the opponents are too bad and not challenging, so he wants to increase the difficulty.

This made him so angry that he almost vomited blood. Anyone who has played StarCraft knows how difficult it is to control red dots in this game, it's like picking out your ears with a rolling pin.

Mingming explained that he was too lazy to emphasize to the group that he was taking on the difficult challenge out of sheer boredom, because he himself found it boring to do so.After defeating all the people in the channel with micro control, he switches to using his left hand to fight. When he wins with his left hand, he throws away the mouse and uses the red dot to fight. If one day he uses the red dot to defeat all the people in the channel, what method will he use to kill time? Woolen cloth?
Old Tang was a little happy again. He felt that they must be people similar to him. After all, they all passed the time by doing boring and meaningless things. After all, they were all the same... lonely.

After hearing that Mingming said that he had recently come to the United States to study, but unfortunately not in New York, but at some Cassel College in the outer suburbs of Chicago, Old Tang thought that when he came to New York, he would take him around the United States in a Greyhound, but he didn't Know when you will have this opportunity.

The water in the pot was boiling. Old Tang remembered that he had boiled water to cook instant noodles before. He hurriedly ran to the pot, opened the last package of instant noodles, took out the noodles and threw them into the boiling water. Staring blankly at the floating dough, the hard dough was softened.

He sat back in front of the computer with the pot in hand. Suddenly, a strong sense of loneliness spread in his heart, so he clicked on the familiar big-headed bear portrait.

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"Ming Ming, come to New York sometime, my buddy will drive you around the United States in a Greyhound."

Lu Mingfei was playing StarCraft in the dormitory. His opponent was playing the Terran race. He had a good sense of the overall strategy, but his micromanagement was a bit poor. He was talking to his defeated opponent in the public chat channel, "The future of humanity against the Zerg... It is necessary to use a tank, but the masters don't use tanks anymore. They just explode troops from the beginning, and a large number of machine guns rush over with nurses, destroying and attacking them. Seeing that the opponent's puppies are suppressed before they can upgrade their speed, he can only keep sending troops to follow. You grind, if the Hydralisks cannot form a team, you will win. If the cruisers form behind and attack, it will be overwhelming..."

At this time, the QQ message box in the lower right corner flashed. Lu Mingfei clicked on QQ and saw a cheap panda avatar beating constantly. It was Old Tang.

"Just wait until I'm free in a few days. We've made an appointment and you have to pick me up." Lu Mingfei typed back in a crackling voice.

"There must be one." After Old Tang said this, the panda avatar dimmed and he went offline.

Lu Mingfei did not continue the game with his opponent. He slowly lay down on the back of the chair and let out a long breath.

To be honest, he still had no idea how to solve Old Tang's matter. He once thought optimistically that there would be a way to reach the mountain anyway, but the facts were revealed. Old Tang was getting closer and closer to waking up, and He was still in the dormitory living and dreaming with Fen Gou every day.

Constantine's bone bottle has been recovered. Angers estimates that he will deliberately sabotage the dissection experiment in the next few days and release Constantine to kill him.

I can't let this happen again, but how can I prevent Old Tang from being swallowed up by Norton's awakened memory?
"I still have to find a chance to go to New York..." Lu Mingfei murmured to himself.

"What? Junior brother? Are you going to New York?" Fingel woke up when he heard the word New York. He was sleeping like a dead pig just now, "Take me with you, I'm going too!"

Lu Mingfei raised his head and glanced at him, only to find that the expression on Fen Gou's face suddenly froze.

"Brother, it's actually very simple to prevent your friend from being devoured by Norton." Someone said behind him.

"How?" Lu Mingfei turned around. The little devil was wearing pajamas with a cute panda printed on it.

"Let him create more good memories, so that human emotions will take up the majority." Lu Mingze snapped his fingers and said calmly.

"What are you dressed up like?" Lu Mingfei looked him up and down. "I was still taking a nap. When I heard that my brother was troubled, I came over immediately." Lu Mingze asked with an innocent and cute expression, "How is it? Is my younger brother very competent at his job?"

"Not bad, not bad." Lu Mingfei touched his little head, "Then how can we create good memories?"

"Brother, you are responsible for going to New York with him and leaving it to me when Norton wakes up." The little devil patted his chest, looking full of confidence.

"That being said, it doesn't seem impossible to bring Fingel along..." Lu Mingfei looked at the frozen Fingel, and the expression on his face looked particularly funny, "He is just a fun-loving person who is responsible. The whole show."

"That's it." The little devil covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, "I'll go back and catch up on some sleep first. By the way, remember to trick your friend into coming to Kassel and solve it with Constantine."

"You sound like you want to kill them..." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

Time resumed flowing, Fingel jumped down and hugged Lu Mingfei's thigh, "Junior brother, I want to go too!"

"Okay." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"Um, why are you so happy?" Fingel let go of his thigh and said warily, "You don't have ulterior motives for me, do you?"

"Whether you want to go or not." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, "If you really want to go, just tell me and the principal and I will ask for leave."

"Pull!" Fingel gave a thumbs up.

"What do you think?" Lu Mingfei hummed proudly, "I am a man who received the principal's scholarship!"

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The principal's office is a great place. There is a light woody fragrance in the air, and the oily color of old wood is everywhere you look. The two-story, ceiling-to-ceiling bookshelves are filled with books, and there are twists and turns of the wooden stairs. Divide the entire space into small pieces, like a huge birdcage.

Principal Angers poured a deep red stream of water from the bone china teapot, with dense white steam, into the porcelain cup, "Sri Lanka's Ceylon black tea is produced in the UVA region. It is picked in August and is very strong. I recommend you Taste carefully. Do you want to add milk?"

"Thanks, no, I don't know much about drinking tea." He scratched his head.

Lu Mingfei sat under the skylight and took a sip of the "Principal's Brand" Ceylon black tea. The sunlight shone on him through the frosted glass.

"Hello, Lu Mingfei, I thought I would see you for the first time in class." Angers sat behind the principal's desk and said with a warm smile, "What's the matter?"

"That's right, principal." Lu Mingfei put down the tea cup, "I want to take a day off and go to New York."

"Oh, can you tell me the reason?" Angers still smiled and looked into his eyes.

"I have a friend in New York. His mental state has been unstable recently. I want to go play with him for a few days and relax." Lu Mingfei scratched his hair.

"Ronald Don?" Angers said the name.

Lu Mingfei was shocked, "How do you know him?"

"Don't forget that Norma can check your computer's chat history at any time." Angers said, "But I don't usually have the habit of peeking into students' privacy."

"Oh..." Lu Mingfei said, "There is also Senior Brother Fingel, he wants to go with me."

"Fingel...hasn't he graduated yet? I thought he had already been running around the world on missions..." Ange rubbed his brows tiredly, "What level is he now?"

"Probably... "F-class"? "Lu Mingfei said uncertainly.

"Speaking of which, I personally assessed his "A" level back then. It's really embarrassing to think about it now. "Ange said, "But I have been repeating the grade for eight years, so deducting a few more credits won't have any impact. I approved the leave. "

"Thank you, principal." Lu Mingfei stood up and bowed slightly to Ange, "Then I'll leave first."

"Mingfei." Angers suddenly stopped him, with a meaningful expression on his face, "I hope you can have a pleasant holiday."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly, "Of course, I've thought about it a long time ago!"

He walked out of the principal's office, and Fingel stood waiting outside with his hands folded.

"How's it going? Have you asked for leave?" Fingel came up and asked.

"Get it!" Lu Mingfei said, "But let's make an agreement first. When we go to New York this time, we will each pay our own money. Don't always think about asking me to treat you."

"Don't worry, junior brother, didn't I make a lot of money last time in the 3E exam?" Fingel patted his chest as solid as a bear, "Senior brother, I won't borrow this little money to go out for fun!"

Lu Mingfei complained, "Do you call that borrowing? Borrowing but not returning is clearly robbing!"

Fingel chuckled, hooked Lu Mingfei's shoulder and walked towards the dormitory, "Go back to sleep!"

(End of this chapter)