A Race to The Top

Ji Meng walked in a lot of circles impatiently back and forth outside the door, and finally waited for the two whispering children to show up.

"How? Did you convince her?" Ji Meng counted on Ling Xiaolu to persuade Nan Xun to change his mind.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaolu raised his face: "Why are you hiding from me?"

Ji Meng's expression was startled: "You all know?"

"If it weren't for Xiao Nanxun to tell me, are you going to keep me in the dark?"

"I didn't tell you because, because...this is Nan Kaoru's personal privacy!"

"How did our two live broadcasts become Xiao Nanxun's privacy?"

"Live?"

Ling Xiaolu hummed: "Still pretending, Xiao Nanxun told me everything!"

Nan Xun also added chaos: "It's not good to pretend to be ignorant, Brother Ji Meng."

Ji Meng was so angry that he couldn't put his hands anywhere, waved in the air a few times, and then pinched his waist: "No, why did you get involved in the live broadcast again? Are you talking about Dou Kou now?"

"Xiao Nanxun is in charge of the sinus scum. Now it's the matter between you and me!"

"..." Ji Meng was quiet for a while, "Dou Kou's story turned over?"

"You have to trust Xiao Nan Kaoru, one person can handle it well."

"It's okay, then I'm leaving." Ji Meng ran away.

Nan Xun smiled and shouted, "Brother Ji Meng ran away!"

"Look at me!" Ling Xiaolu hungry deer rushed to eat, jumped on Ji Meng's back and strangled his neck, "Little chicken catcher!"

I don’t know if Ji Meng’s face was reddened or flushed: "Didn’t you say that there is a lack of people? I have to ask... to my sister!"

Ling Xiaolu loosened his hands: "What about then?"

From this angle behind, Ji Meng's ears are also a little strangely red.

"Then, Chuya that girl, her brain is not very normal."

Nan Xun took out his small books.

"Don't remember!" Ji blindfolded.

"Don't attack her!" Ling Xiaolu turned on the cub guard mode, "Go on, then what?"

"She said that as long as the two of us, what about that, she agrees. I know that my sister is very used to her, she is what she says!"

Ling Xiaolu jumped off Ji Meng's back: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm all a postponement strategy!" Ji Meng glanced at Nan Xun vigilantly, and quietly moved Ling Xiaolu around, "If you don't mention this, they will forget it after two days."

Nan Kaoru: "I heard it!"

"How can you turn back?" Ling Xiaolu also taught him, "Isn't this teaching bad kids?"

Ji Meng was convinced: "Which side are you on?"

"As I said, I stand on the side of justice, and there is absolutely no favoritism for relatives and friends!" He uttered in the direction of Nan Kaoru, "Besides, there are also my relatives and friends over there."

Ji Meng was not very happy, when Ling Xiaolu said this last time, he was his only relative and friend!

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, and Chuya is online in the family territory.

"Wow, are everyone here? It's so lively."

"Sister Chuya, we are discussing..."

"We are discussing about Dou Kou!" Ji Meng forcibly interrupted.

"Do you have anything to discuss with Dou Kou?" Chuya didn't take it seriously. "Ji Xiaomeng, I promised a good live broadcast. When will I arrange it?"

Ling Xiaolu smiled back and said, "Coincidentally, we are discussing this matter."

"Why did you discuss it?" Ji Meng lowered his voice fiercely, "Do you know what the live broadcast content is?"

"Do you know?" Ling Xiaolu asked rhetorically.

"I don't know either," but Ji Meng is unwilling to admit that he is ignorant. "It's not good content anyway!"

"But I know that what I promised must be done. What's more, my sister and Chuya retired from the family specially and helped us a lot. Besides, you can't let Xiao Nanxun down, right?"

Ling Xiaolu moved Nan Xun out, and it hit Ji Meng's seven inches. He turned his head to meet the expectant look of Kaoru Kamami, and had no choice but to surrender.

"Fine, it's what you say."

Chuya’s request is actually not too much. The live broadcast double entertainment copy, the content is optional, but it needs to be broadcast for long enough. It sounds like the kind of sales agreement signed by the anchor and the live broadcast platform.

Ling Xiaolu didn't know that there were so many mini-games built in this game. All mini-games were integrated in an entertainment hall. After the players selected the game in a team, they would be sent to the corresponding copy.

There are so many kinds of small games, Ling Xiaolu, who has never played anything before, was dazzled, and wanted to try any of them.

"Which is more fun?" he asked Ji Meng.

Just after asking, I regretted: "Ah, I forgot, you have been playing stand-alone before."

Ji Meng: "..."

"Choose any one." It doesn't matter what Ji Meng plays, as long as he makes up enough time.

"Then...I'm always right to pick the one with the highest score." Ling Xiaolu chose the game that was ranked first in the popularity rankings.

>>About to send you and your teammates to the two-player entertainment copy "Human: One Wow"

>>Are you sure?

"What kind of ghost name is this?" Ji Meng wanted to complain.

"I think everyone commented on this as fun." Ling Xiaolu pressed OK, and the interface of the entertainment hall changed.

"Yeah!" Ling Xiaolu found that his body had changed, his feet were tightly stuck to the ground, but his body was swaying uncontrollably like soft noodles, "I'm going to fall!"

He exclaimed and grabbed Ji Meng's hand.

Ji Meng's situation is similar to his. The two rely on each other's support to stand still.

"Is this a gumdrop game?" Ling Xiaolu felt that he had become clay.

Ji Meng wanted to let go, but found that his hands were stuck and couldn’t be released. To be precise, they couldn’t be released at the same time-letting go of the left hand and the right hand could not be released. Unless the left hand is held again, the two people must meet to have a contact Point exists.

"How to play this game? Do we have to stand here holding hands with each other?" There is no place to check the strategy for them in the game.

Ji Meng remembered one thing: "Have you started the live broadcast?"

Ling Xiaolu looked at him puzzledly: "I didn't open it, I thought you did it."

"You open!" Live copy of sand sculpture? His Prince Ji can't afford to lose that person!

Ling Xiaolu freed up a hand to start the live broadcast. I don't know who had promoted them in advance. There were many people guarding here.

——There is a picture!

-It's on, it's on! Sure enough, here!

——I won the bet. What do the people staying in the live broadcast room next door think?

——Some people still don't have a deep understanding of the prince's arrogant attributes.

——Is it so exciting to play with human beings?

——I didn’t believe it when someone told me that there were people on the Jilu Party. I didn’t expect it to be arranged so quickly.

The lost youths who were guarding another live broadcast room got the news and hurried over to join the large group. The number of people online in the live broadcast room instantly reached a terrifying number.

——Unexpectedly, I can still watch my husband live broadcast in this life, even if I broadcast it with other little fairies, I can't bear it!

——My husband is so handsome, it should be broadcast every day, I am willing to spend money for my husband!

——What’s not so satisfying, as long as you recharge in this game, you are spending money for your husband.

——No way! I also want to hear my husband say my name, thank me!

In the copy, Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng didn't open the bullet screen mapping at all, otherwise they would see countless words floating in the sky, densely packed, covering the sky, enough to make a panic attack. They stay in the two-person world, free from any barrage interference.

"How can I leave the land under my feet?" Ling Xiaolu has been standing here for a full five minutes, and he hasn't even taken the first step. If he lifts his foot hard, he will only swing his body left and right, and even Ji Meng will also swing left and right. The two people will sway strangely and linger on the edge of kissing the earth.

"Oh oh oh oh I'm going to fall!"

"You stand firm!"

"Wow ah ah ah, give me a hand!"

"You dragged me down too! Hey! Let go!"

The live broadcast audience watched distraught:

——As long as one party exerts force, the person can be pulled up from the ground and thrown out, and then they can leave.

——Who will tell them? I'm so anxious.

——Please take a look at the barrage!

——The live broadcast does not count as long.

After various attempts, Ji Meng finally opened his mind, pulling Ling Xiaolu up from the ground with both hands. When Ling Xiaolu was in the air, he floated upward as if he had no gravity, but he was dragged by Ji Meng and fell back to the ground without floating too high.

Finally took the first step, Ling Xiaolu was touched: "Lubi's small step is a big step for mankind. It turns out that this game can only move forward by throwing people out."

Ling Xiaolu did the same, trying to throw Ji Meng out, but his body was too difficult to control. Instead, Ji Meng dragged him over and hit him full.

"Oh!" Ling Xiaolu almost knocked down with Ji Meng, and shouted in panic.

Ji Meng managed to maintain his balance: "Are you strong?"

"I am deer·clay·noodle·gummy·bi, do you think I have the strength?" Ling Xiaolu returned to his upright position and tried harder again, and finally succeeded in throwing Ji Meng out.

There was another sigh on the barrage:

——I have a strong sense of accomplishment seeing here, but God knows they only took two steps.

——That's how the old mother feels when she sees her child taking the first step in life.

-Come on! There are still 9999998 steps to the end!

——Walking like a bear on flat ground, I am not optimistic when I go downstairs.

Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng were able to reluctantly move forward through running-in. First you threw me out, and then I threw you out. The two of them walked out fifty meters like a big spinning top using centrifugal force.

Horizontally in front of them is the first wall that must be crossed.

"How does this go?"

"I threw you up."

"and then?"

"I don't know, just throw it up and look again."

Ji Meng slammed Ling Xiaolu up. Ling Xiaolu grabbed the wall and found that his hands could stick to it.

"Yes, gummy candy has played its role, now it's mine."

Ling Xiaolu buckled the edge of the wall and pulled Ji Meng up, twice and three times, only to find that he couldn't move.

"what's happenin?"

Ling Xiaolu, who couldn't get up or down, blinked, "You are too fat."

"Why don't you say that you are too weak?" Ji Meng dismissed him, "You come down and I will come!"

Ling Xiaolu aimed at him and let go, Ji Meng widened his eyes at the black shadow falling in the air: "It's not like that!"

"thump--"

The two of them rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and Ling Xiaolu couldn't get up on Ji Meng's body.

"You, you get up!" Ji Meng's ears were red with anger again.

Ling Xiaolu tried hard to remember, and after a few tries, he still said aggrieved: "My body is so heavy, I can't control it."

Ji Meng:! ! !

——My wronged deer is so cute. Auntie will help you after I cut the picture while lying down.

——Why do I have a hunch that this will become the video recording that Prince Ji wants to delete the most?

——Can anyone synchronously upload to the external network? I'm afraid of waiting for my husband to unplug the server.

——Ji Meng: You can format it within 24 hours, otherwise the owner number will be gone!

——How can a small game of all ages be played with the effect of 18 bans? /Thinking

In the game, the two people supported each other and stood up with difficulty.

"I'll go up first this time!" Commanded Ji Meng.

Ling Xiaolu escorted him to the wall. Ji Meng buckled the wall with his right hand and swung his left hand up. Ling Xiaolu drew a big arc in the air and stepped on the wall steadily.

"Wow, my husband, you are amazing!" he blurted out.

Ji Meng looked weird, and Ling Xiaolu remembered that it was live broadcast.

"No! I mean, my husband Ji is amazing!"

Ji Meng's face became darker: "You say it again."

He wanted to go up and beat Ling Xiaolu, but Ling Xiaoluo was afraid that he could not stand firmly, and fell from the wall, and dragged Ji Meng back to the ground with him. The two of them were still pressing on me, but after a bit of position, Ling Xiaolu became the one being pressed underneath.

Ji Meng: "..."

Ling Xiaolu said timidly: "I didn't mean it, don't be angry, okay, you see your face is red with anger."

If the conditions weren't met, Ji Meng really wanted to rectify him on the spot.

"Get me up quickly!"

"If you don't get up, how can I get up?"

"..." Ji Meng was confused.

——Why do I think Xiaolu is more skillful than the husband's call just now? No less than 98% of the cloud wife users of the full server.

——Your aunt’s photo album won’t fit anymore, I’ll tell you.

——Calling people to get up, but the body is honestly motionless.

——Should I stay still? Or is it more exciting to move?

——It's better not to move, this essay cannot be broadcast if it is moved.

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