Who can I compete with?

Soon an account password was sent from the other side, and when the dialect was logged in, it was a new number of level 30, and the hero pool was full, including a full set of rune pages, and more than 200,000 gold coins swiped out by software on the number. There is no doubt that this is a studio transaction number, the hidden score is normal, and if you want to win the king in a row, you need to win more than 80 games in a row.

Eighty rounds, you must win in a row, aside from the luck component, but also pay attention to the reality of power outages, emergencies and other irresistible emergencies.

The situation in the national service is very bad, even if there is an occasional hang-up spray in the king's bureau, in order to get on the king's number, the dialect must ensure that every game is under its control.

After thinking about it, he replied to the other side: I need half of the commission, and I will wait for the money.

There was no hesitation on the other side: Cheng, I believe you.

If Fang Yan's father continues to shoulder the family's financial responsibilities alone, he will be exhausted sooner or later, so Fang Yan has to let go of his prejudice against power training.

sent the bank card number to the past, and 7,000 yuan was called from the other side, which was undoubtedly a relief for the dialect.

After a few casual words, he turned off the computer, school will start tomorrow, and he still has a lot of things to prepare.

The high school where the dialect is located is Yunda High School, and there are all high schools nearby, including one of the top key schools in the country. No matter how disgusted he is with reading, he has to show a good boy in front of his gray-eyed father.

The next morning, I got up early to wash up, changed a set of clothes in Fang Yan, and left the house with my schoolbag. His father got up at four o'clock to work, no matter whether it was thunder or rain.

Ten miles away, the dialect chose to go, and the taxi was quite expensive, enough for him to have breakfast.

On the first day of school, the high school town is crowded, and everything from the battery car to the million-dollar Maserati is available. Only the dialect didn't say a word, bowed his head and hurried away, and the students around him who chatted and fart, smoked with one hand, and hugged their sister with the other.

The school where the dialect is located is called Kunda No. 3 Middle School, third-rate high school, and it looks like a piece of black press. Based on text messages on the phone, he found an office that was slightly quiet.

A figure sat at the desk and stared at the computer screen seriously.

Damn, at this time, other teachers are busy like dogs, and she still has time to masturbate? Fang Yan was speechless, stood at the door and looked at the door, and said, "Report." The

sudden voice frightened the teacher, and switched the window with a thunderous momentum, and then stood up with a frosty face, two white little hands on his waist: "Why don't you come to me to report to the class at this time?"

She is a female teacher, with everything that a mature woman should have, wearing the school's unified OL teacher uniform, tall, not to mention as beautiful as Song Xiaonuan, but the more she looks at it, the more she looks at it, the more she looks at it, the more she looks at it, as for the age, it looks like she just came out of college.

Fang Yan said politely: "Teacher, I'm an interpolator student, shouldn't I come to the teacher to report first and then assign a class?"

Looking

at her anxious face, and the hurried glance before, she was playing the ranking. Today, LOL is a game that is popular all over the country, and it used to be regarded as the most difficult game to pry into the hearts of girls, but today, it has become a topic of conversation among many couples.

So seeing this female teacher playing lol, the dialect doesn't feel strange.

As if he knew what the female teacher was thinking, Fang Yan apologized: "I'm sorry teacher, in fact, I can wait for half an hour to come in, but I'm a little anxious."

After An Yanyu got the things done with her class, she thought that she had nothing to do anyway, and it happened to be the golden promotion competition, so she was busy and planned to play two games, not wanting to be interrupted by this student who suddenly broke in. At a critical moment, she couldn't ignore this student, so she was very unhappy.

Now looking at the continuous apology of the student in front of her, her face softened a lot, and she felt more comfortable, waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I'll take you to the class to report first, it won't affect you." "

Class 9, on the podium.

Fang Yan introduced himself: "Hello students, my name is Fang Yan, please take care of me in the future." He

cherishes every hard-won opportunity to go to school.

An Yan said a few words, planning to let the classmates applaud and welcome the newcomer, but it was quiet below, and those students were even looking at the freshman's clothes with indifferent eyes.

Obviously, the transfer student with a foreign accent was not welcome in the class.

Let's study on your own.

An Yanyu said casually, it's too late to go back to the office and continue to play, their camp was more headwinds before, the most important team battle, she didn't participate, if nothing else, her teammates have already reported her on the page.

The men and women in the class hugged their mobile phones and exchanged ears.

Boredom, she opened the LOL video, and a pinned video instantly attracted her attention, with the title written: The peak duel between Wxiao, the first person in the United States, and the big demon king.

Almost at the same time as she saw the title, an exclamation came from the class: "My grass

, Wxiao and the big devil's solo video came out?" and then someone choked: "Come on, everyone knows that video is only available to the big devil and Wxiao, but someone else deliberately made it out in order to attract clicks to promote meat muffins." "

Nobody believes it.

After about a few seconds, there were more exclamations: "Really, it's true, the IDs are faker and Wxiao, these two ids are definitely not fake." Fang

Yan's face looked calm, and it was only a matter of time before the video came out.

After going back, faker will definitely make the video public in the team, and then study the playing style of both sides, and it is only a matter of time before it is leaked.

Robbery for robbery.

It represents the most pinnacle of solo duels in LOL.

An Yanyu stared at Wxiao's operation in the video, and the essence of her beautiful eyes flickered.

Solo at this level, they are waiting every second for the opposite side to reveal a flaw, and then they will kill with one hit.

"Damn, kill the big demon king alone, no matter which country Wxiao is, I have decided to become a fan.

"Shameless, Wxiao actually brought a barrier. "

Hehe, didn't you bring the Great Demon King, open your dog's eyes and see, both of them have the same summoner skills, right?"

There were two extreme camps in the class, one was in the Great Demon King's camp and the other was in the Wxiao camp.

On the first day of school, not only the third middle school of Kunming University, but almost the students of the entire high school town talked about the truth or falsehood of the big demon faker and Wxiao videos.

At noon, the cafeteria.

Fang Yan was just about to make the meal, only to hear a voice full of contempt and disgust: I'm sorry, there is someone.

The girl who opened her mouth was from Class 9, and she treated outsiders, and these city people always seemed to stand in a high place, all kinds of squeezing and meanness. Fang Yan had long been accustomed to all this, nodded and got up and left, no matter how big the table was, it could still accommodate him alone.

"Dude, here?" Fang

Yan turned around and nodded in thanks, these male classmates were also from Class 9. But just as he was about to go down, the stool was pulled apart, but fortunately he had been prepared, and he did not sit on the ground, but he also spilled a lot of food.

Suddenly, Fang Yan's fist clenched, and after a few seconds, it gradually loosened.

"Poof.

Many of the girls who were eating on the side laughed.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yan turned around and left, squatting in a corner and starting to eat.

"What are you doing?"

A coquettish voice came, and the person who came was An Yanyu, the Chinese teacher and head teacher of Class 9, who did not discriminate against poor school students, nor did she allow her own students to discriminate against poor school students. This practice is a humiliation of personality for others.

"Dialects, do it here to eat.

An Yanyu looked around, and finally stopped in front of the girl who said that the table was already empty.

The latter looked reluctant, but the head teacher spoke, and flattened his mouth and didn't say anything.

Fang Yan shook his head and said, "No need, I'll eat here, I'll be fine soon."

An Yanyu's face turned cold, and she said, "What, don't you listen to the teacher?"

With a grateful look, Fang Yan sat down at the table and bowed his head to eat. An Yanyu looked at the two vegetarian dishes on his plate, hesitated, and sandwiched the meat on his plate into the dialect plate.

"Eat, don't chill yourself outside.

An Yanyu smiled politely, didn't say much, and began to eat in small bites.

For the first time, Fang Yan took a serious look at his homeroom teacher, different from the previous school, not only the students, but even the teachers were full of opinions about him, a non-local student, and often threatened him with dropping out.

And this female teacher is not as condescending and arrogant as those teachers.

He didn't refuse, and cast a grateful look.

After eating in a hurry, Fang Yan got up and said, "Teacher, you eat slowly, I'm done."

Without waiting for An Yanyu to speak, he got up and left, because he was walking fast, he bumped into a person, and the food was thrown all over the ground. Fang Yan sighed in his heart, and when he looked up, it was Song Xiaonuan.

"Is that you?"

said in unison.

Fang Yan spoke: "That's it, I'll help you make a new one."

Song Xiaonuan's face was a little panicked, and she shook her head and said, "No need, no need." Because

, her elder sister Song Xiaomei told her about the family situation of dialects, since she learned that day in the dark night Internet café that Fang Yan is the person who won 119 games in a row, she was full of curiosity about him, and when asked, Song Xiaomei said something about dialects.

"Not really.

Song Xiaonuan's head shook into a rattle.

Fang Yan didn't expect to meet her in Yun Dasan, and after insisting repeatedly, Fang Yan still stuffed ten yuan to Song Xiaonuan, he has never been a person who likes to take advantage.

Unexpectedly, half an hour later, Song Xiaonuan actually found Class Jiu, stuffed the money into Fang Yan's hand, and said, "Come on, don't pretend to be an elephant, my sister told me about your situation." Isn't it a big deal, I didn't expect you to be in Class 9?"

Song Xiaonuan said in a strange tone.

Fang Yan asked, "What's wrong with me

in Class 9?" Song Xiaonuan said: "Because I'm going to play against the people in Class 9 in two days, damn it, if you lose, you have to call Dad."

At this moment, she was even more sure that the dialect of Class 9 would definitely not turn around and help her play Class 9.

Just as he was about to turn away, a dialect voice came from behind: "When will it start?".