This solo lasted about 9 minutes.

The reason why it lasted for so long was not because the battle was so intense, but because Sima Liang had been hanging up the plane under the tower and didn't dare to come out at all.

He persisted until Xia Xin finished 100 dollars and announced the end of the solo game, and he had to give up.

Then, Xia Xin also knew why Zhang Feng and Zeng Jun got angry.

Not only is this man fast in hand, but he also typing fast. He scolded himself throughout the whole process, and for nine minutes, he scolded him for all the bad words.

It makes people clearly feel that there is actually no difference between professional players and passers-by trolls. The main thing is to look at personal qualities. Professional players are just trolls with better skills and faster hand speed.

Even after the game, Sima Liang was still scolding.

"Do you fuck you? Are you dead? Use this thing to trick your dad. If you change to a normal thing, your dad won't break your legs."

Xia Xin just replied calmly, "Your legs have been broken by me."

Sima Liang was already angry and smoked, and it was useless to let his teammates be pulled by him. He cursed, "Come again if you have the affair, and see if your dad doesn't beat you to death."

"Retreat."

"Don't leave, you bitch, you are a fool, Dad is fighting a grudge with you, and if you have some backbone, please pick me up. Are you a little bit arrogant? Don't you even have dignity..."

Xia Xin ignored him and retreated directly.

There is no passion, no stalemate, and no suspense.

Xia Xin crushed the professional player with an overwhelming advantage, Sima Liang.

However, this kind of situation gives people the most intuitive feeling, but I can't be happy no matter how hard it is, and I always feel unfair.

Is the so-called solo something like this?

Zhang Feng felt that solo should be conquering his opponent by relying on his strength, so that even if the other party is unconvinced, he will be helpless with you. That way, it will be even more glorious.

This kind of solo seems to have nothing to do with personal strength.

To put it in an analogy, it is similar to the orthodox solo method that is recognized by everyone. This kind of opportunity is the magic sect. Even if you win, it is not ashamed of others.

Zeng Jun first reacted, put his hands on Xia Xin's shoulder and said, "Ahaha, if you win, just win, the money should be paid soon, you deserve the sixth one."

After he said this, Zhang Feng and Wu Ziwen also came to their senses.

He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, it's good if you win, right? I thought I could only eat vegetables and radishes in the future."

"Yeah, just win."

As if to deliberately emphasize, Xia Xin heard three sentences, "It's good to win", and Xia Xin also smiled and said, "Yes, let's take the money back first."

He didn't take this matter too much, and immediately changed the subject and asked, "By the way, when will the national final start? Has it been decided?"

He thought this matter was over, but it was far from over.

Sima Liang had a bad temper, and Solo was abused like this, so how could he suffer? He was so furious that he wanted to tear Xia Xin apart.

He must find out who this new night is.

So he also asked in the professional circle group.

At that time, the Dragon Monk happened to be chatting in the group and felt that the Xinye account was a little familiar. After thinking about it, I found that Xia Xin used this account once when he was playing training matches with them.

Sima Liang immediately asked, "Have you seen him? Who is he?"

"He seems to be the one who was the first in the national server and scored 1,800 points..."

"That love night? It turns out that he is this shameless thing. I won't kill him..."

...

...

When Xia Xin walked out of the dormitory, she was actually thinking about the solo thing in her mind.

After all, the other party is a well-known professional player, so he will care a little bit.

There are not many solo opportunities to fight with all your strength and fight to the death.

Is Xia Xin afraid?

Don't dare to fight head-on?

Coward?

No!

In fact, he really wanted to fight, otherwise he wouldn't have been hesitating for so long on the policewoman and Vayne, but he actually really wanted to choose.

He doesn't think he will lose.

After an objective analysis, he felt that his winning rate was about 60%.

However, after careful consideration, he gave up.

He was thinking, what if he lost?

Of course, losing actually won't bring him any loss. Anyway, it's the boss and the second brother who leverage the money, but the mosquito's money can't be brought back.

Therefore, he could not bet for his temporary loyalty. He rationally chose a 100% winning method.

At least take the money back first. You can’t let mosquitoes drink the northwest wind. Mosquitoes’ home is very difficult.

Before Xia Xin considered himself, he gave priority to mosquitoes.

He felt that he was doing nothing wrong. Although he felt that he was not glorious if he won, but... whatever the other party said, just take the money back, and just be fine if the mosquito is fine.

As for Sima Liang's idea, Xia Xin didn't care much about what others said or thought, just do what he thought was right.

It seems amazing to think about it. Not long ago, everyone was still rookie. So quickly, Zeng Jun and Mosquito were actually kings.

King, it can be said that it is a question? The top level of Ionia is now.

But... there are professional players on it.

Even the king can still not beat professional players.

It's a mountain higher than a mountain.

After walking out of the school gate, Xia Xin walked straight to the gate of the School of Finance and Economics waiting, standing on the side of the road and playing.

From time to time, there will be a pair of college students or gay friends passing by, and no one will look at him more.

He is just an irrelevant passerby.

Until a pink figure passed by and stopped beside him.

"Let's go."

A warm and moving voice sounded in my ears.

Xia Xin raised his head and found that Xia Shiqi was standing beside him, looking at him quietly with her hands in her arms.

"Yeah, do you know the way?"

"Nonsense, do you think I am you."

"Please, I'm not a road fool."

After saying that, Xia Shiqi walked in front.

As usual, Xia Shiqi wore a thicker dress, a snow-white plush sweater inside and a hooded light blue sweatshirt on the outside. The clothes were a bit big compared to her petite figure, with the cuffs almost covering her palms. Then, underneath was a pink skirt that reached the knees, only revealing the part of her calf, and staring at a pair of small black leather boots, which looked quite cute.

While walking, her pink hair fluttered in the wind, and she had a youthful and moving atmosphere. Coupled with her delicate and tender little face, the male and female students passing by were frequently looking at each other.

When the two arrived at the intersection of the highway, Xia Shiqi stopped a taxi and went in first, and Xia Xin followed closely.

"Lanling Cemetery."

In fact, when Xia Xin was going home to visit the grave, Xia Shiqi said that she was going to visit the grave, too.

Her mother's tomb.

However, she has to wait for her father Xia Chaozong to come together, who went abroad.

Xia Chaozong also told Xia Shiqi, "He will be soon."

However, the word "quick" is a virtual word after all, and does not indicate the specific time.

"Fast" can be 1 second, 1 minute, 1 hour, 1 day, or 1 year.

According to Einstein's theory of relativity, compared with 10 or 100 years, one year is indeed "very fast".

The reality is that her father hasn't come back from "soon" for three days.

It’s time for Qingming Festival to end.

So, when Xia Shiqi mentioned this to Xia Xin for the third time, Xia Xin said very well, "I'll go with you."

Xia Shiqi agreed reluctantly and said, "Then take your place and get it."

“…”

Lanling Cemetery is a famous cemetery for the rich in the city.

Not only are there special gravekeepers guarding, but the price per square meter is as high as 100,000 yuan, which makes people sigh that if dead people live much more comfortable than living people, would it be better to just die in it?
To be continued...