"To prevent you from forgetting, I will call you tomorrow and pick you up the next day!"

Hearing Wang Qian's voice, Mo Yun calmed down and replied: "Don't call me tomorrow, let alone pick me up the day after tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" Wang Qian was stunned and thought of a bad possibility.

"I won't participate in the exchange competition." Mo Yun said.

"Why?" Wang Qian was a little confused: "Didn't you agree to it long ago?"

"Why?" Mo Yun smiled and continued, "I went there to help you win the game, but now you win firmly, and I will participate again, it doesn't make any sense, don't you think?"

When I was bored in the afternoon, Mo Yun checked the information about the two silly sculptures.

"Perfect win, what do you mean?" Wang Qian still didn't understand why Mo Yun said they were winning.

The most powerful disciple of Nangong Wudiao Hall has not appeared yet, so it is not certain who wins and loses, and it is highly likely that Nangong Wudiao Hall will win.

In the morning, Wang Qian had already seen Mo Yun's strength. It can be seen that even if the other party's qi and blood were regressing and his strength was less than the third grade, he would not have any problems with the general second grade, which could be considered a great help.

With Mo Yun here, their chances of victory will be higher.

Moreover, Wang Qian’s ultimate goal is to pull Mo Yun out through this exchange competition so that he knows that a year has passed, everyone has made great progress, and good talent does not determine everything. In the end, it still depends on his own efforts.

That’s right, Wang Qian’s real purpose is to inspire Mo Yun’s fighting spirit.

Now that's it, this bastard didn't want to go after a fight.

This person is simply poisonous!

What's the best thing to stay at home?

Faced with Wang Qian's questioning, Mo Yun said lightly: "You will know tomorrow."

Nonsense, the leader of Nangong Wudang Hall and their strongest contestant Song Yu were beaten to death by Mo Yun.

If you can't win this, Jiangnan Wuhan University won't have to continue doing it.

After saying that, Mo Yun was about to hang up the phone: "I'll hang up first if I have nothing to do, I'm still turning on the blackmail."

"Wait!" Wang Qian said quickly: "You don't want that one million?"

"One million?" Mo Yun said indeed: "No."

For a mere million, it is not worth it to kill people!

Mo Yun now has 10 million, and he no longer looks down on this million.

"Okay, OK, Mo Yun, I misread you..."

"beep--"

Before Wang Qian could finish her word, she hung up the phone.

"Bastard!" Wang Qian was so angry that she stomped her feet, trying to slap Mo Yun to death along the network cable.

After hanging up the phone, Mo Yun quickly controlled the mouse and started another game.

Mo Yun chose Master Yi.

Master Yi is an assassin with super high mobility, a warrior hero who is good at using fast strikes to quickly defeat opponents.

Master Yi usually plays junglers and walks single-player roads. As the last successor of Wuji Jiandao, Yi can quickly cut a lot of damage, and can also use his skills to avoid fierce attacks and avoid enemy fire concentration.

“first    blood!”

“you       slain       enemy!”

“quadra    kill!”

“penta     kill!”

“ace!”

“Victory!”

Mo Yun was strong in spirit, invincible in consciousness, unparalleled speed, and his operation was as fierce as a tiger, killing the opponent with a defeat, and soon occupied the enemy's high ground, broke through the crystal, and won the victory.

The moment the victory prompted, a familiar and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in Mo Yun's mind.

"Ding, you have accumulated more than half an hour of playing games, including Qi and Blood 1, Foundation 2, Spirit 3, and gained skills - Plateau Blood."

Hearing the sound, Mo Yun looked happy and skillfully exited the game interface.

Plateau bloodline is the skill of the Wuji Sword Saint, which can increase attack power and attack speed during combat.

"It's okay. I successfully got a skill. Although it's not so good, it's still acceptable. My strength can be enhanced."

"It's a pity that after playing games and getting a skill, I will never gain anything else after playing games for the next week."

Shaking his head, Mo Yun turned off the game, turned on the bee station, and started chasing the movie.

Compared to playing games, Mo Yun still prefers to watch anime.

Especially at this time, you can no longer gain skills by playing games.

Of course, Mo Yun doesn't like comics that he has read countless times.

After watching two episodes of my Hero Academy, Mo Yun's phone suddenly vibrated.

Mo Yun frowned and scratched his phone, and found that a WeChat friend applied for it.

It is a friend application sent by a user with an id named Chen Sirou.

Does this little girl use her real name on WeChat?

Mo Yun didn't think about it and directly clicked to refuse.

Mo Yun’s impression of Chen Sirou is: annoying.

On the way to the gymnasium in the morning, Chen Sirou chattered all the way, it was simply poisonous!

The most terrifying thing is-

This little girl.

I actually asked myself to go to the movie!

Too scary!

It's better not to contact us!

However, Mo Yun just said he refused, and immediately sent a friend application again, accompanied by a message.

"Senior, I am Chen Sirou. Don't refuse me. I have something to come to you, o(╥﹏╥)o    "

Mo Yun's head is full of black lines. I don't think it's hard for you to know who you are!

However, in this way, Mo Yun was not able to refuse again.

As soon as I clicked on the agreement, a message was sent immediately.

Chen Sirou: "Good evening, Senior Mo Yun!"

Mo Yun: "You are okay too."

Chen Sirou: "Have Senior Mo Yun eaten?"

Mo Yun: "I ate."

Chen Sirou: "What is Senior Mo Yun doing?"

Mo Yun: "Watch anime."

Chen Sirou: "What anime to watch?"

Mo Yun: "My Hero Academy."

Chen Sirou: "Wow, I'll chase this one again, Midoriya Jun and Hongta are a perfect match (?w?)"

Mo Yun: "..."

Chen Sirou: "Senior Mo Yun, tomorrow—"

Mo Yun: "I have time to chat, I'm going to take a shower!"

After saying that, Mo Yun quickly turned off WeChat.

Too dangerous!

You shouldn't add WeChat!

She really wanted to pick me up!

I won't be fooled!

In front of the mobile phone screen, Chen Sirou looked at the time and was suddenly confused.

"It's only eight o'clock, did Senior Mo Yun take a shower so early?"

...

Mo Yun threw his phone on the bed with lingering fear, intending to continue watching anime.

At this time, a knock on the door started.
To be continued...