A few seconds later, Shi Zhikang's face fell. He widened his eyes and shook his hands desperately while shouting, "Third Brother, you bastard! Are you the reincarnation of Taka Kato?"
Seeing Han Sen's hand shake as if it was convulsing, Shi Zhikang became more and more shocked, and he himself became more and more panicked. He couldn't even hit a few of the light spots that appeared on his side.
"Xiao Si, you are screaming like a pig. Are you serious?" Lu Meng, who was playing the game, complained that Shi Zhikang was too noisy.
Shi Zhikang had already given up. Seeing Han Sen's hands flashing, he had lost all interest in continuing the game.
Rolling his eyes, Shi Zhikang curled his lips and said to Lu Meng, "Han Sen is good. I think no one in our dormitory can beat him except for our eldest brother."
Lu Meng said directly, "Xiao Si, if you can't beat him, don't drag others into it."
"Xiao Si, you are not even as good as me. You will also be beaten by Han Sen," Shi Zhikang said deliberately.
"How about this, Little Four? I'll show you what a real expert is. However, if I win, you'll have to pay for our dormitory's public hygiene for a month," Lu Meng said.
Shi Zhikang's eyes flashed with joy, but he immediately suppressed it, as if he was hesitating. After a while, he seemed to have made a great decision. "One month it is. If you lose, you also have to clean for a month."
"Okay, no problem. Wait until I finish this game."
Lu Meng was confident that he would win. His skill in Hand of God was above level nine of the unevolved, which was one of the best among the freshmen in military schools. Although he was not the best, he was more than qualified to join the Hand of God club.
In addition, they were all in the Department of Archery and did not have high requirements for speed. Generally speaking, their level of Hand of God was average. Except for Han Sen, Lu Meng did not think that anyone in the dormitory could beat him.
Shi Zhikang lost to Han Sen because he was too weak. With his hand speed, anyone could beat him. Therefore, Lu Meng disagreed with Shi Zhikang's words.
After finishing the match, Lu Meng showed off the result in front of Shi Zhikang. "Xiao Si, did you see that? 63 to 45. It's an overwhelming victory. This is the true strength of a genius."
"Don't do that. You can only win if you beat Old San." After Shi Zhikang said that, he smiled at Han Sen and said, "Old San, you don't want to clean, right?
If we beat him, we won't have to do anything for a month. "
Han Sen smiled and said, "I know what to do."
Lu Meng invited Han Sen to his room and said casually, "Lao San, your ID is really asking for a beating. If you don't believe me, you can try matching it on the Battlenet. I guarantee that the boys in our school will line up to beat you up."
"I'm used to it." Han Sen smiled.
"It's good to be beaten up. It helps to improve."
Lu Meng started the match. While waiting for the countdown, he held a bottle of water in one hand and slowly drank.
As he drank, he provoked Shi Zhikang. "Xiao Si, look at how your second brother beats Old San with one hand. You can't go back on your words when you lose."
"Awesome, Lao Er, you're awesome."
Shi Zhikang curled his lips and crossed his arms, waiting for a good show. "Who the f * ck plays the PVP version with one hand? Even if you want to use two hands, you can't get in.
You can be so cocky now, but you'll be crying later. "
"Of course." Lu Meng replied proudly, not noticing Shi Zhikang's sinister intentions.
Seeing that the countdown was over and the light dots had appeared, Lu Meng didn't plan to put down the bottle in his other hand. He continued to drink while adding light dots, not looking at Han Sen's hand.
He felt that as long as he maintained his normal level, he would have no problem beating Han Sen.
However, after adding a few light dots, he noticed that Lou Lan's hand was shaking at an abnormal speed, so he raised his head to take a look.
With just one glance, Lu Meng was stunned. He even forgot to light up the light spot. The water bottle in his hand froze beside his lips. He remained in this position for a long time without moving.
Han Sen's hand was shaking as if an accelerator had been turned on. With a series of crackling sounds, he finished all the light dots that appeared.
Lu Meng had chosen the tenth level of difficulty. Even he himself could not hit all the light spots that appeared on his side. However, Han Sen had hit all the light spots on his side without missing a single one. Han Sen seemed to be doing it with ease, without showing any signs of strain.
"Lao Er, didn't you say you could beat Old San with one hand?
Why don't you try with both hands? "Shi Zhikang looked at Lu Meng and laughed.
"Try your ass! Lao San, your hand speed is faster than an unevolved person at level 10, right?" Lu Meng recovered and shouted.
"Almost."
Han Sen said casually. In fact, he was already an evolved person at level 4, which was much higher than an unevolved person at level 10.
"Bastard!"
Lu Meng cursed, then turned to Shi Zhikang and shouted, "Xiao Si, you are so cunning. How can the boss beat Lao San? You are deliberately setting a trap for me."
"That's not right. You were the one who suggested cleaning, not me." Shi Zhikang chuckled and spread out his hands to show that he was innocent.
"Unevolved person at level 10?
Lao San, let's play. "Hearing their conversation, Zhang Yang's eyes were burning with fire.
Han Sen entered Zhang Yang's room and defeated him easily. Zhang Yang's level was similar to Lu Meng's, or maybe a little bit better. They were both at level 9.
"Again." Zhang Yang was not discouraged.
Another complete defeat.
"Again." Zhang Yang's fighting spirit was even higher.
Another complete defeat.
"Again!" Zhang Yang's entire body was burning up.
...
"Brother, let's not play anymore. I lost, OK?"
Han Sen was really afraid of Zhang Yang. This guy was a perverted and hot-blooded young man. The more you beat him, the more excited he would be.
"I finally found my destined enemy. Lao San, let's have a good fight." Zhang Yang shouted excitedly and pulled Han Sen into his room.
Lu Meng and Shi Zhi Kang were amused. Only Zhang Yang could deal with someone like Han Sen. No one else could do anything to him.
Han Sen was really afraid of Zhang Yang. Since the last time they played, Zhang Yang would play with him whenever he was free. Zhang Yang was happy, but Han Sen felt that he was about to collapse.
"This is not the way. I have to make him give up the idea of playing with me and find someone else to play with." Han Sen's eyes were burning.