Brother Huangmao put his legs off the bench, sat upright, and showed a serious expression on his face, as if he was about to get serious.

This time, Brother Huangmao still chose the rippinger, the zombie who was spraying with a hot breath jumped out again, and let out a roar: "Blood, blood, I long for the smell of blood!"

"Boy, I'll take you once in the last game, I'll be serious about this!" Brother Huangmao looked at Han Dong with his eyes slanted, and said with anger.

Han Dong had no expression on his face, controlled Naal, who was holding the meteor hammer and heavy shield, and pressed the OK button.

"Do you want to experience the feeling of crushing the enemy?" Nar roared loudly, waving the meteor hammer.

Prepare!

3,

2,

1,

fighting!

The two heroes entered the duel interface at the same time. Han Dong and Huang Mao Ge also controlled the shaking handle and several buttons in an instant, and the sound of "slap and slap" was endless.

More than ten seconds later, a shrill howl sounded, and the "perfect kill" electronics and sounds of "perfect kill" came from the sound. Nar stood in front of the zombie's corpse with blood, waved the meteor hammer in his hand, and Yangtian roared.

"Damn it, come again!" Brother Huangmao's eyes were a little red. He slapped the console's operating table hard, took out a game coin from his pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth.

One game, two games, three games,...

He has been playing more than a dozen games, and every time Han Dong uses the hero Nal, and every time he is a "perfect kill".

At first, Song Yu was cheering for Han Dong, but in the end he didn't dare to speak out, and secretly glanced at Huangmao Brother with a look of fear.

"Or what if I let him do it appropriately?" Song Yu lay in Han Dong's ear and whispered.

Han Dong turned his head and looked at Song Yu, and smiled. He wanted to let this yellow-haired man know who is the garbage!

Song Yu sighed. He was too familiar with Han Dong's smile and the persuasion was ineffective. Song Yu's eyes began to look around to see if there were any stick-like existences nearby.

Brother Huangmao's hand once again reached into his pocket, but froze and used up all the game coins.

"Boy, you can do it! You're having a good time. I'll play with you next time!" Brother Huangmao stood up slowly, took a deep breath, looked at Han Dong, and said with his back teeth.

Seeing Brother Huangmao's gloomy face and walking towards the game hall without looking back, Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, you are so awesome. You really dare to beat him more than a dozen times, and you will kill him perfectly every time!" Song Yu patted Han Dong's shoulder with excitement and shouted loudly: "Aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you? He is the most powerful fight in this street. I was really afraid that he could not afford to lose and beat you up."

"What are you afraid of? Are you still there? We two can't beat him?" Han Dong shrugged his shoulders and smiled relaxedly.

"Hey, don't talk about it. Don't talk about us. Even if we come five or six more people like us, they are not his opponents. Last time he sent three young men in their twenties to the hospital, and they were bare-handed..." Song Yu shook his head and said.

"Okay, I won't play anymore. There is still an exam in the afternoon. Let's go to school." Han Dong stood up and said.

"Okay, okay, go!" Song Yu nodded and walked out of the game hall with Han Dong. While putting Han Dong's shoulder, he asked, "Are you really not afraid that he will cause trouble for you..."

...

Three days passed quickly, and after the mock exam, everything returned to normal.

During the day, Han Dong enters the trial tower in the Nightmare game and conducts meditation and practice. In the nightmare world, the efficiency of meditation and practice is many times faster than in the real world. Every day, Han Dong can feel that his mental power is constantly improving.

However, all of this is just the accumulation of quantitative change, and his mental power attributes have never broken through eight points.

"Even without a breakthrough, the feeling of becoming stronger little by little can make people feel refreshed and feel like they can't stop." Han Dong said in his heart.

A few more days later, the mock exam results finally came down. Han Dong ranked 11th this time and went straight to seven or eight places.

The progress has been obvious, but Han Dong is not the student who has made the most progress in this simulation exam. The one who has made the most progress is his deskmate Song Yu, who has entered more than a dozen places from the original thirty places, reaching Han Dong's previous ranking, nineteenth place.

Looking at the class's comprehensive grade ranking, Song Yu felt like crying without tears.

"It's over, it's over, you've killed this time..." Song Yu looked at Han Dong with a resentful look: "If my father knew that I had the 19th place in the exam, I'm afraid I won't have a good life in the future."

"After more than a dozen people have advanced, your father wants to reward you, why can't he live a good life? You have to treat you." Han Dong smiled.

"Hope, this is what my father saw. He will definitely feel that as long as I work hard, I can get into college!" Song Yu shouted: "Originally, he didn't care much about me. I just had to go to a technical school casually, but now, look at it, I will definitely strictly monitor my studies after work, game halls, novels, and video halls, all of this is about to go away from me. Oh my God, I don't want to live anymore!"

"Haha, come on, maybe I can really get into college?" Han Dong stuffed his transcript into his schoolbag and was about to go home. He patted Song Yu on the shoulder and said, "Maybe he can get into the same university in the future."

"Unless we sit together during the college entrance examination," Song Yu rolled his eyes and said.

When he returned home, looking at his sister Han Xiaojie's desire to speak but stopped, Han Dong smiled and said to Han Xiaojie: "Eleven."

Han Xiaojie was stunned, then a smile appeared on her face. Looking at Han Dong's eyes as she looked at her, Han Xiaojie's cheeks showed a hint of rosyness, and she hurriedly walked towards the kitchen and said, "I'll go cook."

Soon, the two finished their supper in a silence. Although they were as usual and did not say a word, Han Dong clearly felt that the atmosphere was different from before, and his sister Han Xiaojie seemed to be really happy for her progress.

After dinner, my mother had not come back yet, so Han Dong placed the transcript in a conspicuous position on the coffee table in the living room. If my mother saw her entering such a big place, she would probably be very happy.

It was late at night and Han Dong entered the nightmare world again. He originally thought that he didn't care about the mock exam results, but after sitting on the bed for more than an hour, Han Dong had not entered the meditation state. He knew that he still valued the mock exam results very much.

Even in the dream, imagining his mother's smile after seeing the transcript, Han Dong couldn't help but smile, turned over and got out of bed, walked out of the dark bedroom, and came to the living room on the first floor of the Trial Tower.

"Or else, go up and challenge the skeleton mage again? Maybe you will be lucky this time and be able to kill it. In fact, it only has two moves, one fireball technique, and one close-up staff technique!" Han Dong said to himself and walked towards the stairs.

When walking past the experimental table placed in the center of the living room, Han Dong stopped immediately after accidentally seeing many stained paper balls thrown under the table.

"Hey, there seems to be words on it?" Han Dong turned his head and looked carefully at the paper ball under the experimental table. His face suddenly showed an excited expression. He quickly picked out all the paper balls under the experimental table, and then carefully smoothed them one by one.
Chapter completed!