Zhan Hanjue looked at Yan Zhengling, who was extremely proud of himself. The girl looked at him with pure contempt.

The man's pride and self-esteem were provoked by Yan Zhengling, and Zhan Hanjue's blood boiled. "Don't cry if you lose!" He gritted his teeth.

Yan Zhengling snorted, "Tsk, I still don't know who will lose."

Yan Zhengling brought Zhan Hanjue to Media Asia's game competition room. Zhan Hanjue looked at various high-end intelligent simulation game consoles and was speechless.

"Why don't you come for real?" He looked at Yan Zhengling coldly.

Yan Zhengling shrank when she saw his sharp eyes that wanted to tear her apart and devour her.

Seriously, wouldn't she be tortured by him every minute?

The two began to set up game characters. In order to experience the realism of the game, they both changed the game characters to their own names.

At the beginning of the competition, Zhan Hanjue came fiercely and kicked Yan Zhengling on the head. Yan Zhengling screamed and flew up and fell to the ground.

"I don't know how to show mercy to women at all." Yan Zhengling said angrily.

"I'm afraid of hurting you." I was obviously scared to death, but I was holding my neck and saying it with anger.

Zhan Hanjue glanced at her small body, and then sat in front of the martial arts competition game console.

Yan Zhengling sat down next to him.

After three moves, Yan Zhengling lay on the ground unable to get up.

Zhan Hanjue looked down upon her, "Can you still get up?"

Yan Zhengling got up with difficulty and panted: "I've given you three moves, now I'm going to fight back."

"If I don't take care of you, you won't know how deep the sky is."

"Don't be complacent, I'll give you three moves first." Yan Zhengling shamelessly found a way out for herself.

I was secretly thinking, this guy has obviously lost his memory, why is his martial arts moves still so fierce and precise when playing games?

Next, she made no new moves. Zhan Hanjue tilted her head to the side, held her ankle with his big vice-like hands and pulled hard. Yan Zhengling fluttered in the air a few times like a chicken, and was thrown to the ground.

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Headache and bleeding, nose and face swollen!

In the final result, Yan Zhengling returned in disastrous defeat.

Lord Zhan Han nodded, "Yeah. I'm waiting!"

Yan Zhengling suddenly jumped up and performed a whirlwind roundhouse kick as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, his feet were touching Lord Zhan Han's face.

But she was too compassionate.

At the beginning of the game, Yan Zhengling began to set up obstacles one after another. He followed the principle of "from simple to complex".

In this way, Lord Zhan Han can easily overcome the obstacles.

It was originally her considerate behavior, but suddenly she heard him ridicule: "Are you a kindergarten graduate?"

Looking at the "character" bleeding on the screen, Yan Zhengling threw the game controller to Zhan Hanjue, "Don't play this, it's too violent."

Then bring Lord Zhanhan to the Matrix game console.

This kind of game console is a competition between hacking technology and anti-hacking technology. Yan Zhengling wants to stimulate the hacking knowledge stored in his brain by playing games.

Yan Zhengling sat in the corner and began to taste her afternoon tea.

"If you can't figure it out, just admit defeat."

But I heard the voice from Lord Zhan Han slapping him in the face: "It has been solved long ago."

In a rage, Yan Zhengling instantly increased the difficulty to the top.

"Come on, untie this, I'll call you ancestor."

Jue Zhan Han frowned. Judging from the hacker knowledge he had absorbed in the past few days, he would indeed be unable to open this protective wall for a while.

Zhan Hanjue stood up excitedly, "Unlock my program if you have the ability, otherwise you will be worse than a pig."

Yan Zhengling sat in front of the machine gloomily, studying his program diligently.

Yan Zhengling chuckled dryly. The password she set was "Ayue is a big stupid pig!"

Yan Zhengling ran over, looked at the deciphered program, and instantly - fled back with a guilty conscience.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her falconally, "You called me a pig?"

Zhan Hanjue was sitting leisurely in the corner drinking afternoon tea.

Yan Zhengling had no desire to win in front of him, and she always liked to play tricks. After solving the problem for a while, she found it a bit difficult, so she turned to look at Zhan Hanjue and begged for mercy.


Chapter completed!