As soon as they met, they had to fight for alcohol and hand speed. How long was Sang Yun's anger?
Xiao Qimo didn't have any emotions. He pulled out his beautiful fingers from his pockets and gently pushed down his glasses.
"can."
The index finger and of his other hand were holding a bottle of mineral water. Following his walking posture, he swayed casually and leisurely, with a touch of laziness and extravagance in his calm and grace.
He walked to the sofa, put down the mineral water bottle, and waited for the battle.
Both Sang Yun and Ye Jinwen noticed that Xiao Qimo had been carrying this bottle of water since the beginning when he came in. This is not like the style of Imperial Mohist. Is it possible that he has recently become angry and needs to drink water anytime and anywhere?
Sang Yun thought so, and without asking specifically, he began to prepare for battle.
Ye Jinwen didn't plan to participate in their heads-up. He had to drive the car, and he had to prevent the two men from fighting. It was too difficult for him to be caught in the middle of the heavy responsibility.
He hooked the small stool aside and sat down aggrieved.
The three sat down.
Sang Yun was not polite, curling one corner of his lips, his dark eyes wandered, the evil facial features were sealed with dust, and the beautiful hands used to tap the keyboard had a bottle in each hand, and the bottle caps were close together. With a bang, the dark beer bottle cap opened and rolled to the ground.
These are a few of the brands they are accustomed to drinking. The mellow and strong malt fragrance comes out misty as soon as it is turned on.
One bottle per person, set it out.
Sang Yun took the APM tester and provoked: "Master Mo, then I will start first."
Xiao Qi Mosiwen gracefully made an inviting gesture.
Ye Jinwen thought to himself, that is the relationship between the three of them. If others dared to treat Master Mo with this attitude, they would have been cleaned up long ago.
Brother Yun is still the old Brother Yun.
just……
The Yun Family is no longer the Yun Family it used to be.
Yes, the CTF Sniper Sang Yun, who has countless girlfriends, mothers and otaku fans at home and abroad, is the Yunsang of the Yun family.
The three of them are known as the Jinjing Iron Triangle.
With similar ages, similar interests, and the deep friendship formed by the elders earlier, the three of them naturally became good buddies and brothers.
It's not an exaggeration to put on a pair of pants.
Later, because of various things, Sang Yun stayed in the hunting team, and the seventh brother went to IEG. He chose to escape from Jinjing. There were only a handful of opportunities for the three to meet, not to mention getting together like this.
Ye Jinwen recalled his young and frivolous years, and the doll's face showed many deep images that did not fit him.
He didn't return to his senses until Sang Yun over there leveled the tester and his fingers moved quickly.
It is not easy to be able to see the S God test hand speed on the spot.
At the beginning of the game, Sang Yun's expression was always very pale, but his fingers moved quickly, occasionally casting a look at Xiao Qimo, a little provocative.
Xiao Qimo leaned on the sofa and smiled gracefully, not rushing.
One minute passed.
Ye Jinwen stretched his head and glanced at the number displayed on it: 449.
He thumbs up with both hands: "S God! Great!"
An average person's hand speed can reach three hundred is already very good, and most trained professional players can reach three hundred and sixty or more. And as fast as Sang Yun, it is rare.
Sang Yun didn't say anything and pushed the tester to Xiao Qimo.
Xiao Qimo smiled lightly, pointing to something, "You have stepped back."
Ye Jinwen:? ? ?
Is this a step backward?
Xiao Qimo glanced at Sang Yun, knowing that he still retained his strength, so he didn't say much.
But Sang Yun seemed to know something, and smiled with her lips curled.
"I thought you completely forgot about us." Sang Yun said faintly, a little more gentle between his eyebrows.
The team members have to register and report their daily hand speed test tables.
Obviously, Xiao Qimo could only say this after seeing his achievements.
Xiao Qimo chose a comfortable sitting posture and started timing without talking nonsense.
Ye Jinwen next to him was even more shocked.
He didn't often see Master Mo taking action, even when he was looking for the 13th, he was mostly beside him. Now that I saw Lord Mo and Sang Yun competing again, it seemed to be back to the previous years.
One minute passed quickly.
Ye Jinwen looked at Xiao Qimo, and then at Sang Yun, and made a weird announcement: "Seventh Brother, 450."
Xiao Qimo defeated Sang Yun by one point.
"Please." Xiao Qimo looked at the wine on the table.
Without saying anything, Sang Yun raised his head and poured a bottle.
The contest between the two men was simple and rough. Sang Yun's next grade was 451, and Xiao Qimo drank.
After Xiao Qimo finished drinking, he poured a bottle of Sang Yun with a score of 452.
Ye Jinwen sat by and watched them come and go, no one pressured each other, just rolling a little bit at a time, a bottle of dark beer opened, and soon the table was filled with empty beer bottles.
He's heartbroken.
He doesn't want to sit, he should kneel.
These two people are worthy of their grandfather and brother's generation, and he is the only "young."
Hey……
The team members downstairs ate carefully and leaned over the stairs to look up.
"Leader, what are the captain doing with the gold master's father and Mr. Qi? They won't fight, will they?"
Zhou Xin touched his chin, "It won't be enough... God S should be singled out with Mr. Qi!"
"I go!"
The team members exclaimed, "Someone dared to challenge S God?! The captain's hand speed, throughout the world, few people are his opponents!"
"I think Mr. Qi will be bloody..."
"Speaking of the team leader, the gold master's father and Mr. Qi, have they been living with us lately?"
"It should be... yes..." Zhou Zinc was not sure.
Ye Shao should be here. As for Lord Mo, it's hard to say.
Fighting wine and hand speed, the time came in the blink of an eye to midday.
Ye Jinwen looked at the two slightly drunk men while packing up the wine bottles. They refused to let anyone else, and continued to solo absolutely firmly.
They are not tired, he is tired.
On the bright side, they are singled out, but in fact they are drinking each other.
Fortunately, he is just a younger brother, otherwise he would have to get involved in this big boss fight.
Xiao Qimo didn't know which game it was, so he threw the empty wine bottle on the coffee table and leaned on the sofa with a smile.
It's a pleasure to compare and drink, but I don't know if Yunsang's heart can be refreshed.
Yunsang's eyes were a little blurred, his skin was white, and he was naturally white, and his cheeks that had turned red from drinking were particularly obvious.
After finishing a round, he poured a bottle of wine on his own, chuckled down the empty bottle, and sat quietly on the sofa with his head hanging down.
"Brother Yun?" Ye Jinwen called him.
Sang Yun smiled lightly, feeling that his mouth was a little dry, and he always felt that way when he drank too much beer. He looked up and saw the mineral water Xiao Qimo placed on the table.
He didn't mind if it had been drunk, just because the bottle of water was closest to him, he reached for it.
