Spirit Boss - 5. Communication (Chinese)

Wang Xiaoming returned home with his tired wounds and fell on the sofa. I have encountered countless unlucky incidents since I was a child, and thought I had fought a lot of battles, and he didn’t know until today…that are all fireflies, and today is a flashlight. What’s more frightening is that he doesn’t know when Barr will take out the searchlight.

He tilted his head, and the computer screen was facing him, all black and lifeless. A thought suddenly popped into his mind-is it because he often vents Barr in the dark, so Barr ran into reality to retaliate?

…But there are so many dark players, is it that he is the only one who beats Baal, and everyone else is only beaten by Baal? He quickly denied it. So, it’s still bad luck.

Wang Xiaoming felt the new wound on his forehead hitting the lamppost of the street lamp, and his heart was infinitely sad.

“Get up.” Barr walked up to him.

Whoosh, Wang Xiaoming’s back is at a ninety-degree angle to the sofa, and his thighs and chest are also at a ninety-degree angle. Viewed from the side, his upper body is perpendicular to the sofa cushion. And because the sofa cushion is parallel to the floor, the extension line of Wang Xiaoming’s upper body is perpendicular to the floor…In short, it is very straight.

“What are your plans next?” Barr sat in the computer chair with his elbow on the armrest, supporting his chin to look at him.

Although he looks a little kind now, but the bloody lesson of this day has made Wang Xiaoming fully comprehend the meaning of not being able to look like a person, and an incomparable angel. “I have to think about it.”

“Yes?” Barr shook his eyebrows.

Wang Xiaoming’s ass brushed and moved to the side, and quickly replied, “I’ve thought it through.”

“Oh? Say.”

Barr’s eyes are deep, so when his back is facing the sun, the shadow of his eye sockets is extremely deep and dark, like a black hole.

“I think,” Wang Xiaoming secretly swallowed his saliva and gritted his teeth, “I want to forget it!” Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. He and Chang Haitao only met once, and the school made a fuss about it. If he persisted, he might end up alarming the central government and reaching the world.

Therefore, for the stability of the motherland, he must hold on… hold on… hold on…

Wang Xiaoming’s heart was beating wildly, his eyes fixed on each expression on Baal’s face.

Barr frowned slightly and said, “You lie down.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming bounced up and turned around to run. The sofa seemed to have spirituality, obliquely blocking the way in front of him.

Wang Xiaoming bent his legs, knelt on the sofa cushion, and hugged his head.

…

Although his spells are directly useless to Wang Xiaoming, they are indirectly useful. Barr nodded in satisfaction. “Lie down.”

Wang Xiaoming turned his head slowly and whispered: “I have something to discuss…”

“I count to three. One…”

brush.

There is another parallel line on the floor.

Barr’s hand slowly touched his stiff body like a cutting board.

“Pump.” Wang Xiaoming immediately constricted his face when he encountered Baal’s dangerous eyes, and continued to behave like a dead body.

Barr’s hand continued to move.

“Puff…” Wang Xiaoming’s body was like a mobile phone that was tuned to vibrate.

“…” Barr pursed his lips.

A washbasin rushed out of the bathroom like a magic flying carpet, and slammed it on Wang Xiaoming’s head.

…

The world is quiet.

Barr put his hand on his chest, slowly feeling the condition of the Black Star Bead and his body.

After a while, his brows frowned tightly. The speed of his body repair was even slower than before, and Wang Xiaoming’s feelings for Chang Haitao were reduced by half.

“Damn it.” He cursed and slapped Wang Xiaoming’s face with a palm.

Wang Xiaoming woke up dizzy.

“Human beings are not only fragile, but even their emotions are so fragile.” In addition to anger on Barr’s face, there is also disdain, “Is your emotions tidal? There are high tides and low tides?”

“…Huh?” The star on Wang Xiaoming’s head didn’t understand what he was talking about.

Barr picked up his shirt and said viciously: “I mean, why did your feelings for Chang Haitao fade?”

“Chang Haitao?” Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized what he was saying when his nose almost touched his own. ”

“Forget it.” Barr suddenly let go.

Wang Xiaoming was about to let out his breath, and listened to him: “Anyway, that human being is not only fragile in body, but also fragile in emotion, but it’s just an inferior product. Don’t be the best.”

“…” What happened after he smashed the basin and before he woke up? Why is Bar… so talkative?

“but.”

As Barr’s tone changed, Wang Xiaoming suddenly had a bad feeling.

“I want you to fall in love with someone in three days.”

Wang Xiaoming’s heart tightened, “Who?”

“Anyone.” Baldao. “As long as you love him so hard you can live and die.”

…

This is really going to die.

Wang Xiaoming asked timidly: “Can I ask why?”

“Can.”

Wang Xiaoming asked: “Why?”

“Confidentiality.”

“…”

Regardless of the reason, there are still three days left, which means that he can live at least 72 hours, 4,320 minutes, and 259,000,200 seconds.

…

He began to consider using seconds as the unit of measurement of life.

After Barr got down, he didn’t care about him anymore, and went to play on the computer.

Looking at his skillful movements, Wang Xiaoming confirmed that although he is a fallen angel, he is a very fashionable fallen angel and is not in the same category as the angel who can only fly and call two functions in the movie.

Barr suddenly whispered: “Can’t the human network connect to hell?”

“…” Wang Xiaoming stretched his head curiously while rubbing the medicine. Could it be said that hell also has internet? Is it the same as humans? Or use spider webs?

Barr suddenly turned his head. “What were you playing when I first saw you?”

Wang Xiaoming shook his hand and said calmly: “Game.”

“Open.”

Wang Xiaoming held the mouse and hesitated between Dark Epic and Diablo. In the case of Barr’s temper, if he knows that his avatar is often destroyed by him inside, I am afraid that he will soon be destroyed in reality… but he cannot escape without opening…

As if seeing his hesitation, Barr added sinisterly: “I remember the last scene.”

Patter.

He heard that he pressed the mouse button.

Looking at the burning Diablo 2, Wang Xiaoming asked in a low voice, “Do you have a brother?”

Barr froze, frowning and said: “What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” He let go of the mouse.

Barr took the mouse and clicked curiously. There are games in hell, but he was busy looking for troubles in heaven and hell at first, so he didn’t have time to play. Later, I was afraid of being troubled by heaven and hell, and I didn’t have time to play. So today is a rare experience.

Wang Xiaoming stood by, doing a psychological struggle silently. In the end, the love for Diablo overcame his fear, and he couldn’t help asking: “Do you know Diablo?”

“Knowledge.” Barr was paying attention to the screen and replied absent-mindedly.

Wang Xiaoming said excitedly: “Is he really your brother?”

“…” Barr turned his head slowly.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly fell from the clouds to the ice cellar and looked at him in horror.

Barr looked at him silently for a while, and muttered, “What career should I choose?”

“……what?”

“Isn’t it possible to choose a profession?”

“Oh. Yes, Druids, Amazons, and Assassins are all good.”

“one.”

Wang Xiaoming replied subconsciously: “Master.”

After a day of tossing, Wang Xiaoming slept soundly at night, almost in a state of sacrifice.

In the deep darkness, his foot was kicked, then his thigh, then his waist, and then…

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes.

Barr’s hand was falling towards his face.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to resist.

Barr raised his brow.

Wang Xiaoming’s heart shrank. Just when he thought Barr was going to be furious, he withdrew his hand.

“What’s the matter?” He rubbed his eyes and asked cautiously.

“I can’t pass one level.”

“……what?”

“There is a level that can’t be passed.”

Wang Xiaoming sat up helplessly, “Which level? I’ll do it.”

“No.” Barr shook his head coolly.

“what?”

“I smashed the computer.”

“……what?!”

Looking at his shocked face, Barr’s depression due to Karguan’s depression was dissipated without a trace, and his mood improved.

“I’m here to tell you this. Good night.” He walked out leisurely, and kindly helped him close the door, leaving Wang Xiaoming to continue to open his mouth and digest the sad fact blankly.

The next day, Wang Xiaoming woke up early in the morning, took a bath, changed clothes, and then sadly collected the body of his old friend.

Because Barr is very environmentally friendly, the computer corpse he saw almost couldn’t even find the complete parts. After picking it up for a long time, he finally had to admit that using a broom was a more direct way.

Barr squinted to watch him sweep the floor, and suddenly said, “When will you buy a new one?”

…

Wang Xiaoming’s hand holding the broom was trembling. In fact, a big man like Barr, even if he is possessed, should look for the world’s richest man like Bill Gates. In this way, he can smash as he wants. Smashing a computer is not addictive, you can go to a computer factory. But why did he meet him as a petty man?

“It may take a while,” he answered implicitly.

“Why?” Barr asked displeasedly. After the anger passed, he regretted not passing the test.

“Because,” Wang Xiaoming slowly raised the dustpan, looked at the fragments, and tremblingly said, “Before they were destroyed, they were worthwhile.”

Barr suddenly realized… “Are you poor?”

Wang Xiaoming was a bit cramped. “Is not very rich.”

Barr looked at him as if looking directly at him for the first time.

“Actually, I’m looking for an internship unit.” Wang Xiaoming was seen as uncomfortable and couldn’t help raising his voice. “But I can make money as a tutor every month.”

Baltam said indifferently: “Oh?”

Although he didn’t say anything, from his gaze, Wang Xiaoming saw that his chest was marked as a big poor man.