2.55 billion to 200,000, that is to say, only one winner can be selected among 12,500 people. This definitely sounds like a huge disparity in numbers. The difficulty of the level challenge can be imagined, but Hua Geng has absolute confidence that Qi Muyang can definitely get the ranking.
Don't look at the wretched look on Qi Muyang's face. He has accomplished nothing in life. He can only live a shameful life below the poverty line without starving to death by sucking the blood of his boss Hua Geng and receiving government relief funds. , especially in the field of competitive fighter piloting games, that is five stars out of five!
Qi Muyang's most glorious record is that he once singled out 163 fighter jets. It took him a full seven hours to lure the opponent out bit by bit. He just relied on his extraordinary talent and unparalleled knowledge of this game. The level of mastery will annihilate all enemies. Some people even say that in the fighter plane game, Qi Muyang's reaction speed is faster than the death ray cannon emitted by the fighter plane.
No matter what, a game genius like this will definitely, definitely, be able to achieve good results and take home a lot of money. Oh, sorry, it’s a point of consumption.
Sitting on the wet bed, Hua Geng let out a sigh when he heard the unique sound of the flying car being started outside the door. He had to admit that at this time, he was really a little jealous of Qi Muyang. He also wanted to participate in such a competition, and he even wanted to stand on the top of the podium as a winner.
They are all little people living at the bottom of society. They have no power and no amazing special talents. In this life, they are destined to only look up at those who live at the top of the pyramid. For them, participating in this kind of game competition and working hard to win is not a way to prove the meaning of their existence in a way that makes those who are above them disdain, and strive to make their lives become A little bit different?
Even in the trance, I don't know when, the shabby door was pushed open again.
Hua Geng raised his head in surprise. That hateful guy who carefully exposed half of his head from the crack in the door. Before he could speak, he had a triumphant smile on his face. Who else could he be if he wasn't Qi Muyang?
"Do you want to form a team with me and participate in the competition together?"
Hearing these sudden words, Hua Geng suddenly felt a surge of passion in his heart. He nodded vigorously subconsciously at first, but then quickly began to shake his head, "No, in this competition, joining the team to gain points only accounts for a very small proportion. , if you want to advance successfully, it will ultimately be determined by the number of enemy planes shot down by a single aircraft in the game. At my level, I am afraid that even if I haven’t shot down an enemy plane, it will already be a point on someone else’s dashboard.”
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"Yes, it is too difficult for you to personally pilot a fighter jet to fight with others in space."
Qi Muyang shrugged his shoulders and said: "However, you can choose a two-person space fighter to participate in the competition. I will be responsible for driving and you will be responsible for controlling the bombardment cannon on the fighter!"
Hua Geng's eyes lit up again, but he hesitated and did not nod. Although he rarely comes into contact with space fighter competitive games, he also knows that the fighter jets Qi Muyang likes to fly most are, without exception, slim fighters that focus on speed and flexibility. The reason why the two-man space fighter needs to carry two pilots is that two large-caliber laser turrets that can rotate 360 degrees and have no blind spots are installed on the body. To put it bluntly, this two-person space fighter is an attack aircraft that sacrifices high maneuverability in exchange for fire suppression!
Letting Qi Muyang fly a two-man space fighter in such a super competition is tantamount to letting him give up his two biggest advantages of speed and flexible tactics!
"Don't look at me with such grateful eyes. You also know that I am the kind of thing who has breasts and is a mother. Now of course I have other motives for being so courteous for nothing. If you can accept it, Boss Hua Geng, let's talk ugly Let’s make a three-chapter agreement first.”
Qi Muyang stretched out three fingers and said honestly: "First, the debt of more than 300 consumption points that I owe you will be written off from now on, and it will be treated as your membership fee, Boss Hua Geng; second, I am poor, so poor Even if I want to use it as underwear, people think that the things I wear are street vendors, so if I make money, I will take the lion's share. The last one is also the most important one. Boss Hua Geng, if you come to me in the future, you must do it. Respect the master, respect the president, and definitely don’t splash water and practice boxing with free sandbags. As long as you agree to these three points, the two of us will officially form a strategic alliance and participate in the competition together!”
"You kid has already established yourself as invincible before even participating in the competition?"
Staring at the traitorous friend in front of him, Hua Geng said, "How did I discover that you actually have the potential to be a profiteer?"
Qi Muyang touched his messy hair, and he actually had something to say: "This is a long-lasting ladder game, and the opponents will get stronger and stronger. We must ensure that the main player and president of the team, that is, that person My brother, I am in a happy mood and have sufficient physical strength and energy to face the challenge. Therefore, I want to eat well and live well. The thirty consumption points you gave me...are not enough!"
Hua Geng laughed, he really laughed.
The room was too messy and there was no mirror at all. Hua Geng didn’t know what the smile on his face looked like now, but he thought it must be wonderful. Otherwise, why would Hua Geng have already made such a move as to run away with his head in his arms at any time? The signature preparation for running away?
Hua Geng lowered his head and looked at his two fists with the focus of a lover. They were thick and big and could hit six hundred pounds in an instant. It was estimated that Qi Muyang could not hold back. After a long while, With a depressed look on his face, he slowly squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "That's right!