Although the conversation with Black Sharp was very short, Qingyi was also keenly aware of some information.

The first point is that the Sea of Bones has not been opened.

The second point is that the winning self-draw is a rich second generation.

Thirdly, Black Edge and his team are in the top 10 of the Necromantic Forces Rankings.

In Qingyi's eyes, it was because of Ai Singer's obstruction that he couldn't get out of the sea of bones. But listening to what Black Edge said, it seems that the necromantic players in Issinger can't leave Isengard. Is this because the system doesn't want the necro and the living players to collide yet? Indeed, if you put a general one-turn necromantic player in conflict with a creature player who is all on the second turn and is facing up at level 40 (and that's not taking into account the fact that the total number of players on both sides is 1:9), the mentally retarded will know who wins and who loses.

And Hu Pai is a rich second generation, probably because he used money to smash people and was seen by Black Fengrui, right? The reason why an unknown player can quickly gather a group of players is that nine times out of ten, he uses high pay to attract people to join the club. Qingyi just went to the forum, and when he saw the treatment after joining the guild, he was so envious that he almost wanted to join. Can you imagine? The value of the materials and game currency that a player can receive every month is equivalent to the monthly salary of a white-collar worker! This is called how can professional gamers not be envious, jealous and hateful!

As for the leaderboards, there are also large and small, the biggest and most eye-catching is the heavenly ranking that players call the "Great God List". Each server has a level leaderboard, based on the level, and the top ten players belong to the heavenly ranking, which is called "great god" by players half-jokingly and half-respectfully. Each class and race also has its own leaderboard, and the Necromantic Leaderboard is the latest to be released, and as the name suggests, only necromantic players are allowed to make the list. Qingyi is currently level 22 and ranks ninth on the rankings, barely saving a little face. And the black sharp level 25 is the first place on the list, and the limelight is too strong. And the winning self-draw, just above Qingyi's head, ranked eighth, those four words seem so eye-catching.

"Damn...... If it weren't for my experience, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't get a lot of things done, I would have climbed to the top of the ladder! Huh, isn't that amazing? I can kill you all by myself! When Qingyi saw this list, he felt a little like he couldn't eat grapes and said that grapes were sour. However, he was also a little happy, after all, even when he was a creature player before, he had not made it to the heavenly ranking of any of the rankings, and this time he finally got his long-cherished wish.

Although I want to stay in the sea of bones twenty-four hours a day, people are not steel, so they have to rest no matter what. Qingyi turned off the computer, and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. A little hungry, Qingyi had to go to the cabinet to rummage if there was anything to eat, and finally found half a bag of noodles, but found that it was covered with terrible mildew, so he had to pinch his nose and throw it into the trash.

Ah, I'm going to go to the supermarket tomorrow to buy it.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Rubbing his somewhat fat belly, Qingyi reluctantly picked up the microphone: "Hey, hello?" ”

"Is your school over?"

Qingyi's face suddenly became gloomy. It's Daddy.

"Not yet, there's still a paper."

"Go home early."

"Hmm."

"Do you hear that?"

"I hear you."

"So be it." With a click, the other party hung up the phone.

Qingyi put the earpiece away, turned off the light, climbed into bed, and quietly looked at the ceiling. The light from the street lamps shone in through the undrawn curtains, casting a few colors on the ceiling.

But when you close your eyes, it's pitch black.

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Ten o'clock the next morning.

Although he has a chaotic life, Qingyi is actually a very punctual person and gets up at eight o'clock in the morning. But supermarkets can't always open so early. After hurrying up and going to the western part of the Bone Ocean for a while, he found a hidden map, but when he saw that it was time to go to the supermarket again, he had to wait until he came back to explore. I washed my face a little, changed into a set of clean clothes, and Qingyi went out.

It's Cambridge City in June, and the sun is just right.

Qingyi stepped on the second-hand bicycle and swayed slowly on the bicycle path, letting the leaf shadow sprinkle on his body.

Because of the desire for cleanliness, Qingyi's apartment is far from the city center, and it takes half an hour to go to school by bicycle. Qingyi, on the other hand, is accustomed to purchasing a month's reserve of grain at a low price, so he can only turn a blind eye to the small shops on the side of the road and rush to Wal-Mart a few kilometers away.

"Hey, Zhang!"

Qingyi hurriedly braked, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be Johansen's mentor. Tutor Johansen was wearing a white tracksuit, sweating profusely, and looked like he had just gone for a run. He is white and chubby, and although he has a high reputation, he is approachable. Qingyi also had a good impression of him, and greeted, "Mr. Johansen, good morning!" ”

"Good morning!" Greeting the students energetically, Tutor Johansen picked up the towel around his neck to wipe his sweat. Students know that when there are no classes, Tutor Johansen goes out on the street to run and exercise. "It's rare to see you come out once, Zhang!"

"Really? However, I went to the school on time, and the homework you handed over to me was sent to your mailbox as soon as possible. Qingyi hurriedly said.

Tutor Johansen grimaced, "I didn't say you were late or absent...... Dear Zhang, look at the way you look, you can play Christ without makeup! ”

Qingyi touched the beard on his face and smiled embarrassedly. He didn't come out for a week, and he didn't even think about cutting his hair and beard.

"A good image can add points to you, and it's the key points, this is what I reminded you before." Mentor Johansen patted Qingyi on the shoulder: "Okay, you can quickly find a store to clean up." ”

Saying goodbye to Mentor Johansen, Qingyi shrugged, bought some random things, and went to the barbershop. When he sat down, he looked out uncomfortably, because there was about seventy dollars worth of food in the back seat of the bike. He had been to this barber shop a few times, after all, it was the closest barber shop to the apartment.

"Hey, Zhang, can't you trust us?" Jonny the Barber is a bit of a sissy black guy. He blinked (his eyelashes were overgrown) and said in a coquettish tone: "You have to trust the security of Cambridge." Is it still flat-headed this time? ”

"No...... Well, let's get a haircut that will add to my image. Qingyi sat down, picked up the newspaper casually, and saw if there was another scandal among the parliamentarians.

As if struck by lightning, Jonny exaggeratedly shouted, "Hey, look, this guy actually said he wanted a hairstyle that would add points!" Did I hear it wrong? My God! ”

The barbers who had nothing to do approached, grinning and pointing fingers, and Jonny simply chased them all away. Jonny's eyes lit up and he held a pair of scissors in each hand: "I've always wanted to give you a haircut that suits the Oriental...... Hehe, it's the first time I've tried it, but it won't be a big problem! ”

Qingyi rolled his eyes and let him fiddle with it.

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Back at the apartment, Qingyi struggled to carry the big bag of food and moved up the stairs. He usually lacks exercise and eats junk food, where can he have any strength?

The girl downstairs didn't know what mess she dragged home, and the stereo was playing black rap music, which blew up Qingyi's ears. But Qingyi can't go fast now, and he has spent twice as long in vain, and he is miserable.

The door creaked open, and the music became louder, making Qingyi frown. The girl who pushed the door and walked out shouted to the house, "Hey, don't mess with things!" Wait a minute, you'll all give me a share of the drink! ”

Minors can't drink alcohol, right? Whatever, though. Qingyi glanced at the girl, couldn't really figure out her age, and continued to climb the stairs like a snail.

The girl noticed him and greeted aloud, "Hi, who are you?" Looking for someone? ”

"I'm Zhang." Out of politeness, Qingyi still turned around and said a word, his tone was very impatient. He felt like he was stuck for a second longer, and his spine would be crushed by the damn food. No, maybe the eardrum will burst first.

The girl pointed at Qingyi in surprise and exclaimed in a voice a few decibels higher: "No! Damn, you're so handsome! ”

"Ah, thank you." Qingyi didn't feel any change in himself, in addition to his beard shaved, his hairstyle was also very similar to that of ordinary young people. He continued to walk up, and heard the girl whisper, "Even though he has become a handsome boy, he is still a bastard." ”