After Online Dating with Unlimited Streaming BOSS

As a scholar, Luo Huayue is very rigorous when studying, and immediately raised an objection: "Senior, you mean to say, first set the object value of this request as X, right?"

Rong Yi was slightly taken aback.

Of course she knew what Senior A wanted to say. It's just that the combination of "X" and "object" made her think of another meaning involuntarily.

Her little boyfriend, whose WeChat name has always been "X", and his profile picture is also all black, which is completely inconsistent with his warm and lovely personality.

Speaking of which, after she came out of the ogre copy, her little boyfriend once promised her that she could make videos for two weeks. Fingers crossed, it's time for the school copy.

With that in mind, life has hope again.

Senior A probably saw that she was wandering, and her clean and thin joints tapped on the table lightly.

"Ah! I'm sorry." Rong Yi quickly returned to his senses: "Go ahead."

The tip of the pen writes the formula on the scratch paper, and the drawing is as neat as if it were printed out, as if a set of rulers were born in his hand.

At every step of writing, Senior A looked up at Rong Yi, if she nodded to explain, he would continue to write; if she had questions, he would take the trouble to write and explain his ideas.

As thoughtful and meticulous as when he led the way.

Rong Yi originally studied finance, and is very sensitive to numbers. When he was in school, he was severely lame. Science is much better than liberal arts. It's just that I graduated for too long, and the problem-solving methods of high school were returned to the teacher.

But in the end, the foundation is solid. With a little bit of help from Senior A, she can quickly pick up her thoughts, and she can do it well without talking about a few questions.

Luo Huayue is a master of all fours.

Only Zhang Haiyang.

"That—" He couldn't help but interrupted in this silent tutoring session: "I, how to substitute the previous formula, I don't understand..."

He looked at Senior A eagerly.

Senior A stopped the problem-solving steps he was writing, changed a piece of scratch paper, and wrote on it:

"You don't have to understand."

Zhang Haiyang: ?

"I came up with the questions, just memorize all the answers to the questions just now."

Zhang Haiyang: "...Yes. I'm not a real high school student, I just need to pass the average!"

He calmed down and began to memorize by rote. When he looked up and saw Senior A who was continuing to patiently lecture Rong Yi, he suddenly felt that something was wrong:

"...But Sister Rong isn't a high school student either. It's alright to pass the exams. It's better to have this time—"

Senior A raised his head, his pale face was terrifyingly black, and inexplicable fear instantly filled Zhang Haiyang's body.

His tongue was immediately knotted: "—like, like, if you want, then whatever?"

Senior A lowered his head and continued to write the problem-solving ideas. Zhang Haiyang only felt that the pressure on his body was suddenly removed, and he gasped for breath.

It's too scary... Fortunately, it's from the same faction, otherwise the SAN value wouldn't have to drop directly to the end? Zhang Haiyang thought about it with lingering fears: What kind of NPC is this Senior A, isn't it a hidden dungeon boss?

However, after thinking about it, if this is the case, then Sister Rong is also powerful enough. The dungeon BOSS gives her math problems. Which player can get this kind of treatment?

Rong Yi didn't mind whether the answer was memorized by rote or memorized after understanding.

However, she remembered her stubbornness when she was in school, and she really liked to "break the casserole and ask the question to the end". With her, if a question can be answered with a standard answer, the process is not clear and clear, and she is also very uncomfortable. , would rather not have this score.

Therefore, Senior A's clear and thorough explanation gave her the greatest satisfaction with this strange "obsessional disorder". Every question was logically clear, and it was like a flower with perfect sequence blooming in her mind.

The next lesson is physical education. The physical education teacher probably thought that their class was occupied by math class again, but they didn't even come to remind them.

It was not until 20 minutes after the class that some students came back to the classroom one after another, opened the textbook and teaching aids, and spread out the scratch paper.

Most of them had bruises on their faces, and their school uniforms were so gray that they seemed to roll over on the ground. It seems that they are all the people who have worked hard for their studies and got the places for tutoring.

Among them, ICE's clean and handsome face and spotless school uniform are particularly conspicuous.

"Me!" He walked in front of the crowd, pointed to himself proudly, and stretched out a finger: "First place!"

Rong Yi applauded: "Cow!"

Luo Huayue: "What did Teacher Zhang tell you?"

ICE: "DDCDAABC! Hyperbolic parabola... focal coordinate F(1,0)... "Complete Interpretation of Textbooks" 58? No, page 85, what..."

He frowned in distress: "Forgot."

Rong Yi: ……Okay. Although I didn't remember anything except the multiple-choice questions, it was a worthwhile trip to occupy a place for ordinary players.

Zhang Haiyang looked at him with pity, and waved: "Come on brother, let's recite the answer together."

The classroom was in full swing, and Mr. Wang was very pleased, but he still clapped his hands at the door: "Students, learning is important, so is your body. Physical education class is still going to go to the playground to exercise. Come downstairs! "

Zhang Haiyang wailed while holding the unfinished math problem: "I don't want to take physical education class! I want to learn math! Learning math makes me happy!"

The copy seems to be intended to squeeze them out of their time to study mathematics. Teacher Wang drove them out of the classroom like a duck. This half of the physical education class should be attended or not.

Rong Yi followed the classmates out of the classroom and looked back to see Senior A sitting alone in the empty classroom.

He, the top student who was recommended, was not in a hurry to go back to his class, he just sat in Rong Yi's seat, and boredly tore the used scrap paper into strips and folded them to play.

She suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar, but she couldn't say where she had seen it.

"Sister Rong!" Luo Huayue called her from the stairs, and she chased after her.

Looking back, the classroom was already empty.

After returning from gym class, Rong Yi found a handful of stars stacked with paper in the table.

The stars are white and clean, with pointed five corners, full and lovely.

The next time is no different from an ordinary high school. They took turns in the nine subjects, and the line was full until the last class before dinner, the test time.

The questions taught by Senior A covered 100% of the content of the test paper, and almost the number of questions did not change. The inner ghost team wrote like a god, and all of them passed the average score without any accident, and received a reward from the copy.

They ate dinner in the small garden as usual, exchanging tips they had received.

Luo Huayue: "The reminder said that they are going to play the door ghost game in the gym storage room at nine o'clock tonight."

ICE: "They're going to 10 people, and all the girls are players."

Zhang Haiyang swallowed: "...The female ghost will show up tonight."

Rong Yi: "The female ghost is afraid of mirrors."

She asked Luo Huayue, "Do you have a mirror?"

After entering this dungeon, the player's items and clothing are equipped according to the character. Rong Yi is assumed to be the eldest sister, and takes the cool route, and will not take out a mirror with him to pay attention to his appearance.

Luo Huayue's character is the eldest sister's little follower, an ordinary high school girl. After much deliberation, she is the only one who has the possibility to have a small mirror for her daily beauty.

"Ah, I have." However, it wasn't Luo Huayue who answered her, it was ICE.

He took out a palm-sized round mirror from his pocket, with a pink and fancy Cardcaptor Sakura painted on the back.

"I heard them say that the more girls there are, the more yin qi they have, and the more effective it is to play, so they didn't even invite me." He straightened his hair in front of the mirror: "That's right, Ocean is so timid, today The ghost of the late girl will also appear. If you stay one night, I will come."

Zhang Haiyang bit his chopsticks and hesitated for a while, before making up his mind and saying, "No."

"I know I'm very timid, but I can't be a drag on you all the time!" He raised his unsturdy chest: "We are a team, I, I can't be the team's shortcoming! I have to grow up!"

Luo Huayue applauded, Rong Yi smiled: "Okay, then you can do your best. However, as long as you lose one SAN value, you will go immediately."

Zhang Haiyang nodded as if smashing garlic. Rong Yi looked at the other two: "You too, as long as you lose a little bit, you will get up immediately. This is not a level of brute force, all guarantee me a SAN value of not less than 5!"

The two agreed one by one.

"Ghost game——" Luo Huayue pulled the tomato scrambled eggs: "How did you play it?"

"They said, it's just knocking on the door to replace someone." ICE has already penetrated into the enemy's interior and understands it very clearly:

"Everyone walks into the room and numbers them one by one. Number one goes out first, closes the door, counts to the door silently 10 times, knocks on the door, number two opens the door inside, number one comes in, number two goes out."

"And so on and so forth, number two for number three, number three for number four."

"It is said that after a certain number, when the person inside the door opens the door, they will see something else standing behind the person outside the door!"

Zhang Haiyang jumped up with an "Ow" and pointed at the back of ICE with a shiver: "You, behind you—"

The three of them sat together on the bench in the garden pavilion, and Zhang Haiyang sat opposite them. Luo Huayue laughed: "Yes, if there is progress, it will scare us?"

"No! Really! Behind you—"

His frightened tone didn't seem to be fake, Rong Yi looked back and met a pair of dark eyes that were very close!

"Ah!" she cried, jumping up from the bench!

Senior A was squatting behind her to pick up something, and stood up innocently.

He handed the paper star in his hand to Rong Yi, as if afraid of scaring her again, he took a step back consciously.

This time, Zhang Haiyang laughed: "You also said that Senior A is not scary, didn't you also get scared?"

Rong Yi patted his chest with lingering fears.

The paper star in her hand was in her pocket. They didn't get any extra props today, and the only thing that counted as a copy was the paper stars that Senior A folded on her desk.

So she brought it here, wanting to study whether there are any mysteries in it. The school uniform has large pockets and may have accidentally dropped some on the road.

"...Thank you." Rong Yi held the delicate and fragile star, for fear of breaking it. She asked Senior A, "Can I take apart your star and see?"

Senior A tilted his head, his pale face flashed a suspected blush, and nodded lightly.

Rong Yi knelt beside the bench, scattered the Xingxingmen on the bench, and removed them one by one.

Some stars have nothing in them, and some have scattered formulas written on them, which are torn from scratch paper at first glance, and no useful information appears.

Senior A was on the opposite side of the bench, squatting down facing Rong Yi, she took one off, he folded one, and his hands were fast.

Until Rong Yi took apart the last star.

The snow-white note unfolded, and on it was written a line of Junxiu's handwriting:

"I finally gave it to you, I'm so happy."

Rong Yi: ...?

She turned the note over and over, but couldn't see anything.

But this sentence inside is obviously different from the previous fragmentary formulas, and it was specially written by Senior A.

Finally gave it to her. Why finally? Why give it to her? Why are you happy to give it to her?

Senior A is a riddle person, and monk Rong Yizhang is at a loss.

She scrutinized this note, and the more she looked, the more she felt--Senior A's handwriting, as if she had seen it somewhere.

It should have been a while ago...after entering the game...

Luo Huayue came over curiously and muttered: "Sister Rong, I wanted to say before, his words are so familiar..."

Luo Huayue also feels familiar? Both she and Luo Huayue felt familiar words——

""There is no difference!" Rong Yi blurted out.

Luo Huayue was stunned: "The painting in the ogre copy?"

"Yes!" Rong Yi smoothed the note on his hand: "There is a handwritten exhibit information label under that painting, we have all seen it."

"It's this font!"

Luo Huayue was puzzled: "I mean, he drew that painting? But isn't he the NPC in this copy?" She looked at Senior A with doubts and unease in her eyes:

"Can NPCs move between different instances?"

"Impossible!" Zhang Haiyang denied on the spot:

"If you insist, except for the player, the only one who can walk between different dungeons is that mysterious random boss!"

Rong Yi immediately remembered the beautiful man doll in the ogre dungeon, who had his T-headed skull pinched in front of her eyes!

Luo Huayue shuddered: "A, Senior A won't be—"

Zhang Haiyang said "Hi": "The random boss is crazy and even kills the dungeon boss. If he were, we would all be dead!"

"Besides, the spawn rate of random bosses is super super low, and our luck will not be that bad, hahahahaha!"

"A cautious person like me wouldn't worry about such an ultra-low probability event, why are you still worrying?"

"That's right..." Luo Huayue explained to herself: "We've already met once, and there's no reason to meet for the second time..."

Zhang Haiyang was very interested in the fact that they had encountered a random boss, and pestered Luo Huayue to ask questions.

Rong Yi handed the written note to Senior A, who had been squatting obediently across from him.

Like a skilled assembly line worker, he quickly folded the notes into stars, raised his hand, and gently placed it in Rong Yi's palm.

Help without a reason, team up without a reason, "finally" without a reason...

All of this made Rong Yi start to speculate on another possibility:

"...Is it my character design that I owe any emotional debt?"

She looked at Senior A who neatly arranged the stars on the bench into a rectangle:

"School - Big Sister Ba and her Xueba loyal dog boyfriend?"

Xueba's loyal dog boyfriend raised his head, and on his stiff face, he tried his best to give a smile that was more penetrating than pure.