It is undeniable that there are really geniuses in this world.

Meng Qing, according to himself, had basically never touched games before this summer vacation. During the summer vacation, he was taken to the Internet cafe for a while and played CrossFire. But he only played for an afternoon.

In the CrossFire game, if you have the skills of CS, it is easier to play, but if you don’t have the skills of CS, then this game is more difficult than any game, because people keep moving, you have to hit the person with a gun, and you have to hit important parts of the person to lose blood to make it faster. It is even more difficult to kill the headshot in one blow.

Although Zhao Gangliang didn't play CrossFire much, he was able to play CrossFire with his excellent reaction speed and marksmanship learned in the Hunter School before, so Zhao Gangliang was at ease in playing CrossFire.

Zhou Tongyan has been playing CrossFire for two years and is a college student at the same level. He thinks that he has no opponents in the entire dormitory except Zhao Gangling.

In fact, when the game started tonight, there were indeed no opponents.

However, by around 10 o'clock in the evening, the situation changed.

Meng Qing completely got started with this game.

The headshot rate soared.

In addition to Zhao Gang-ling being able to suppress Meng Qing in combat skills, Zhou Tongyan has completely become the soul of Meng Qing's subordinates.

Not to mention Wang Hao and Liu Lang, the two people who have negative results.

Although Zhao Gangliang steadily suppressed Meng Qing, he was also scared by Meng Qing's talent.

CrossFire is not just about technology, but also about psychology and consciousness.

Meng Qing only spent one night, both technically, psychologically and consciously, leaving Zhou Tongyan a few streets away.

This kind of talent can almost be described as inhuman.

The entire dormitory was filled with gunfire.

At eleven o'clock, Wang Xiaoxiao came back from outside.

Still blushing and smelling drunk.

He didn't talk to anyone when he came back, and he fell asleep just after falling back.

Zhao Gang-ling and others naturally connected the headphones.

After playing for more than one minute, a group of people finally turned off their computers and prepared to go to bed.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoxiao farted a few more times.

This fart is louder than yesterday. Wang Xiaoxiao was woken up, but this time he chose to pretend to be asleep.

"My grass, Wang Xiaoxiao, is so stinking! What did you eat tonight and what fart you do!"

Zhou Tongyan shouted.

Wang Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed, and said, "What did you say, Zhou Tongyan? Oh, it's so smelly, who farts? Meng Qing, is it you?"

"You put it."

Liu Lang glanced at Wang Xiaoxiao and said, "Forget it if you make it so loud, it's still so smelly."

"Absolutely not me!"

Wang Xiaoxiao shook her head and said, "How could it be me? I'm sleeping."

"It's you who are impotence, how about you?" Zhou Tongyan asked.

"Impotence is impotence, it is definitely not me, I'm going to bed."

Wang Xiaoxiao said and lay down again.

"A person is invincible if he is inferior."

Zhou Tongyan glanced at Zhao Gangling.

Zhao Gang smiled.

This day is the last day for freshmen to register.

Zhao Gangyan got up early and then took the car arranged by Huangmao to go back to FJ.

After two days of coming out, there were some things on FJ that Zhao Gang-ling had to go back to deal with.

The biggest thing is the Fang Group.

Meizhiwei plans to open a food city like SH in Beijing, but the water in Beijing is much deeper than that in SH, and there is a local bandit who helps SH, so it is more convenient to do things, and Fangya Group has nothing to do in Beijing.

Although Zhao Gangliang knew a few people from the capital, they were all childhood things. To be honest, Zhao Gangliang had a bad relationship with those people from the capital.

Although Zhao Gang-ling spent most of his time overseas when he was a child, he would occasionally return to the Zhao family in the capital to live for a while. At that time, Zhao Gang-ling was thin and could not practice martial arts. Although he was called the King of Playboys in the capital, there were more than one hand against Zhao Gang-ling at that time. After all, the capital was a place where great people gathered. Not to mention the descendants of the leaders of the ministries and commissions, the grandchildren of the old people in Zhongnanhai were not something that Zhao Gang-ling could bully casually, and the relatives of the current central leaders.

Simply put, Zhao Gangliang used to do a good job in Beijing, with many friends, many friends, and many enemies. Although it is not a big hatred, they will disgust you as long as they have the chance.

Therefore, Zhao Gangling pays great attention to the matter of Meizhiwei in the food city in Beijing.

"Beijing Meizhiwei Food City, this must be opened."

At the headquarters of Fangya Group, Lin Xin sat next to Zhao Gangli, leaning against the chair, crossing her legs, holding a pen in her hand, and gently knocking on the table.

Zhao Gang glanced at Lin Xin's thighs wrapped in black silk from time to time.

He was very surprised, why did Lin Xin's thighs have such magic that people couldn't open their eyes when they saw it?

Or is it just the charm of the simple black silk?

However, even if Huang Lingling and Guo Furong wear black silk, they don’t have the magic power of Lin Xin.

"Beijing is the economic and cultural center of our China. Only by gaining a firm foothold in the capital can our beauty win better development opportunities. It doesn't matter in the capital? Let's go and have a relationship! I always believe that there is no relationship in this world that cannot be run. The key is whether you run diligently or not."

After Lin Xin finished speaking, she glanced at Zhao Gang-ling and found that Zhao Gang-ling was staring at his thigh.

Lin Xin couldn't help but think of the floor-to-ceiling window on Mei Island that night.

Shoeprints on the ground.

There is also the identity of Zhao Gang-ryung as Wen Changlin's godson.

Lin Xin suddenly felt a little slippery between her legs.

"The water in the capital is too deep."

Because this time, Hao Binfang was also called by Zhao Gangli to have a meeting. He said, "We have just gone public and financing is underway. The stock market is also very good now. So, I suggest waiting for a while. As the saying goes, sharpening the knife will not delay chopping wood. We wait until the Meizhiwei Food City on SH has completely become famous before going to Beijing. The possibility of success will undoubtedly be greater."

"I also agree with Hao Bunfang's view."

Wu Yaoqin, who was standing beside him, said with a smile, "Our relationship in the capital is too shallow."

Lin Xin looked at Zhao Gangliang and asked, "What do you think?"

"I?"

Zhao Gang-ryung was surprised that Lin Xin would ask her opinion. At this time, she felt so good at looking at her thighs, and suddenly she didn't know what to say.

"You are the chairman."

Lin Xin said and sighed, as if helpless Zhao Gang-rye was the chairman.
Chapter completed!