I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 30 Results
Brother Huang Mao put his legs down from the bench, sat up straight, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was about to get serious.

This time, Brother Huang Mao still chose the Ripper, and the wolf man with a hot snort jumped out again and let out a roar: "Blood, blood, I long for the taste of blood!"

"Boy, I let you do it once in the last game, and I'm going to be serious this time!" Brother Huang Mao squinted at Han Dong, and said suppressing his anger.

With a blank expression on his face, Han Dong controlled Gnar, who was holding a meteor hammer and a heavy shield, and pressed the OK button.

"Do you want to experience the feeling of crushing the enemy!" Gnar roared loudly, waving the meteor hammer.

ready!

3,

2,

1,

fighting!

The two heroes entered the duel interface at the same time, and Han Dong and Brother Huang Mao also manipulated the handle and a few buttons in an instant, and the sound of "crack, clap, clap" was endless.

Ten seconds later, there was a shrill howl, and the sound of "Perfect Kill" came out again. Gnar stood in front of the body of the gnoll, waving the meteor hammer in his hand. , Yang Tian let out a roar.

"Damn it, come again!" Brother Huang Mao's eyes were a little red, he slapped the console of the game console hard, took out a game coin from his pocket, and stuffed it into the coin slot.

One round, two rounds, three rounds,...

He has been playing more than a dozen rounds, and Han Dong uses the hero Gnar every time, and every time it is a "perfect kill".

At first Song Yu was still applauding and cheering for Han Dong, but in the end he didn't dare to make a sound, and secretly glanced at Brother Huang Mao with a look of fear.

"Why don't you let him go properly?" Song Yu said in a low voice, lying next to Han Dong's ear.

Han Dong turned his head to look at Song Yu, and smiled. He wanted to let this yellow hair know who was the trash!
Song Yu sighed. He was too familiar with Han Dong's smile, and his persuasion was ineffective. Song Yu began to look around, to see if there was anything similar to a stick nearby.

Brother Huang Mao reached into his trouser pocket again, but froze, and all the game coins were used up.

"Boy, you can do it! You played well, and I will compete with you next time!" Brother Huang Mao stood up slowly, took a deep breath, glanced at Han Dong, and gritted his back teeth.

Seeing Brother Huang Mao's gloomy face and walking towards the outside of the game hall without looking back, Song Yu let out a sigh of relief.

"Fuck, you're so big, you really dare to beat him more than a dozen times in a row, and every time you get a perfect kill!" Song Yu patted Han Dong's shoulder excitedly and shouted: "You are not afraid Is he making trouble for you? He is the most powerful fighter in this street. Just now I was really afraid that he couldn't afford to beat you."

"What are you afraid of? Don't you still have you? The two of us can't beat him?" Han Dong shrugged his shoulders and said with a relaxed smile.

"Hey, don't tell me, let alone the two of us, even if there are five or six more like us, they will not be his opponents. Last time he sent three young men in their 20s to the hospital, and they were still Bare hands..." Song Yu shook his head and said.

"Okay, let's not play, there is an exam in the afternoon, let's go to school." Han Dong stood up and said.

"Okay, okay, let's go!" Song Yu nodded, and walked out of the game hall with Han Dong, while putting his shoulders on Han Dong, he asked, "Aren't you really afraid that he will trouble you..."

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Three days passed quickly, and after the mock exam, everything returned to normal.

Classes during the day, and at night Han Dong entered the trial tower in the Nightmare game to practice meditation. In the Nightmare World, the efficiency of meditation practice is many times faster than in the real world. Every day, Han Dong can feel that his mental strength is increasing. Constantly improving.

But all of this is just the accumulation of quantitative changes, and his mental power attribute has never broken through eight points.

"Even if there is no breakthrough, this feeling of becoming stronger is still refreshing, and there is a feeling of wanting to stop." Han Dong thought to himself.

After a few more days, the results of the mock exam finally came down. This time, Han Dong ranked No. 11, directly advancing seven or eight places.

The improvement is obvious, but Han Dong is not the student who has improved the most in this mock exam. The one who has improved the most is his tablemate Song Yu. From the original 30 or so, he directly entered more than a dozen rankings, reaching Han Dong's previous ranking , nineteen.

Looking at the overall grades of the class, Song Yu felt like crying.

"It's over, it's over, you killed me this time..." Song Yu looked at Han Dong with resentment on his face: "If my father knows that I got nineteenth place in the exam, I'm afraid I will have a bad life in the future. "

"Advance by more than a dozen, your father should reward you anyway, how can you not have a good life? You should treat yourself." Han Dong laughed.

"Hope, this is my father's hope. He will definitely feel that I can get into college if I work hard!" Song Yu exclaimed, "He didn't care much about me, I just want to do whatever I want." It’s enough to go to a technical school, but now, let’s see, I will definitely be strictly supervised in the next few months, the game hall, novels, and video halls, all of these will soon be far away from me, my God, I don’t want to live anymore !"

"Hehe, come on, maybe you can really get admitted to the university?" Han Dong stuffed the report card into his schoolbag and was about to go home. He patted Song Yu on the shoulder and said, "Maybe we can get admitted to the same university in the future." Woolen cloth."

"Unless we sit together during the college entrance examination!" Song Yu said, rolling his eyes.

When he got home, seeing his younger sister Han Xiaojie who was hesitant to speak, Han Dong smiled and said to Han Xiaojie, "Eleven."

Han Xiaojie was taken aback for a moment, and then a smile appeared on her face. Looking at the way Han Dong looked at her, Han Xiaojie's cheeks showed a little rosy, and she hurriedly walked towards the kitchen and said, "I'll cook."

Soon, the two finished their dinner in silence. Although they didn't say a word as usual, Han Dong obviously felt that the atmosphere was different from before. His younger sister, Han Xiaojie, seemed to be really making progress for herself. feel happy.

His mother hadn't come back after dinner, so Han Dong put the report card in a prominent place on the coffee table in the living room. If his mother saw that he entered such a university, he would be very happy.

In the dead of night, Han Dong entered the nightmare world again. He thought he didn't care about the mock exam results, but after sitting on the bed for more than an hour, Han Dong didn't enter the meditation state, so he knew that he still valued this results of the mock exam.

Even in his dream, imagining his mother's smile after seeing the report card, a smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of Han Dong's mouth, he got out of bed, walked out of the dark bedroom, and came to the living room on the first floor of the trial tower.

"Otherwise, go up and challenge the Skeleton Mage again? Maybe you can be lucky this time and be able to kill it. It actually only needs two moves, one fireball and one close-up staff!" Han Dong Talking to himself, he walked towards the stairs.

When walking past the experimental table placed in the center of the living room, he accidentally saw a lot of smudged paper balls thrown under the table. After a casual glance, Han Dong stopped immediately.

"Huh, there seems to be words on it?" Han Dong turned his head and took a closer look at the paper balls under the experimental table. His face suddenly showed excitement, and he quickly picked up all the paper balls under the experimental table, and then Carefully smooth one by one.

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(End of this chapter)