Chapter 8 On the development of gaming boys
Li Menglong mainly reads books to pass the time, but like many young people with dreams, who would still want to read books if they have a game console.
So he successfully leaned his head next to the low bed. Fortunately, Li Menglong was not short-sighted. What Li Shunkyu was holding was a PSP handheld device. The screen was small and pitiful, but even listening to the monotonous electronic synthesized music was much more interesting. Li Menglong is full of curiosity about all new things.
"Are you hungry?"
"Are you cold?"
"Do you want to sleep?"
"Can you lend it to me to play with?"
Seeing Li Menglong's face gradually turn from eager at the beginning to livid, and now a little angry, Li Shunkui has achieved her goal. To be honest, the game console is not as attractive to her as teasing Li Menglong, and she is playing outside the bed. The game is really too cold.
"I'm in a good mood, remember to cook me something delicious tonight." After saying that, he handed the PSP to Li Menglong. Looking at the other person's cautious look as if he had found a treasure, for some reason she seemed to prefer the lost look when she was reading a book. Li Menglong.
After dispelling his irritable thoughts, Li Shunkui heard the familiar sound of the game that accompanied him to sleep, and soon fell asleep again, but there seemed to be something wrong with the sound.
"Diudiudiu, ah——"
"Bang bang bang, ah——"
"Ah-ah-ah-"
As a ruthless person who beat the level of Metal Slug in one life, she really couldn't bear the sound of death so frequently. However, Li Menglong seemed to be addicted. He simply took off his coat and stared at the screen hard, as if this technology was enough. It seems like it can be improved.
You endured it again and again, but it was as if someone was provoking you in your ears in your best way. Li Shunkui, who couldn't bear it anymore, yelled out: "Can you live a little longer?"
"I think so, too?" Li Menglong hadn't felt so depressed for an unknown amount of time. His hands seemed to be unable to control these simple buttons. He clearly saw bullets coming, but his character seemed like The kamikaze usually rushes in directly.
Slowly, Li Menglong moved to the head of the bed, and Li Shunkui raised the pillow so that he could see the small screen. So Li Shunkui, who was half asleep and half-awake, gave Li Menglong pointers. However, the world cannot support the wall with mud. All common principles.
When Li Shunkui was completely shaken awake, Li Menglong's eyes were red, he was gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to eat someone, and he looked at her with a demonic look.
This time Li Shunkui was not afraid, because this expression was too familiar to her. It was clearly the expression she had when she was stuck at a certain level while playing games all night. She patted the other person on the shoulder, and she had the feeling of seeing a revolution. The feelings of comrades.
Especially compared to my own group of sisters, I have trained them one by one for so many years, but they are all meat buns and beating dogs. I even gave Xiaoxian a game console as a birthday gift three years ago. I guess they are still gathering dust in some corner now. Well, it’s not like Li Menglong is so generous now.
Absolutely not to break the heart of any young man who loves games, no, it’s the uncle. Li Shunkui took the game console in a sacred mood of teaching and educating people, and at the same time patted the bedside, indicating that he could sit over.
But looking at the prompts inside, Li Shunkui's mind was a little shaken. He didn't know whether Li Menglong could be saved. He and Xiaoxian were two extremes.
The game Metal Slug clearly stated that this is your last life, but this game clearly has unlimited lives, so she was not in a hurry to take action but asked instead: "How many times have you died?" Huh?”
"Hiss--" This question was finally asked by Li Menglong. He was already red-eyed. Every time he was resurrected, he was like an attacker carrying a bomb. He rushed directly towards the soldier just now, and they often died together. In other words, you can only kill one soldier per life. "Probably, maybe a thousand times?" Li Menglong replied uncertainly. Looking at the other party's disbelieving eyes, he could only add: "A thousand more times at most!"
"Oh, you still have a long way to go." After saying that, she ignored him, but held up her game console with great care, took a deep breath solemnly like a pilgrim, and then started her crazy performance. .
Li Menglong, on the other hand, played the role of making Li Shunkui happy, although he did not mean it: "Wow, can you change bullets here? Can you go back here? Can you ride an elephant?"
Classmate Li, who has short hair and short knowledge, is lost mainly because he is full of curiosity about games: "Hit him, hit him! Get on the tank, yes, jump! Dust machine, dust machine..."
Li Menglong's fussing and investment made Li Shunkui very satisfied, and he had plans to become an emerging game anchor. However, after thinking that there were not many novices like Li Menglong who were so poor in skills and still full of curiosity about games, he still stopped thinking.
It took nearly an hour for Li Shunkui, who was dying, to pass the level magnificently. After 300 rounds of fighting the final alien, she, like countless Internet-addicted teenagers, had a severe sense of detachment, not to mention that she had just recovered from a serious illness. .
Enduring the dizziness in his mind, Li Shunkui stared at Li Menglong who was holding the game console and continuing to fight. The frequency of the death sound "Ahhhhh" coming from inside had been reduced a lot, but it was still far away from her.
"Hey, I don't know your name yet?" Li Shunkui asked in a dull voice.
"Li Menglong." He answered all questions now. Who would let the person holding the hand be short-handed: "I got it myself, sounds good."
"Menglong? What about your Chunxiang?"
Li Menglong reluctantly put down the handheld device, mainly because the last battery had disappeared. He carefully wiped it on the hem of his clothes and put it on the bedside reluctantly: "Have you also watched this TV series? It's very good, right? ?”
"Tsk, who hasn't seen it? This story is Korea's Romeo and Juliet, China's Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, what was your original name?" Li Shunkui, who was looked down upon by the other party, said dissatisfiedly.
"Forgot."
"Do you think I look like a fool?"
"I really forgot. I lost my memory. It started about half a year ago. I can't remember a lot of things." Li Menglong pointed at his head and said seriously, as if this was the first time he told this to a stranger. I feel a lot more comfortable.
Realizing that the other party was not joking, Li Shunkui restrained his teasing expression, thinking that one day he would forget his family, his girlhood, and... It would be a terrible situation.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. And, thank you." Li Shunkui said sincerely.
He is not used to showing pitiful expressions to himself. Although he has lost a lot of memories and cannot even do many serious jobs because he does not have an ID card, Li Menglong just feels that his life is fulfilling and happy.
So he quickly changed the topic and asked casually: "Want to thank me? Then introduce me to the girl on your phone. What is her name?"
Li Shunkui was a little confused, thinking about what kind of picture he had in his hand, but then he realized that the screen saver seemed to be a photo of himself. He couldn't help but look at Li Menglong sadly. He had lost his memory and the memory of teasing the girl had not disappeared, but he was too lazy to expose him. , after all, you are flattering yourself.
(End of chapter)