Zhang Mengxing Talk in the future

Maybe you feel that the ending is very abrupt and seems to be missing a large paragraph? ............In fact, my personal idea is that a story should always have an end, like a dream, no matter how far-fetched it is, and there will always be new stories under the dust of each story... Therefore, my ending has been decided a long time ago, and even the draft has been completed ( Of course, it also contains the relationship of writing time of only about five months), so this fantasy story of sword and magic has come to an end... Please wait for the new story to unfold again...

PS: Warhammer is indeed a masterpiece game...

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"You walk in a dark dungeon. There are only the crackling sound of torches burning and the sound of your footsteps, breathing, and slightly louder sounds accidentally made when weapons are knocked on the whole road, but these will not be alerted by unknown enemies at all. Finally, you have found a place where you can rest. Fang, after closing the door and putting down the trap mechanism, you can have a good sleep..."

Sitting behind the curtain on the table, the teenager's eyes sparkled with cunning light, and then he put the curtain away and put it into the book next to him.

"Okay, let's go here today. Time is running out. I have to get up early for class tomorrow!"

In the midst of complaints, the teenager drove four men of the same age back to the bed. They muttered, put away the dice, paper, pencils and books, and laughed from time to time. In short, it was a very peaceful scene of running.

"Feiyu, this DM is good! I didn't expect that there were times when we kicked the door party. An ordinary man patted the teenager on the shoulder and then hugged him on the shoulder.

"I said, next time I die again, can you let me change my character card? After all, I have died four times, and the level can't keep up with them at all. Is that okay?

The teenager was stunned and took off the flat square-framed borderless glasses on his eyes and threw them on the table. "No problem, but you can't change the initial points, props, and your specialty."

"That's no problem!"

The bad friend patted Feiyu on the shoulder happily, and then pulled out a thick pile of A4-sized paper from the drawer of his desk.

Fifty copies! That's enough!"

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Gongsun Feiyu, don't think the name is so mysterious. To put it bluntly, this surname is just inheriting his parents, and his parents are just ordinary employees and teahouse owners. As for his grandfather' generation, Feiyu has never thought if they have hidden anything. After all, the surname 'Gongsun' At the beginning, there were many, and I was absolutely not lucky to be a descendant of a Gongsun family.

Interests are games, novels, comics, animations, running groups, and life experiences are ordinary. There are no friends from primary school to high school. Fortunately, a bad friend in junior high school also went to this university - as we all know, it is forbidden to bring computers into school in the first year of college, so he and his bad friends will work together. The guys in the bedroom and the next bedroom were driven up, setting off a world of dice that had been silent for a long time.

But I don't know why, as long as Feiyu is not a DM (dungeon master, or storyteller), his character card must be a woman, must be a spell caster, and his appearance must be purple long hair and purple eyes... Tut, is this subconscious obsessive disorder?

Lying on ** and turning over and over, he couldn't sleep. Feiyu simply lay down and whispered to himself half-opened his eyes.

"Are you asleep?"

"I didn't sleep, just didn't sleep."

" Speaking of which, there will be an exam tomorrow. Are you ready? I don't want to spend my brains to learn those messy things.

"Ah, anyway, your IQ claims to be unlimited. Of course, I'm not as intelligent as you, so please, if you can't come out, I'd be happy to let you help me walk."

"You want to think about those two again. Haven't you had enough of the pain last time? My pain is connected to your pain, right?"

"Forget it, sleep to nourish your spirits. You won't have to bother for a long time after this exam."

"Hm, that's it."

The voice is so low that only he can hear it, and Feiyu just usually talks to the guy in his mind.

"I'm exhausted... I'd better get up later tomorrow..." So muttering, Feiyu pulled a cotton quilt to cover his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep in less than a while.

The boys' dormitory during the day is always full of surprises. You know, even if the school prohibits freshmen from bringing computers, there are always a few guys who take advantage of one or two loopholes. For example, they bring laptops. As long as they check their sleep, they will stuff them into the drawer. Anyway, they are all bought, as long as they are not too much in the dormitory. Plug in an induction cooker, and no one will hang you.

"The steel courtyard canteen on the first floor opens! If you want DPS, you need T, and fight fire! Don't paddle!"

Early in the morning, this is the main theme of the whole dormitory.

Feiyu shook his head after being woken up. "Give me my spell book and let me see what spells I remember today..."

"You haven't woken up yet, have you? Hurry up, if you don't hurry up, there will be no food in the canteen!" The bad friend lost a sock, and the brewing aroma woke him up in an instant.

"Bastard! Don't let her throw this kind of thing in my face! You murdered!!!"

Ordinary daily life, ordinary life, and ordinary friends, human life is to find ordinary in ordinary, or in other words, constantly looking for freshness and pleasure in endless boredom.

While pulling the food with no difference in his mouth, Feiyu turned his head left and right to look at the crowd around him. It didn't look different.

"How's it going? Are you sure about today's exam?" The bad friend knocked on Feiyu's rice bowl and asked eagerly.

He didn't say anything. Feiyu just pointed to his head and continued to bow his head to eat, and that person was also relieved. He knew the schizophrenic product in Feiyu's brain. That guy was a first-class scanner and infinite thinking machine. With him, it was no problem to take 60 points! ( Didn't you say that sixty-one years old is a waste...)

"Yes, I dreamed again last night."

"Is that dream again? If I remember correctly, it's your cousin's novel. Make no mistake, you can't be a magician... Er, if you are 35 years old and still a virgin, it's okay.

"Go to hell, you damn house, I wish you a great magician!"

"You are still a magic tutor!"

This kind of unnutritious mutual scolding can always last for such a long time that the two will forget when to go to class. Finally, they run to their positions at the last minute before the exam, and the bad friends give a thumb 'Please!'

Also returned a middle finger 'no problem'

Open the paper and write 'Asphia' fluently on the name column of the test paper - huh? Feiyu immediately erased it with an eraser, then wrote his name, and then looked at his hand strangely. What's wrong with this inexplicable text? It's not Cybertron...

"The exam begins!"

Sure enough, there is nothing in this world other than miracles or the so-called 'objective scientific and physical world'... Feiyu sat helplessly on the railing on the roof of the teaching building and thought so that even the meteors seen in the day could not make him recover from this inexplicable depression.

"Forget it, there is still a group to finish today. Why do you think so much..."

The teenager jumped off the railing and patted his bad friend who fell asleep because the sun was too comfortable. The two walked down the stairs shoulder to shoulder. The iron gate slowly closed under the action of the wind. After a slight locking sound, the platform fell into silence again...