Chapter 121: Wipeout
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A few seconds later, Shi Zhikang’s face collapsed. Eyes wide and hands shaking, Shi exclaid, "Sen, you asshole, are you the reincarnation of Taka Kato?"
Seeing Han Sen’s hand quickly moving as if he was having spasms, Shi Zhikang was more and more shocked and panicked, as he had not touched many spots near him.
"Shi, you are yelling like a pig being slaughtered. Stop being so dramatic," Lu ng, who was in the middle of a ga, protested.
Shi Zhikang had completely given up. Watching Hen Sen’s hand dancing, he lost all desire to play.
Shi Zhikang rolled his eyes and told Lu ng, "Sen’s skills are strong. I believe in our room, no one is his match except for the leader."
Lu ng replied, "Shi, your loss is on you. Don’t bring other people into it."
"Lu, you are not even as good as . If you play against Sen, you would lose all the sa," Shi Zhikang deliberately raised his voice and said.
"I’ll show you who the real master is, but if I win, this month you need to do the cleaning," said Lu ng.
Shi Zhikang’s face suddenly showed a trace of joy, but he then imdiately suppressed it. He looked hesitant and said after a long while, "Alright. But if you lose, you need to do the sa."
"OK, no problem. Let finish this round first." Lu ng believed in himself. He had passed unevolved-9 in Hand of God, which was quite good among all freshn. Maybe he was not the best player, but he could easily join Hand of God Society.
In addition, they were all in the Departnt of Archery, which had no high demand for speed, so normally archery students were weaker at this ga in general. Except for Han Sen, Lu ng did not think any of his roommates could beat him.
Shi Zhikang had lost to Han Sen because he had poor skills. Anyone could beat Shi as he was too slow. Therefore, Lu did not believe what Shi had claid about Han Sen’s strength.
Lu ng finished his ga and flashed the score in front of Shi, "See? This is what a landslide victory looks like—63 to 45. I’m a genius."
"Now that is useless. You have to beat Han Sen." Shi Zhikang smiled at Han Sen and said, "Sen, you don’t want to do cleaning either right? If you beat him, we don’t have to do anything for a month."
Han Sen smiled and said, "I know what to do."
Lu ng invited Han Sen to his ga room and said casually, "Sen, your ID is going to cause trouble. If you don’t believe , try looking for a match on Battlenet. the boys will line up to kick your ass."
"I’m used to it," Han Sen smiled.
"Failure is good. It helps you make progress." Lu ng began the ga, slowly drinking from a bottle of water at the sa ti.
While drinking, he provoked Shi Zhikang, "Shi, check out how I beat Sen singlehandedly. Don’t deny it when you lose."
"Aweso. Lu, you are just aweso." Shi Zhikang curled his lips with his arms folded, waiting to enjoy the show. He thought, "Everyone is only allowed to use one hand in the versus mode anyway. Boast all you want now, you will cry later."
"So I am," Lu ng answered proudly, unaware of Shi’s sinister intention.
At the end of the countdown, the spots popped out and Lu ng did not plan to put aside the water bottle. Reaching out to touch the spots while drinking, he paid no attention to Han Sen’s hand.
He felt as long as he played normally, he could certainly beat Han Sen.
Only a few spots down, he caught a glimpse of the other hand and felt its speed was abnormal, so he looked up.
One look and Lu ng was suddenly stunned, forgetting even to reach for the spots. The water bottle froze on the edge of his lips. He maintained that position and did not move for a long ti.
Han Sen’s palm was shaking at a dazzling speed as if it had a secret engine installed. All the spots were gone.
Lu ng had picked unevolved-10 for this round and he could not even clear the spots on his own side, while Han Sen had cleared them up for him, while looking quite relaxed.
"Lu, what happened to beating Sen singlehandedly? How about you try with both hands now?" Shi Zhikang saw Lu ng stunned and laughed.
"Try your ass. Sen, you must have passed unevolved-10?" Lu ng cried.
"That’s about right," said Han Sen casually. In fact, he had already passed evolver-4, which was much higher than unevolved-10.
"S*#t!"Lu ng cursed and cried, "Shi, you are so devious. There is no way our leader could beat Han Sen. You were setting up deliberately."
"You are the one who suggested cleaning, not ." Shi Zhikang grinned and spread out his hands to show his innocence.
"Unevolved-10? Sen, let’s have a go." Zhang Yang overheard their conversation and flas were burning in his eyes.
Han Sen went into Zhang’s ga room and beat Zhang easily. Zhang’s level was about the sa as Lu ng, or maybe slightly better. They should both be around unevolved-9.
"Play again." Zhang Yang was not discouraged.
Once again he was defeated.
"Play again." Zhang Yang wanted to play even more.
Defeated again,
"Again." Zhang Yang was almost burning.
"Brother, let’s stop here. You can even consider the loser." Han Sen was really afraid of Zhang, a masochist who took pleasure in losing.
"I finally found my destined opponent. Sen, happy fighting!" Zhang exclaid excitedly and dragged Han Sen into his ga room one more ti.
Lu ng and Shi Zhikang chuckled when seeing this. Such a person as Han Sen could only be contained by soone like Zhang Yang.
Han Sen was scared of Zhang. Ever since they played that ti, he would drag Han Sen to play Hand of God whenever he had ti. He was happy but Han Sen was hysterical.
"This is not the way to go. I must curb his desire to fight ." Han Sen’s eyes were sparkling.
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