I just want to stay at home in peace

Chapter 17
"Ding, your martial arts realm has improved, and your free time has been increased by 1 hour."

Hearing the sound, Mo Yun was stunned for a while.

"It turns out that one hour of free activity time can be increased by raising a small realm. I always thought that a big realm would be enough."

"In this way, it's not too far to save time to go home."

There are a total of nine ranks in martial arts.

Each grade is divided into four small realms: the initial stage, the middle stage, the high stage and the peak stage.

After such a calculation, Mo Yun suddenly laughed.

"It seems that we have to redouble our efforts to stay at home."

"Well, I have to stay up late."

"No, it's not worthwhile to stay up late, you have to stay up all night."

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wang Qi really called Mo Yun.

"Mo Yun, don't forget about tomorrow's final, you promised."

"Sister, I've already said I'm not going, so don't bother me."

"No, you have to come, I will tie you up tomorrow!"

"Hehe." Mo Yun hung up the phone as expected, ignoring her.

By the afternoon, this chick will probably know the truth.

Turning on the computer, Mo Yun thought about it and decided to play chicken.

PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, commonly known as eating chicken, has hundreds of players participating in each game. At the beginning, each player does not have any equipment. Everyone sets off on the same flight route at the same time, and they can parachute away at any time according to their desired location.

Guns, bullets, armor, medicines, etc. are randomly refreshed everywhere on the map, and can be picked up after landing.

Mo Yun entered the game, put on his earphones, and clicked on the four-row mode.

In the four-row mode, there are a total of [-] teams scattered throughout the map, and each group fights with each other.

Don't worry that the map is too big and you can't meet each other.

The safe area will be randomly refreshed in the Jedi Continent, and the poison will be released in the non-safe area, and the player character will continue to lose blood. As time goes by, the safe area will continue to shrink.

Players continue to shift positions according to the poison circle, and then exchange fire, constantly reducing staff.

The game ends when there are only players of the same team left on the map.

The last surviving team is the winner of the game.

Then the screen popped up "Good luck, eat chicken tonight".

"A total of 87 people."

When the game started, Mo Yun took a look at the number of people in the game.

He seldom played this game, because when he was first forced to become a squat at home, he played it a few times, but he simply gave up without getting any substantial rewards.

Today is also a whim, thinking of playing a game casually.

……

Following his teammates, Mo Yun landed at the airport.

The airport is rich in supplies, but the terrain is complicated, and there are many people jumping off, so you have to start shooting when you land. Unless it is a fish pond bureau, a team of four people can rarely walk out of the airport with full staff, so the more cautious team basically Will not jump to the airport.

Mo Yun frowned, but didn't think much about it.

Although he doesn't play much, his skills are definitely not bad. For him, it doesn't matter where he dances.

Controlling the character, Mo Yun seemed to be on the hook, seeing gods and killing gods, meeting ghosts and ghosts, leading his teammates to destroy one team after another, making everyone's scalps go numb.

"Hold the day, this kid is going to hang up!"

"Fuck, it's too fierce!"

"Your uncle, this is a god-man, chasing and killing a group of people by himself!"

"If this is not open, I will eat the keyboard!"

Amidst everyone's doubts and amazement, Mo Yun silently exited the game.

It's not entirely a matter of rewards. He is not very interested in eating chicken itself. After experiencing it, he doesn't plan to open it again.

However, at this moment, the system prompt sounded.

"Ding, you stayed at home and played the game for 10 minutes, and gained the skill gun proficiency."

"Ding, you stayed at home and played the game for 20 minutes, and gained skill driving proficiency."

Hearing the notification tone, Mo Yun was stunned.

"That's okay too?"

"The skill is released again, the system is really broken!"

Mo Yun then shook his head.

Whether it is driving proficiency or firearms proficiency, it is of little use to him.

As a warrior, with his current strength, do he need these things?

Obviously not needed.

"Forget it, don't play, let's read comics."

After thinking about it, Mo Yun opened the manga "Reaper" and read it.

"Continue to brush the god of death. With my current cultivation level, I should be able to get good things in the god of death."

While reading the manga, the phone suddenly vibrated.

There is a new WeChat message.

Chen Sirou: "Senior Mo Yun, are you there?"

Mo Yun: "Not here."

Chen Sirou: "Okay."

Mo Yun: "..."

……

Jiangnan Wuhan University Gymnasium, the venue for exchange games.

Wang Qi stared at the president, He Wuwu, with wide eyes. She wondered if she had hallucinated just now.

"President, what did you just say, Nangong Li and his disciples were injured?"

He Wuwu focused his attention and said: "Just received the news that they were indeed injured. I heard that they were seriously injured. They are now lying unconscious in the hospital."

"Ah?" Wang Qian was startled at first, and then she became delighted.

"That's great. The disciple of Director Nangong is the seed contestant of Nangong Martial Arts Hall, a peak fighter of the third rank. Without him, no one in Nangong Martial Arts Hall can be the opponent of the president. We will definitely win this exchange match!"

He Wuwu looked a little more relaxed, with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect such a result. It seems that we have been favored by the god of luck. If we really lose this exchange match, the principal will have to take my skin off."

"Without Song Yu participating, and without Nangongli to reassure them, if we still can't win this exchange match, then we can find a tree and hang ourselves."

Hearing this, Wang Qi's expression was first joyful, then puzzled, and finally a little confused.

"President, what did you just say?"

"What what?" He Wuwu was puzzled.

"You just said Song, Song Yu?" Wang Qian asked.

"That's right, Song Yu, the chief disciple of the Nangong Martial Arts Academy, a peak martial artist of the third rank, did you not read the information seriously?" He Wuwu was displeased.

Wang Qian's almond-shaped eyes widened, surprise was written all over her face, and she muttered in her heart: When did my cousin go to Nangong Martial Arts Hall?
"What did you ask him for? Do you know him?" He Wuwu was a little puzzled.

"Forget it, let's get to know each other." Wang Qi smiled awkwardly, thought for a while, and quickly said: "By the way, President, Mo Yun said that he will not participate in the final."

"Okay, got it." He Wuwu nodded.

"Aren't you surprised?" Wang Qian was taken aback.

"I guessed it a long time ago." He Wuwu said.

"I already guessed it? What do you mean?" Wang Qian was puzzled.

"It's okay, let's continue to watch the battle." He Wuwu shook his head.

Wang Qi nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Right now, she didn't care about it either, her mind was full of Song Yu's affairs.

She hasn't seen this cousin for a long time.

These years Song Yu was away from home and rarely contacted his family, not to mention Wang Qian, even his parents didn't know what he was doing.

To Wang Qian's surprise, Song Yu actually joined Nangong Martial Arts Hall.

In Wang Qian's memory, Song Yu's talent in martial arts was average. He failed the college entrance examination in the year of the college entrance examination.

What Wang Qian didn't expect was that Song Yu was actually in the south of the Yangtze River, and his martial arts cultivation was already at the peak of the third rank.

"In these years, what exactly did my cousin go through to improve his cultivation so quickly?"

"No, after the exchange match is over, I will ask him if there is any trick."

"I'll tell Mo Yun at that time, and let him know that my cousin with such a poor talent can become a great master through hard work, so that he can feel ashamed and work hard from now on."

Thinking of this, Wang Qi took out her mobile phone and prepared to call Mo Yun.

What Wang Qian didn't know was that Song Yu's cultivation had already returned to zero, and he was lying on the hospital bed not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

And all of this was done by Mo Yun.

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