After days of heavy rain, the weather in Manchester City has gradually turned cool.
On such an autumn day, the British people on the street put an extra windbreaker on top of their thin and cool summer shirt, just like the man who pushed the door into the coffee shop.
Men wear ordinary, black windbreaker with a pair of jeans trousers, about 30 years old, the appearance is ordinary, on the street should be quickly submerged and can not attract more attention.
However, if someone has a mind to pay attention to or approach, they will directly and immediately feel different things.
Maybe it is a kind of aura.
A kind of cold atmosphere that no one can enter.
Just like the indifferent facial expression on the man''s face, people can''t help shivering even if they just look at it. Subconsciously, they leave far away unconsciously, and fear and fear of scalp numbness arise unconsciously from the bottom of my heart, just as if there is some extremely dangerous and terrible cold breath in this man''s body.
So even if it''s just a simple act of pushing the door in, it seems that after a man enters the coffee shop, it seems that the temperature of the whole shop has been reduced by several degrees.
Even some guests sitting by the door suddenly have a cold war, subconsciously pull up their collar --
this weather
It''s really getting cold.
The man who walked into the store looked around coldly for a week, and soon fell on the direction of the card seat not far away from the window. The light in his eyes flashed slightly, and then he stepped forward to the seat again.
At the same time, the fifth saw the figure of his old friend who had not been seen for many years under the reminder of No. 1:
"it''s really unchanged..."
The fifth sighed softly.
No. 1 shrugged: "it''s the same face of a dead man that never changes. It''s just like the second guy."
However, this can''t be easily heard. When the man came to the seat, No. 1 stood up naturally and calmly and was ready to greet him with a warm smile on his face:
"Hi, my old friend, for a long time no --"
originally, he intended to have a warm embrace, but before he finished speaking, he saw that the man had passed by No. 1 Ignoring the former''s warm welcome action, let No. 1 just outstretched hands a little awkwardly in mid air.
"Cough Don''t be so cold when you meet old friends
No. 1 can''t help but withdraw his hand and look at the man who has gone to the seat opposite the card seat to sit down.
Bullet gave No. 1 a cold look:
"I''m not your friend."
The tone was blunt and direct, without any sense of face.
But then his eyes fell on number five, and his expression softened slightly. He nodded to No. 5:
"long time no see."
"Well, it''s been a few years. It''s been a pleasure to see you again in Manchester City."
Bullet''s eyes swept over the left hand of No. 5 on the table, as if he noticed something, and his eyes narrowed suddenly:
"engaged?"
No. 5 was stunned, and then he raised his left hand with a smile and shook it gently, showing a diamond ring on his middle finger: "yes, it''s been a long time ~"
bullet''s eyes swept to No. 1 beside No. 5:
"with him?"
Number five nodded with a smile.
"Congratulations." Bullet nodded, then shook his head again: "what a pity."
Obviously, the tone is still cold, but actually in the last three words, people can clearly distinguish the sincere regret.
No. 1 nearby could not help but tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Hello, OK, my fiance is right next to me. Give me some face."
However, there is no doubt that such protests are still ignored by bullet again.
When all three are seated again.
The topic finally turned back.
Finally, for the first time, bullet looked up at No. 1:
"where''s the thing?"
There is no more polite, straight to the point.
Although the face and tone of the legendary North American legend are still indifferent, as if there are no emotional changes, it can still make people feel the urgency of being controlled and suppressed.
No. 1 laughed:
"don''t worry, it''s here."
Then his eyes turned to his fiancee: "little dance?"
No. 5, with a smile of "um", took out a mini notebook computer from his small bag, then took out a small mobile hard disk, connected it with a data cable, and handed it to his fiance.
No.1 takes over the computer and hard disk, moves its fingers on the touch screen quickly and flexibly, and then opens a video file to enter the playback interface. Then, the laptop screen turns to the opposite bullet"Come on."
"The first video, you see it first?"
In fact, there is no need to wait until No.1 has finished speaking. The bullet has already pulled the laptop screen to the closer to him, and his eyes are firmly on the screen for the first time.
No. 1 and No. 5 looked at each other in tacit agreement, did not speak, and began to wait patiently.
The video starts in about 20 minutes.
What is shown on the screen is a passer-by''s qualifying match. The recorder deliberately locks 90% of the time of the camera''s viewing angle on the first view interface of the blue square down road ADC dreven.
Bullet starts watching the video.
A minute goes by.
Three minutes.
In the video picture, the blue ADC dravin takes the lead in a wave and directly completes a blood kill with the help of his teammate''s hammer stone.
It''s crisp and clean, and it''s not sloppy at all.
But the bullet in front of the computer screen looks indifferent and unchanged, and even his eyes do not flicker.
Five minutes.
Next Luther Levin doubles again.
The bullet still didn''t respond.
Seven minutes.
In the picture, a wave of Zhongye and Zhongye of the purple square army swim down the road, and form a wave of five people encircling and killing the down road in an instant with the help of Shangshan transmission.
The blue ADC dravin suddenly broke out in a desperate situation.
Two key and deadly control skills are evaded in succession.
Backhand throw e interrupts the opponent''s field advance.
Cooperate with hammerstone to kill ADC explorers with purple crispy crust for the first time.
And we''ll take the auxiliary Nami.
Kill the single again.
Flash strong chase four kill to take the field.
Finally, when his teammate''s auxiliary hammer stone was killed, a cold revolving flying axe threw his hand and killed the opposite Zhongdan.
The system female voice "penta kill" prompt rings, and the computer screen in front of the bullet finally issued a "um" sound.
The sitting posture in front of the seat is still straight without any change.
But the eyes became slightly sharper.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
More than 20 minutes passed by quietly. When a video was played, the blue team''s victory and dreven''s sixteen killing of supernatural gods ended. The video player window popped up and returned to the desktop.
No. 1, sitting opposite, raised his eyebrows and looked at the bullet with a consulting look.
The expression on bullet''s face remained indifferent:
"what about the others?"
No. 1 laughs:
"it''s so much."
"If you''re not tired, take your time."
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