PUBG Nightmare Player System

At this moment, Nie Ping's eyes were completely shining.

Wasn't it the same way he found Ke Jie back then? A seven- or eight-year-old boy would fight with an adult on his shore, back and forth, and even had the upper hand. That feeling is very similar to how he learned Go when he was a child.

Facts have proved that there is no problem with his vision. Ke Jie is indeed a genius, and he is also a genius among geniuses in the world. A person like him can succeed even if he does not play Go.

Seeing Ye Lang now, Nie Ping murmured in his heart.

If Ke Jie is a genius, then what is Ye Lang in front of him?

Above genius?

Ke Jie said that he is the ceiling of the Go world. This is not too much. From ancient times to the present, among the great achievements of Go and the tempering of countless experiences and skills, Ke Jie is the best at doing it, which is why he can dominate the world all year round. The reason why the number one name has been so long.

But now, he has met an even more talented person.

This man is not only a genius, but also a beast!

On the chessboard, his natural pressure is like that of a general on the battlefield. Every step he takes is without hesitation. Steps, if Ke Jie, the world's number one, thinks about this step, it may take three minutes.

This is the gap.

Ye Lang's moves are light, and Ke Jie's moves are getting heavier and heavier.

A person who is light-hearted, has a good mind, sees six ways and listens to all directions, and is as stable as Mount Tai.

People who make heavy moves are a little hesitant. It is because of hesitation that he will use all his strength when making moves. Looking at Ke Jie like this, Nie Ping instantly feels that Ke Jie does not have the confidence of Ye Lang's light-heavy lifting.

I'm afraid to compare goods, Ke Jie, senior brother will be sorry for you.

Ke Jie was at a loss now, as if he had been pulled out of the water, sweat dripped from his back.

Before playing against Ye Lang on the computer platform, there was no such sense of oppression at all. Now, when facing each other on the scene, Ke Jie felt that his body was involuntarily impetuous.

He couldn't understand Ye Lang's routine.

Ye Lang played chess too fast, the pressure on him was too strong!

A top chess player, who has experienced all kinds of battles, how could this happen? What's more, Ke Jie, his psychological quality is definitely the top of the top, otherwise he can't be the world's number one for so long.

But facing Ye Lang, he felt for the first time that he was a younger brother.

Ye Lang in front of him was light and breezy, his eyes were squinting from time to time, and he didn't know what he was doing. The more he looked like this, the more uncomfortable Ke Jie was.

How could oneself be defeated?

The heart has changed, and the natural chess has also changed.

The expression on Ye Lang's face now is not because of other things, but because of the side effects after drinking alcohol, fever, sleepiness, hot sweat on his body, but cold on the top of his head.

"You're in the wrong state of mind, forget it,"

Ye Lang said slowly.

He looked at Ke Jie and found that the opponent had lost his talent. Every intersection on the chessboard, that is, the latitude and longitude, was between the square and the inch.

However, Ke Jie's hands began to tremble.

"It's okay, continue..."

Ye Tan'er had no sleep, and Lin Kongtong watched Ye Lang play chess for the first time. The powerful aura and sense of oppression were like a century-old master facing a three-year-old child.

This gap in realm is too deep in chess power.

After fifty-seven hands, Ye Lang yawned.

"you lose."

Ke Jie gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

At this time, Ye Lang felt a dizziness in his head, "Fuck, I can't do it!"

With a bang, Ye Lang fell directly.

Ke Jie was stunned. No, I didn't do this. I can only play chess, but not poison.

After all, the child is young, and seeing this scene, he can't be stunned.

Nie Ping glanced at Ke Jie coldly, his face was full of waves, and his heart was turbulent. Look at you, even a person who is still sick after playing for a day can't get down, really...

"His body is very hot, he should have a fever, he should lie down."

Lin Kongtong touched Ye Lang's neck and frowned. He touched Ye Lang's forehead again, and his face became puzzled.

"No, your body is so hot and your forehead is so cold?"

"Xiaoying, bring the medicine I brought from your house!"

"Okay, Uncle Lin."

Ye Lang said slowly at this time: "Farewell, I know what's going on, it's just that I'm tired, I want to sleep, I'll be fine after a nap."

Ye Tan'er stared at Ke Jie, "Is it you, is it you, is it you."

After speaking, he also posed a classic taekwondo pose.

Ke Jie's face turned green when he saw it. He punched on Weibo every day, but now he was punched by a woman. I'm afraid it's not because of dark circles under his eyes.

From the look of this woman, she has been trained, so fierce!

"It's not his problem, I can't drink, I'm allergic."

After Ye Lang finished speaking, he fell asleep immediately.

He didn't know how long he slept, but Ye Lang felt that his body became light and dazed.

All of this is like a dream. This dream is very strange. Ye Lang opened his eyes and saw a huge mountain range. There are countless ravines in the mountain range. There are wilderness, snow, and lines formed by large areas of black soil. .

The cold wind whistled, and Ye Lang felt a little restless in his body. So he walked forward along the black line.

Not long after, Ye Lang heard a call: "Come in!"

Anyone else here? How could there be someone in this barren mountain?

Ye Lang knew that he was dreaming at this time, but he couldn't remember why he had such a dream, and he didn't know what he was outside of the dream.

In the room, on a small table, there was a small oil lamp. Although the light was only weak, it illuminated the whole room. There was no difference between the inside of the room and the outside of the room.

"Very comfortable, who are you?"

Ye Lang felt the warmth, and then he let out a breath and asked slowly.

The man did not answer, but moved slowly.

Ye Lang suddenly turned his head and saw a place behind him. A huge bed was wrapped by a thick white mosquito net. Inside, a delicate and white hand stretched out and pointed to the chessboard in front of the mosquito net.

"Please!"

"Play chess, yes, yes." Ye Lang, like a fool, set up a stool and did it.

At all times, at home and abroad, Go is the only game in Ye Lang's heart. It is difficult for Ye Lang to meet an opponent. Although Ke Jie is powerful, once Ye Lang is serious, the little guy can't make 70 moves.

"Crack!" Ye Lang held the sunspot and landed in the east.

The white hands are like male and female, can't tell the difference, holding a white child, quietly falling in the middle of the chessboard.

"I'm going, how can it be like this!"