I have a GBA

After the game, Yan Chong found a female reporter from Tennis Monthly.

"Is this okay now?" Yan Chong asked.

"Yes, you succeeded." The female reporter said, "The copy is about to end, and you can leave."

"Is this the end? I'm still a little reluctant to let go." Yan Chong said without any sincerity.

It's certainly not fun to play tennis with a bunch of strangers every day.

Especially since the so-called peers here are all mature-looking junior high school students.

"Oh, by the way, this is your father's relic, and it has finally been unlocked." The female reporter took out a tennis racket and handed it to Yan Chong.

A relic?

Yan Chong picked it up and looked at it. This racket was indeed different from ordinary tennis rackets.

This is an orange one-handed weapon.

The entire racket frame is made of pure iron, so it feels several times heavier than an ordinary tennis racket, but with Yan Chong's strength, he can't swing it.

On the surface of the racket, there are no lines that penetrate the entity, but some lines constructed by psychic energy.

Yan Chong touched the thread with his hand, and his hand could pass through without any hindrance. However, when he put a tennis ball on it, it was blocked.

It's amazing, but that's all.

As an orange one-handed weapon, its damage is very low.

Not to mention compared with sharp weapons such as swords, as a "hammer" made of black iron, with a basic damage of 4 points, who can you deserve?

Its special effect is also very simple. It only has one, and it can hit all objects no larger than the surface of the racket as tennis balls without breaking.

What the hell is this?

Are you kidding me?

Is this your orange weapon?

Why can’t it even compare to Mad Max’s tactical dagger?

"Now I kind of understand why he kept this thing." Yan Chong showed a rare sense of humor, "I almost want to give it back to you now."

"You really don't want it?" the female reporter asked.

"Forget it, I'd better take it away." Yan Chong said, "It's my father's relic after all..."

In fact, it is also because it is an orange weapon.

The female reporter nodded silently.

In Yan Chong's view, the value of this thing seems to be more to express his longing for his father, just like that GBA.

As for its real function, that needs to be developed.

"I remember, you said he seems to have some secrets?" Yan Chong asked again.

"Uh... no more." the female reporter replied.

Obviously, she was lying.

But Yan Chong didn't know why she said that. She clearly had a strong desire to talk before.

Could it be because I look down on this orange weapon?

Not so!

"You really have nothing to say?" Yan Chong asked again.

"The secret is in this racket. I thought you would have a different experience after getting it," the female reporter said.

Yan Chong shook his head.

Apart from Shen, he had no experience.

"What will you do after I leave?" Yan Chong changed the subject.

"I don't know either," the female reporter said.

"But I remember that you said that you seemed to have been a reincarnation before." Yan Chong said, "You just said that the copy is about to end. Will you leave with me?"

Yan Chong entered the whole world at home. It would always feel weird if he suddenly brought an adult beauty back with him when he came back.

Especially since he has been delayed for such a long time, what should he say if he happens to meet his mother when she comes back from a business trip?

Let me introduce, this is one of my father’s lovers back then?

"I really don't know," the female reporter said, "I thought I would be relieved after I handed the racket to you."

"Do you need me to leave first?" Yan Chong continued, "Maybe I have to wait until the dungeon is restarted? Yes! Wasn't the dungeon restarted before?"

"I don't know!" The female reporter lost control of her emotions. "I'm different from you. I'm no longer a human being. I'm a ghost! It's a memory! When I restart, I'll be wiped out! Zuo Junchu, you bastard! You're a heartless man!

big liar!"

The female reporter suddenly started to curse, which caught Yan Chong off guard.

But...wait?

"What did you say my father's name was?" Yan Chong asked.

"Zuo Junchu?" the female reporter said, "Don't think that just because you are here under the pseudonym Yanye No. 2 Middle School, you can forget your roots. Don't you kid even forget your father's name?"

Yan Chong blinked: "Then have you ever heard of a person named Yan Ranyuan?"

"Never heard of it," the female reporter replied.

"Uh, do you have a photo of Zuo Junchu?" Yan Chong asked.

"I really have one." The female reporter said and opened her wallet, which contained a somewhat faded photo.

In the photo, there is a photo of a female reporter and a young man. The young man smiled brightly.

But the problem is that Yan Chong doesn't know him.

"This is not my father!" Yan Chong said.

Female reporter: "???"

"Don't make such rebellious jokes!" The female reporter's body trembled a little.

"Why am I joking with you?" Yan Chong asked, "How can anyone casually recognize his father outside? Take a closer look, do we look a little similar? Although we are both quite handsome, he has a square face.

I have an oval face; he has small eyes and single eyelids, and I have big eyes and double eyelids; he has broom eyebrows, and I have sword eyebrows; he has a garlic nose, and I have a gallbladder nose..."

When Yan Chong described him like this, he felt that Zuo Junchu wasn't that handsome either.

"Then how did you get into this world? Why do you have such a good tennis talent? Why can you hit a ball that is almost burning?" the female reporter asked one after another.

Although she still couldn't accept the fact that Yan Chong was not the person she was waiting for, she had already accepted the fact that Yan Chong and Zuo Junchu looked nothing alike.

"Don't be anxious," Yan Chong could only explain slowly, "I bought a GBA cassette in the second-hand market..."

"What is GBA?" the female reporter asked.

"A game console..." Yan Chong said, "It's no longer important."

He keenly discovered that the female reporter did not know about GBA, which meant that she and Zuo Junchu most likely did not enter this instance through GBA.

"Then how did you get in?" Yan Chong asked.

"Dungeon portal!" the female reporter replied, "But when the dungeon was restarted last time, the coordinates of this dungeon were destroyed. Only the gene search of Zuo Junchu's descendants can be connected here again."

Although Yan Chong didn't quite understand what the female reporter said, there was no doubt that it was completely different from his safe house in the Qingbei Center and the GBA self-service coin-op.

So which world do they come from?

Yan Chong didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only say: "Did you just ask me why I play so well? Maybe it's because I'm handsome!"

Female reporter: "!!!"

Can you please have a face?