New Century Anime Warrior

After eating a bowl of beef noodles that he couldn't tell if it was breakfast or lunch, Si Hua declined his teacher's invitation to play League of Legends.

I also asked him to help me check whether the professional software I had proposed was on the school's procurement list.

It's not that Si Hua dislikes MOBA games.

In the original timeline, Si Hua was preparing for graduate school entrance exams and helping young ladies take cosplay photos, which meant he missed the period when League of Legends became popular.

In other words, Si Hua, a gamer who was once obsessed with the DOTA map, actually didn't play LOL much.

Later, when I wanted to get into the game again, I saw my undergraduate brothers playing very well, while I was a complete newbie, so bad that I had to be carried, and even then I would lose points.

Getting into this hobby already carries a bit of psychological burden.

Even if it's a rip-off, I can't rip off my sons.

This mentality is perhaps similar to the reverse of "I'm afraid my brother is suffering, but I'm also afraid he's driving a Land Rover."

Since I didn't start playing the game on the same day, month, and year as you, there's no need for me to mess with you guys when we play the game on a certain day.

Daddy loves you all.

Fortunately, he had many female cosplayers by his side at the time, which helped him get through those lonely days when his brothers disliked him, but Si Hua did not resent his brothers.

Ah, life is about gains and losses, that's generally how it is.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing melancholically at the sky.

However, on the other hand, although he doesn't recognize many LOL heroes, the logic of MOBA games is pretty much the same, so every year when the World Championship comes, Si Hua watches it with great interest.

They can still exchange a few words with their friends on social media; LPL is doomed.

Lost in these thoughts, Si Hua strolled through the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar campus of the No. 1 Middle School, his hands behind his back, looking like an old man.

The soul of a 38-year-old man is now easily moved by everything he sees, and he is always filled with many emotions.

"Si Hua!"

A clear, vibrant sound broke the silence of the playground.

hiss.

Why does this sound make my left eyebrow feel a little sore?

Ah, the eight needle marks hidden beneath my brow are actually throbbing with pain!

Si Hua immediately remembered who the voice belonged to...

Lin Lin!

That woman who made him need eight stitches!

Although it was indirect...

"Don't come any closer!"

As if by reflex, Si Hua turned and ran!

"???"

The girl was clearly a little confused. Although she didn't know what had happened, it didn't stop her from immediately taking long strides and chasing after him!

Seven seconds later.

The girl had already grabbed a certain frail-looking male classmate.

What a blunder! We forgot she has a passion for sprinting. What's she doing sprinting at 1.77 meters? Unbelievable!

"Haha, what a coincidence, Lin Lin."

Si Hua is in a rather awkward situation now, because she doesn't know why she reacted so strongly that she even left.

"You're still angry!" the girl said sullenly, her cheeks puffed out.

Whether Si Hua herself was angry or not, she didn't know, but right now she looked like an angry little pufferfish.

"I'm angry?"

"Yes! You must still be complaining about me, and about those guys in our class!"

Oh, those muscular sticks that pierced my brow?

It seems justifiable to be angry.

But so many years have passed, and all those harsh words are like a gentle breeze now. Besides, they were nothing more than pathetic sycophants who couldn't have what they wanted...

No, in this lifetime, it seems that my injury hasn't even lasted more than three months. Oh, no wonder Lin Lin still looks like she owes me so much.

In my memory, after the football match, she would often come to talk to me and offer me water and snacks.

However, back then I was a Sigma man, and my mind was filled with anime, comics, games, and novels.

woman?

Women will only slow down my sword-drawing speed.

This situation continued until two months before the college entrance examination, when Lin Lin suddenly disappeared from the discussions at the No. 1 High School in the city.

I later heard that she passed the interview at the University of Hong Kong and no longer needed to take the college entrance examination.

I never heard from that girl again.

Long-forgotten memories flooded back, and Si Hua subconsciously touched the brow peak that had once been stitched up with eight stitches. For a moment, Si Hua's mind went blank.

This was the wound that caused him the most bleeding since he was a child; half of his face was covered in blood, which was quite frightening.

Lin Lin noticed that he still seemed to care a lot about the wound, and her eyes unconsciously darkened a bit.

After a moment of silence, Si Hua finally had the mind to take a good look at the beautiful girl in the liberal arts class in front of him.

Her long, straight black hair draped naturally over her shoulders, like silk.

A long, black mini dress made her fair skin appear almost glowing...

He only learned about the concept of "cool white skin" later when he started taking photos.

Is Lin Lin really that fair-skinned?

This familiar little black dress reminded Si Hua of why he had developed a leg fetish at such a young age...

I remember it was after a welcome party, and the group was returning to the classroom in an orderly fashion.

Lin Lin, the host, was also wearing this knee-length dress, showing off her flawless white legs, and walking ahead of me in the same style of stiletto heels, gently going upstairs.

Each step was a sway.

Looking at the figure so close to him, Si Hua still remembers the feeling he had at that moment.

So girls' legs can be this beautiful?

Yes, even twenty years later, it will still be very good to watch...

Wait a minute? High heels?

Holy crap.

She was wearing this thing just now, and she caught up with me in a few seconds, crossing half the court.

Si Hua took a deep breath.

I really am a useless piece of trash...

Perhaps it was because Si Hua's gaze at his long legs was too suggestive.

The little girl was a bit embarrassed and angry, and couldn't help but raise her little hand and lash Si Hua's back like a whip.

"Ugh! Ahh!"

"abnormal!"

Lin Lin suddenly lashed out at a spot that Si Hua couldn't reach with his backhand, and could only writhe in pain like a vertical maggot.

That's why you say he's a master.

"No, why did you hit me? How am I a pervert?!"

It took Si Hua a long time to catch his breath. How come he never noticed how violent she was before?

"You deserve a beating!"

"If you say you owe me, then you owe me."

Si Hua didn't want to say anything more. He was already very lucky and content to be able to see the budding and enlightenment he once had on the second day after returning to the age of seventeen.

With that thought in mind, I turned around and prepared to continue strolling around the campus.

He remembers that during his entire second year of high school, due to a policy from the Ministry of Education, there was an extra class in his grade, so there weren't enough dormitories.

In the end, all the boys in their class had to temporarily live in the mud-brick bungalows next to the back gate until the new dormitory building was completed for the senior year, at which point they were able to move out.

Those row of mud-brick bungalows were actually school dormitories, but they were student dormitories after liberation and were closed during a special period. Unexpectedly, decades later, another group of students moved in.

Si Hua wandered alone through the palace of memory and reality, which felt quite romantic.

What brings you to school today?

But the oblivious Lin Banhua followed closely behind like a little tail, her stiletto heels making a crisp, ticking sound on the cement floor.

Si Hua's eyebrows also seemed to twitch.

"Men's business, women shouldn't..."

Sigmund Sigmar is just that manly.

Before he could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of a small hand raised, somewhat resembling the lost Tathagata Palm technique.

"...I can ignore everything else, but I can manage this." Si Hua was always confident that he could draw the Busch-Gorman curve freehand.

Seeing the little hand gently lower, Si Hua dared to raise his voice a few decibels, "I've come to see Ms. Qiu, the multimedia teacher, today."

Let's not say everything.

"And then?" The little hand was about to be raised again.

"And then? Well, of course, it was Teacher Qiu who saw my extraordinary physique and felt that a spiritual energy was rising from my forehead, exclaiming that this child would surely become a great hero!"

As he spoke, Si Hua struck a crooked, one-legged pose, which drew a silvery laugh from Lin Lin.

She knew that Si Hua was beating around the bush, and it seemed that this boy had a little secret he didn't want to tell her.

Hmph, fine, I don't care if you don't want to talk!

Anyway, I'll be at school rehearsing and hosting performances for the next two weeks... I, Holmes Linda, will definitely expose your secret!

Thinking about it, he even made a classic pose from a certain elementary school student who is a death god.

Just then, Si Hua's phone rang. It was a call from Teacher Qiu, whom he had just parted ways with not long ago.

Is there some good news?

Ignoring Lin Lin's subtle actions, Si Hua quickly answered the call and casually turned on speakerphone...

"Si Hua, the professional software you mentioned earlier is called Blender, right? The one you said you were going to use for creating 3D animations. What a coincidence, this software is actually on this year's procurement budget list. You've got some luck..."

I'm used to it; I answer calls on speakerphone through Zhongdeng.

Looking back at Lin Lin, I saw that the girl's eyes were wide open and blinking, and the corners of her mouth were obviously turned up in a smile.

"Making animation? I want to participate too!"

"Go away, you don't get any!"

"I'm very capable!"

What outrageous words! A mere class beauty dares to try and disrupt my Daoist mind?

Even if you use the Buddha's Palm technique, I will not bow down!

"So what can you do?"