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Volume 5 Chapter 241 The Great Emperor of the Undead

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    There are no coincidences in the book. Life is like the drama in the storyteller's mouth. It is a series of accidents. Many coincidences are pushed together and become fate. However, many people tend to forget fate when they are surprised.  It is also divided into good karma and bad karma.

    It turns out that Liu Hua is a student of Wang Huafo. Before Wang Huafo entered Pearl Academy, he was the dean of the Department of Opera Literature of the China Academy of Drama. He is still a visiting professor of the Academy of Drama. Liu Hua is his proud disciple and is proficient in Peking Opera.  Hua once had the reputation of being a beautiful girl, but now as an international movie star, she is also proud of the China Academy of Drama, and is regarded as an idol and target for countless students and juniors.

    Although Liu Hua, who can now be regarded as Ye Wudao's employee, was the fuse of the Diaoyutai turmoil, even though he was grateful for Ye Wudao's thunderous methods, he still had lingering fears. Now seeing Ye Wudao on this occasion, he was not enthusiastic.  Her face was still cold and aloof, but her sister Liu Daoming was as excited as a little girl when she saw Murong Xuehen when she saw her idol. The embarrassment she felt towards Ye Wudao was also swept away. After all, she is not a mediocre person.  Earth girl.

    "I told you that Liu Hua is my disciple. You used to think that I was the one who boasted about Dharma conch. Are you stupid now?" Wang Huafo said proudly, drinking the Longjing tea that Murong Xuehen brought to the ground intoxicatedly, and drank the tea.  Wang Huafo, who had been drinking for a lifetime, was able to drink the cup of tea in his hand. This tea could not be bought. He knew that the tea leaves from several old tea trees in West Lake Longjing must be hyped by experienced tea farmers and then given to Beijing.  Some elders who love tea. It is not easy to drink this tea. Wang Huafo looked at Murong Xuehen, who was as elegant as a fairy, and then looked at Liu Hua, who was graceful and cold. His heart was filled with satisfaction. With two students like this, he would never be able to do anything in his life.  There will be no regrets.

    "I have watched all of Miss Liu's films. I believe that as long as we continue to cooperate with Director Fang Tianyi, it will only be a matter of time before we win the Academy Award." Murong Xuehen said softly. There has never been such hypocrisy or cunning in her eyes.  Despite all the negative emotions, she seems to be perfect, so perfect that it makes people feel like she is an ethereal myth, lacking a sense of reality.

    "Thank you." Although Liu Hua's face didn't change much, her heart was indeed moved. Being recognized by Murong Xuehen is undoubtedly the highest honor for any artist. It is almost as good as winning an Oscar. If someone is unknown,  A third-tier actor who dares to pat his chest and say that all of his movies, Murong Xuehen, have been seen. Even if Murong Xuehen's reviews are extremely bad, I'm afraid this little actor will become famous. He becomes famous all over the country overnight. This is Murong Xuehen.  local influence.

    Wang Huafo, who was drunkenly drinking tea, heard the smell and thought to himself, Liu Hua, Liu Hua, this girl Xue Hen is reminding you, if you want to win an Oscar, you have to cooperate with Fang Tianyi. Who is Fang Tianyi?  It is said that the only person this arrogant and domineering bastard likes is the president of Shinhwa Group, so the meaning of these words is actually very clear.

    Next, Wang Huafo's little granddaughter shouted to hear Murong Xuehen play the piano, looking at the longing expressions of everyone around her. Murong Xuehen finally stopped her questioning gaze on Ye Wudao's face, and saw him nodding lightly. Murong Xue  I walked to the piano, thought for a while, and chose to play the "Piano Concerto No. 3". This piece was once jokingly called "The Elephant's Work" by the author Rachmaninov himself, metaphorically speaking, it is huge and heavy, and the piece is extremely difficult.  Gao, there was a pianist in an Australian music film who suffered a mental breakdown because of playing this piece of music.

    Murong Xuechen has never played "L3" in public, otherwise Rachmaninoff would have said that only Horowitz could perform this piano concerto well. It would be a big joke. Play it once.  Although the comment that the physical effort of "La San" is equivalent to "shoveling ten tons of coal" is exaggerated, it proves from the side that the performance of "La San" has always been famous for its powerful performance. Murong Xuehen was a thin woman, but  It can be played smoothly and smoothly.

    Wang Huafo and Liu Hua were immediately attracted by Murong Xuehen's superb piano skills. On the TV screen, Murong Xuehen looked like the goddess Tianlai, and there was a certain sense of distance. The most charming moment is when you are immersed in the scene. And Wang Huafo's little granddaughter  She had long since forgotten to observe Murong Xuehen's majestic and skillful fingering skills, but was intoxicated by her classical temperament, dreaming of becoming a woman like Murong Xuehen when she grew up.

    Ye Wudao took this opportunity to come to the balcony and smoked a cigarette.

    Wang Huafu also has a grandson who is in high school. Unlike most of his family members who are music enthusiasts, he hates music the most. If Murong Xuehen hadn't been playing the piano, he would have sneaked out of the house and just found an Internet cafe to surf the Internet. Now he has come to  On the balcony, seeing that grandpa didn't pay attention to him, he secretly asked Ye Wudao for a cigarette and squatted on the balcony to puff away the smoke.

    "Murong Xuehen is your woman?" Wang Huafo's grandson is called Wang Xianshi. He is an e-sports enthusiast. He is a sophomore in Beijing No. 4 Middle School and is also the captain of his school's e-team team. He saw that Ye Wudao seemed to be very easy to talk to, and he was really impressed.  He smoked, so he became bolder. My grandfather was too stingy and only gave me one hundred New Year's money, which was not enough to buy cigarettes.

    Ye Wudao smiled and nodded, as if he had guessed Wang Xianshi's thoughts, and threw the pack of cigarettes to him.

    Wang Xianshi chuckled, thinking that this guy is really honest and loyal, and thought about itMy sister is just my sister, otherwise I might as well give it to this guy to be his wife.

    He couldn't bear to play those miserable bullshit songs in front of him every day to destroy his life, but when he thought that Murong Xuehen was his woman, he guessed that even if his sister turned into a slutty girl in a few years, this would  Men don't like it either.

    "Do you know how to play World of Warcraft and StarCraft?" Wang Xianshi asked casually. He saw that Ye Wudao was not that big, so he thought there might not be any generation gap.

    "Know a little bit." Ye Wudao chuckled. His so-called knowing a little bit will probably scare everyone. Starcraft focuses more on strategy, while World of Warcraft focuses on tactics. He is pure and innocent in both, and his talent is gradually no longer the same as Go.  He stands out from the crowd and is gradually being surpassed by younger generation geniuses like Lee Sedol. His peak level in the field of e-sports is still unmatched. In fact, in addition to secretly establishing one of China's top football schools in the past three years, he has also recently begun preparations.  His own e-sports team hopes to achieve the strength of the SK team in the next five to ten years with a large investment of funds. He hopes to achieve dominance in CS, StarCraft and Warcraft.

    "Then I will teach you when I have time. With my level, whether it is World of Warcraft or StarCraft, I can be among the top three in the Beijing youth group." Wang Xianshi patted Ye Wudao on the shoulder very proudly, as if he was an e-sports player in Beijing.  the top leader.

    "become."

    Ye Wudao also smiled, narrowed his eyes and smoked a cigarette, "Playing at QO?"

    "QO

    Wang Xianshi looked stunned and extremely contemptuous. In his heart, he believed that Ye Wudao was a novice. He said seriously: "Oh, I haven't played QQ battles for hundreds of years. The level there is scum, and the quality of many players is also poor. In seconds  If you quit early, most novices play in that kind of place, or rookies who have been abused on Haofang go there to become masters to find some comfort. In fact, the real masters are all in VS, and my master is a 12-land strongman in VS.  "

    "So that's it." Ye Wudao suddenly realized, and his smile became even more charming. Little did he know that he had no longer used the shocking ID on Haofang, and used the account to play CS and new Dota on QQ battle. Of course, there was no time when he was not scolded for cheating.  , scolding him from beginning to end, because he always kills people from beginning to end.

    "What's your APM?" Wang Xianshi asked professionally, asking how Ye Wudao's micro-management was. APM refers to the number of keyboard and mouse operations per minute. Although this hand speed cannot represent all micro-management, it is an indicator of how micro-manipulation is.  The most intuitive expression is that APM is like money. Money is not everything, but nothing can be done without money.

    "I haven't played StarCraft for a long time. The average World of Warcraft is probably around 180 StarCraft, or a little faster at most." Ye Wudao ran out of cigarettes. Wang Xianshi generously took out a cigarette from the pack and handed it to Ye Wudao.  , Ye Wudao smiled and lit up. He remembered that when he first played StarCraft, he was obsessed with the abnormal APM, but after playing for a long time, it didn't matter anymore.

    "It's only 160, but the highest one doesn't break 280?" Wang Xianshi said in surprise. He was so good at it. He took a breath and said, "My APM is 200 and my attitude is 260. I conduct systematic team training. I'm really envious.  "

    Ye Wudao was noncommittal and just smoked. Yueya's online games and animations had successfully attracted a large number of teenagers. He knew that as long as he captured this group of people, all the profits in the next ten to twenty years would be his.  Therefore, he wants to create a team, and profit from competition is secondary. The most important thing is to win the trust and loyalty of the youth echelon. In this way, any product he launches in the future will receive astonishing returns. This is like the United States.  Ground apple.

    What he didn¡¯t tell Wang Xianshi was that unlike Haofang or Gengcai¡¯s QQ battle platform, VS masters often don¡¯t show off their AMP. Many AMP180 players can easily beat 300 masters. This is the so-called effective operation. Europe  Beastmaster grubbyAMP, however, 220, 300Sky and 320/Moon are both victorious in their battles. After a master reaches a certain level, he must eventually return to his original sense of competition. Of course, micromanagement is always the basis.

    "I heard from the master that there used to be a level 19 Chinese undead emperor in VS. His peak micro management level reached 600. He must be bluffing people. It's not like World of Warcraft just slams it on the computer keyboard. I don't believe anyone.  AMP can reach 440." Wang Xianshi was both fascinated and disbelieving. He gasped and said, for the younger generation of Warcraft players like them, the undead emperor who is more powerful than SKY and the King of Warcraft is just a myth.

    "Your ID is Satan, right?"

    "How do you know about it?" Wang Xianshi asked puzzledly. He originally thought that it would be impossible for Ye Wudao's level of knowledge to come into contact with this level of earth.

    Ye Wudao didn't say anything, of course he knew, because this ID was his.

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