Chen Xingguo stopped behind a little blue-haired boy and watched for a long time. On the computer screen, he saw a cartoon character dancing to the faint music in the headphones. Was he dancing?
Is this the Jingwu Troupe that Xiao Wang was talking about? He thought it was a fighting group, but it turned out to be a dancing group.
Bang, another explosion.
Chen Xingguo's attention was diverted from the screen to the keyboard, and he discovered the source of the sound.
I saw the little blue-haired boy holding the keyboard at an angle, his eyes fixed on the screen, his right hand tapping quickly and rhythmically on the direction keys of the keyboard like a butterfly, just like a cheetah hunting, waiting for the right opportunity to strike from the side.
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