Chapter 5: There's Someone Behind the Scenes

Li Mu really didn't expect that just a simple task of staying in the dark and closing his eyes would actually bring him so much panic and doubt.

The feeling of melancholy that has nothing to love, the pain of jumping down from the stairs and falling to death, is absolutely immersive, empathetic, and so real that you can't find a flaw.

A hot milk tea cup in his right hand, and a black computer bag on his left wrist.

Subway, black laptop bag, hot milk tea......

How do I feel like I've become that bald man?

"Calm down! You must be calm! The reason why the darkness is terrifying is because you can't see it with your eyes, you can't touch it with your hands, and then there are more and more cranky thoughts that you can scare yourself, the time should be almost up, I must persevere!" Li Mu clenched his fists, his palms sweated involuntarily, and he stood motionless, trying his best to cheer himself up, not to think wildly.

Shake it!

Shake it!

Suddenly, an iron chain dragged on the ground, and the sharp sound of rubbing against the ground sounded, and it was so piercing that it made people's heads crack.

Li Mu didn't know why, hearing such a voice, his eyes were about to bulge out in horror, the milk tea cup in his right hand almost fell to the ground, and his body involuntarily fled from the milk tea shop and ran towards the endless darkness.

In a trance, he turned his back.

saw that inside the bubble tea shop, another "he" continued to bury his head in his mobile phone and swipe the WeChat circle of friends, and a cold subway chain appeared next to the store.

Bite!

The mobile phone rang, and in an instant, Li Mu found that everything in front of him had returned to darkness again, and he seemed to have returned to the dark small storage room from another world.

Boom!

Kicked the door of the small storage room open, and breathed in a big gulp of air, the immersive sense of death just now almost didn't make Li Mu's heart beat so wildly that it exploded, as if he was really dead.

"The beginner quests are so real that they're scary, and I really don't know what will happen to the selected and advanced quests later...... By the way, didn't you say that there would be a reward for completing the mission?"

Li Mu took a deep breath, took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, and saw that the "SS" icon had automatically popped up, and the blood-red font appeared: Your good luck allowed you to complete the first primary task, and the reward you got was - sell 50 cups of milk tea.

Sell 50 cups of milk tea?

How to sell?

It's been a long time since I've been able to sell 50 cups of milk tea in a day.

"Boss, bring me 50 cups of milk tea, 25 cups of pearls, 25 cups of pudding. A young girl about twenty years old, wearing a ponytail that is rarely seen now, hurriedly walked up to Li Mu and said.

"Huh, is this the way to reward?" asked Li Mu subconsciously staring at the SS icon.

"What did you say?" the young girl asked with a frown.

"Oh, it's nothing, start doing it right away, you wait!" Li Mu thought in shock as he made milk tea.

It seems that the software of this SS icon has really been bound to his life, and he can get the corresponding rewards in reality by completing the tasks assigned by the software every day, which is equivalent to saying that this software can affect the real world.

Of course, if you don't complete the task, you should also be punished.

It's just that a simple task brought such a big shock and heartbeat, which Li Mu didn't expect, and it also made him know that he couldn't underestimate the released task in the future.

The 50 cups of milk tea were quickly prepared, and after the young girl paid, she left with 50 cups of milk tea in a large plastic bag.

Later, until eleven o'clock in the evening, Li Mu did not sell another cup of milk tea, this business is really fucked up.

However, the 50 cups of milk tea with task rewards, plus the 10 cups sold by Zhang Xiaojuan during the day, a total turnover of more than 900 yuan, breaking the daily sales record for more than three months.

The rent of the milk tea shop is 4,000 yuan a month, the water and electricity are at least 700 yuan, Zhang Xiaojuan's salary is 3,000 yuan a month, and some raw materials for making milk tea are about 2,000 yuan, which is equivalent to the fixed cost of the milk tea shop is 9,700 yuan per month, plus Li Mu's own living expenses and tuition fees of 2,000 yuan.

Today's turnover of more than 900 yuan is the best in half a year.

If it weren't for the old book of 10,000 yuan left by his parents before he disappeared, the bubble tea shop would have been forced to close long ago.

When Li Mu packed up the countertop for making milk tea and was about to close the milk tea shop and go back to school, he received a call from Pan Yang.

"Hey Brother Mu, it's almost time to get off work?" Pan Yang's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Well, you're closing the door of the shop, do you want me to bring back the skewers to eat?" asked Li Mu.

"No, you can go directly to the KTV next to the school, we're still singing." Pan Yang said.

"Singing, haven't you returned to the dormitory?" Li Mu was a little surprised, it was so late, none of these four guys were in the dormitory.

"What dormitory are you going back to, we're singing with three freshman girls, come on. Pan Yang's cheap and small voice came, as if he had walked into the bathroom.

"You kid Niu Break! The girl I just met can pull the song and not go back to school, it's quite a means, but I'm still not coming, I'm too sleepy, and I want to go back to the dormitory to sleep. Li Mu was tossed around by all kinds of strange events for a day, and his body and mind were indeed a little tired.

"Brother Mu, I know you've been worried about the operation of the bubble tea shop recently, but life is like this, when everything goes well, relax occasionally, don't put too much pressure on yourself, but it will make your mentality better. Pan Yang persuaded.

“…… Okay, I'll come over and play for a while, and you send me the private room number on WeChat. Li Mu hung up the phone, cleaned up the things on the bar, pulled down the roller shutter door of the bubble tea shop and locked it, and walked quickly to the subway entrance not far away.

As soon as he took a few steps forward, Li Mu heard clear footsteps behind him.

It's close, as if it's within half a meter of him.