China is a part of the world.

The sun rises as usual, alternating between day and night.

Shuchuan, the land of abundance.

An unknown small shop in the same urban area as [Ju Xialou], Chen Zhiyuan has not logged out offline for more than a day, and the accurate timing is 30 hours, 30 minutes and 56 seconds, of course, the online time is still counted on his personal panel every second and second.

"Whew-"

came out of the Provincial Chef Association, dragged his tired body, and returned to the small shop, Chen Zhiyuan went offline first.

In his apartment in Tokyo, Chen Zhiyuan rummaged through the refrigerator, tore open a quick bento and threw it into the microwave, then quickly walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet with a long sigh: "It's comfortable." ”

While washing, looking at himself with blue color and pale lips on the makeup mirror, Chen Zhiyuan made a fist, and his heart was full of a sense of achievement.

"After passing the two-star assessment, I can really be considered to be at the forefront."

While eating a quick bento, Ji Dudu received several new text messages.

It's a few iron fans who know each other.

[Brother Chen, what about this issue? ] What about video? 】

[You won't grunt again, don't!] 】

[Sad report, it's over, our little prince of Tokyo food has fallen! ] 】

Chen Zhiyuan picked up the meal, looked through these messages with a calm face, and then skillfully cut to Weibo, and the private messages exploded directly, and his name of "pigeon essence" has spread far and wide.

"I found something very interesting, everyone is waiting for me." posted the latest Weibo news, and I didn't clean up the lunch box after eating the lunch, so I just sat down at the computer desk.

Connect.

Landing in the park.

Having said that, even if it is the latter two newcomers, Chen Zhiyuan also inquired clearly, they are the same as Tang Ying and Jerry, and they are completely unfamiliar with the world of China.

And the small shop has almost become a secret base for their group of people during this time.

Chen Zhiyuan had the key, and thought of the general manager Xia who left the key "novice village grandfather", after he went online, while cleaning the store, he muttered in his heart:

"This store manager Xia, when he goes out on a long trip, he shouldn't be on the street in a certain mountain."

As for the concept of "NPC", which was new and confused at the beginning, it has been beaten by society for a while, and after several profound educations, it has long been weakened.

Nima, there have been several times when her IQ has been abused and fed to a dog, and she has been played around, and she recalls it with bitter tears.

If only it were a game!

Just a week ago, he ran a mission outside the city, but he encountered bandits, and was hit by an arrow in the knee.

If an arrow hits the door of the head......

"It's going to be resurrected, but it's going to have a splitting headache, right?"

Chen Zhiyuan was not perfunctory about cleaning, and every corner was covered.

Because.

This small shop has become a place for their group of pioneer testers to communicate and chat on a daily basis, so it is not okay to pay attention to the "stronghold" and "secret base".

As soon as he finished cleaning, a player went online.

"Yo, so early?"

Chen Zhiyuan greeted kindly and recognized that this was the sixth female player who had just joined a few days ago.

The woman with the ID 'I want to raise an otter' is very small, a standard childlike giant, but her personality was complained about by the testers, including Chen Zhiyuan, in private, as having a bad personality, difficult to communicate, and having a rather hardcore poisonous tongue attribute.

"Early."

"I want to raise an otter" said, "Group leader, I see that your eyes are dark, your face is stiff, and your lips are pale, are you poisoned?" ”

What the hell is poisoning? Chen Zhiyuan shrugged: "It's normal to have a liver explosion effect, if you stay up for 30 hours, you can do it." ”

"Come on, stay up for another 30 hours, I wonder if if if the reality itself will also die if I die violently in paradise."

“……”

It's a dead day.

Chen Zhiyuan didn't care, who called him a very standard "group leader" at present, and he was caught by the group members and complained about it, so it was considered an active atmosphere.

He put a copy of the strategy manual he had just sorted out on the bookshelf in the corner of the store.

And the paper and pen of the strategy manual, paper, binding, nothing, the pen is a bit bad, at first Chen Zhiyuan used a brush, found that he was not used to it, and then found charcoal to rub the pen, but it was very time-consuming and energy-consuming, and finally a week ago the forum group chat of the people worked together to make a few public quills.

The corner of the bookshelf is equivalent to a strategy wall and message area.

It can also be called a physical forum or group chat.

There's really no way, the park has zero construction for player interaction, and there is not even a secret chat with friends, let alone an embedded online forum to facilitate communication between their group of pioneer testers.

Chen Zhiyuan glanced at it and found a few new post-it notes on the bookshelf, which were probably left by him during the star assessment mission.

[I've been tracking a certain 'strange person' for the past two days, and you've helped me go smoothly! I want to explore adventures and become the man who dominates the world with the European Emperor soaring into the sky! A male compatriot with the ID 'There is a wicked girl in the family' left a message.

[Strange people? Maybe we're looking for the same person...... Ahhhh ] ID 'Crooked Fruit Chef Jerry' message.

The third post-it note was left by Tang Ying, the ID 'Star Sinking', and the content is very concise:

[I was promoted to a one-star chef two days ago, and the strategy has just been written, so you can find me if you need it, and talk about the honorarium in detail. 】

Suddenly, Chen Zhiyuan heard a disdainful voice beside him.

"It's been more than ten days since I came in first, and until now, there are still fools who think that passers-by who come and go outside the door can make players kill themselves? NPC？ ”

'I want to raise an otter' crossed his arms and looked at the messages with cold eyes.

"Do you think it's a game? Are we gamers again? ”

Chen Zhiyuan shook his head.

In fact, before the 'I want to raise an otter' connection, everyone discussed this issue when the forum and group chat were first established.

At least from each other's experience, at present, they don't feel the existence of shackles or some kind of manipulated traction rope, all in all, they are a group of people with a high degree of freedom, and the natives can't follow their tricks and die, and then resurrect in situ with full blood, even if they endure severe pain for a period of time after resurrection, but at least it is comparable to Xiaoqiang's vitality.

I couldn't remember who it was during the discussion, and I opened my mind to say that it was the gods who were bored and created this paradise game.

They are just ants who keep spinning in circles in the sandbox.

And the gods watched the ants that kept hitting the wall, and took pleasure in it.

'I want to raise an otter' and suddenly said: "Offline last night, I had a tragic dream while I was sleeping, about us players. ”

"I felt like I had become fertilizer, quietly, quietly, lying in the dirt under a tree of the world."

Chen Zhiyuan: "(눈_눈)"

What a terrible brain hole this is!

Player = Fertilizer?!