In the evening, a few young people in a computer technology company were talking.

A short-haired young man in the east said: "The newly developed game has been running for a month and has not collapsed."

A long-haired young woman in the south impatiently took a cup and took a sip of water: "Five thousand years have passed in this game, what the hell is this!"

The short-haired young man in the east asked the young man in the west with an unhappy face: "Five thousand years have passed in the game in a month, and this kind of bug fool will come out, I don't know why the boss wants to adopt his plan."

The young man in the west smiled and played the round: "For five consecutive years, he didn't go back every day until eleven o'clock, this time, it's rare to have such a chance to show his face, let's hurry up and take a look at him, so that we can go home early and play games."

The short-haired young man in the east was even more unhappy when he heard it, and said: "Why do we have to work overtime together to help him solve the bugs in the broken game he designed!"

The three of them complained while looking at the opaque frosted glass door from time to time, while the short-haired young woman in the north stared seriously at the historical record on the screen, with an incredulous expression.

After a while, Yuan Eleven outside the door panted and ran over to stand in front of the frosted glass door, and after resting for a while, he had to use his left shoulder to open the frosted glass door two meters away from the long-haired young woman.

Yuan Shiyi smiled: "Everyone has worked hard, I bought you some supper."

"Give!"

The long-haired young woman glanced at Yuan Eleven, who was the first to give her supper, and laughed: "Thank you, let me tell you, the time in your game is not right, I changed it for you, but it took me a lot of effort."

After hearing this, the short-haired man in the east took the supper, stood up and walked to the side, pointed to the computer screen with his chin and said, "Yuan Eleven, I didn't say you, we have been working together for five or six years, when can you remember the code instructions clearly?" You see, what kind of mess is this? It hurts my eyes. ”

The young man from the west took the supper, looked at the screen without saying a word, ate by himself, and occasionally raised his face to glance at Yuan Eleven.

After dividing the things, Yuan Shiyi laughed awkwardly: "Everyone finish eating, go back early, it's hard work."

The short-haired young man smiled, "Then thank you for the supper."

Yuan Shiyi looked at the short-haired woman in the north who had been staring at the screen, only to see her brows slightly furrowed and a puzzled look.

"Then we'll go first." Several people pulled the door and walked out, and the short-haired young man threw away the drink cup and said with disdain: "An ordinary person still thinks that if he has a little chance, he will not be ordinary?"

Looking at the backs of several people, Yuan Shiyi sighed, this was the first time his plan was adopted, but he was not happy at all.

Only Yuan Eleven and the short-haired woman were left in the office.

The short-haired woman looked up at Yuan Eleven and said, "Eleven, how did you do this?"

Yuan Eleven asked, "What?"

The short-haired woman pointed to the historical record on the screen: "The speed of development here is so strange, and here and here, I have never seen anything like this, it is simply a virtual version of our real world!"

Yuan Eleven swept the screen, these histories are actually 5,000 years old!

The original Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons have become history, and the later development trend of history is not actually towards a world dominated by science, the only Xiuzhen sect set earlier was originally only in the Tianshan Mountains, and now there are many sects on the world map. This means that today's games may not be the so-called technology and magic, but an ancient world that has been cultivated into immortals!

Yuan Eleven was excited and happy in his heart, and the self-developed system was undoubtedly successful, which also implied that the NPCs in the game may have a high degree of freedom of movement, and their thinking should be almost the same as that of humans, that is, the living world.

Looking at Yuan Eleven, who was still in motion, the short-haired woman asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Yuan Eleven came back to his senses and smiled: "It's okay, you go back first, it's hard work."

The short-haired woman looked at the clock on the wall, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and she had left after packing her things.

Yuan Eleven returned to his seat and looked at the screen in front of him, the light shining on his face, outlining a silhouette that was deeper or shallower.

At eleven o'clock, Yuan Eleven packed up his things and put the game software and reading equipment into his backpack, he looked at the watch on his wrist, smiled faintly, picked up his backpack and walked out the door: "I'll change my own game!"

Back at home, Yuan Eleven was panting and lying on the sofa, although it had been ordinary for five years, but this sofa was not ordinary, and it was very high.

An ordinary person is usually keen to make himself appear unordinary by having something unusual, in other words, pretending to be thirteen.

Yuan Eleven is no exception, just an ordinary person.

After taking a bath, Yuan Shiyi looked in the mirror, his ordinary appearance was not outstanding, and he even felt a little ugly, but when he thought of his game, he puffed up his chest a little proudly, patted it a few times and said, "Big man, who can you do it!"

At this time, after some self-encouragement, he actually felt that he could do anything.

Back on the bed and looking at his phone, Yuan Shiyi remembered the way those people left in a hurry, and sighed: "It turns out that today is Friday, and there are just two days off on the weekend, so I'll experience it myself."

Yuan Eleven wears an AI helmet that can connect the human spirit into the game, and the moment the helmet fits the head, Yuan Eleven's breath is different, and there is a kind of confidence that breaks through the mountains and rivers is spraying out!

Yuan Eleven pressed the green button on the helmet's right ear.

Electronic voice prompt: "Dear players, the AI helmet is ready, please voice enter the command."

Yuan Eleven said, "Start admin mode!"

Electronic audio prompt: "Please enter the administrator account and password."

……

"The character has been created and the ID name has been determined." The electronic voice continued: "Dear Administrator, are you coming to the game world immediately?"

Yuan Eleven enjoyed this moment of respect, and then his face was pale, and his eyes closed: "Come!"

With the original eleven's voice command, his tense body suddenly softened, and he lay quietly on the bed, the red light on the left side of the helmet lit up, "In the game".

The original eleven only felt that the sky was spinning, and originally thought that it was like a god descending to earth, descending in this world majestically, but he didn't know that it was such a posture.

Compared with the gods in the movie, it is also a routine that falls from the sky, why does this posture feel so chic?

Yuan Shiyi pulled his head out of the ground under his feet, only to see that his face was unwavering, but deep in his heart was galloping, and then he looked up to the sky and scolded: "I, Nima, why did my face hit the ground first?"

Yuan Eleven stabilized his mood, blaming this on the BUG, he had already walked to the edge of the ground, looking at the scenery in front of him, he opened his mouth, and he couldn't figure out the direction, he didn't know whether the wind that was pouring into his mouth was a northeast or northwest wind at this time.

Yuan Eleven leaned on the tall wooden fence and looked at the surrounding low mountains, and his mood improved.

"It's a top of a mountain, and it's surrounded by rocks, and I just hit this nest at my feet, and if I hit it off the rails, even on the wood, that's another story."

"Dear Administrator, that's an accident." Yuan Eleven's forehead was covered with black lines, and he didn't pay any attention to the electronic sound coming from his head.

Yuan Eleven asked, "What about my magnificent novice village five thousand years ago?" Now, has it become such a bird's nest without hair? ”

When Yuan Eleven fell from the sky before, a woman happened to see the divine light descending from heaven by a mountain pond outside the mountain, and she hurriedly pulled up her long hair in the water and ran towards a village and town in the north.

Judging from the clothing, it should be a person in cultivation!