Because of a well-documented main post, the SHN Forum, the official support club of the e-sports club and the organizer of the offline challenge, fell into a bloody storm.

The poster, "Migrant Worker Asking for Wages", boasted that he had "cared for" a certain professional god who had been kissed on the street with a few friends during a certain mission, and also took some equipment from him, and repeated the "care" of the unconvinced professional god as many as three times, until the great god took the initiative to sign a contract with them that could not be made public, and then regretted leaving.

Now, the undisclosed contract has expired, but the professional god still shows no sign of fulfilling it.

In order to get back their hard-earned money, the "migrant workers begging for wages" had to send some "scenery modeling pictures" accidentally left by the professional god at that time to the forum to remind the other party that it was time to settle the bill.

As for why the "landscape modeling picture" of the professional god is either facing the ground, or kneeling on the ground with his head bowed in humiliation, the only photo of his face is also mosaic, leaving only an intriguing guild icon. The poster, "Migrant Workers Asking for Wages", explained that this was to protect the privacy of the parties.

In fact, when the poster said that the great god was once kissed by fans on the street, many people guessed who he was talking about.

Lin Ling landed on the SHN forum when "Eternal" began daily maintenance.

The little monk who watched the Zen master's nephew did a better job than he imagined, and he used the ID of "migrant workers asking for wages" to deliberately in the non-stop battle with all kinds of idle or idle truth parties in the main post he posted, constantly exposing the horse's feet, giving people a grip, and constantly exposing the evidence he had shown to Lin Ling to increase the weight.

Some of the images were taken by Priest Forrest Gump and Ranger Napam, whose habitual open friends lists and party panels revealed the number of their gang, and the Truth Party quickly came up with a list of those involved based on their IDs. Since the Dream Thief is a thief, and a thief with good skills, he often sneaks around, and he is rarely seen in the screenshots, and those truth parties list his ID in the "suspect" column.

Although there was a reply immediately that the Dream Thief Monk was also one of them, and swore that a lot of evidence was cited.

However, the Dreamer Monk's natural caution prevented him from leaving enough evidence to be strong, and the evidence that might have originated from his past companions not only failed to "discredit" him, but only aggravated their own crimes.

Lin Ling also registered a vest and followed the coaxing in the main post, echoing several extremely powerful Truth Party members to point the finger at the pastor Forrest Gump and Ranger Napam, and he also reminded those Truth Party members that they should listen to the opinions of the victims, and then turned out the links to the complaint posts posted by some victims that had been prepared a long time ago, and copied them in the main post, disturbing the pool.

After doing this, Lin Ling registered a new ID and verified the game account, bundling the account and game character of the official forum with the ID of the SHN forum, which improved the credibility of the ID. He posted a post in the employment section of the forum, hoping to hire about 5 rangers above level 17 to cover the cost of equipment repair and medicine supplies, and the employment cost of each person is 50 gold and two rounds of priority loot distribution, and the death compensation is 100 gold per level. At the end of the employment post, he specifically noted that if the "virtuous couple" were willing to accept his employment, it would not hurt to double the employment fee.

Everyone in the world knows that the ID users of the Double Dance Soul and the One Dance Heart are the Hu brothers and sisters, and Lin Ling called each other "Virtuous Couple" by name, just to disgust them a little, and to vent a little anger for the embarrassment that they suppressed in that space under the Rhine City.

As a result, I believe that the two of them are unlikely to accept the employment when they see this post.

After posting, Lin Ling turned off the computer, found out the case and medical card and went out. He still has to go to the First Municipal Hospital of Tianwen City to dispense medicine today, because he has recently used the recommended special therapy to eat double the nutritional diet to regulate his body, and there are few medicinal diets left at home, so he has to add a little.

Lin Ling knew very well that the reason why his condition in his previous life would worsen to the point that there was no cure was that he had completely missed the best treatment period. In his previous life, he heard a rumor when he was seriously ill and hospitalized, saying that if he received reasonable care and nutritional intake, his illness may not be able to change from control to cure.

His current condition is stable, and due to the intake of nutritious meals, his physique is slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, and he is not easily attacked by wind and cold, and even if he goes under the knife, he may not be able to support until the end of the operation.

When I arrived at the First Municipal Hospital of Tianwen City, there was still half an hour before Lin Ling's appointment for the outpatient clinic. He thought that he had an appointment with the famous ShowGirl this afternoon, so he went around to the old place of the Shiyi Health Club located at the back of the hospital.

A few years ago, when Lin's father and mother were still working in Tianwen City, Lin Ling was a volunteer of the city's first healthy book club, and every time he came to see a doctor, he would bring a book to the book club, read books to those patients whose vision was degraded or blind, chat about things on TV, and give them spiritual comfort.

Later, the book club was replaced by a psychiatric reading club, and the readers were prescribed as adults, so Lin Ling became a nominal volunteer of the city's first health, and he did not step into the threshold of the city's health for more than a year.

It's always a taste to revisit the old place.

Looking at the rehabilitated people who lost their limbs due to natural disasters or man-made disasters and sweated in a health gym in the city with their newly installed mechanical prosthetics, Lin Ling sincerely felt admiration. In a long way, he may just lie on the bed like a resentful woman and chatter and complain. He remembers that when he was on the verge of death, he felt that his life was uneventful, and that he longed for a healthy body at the end of his life, instead of thinking about what he had done that was worth telling to future generations, instead of thinking about whether he had achieved his dreams.

In Lin Ling's era, there is no shame in being a professional gamer.

It's a shame to be a professional gamer without a dream.

He takes a deep breath, shakes his head, shakes off the clutter of thoughts in your head, and strolls into the reading room.

In the reading room, there are many elderly people sitting slowly flipping through the newspapers.

Lin Ling looked at the time, there was a lot. The reporter who wrote this report wrote at the end of the article: "More than 100 years ago, when professional gamers were still synonymous with playthings, when playing games was still regarded as unprofessional, when gold strikers and professional gamers could only pay social security as freelancers, who would have thought that the same land, the same country, more than a hundred years later, they would have become the darlings of the media, has become the focus of society......"

"It's the best of times and it's the worst of times."

The article ends with the opening lines of Dickens's A Tale of Two Cities.

Lin Ling shrugged his shoulders, he put the newspaper back in its place, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw an old man wearing sunglasses, touching the astronomical current affairs issued for the blind with his hand.

There is a missing corner under the newspaper, and I don't know who tore it up.

The old man sighed regretfully, and folded the newspaper unfinished, intending to put it back in its place.

"Astronomical Current Affairs, 12th Edition, On the Prevention of Typhoon Katrina." Lin Ling kindly took out a copy of astronomical current affairs, lowered his voice, and read out the entire content for the old man. He read very slowly and carefully, and in order to take care of the old man's hearing, he also emphasized the tone of some words that were not easy to distinguish.

"That's it." Lin Ling looked at the old man calmly after finishing reading.

"It's not bad news." The old man nodded, not thanking Lin Ling, as if he had taken it for granted that he had recited it for himself.

Lin Ling's good deeds are not to be rewarded, but he is not willing to use his hot face to stick to his cold ass. He put the newspaper back in its place and said to the old man, "I'm sorry, I'm going to read the rest to you if I have the chance." Good bye. ”

With that, he left the reading room.

As soon as Lin Ling left, a young woman wearing a training uniform and a mechanical prosthetic leg on her right arm walked into the reading room while wiping her wet hair with a towel.

"Grandpa." The young woman walked up to the indifferent old man, took off his sunglasses, looked at the eyes that were shining with essence and not old at all, and asked angrily, "Have you read the Astronomical Times again?" Do you want to read the Astronomical Times, can't you find the normal version? Why read ...... to the blind"

"Chen Jing, you don't understand, this is the practice of fingering, we martial arts practitioners ......" The old man suddenly stopped halfway through speaking. He glanced at his granddaughter's right arm and furrowed his eyebrows in distress. After a long time, he sighed and said, "The newspaper is missing a corner, and a young man read me a piece of news just now, there are still good men in this society." ”

"Grandpa, I'm not married." Chen Jing let out a cold snort. If Lin Ling was here, he would definitely recognize her as Hua Guhua, a former professional player of the Hammer of Doom, and now an ordinary player who stands out from everyone.

"Then don't be gay!" The old man blew his beard and glared, "If you go to do anything gay, I will go to the road and be hit by a car and die, so that I don't have the face to see my ancestors and ancestors after death!" ”

"Grandpa, be quiet."

Chen Jing looked at the strange eyes from her surroundings in embarrassment, and the people who would come to the reading room of the Health Club to read the newspaper at this time were all elderly people, who were relatively conservative in their thinking and maintained a natural critical attitude towards homosexuality. She gritted her teeth and said, "That's just an excuse to prevaricate, who asked you to always introduce some inappropriate people to me." ”

"Okay, grandpa's fault." Hearing his granddaughter admit that she was not gay, the old man suddenly smiled. He smiled and said, "Next week, it's Coach Li of the fencing team's birthday, invite us old immortals to dinner, Coach Li's son has won three Olympic gold medals, since you are not gay, how about going and meeting him?" ”

Blind date again?

Chen Jing gritted her teeth and looked at the smiling old man in front of her, and suddenly remembered the scene when the old man hugged her who lost her right arm and cried bitterly.

Full of emotion, it finally turned into two words: "Okay." ”