In the evening of the second day after the New Year of 1197.

Duchamp lay sullenly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, unsick.

Fang unceremoniously stabbed him with a big sword, of course, with a sheath.

"Hey, look at your weakness, and the hard work of the past few days is like two people, what's wrong?"

Duchamp turned around and said sullenly: "What would you think if you took two years to get the same thing you wanted, and it turned out that it was not what you wanted at all?" ”

"Then what else can you think, it means that you have been cheated."

"You're right, whoa, whoa!"

Dietrie and Learmus, who were chatting, raised their heads when they heard this, and saw Duchamp, a scholar who had no grace or cheekiness, howling loudly.

No, it sounds like there's really a heart-rending melancholy and soul-wrenching pain!

Just two howls were not enough to vent Xueba's heart at this time, he waved his hand, swept a large stack of books from the desk to the ground, picked up Cui Yu, rushed to the balcony like lightning, and jumped down.

The three friends rushed to the balcony, only to see Duchamp's figure undisguised, all the way up, disappearing into the twilight.

"Is this kid crazy?" Learmel turned his head and asked the other two in the dormitory for confirmation.

"Is this kid out of love?" Ditri judged.

"This kid must have lost a lot of money!" Fang asserted.

"Fang, you shouldn't have said that just now, look at what stimulated him." Lilmu reproached.

Fang felt extremely innocent, and he distinguished: "Why didn't you two see that something was wrong with him?" ”

"Shall we go find him?" Dietrie asked.

Fang pondered for a while, and estimated that Duchamp was wreaking havoc on flowers and plants in the back mountain.

"Why don't you let him vent first, and then go to him in twenty minutes and find out what's wrong with him first?"

"After the midterm exams, it's rehearsals, dinners, New Year's concerts, nothing else, by the way, Styry went to the city twice, that's all." Learmel spread his hands.

Dietrie put his hand on his cheek and analyzed: "What takes two years to chase, it must be a girl." ”

"Two years ago, Stellary was still practicing his sword skills in his hometown, and even if something went wrong, it wasn't in school." Lilmu continued to reason.

"Could it be that his family forced him to give up his girlfriend who had been chasing him for two years and ordered him a family affair that he didn't want to do?" Dietrie further deduced.

The three friends clapped their hands: "That's right, it must be so!" ”

"We can't help with this kind of thing." Fang found it tricky.

Dietrie waved his hand, and the young master's bearing rose: "No, it has always been Styrey who has been helping us, and now it's our turn to save Steiry." ”

Fang and Learmey nodded at the same time, and a kind of pride that felt that they were true buddies of righteousness arose.

The three stinkers get together and begin to discuss a plan to save Duchamp.

"Lilmuel, you think of a way first." Dietrie said with great leadership.

When Duchamp was not present, his aura returned to normal values.

Lilmu pondered: "If you want to escape this kind of thing, you must first have the courage to run away from marriage, look at Styre, his family has handed over Lu Lei's business to him, I'm afraid he will be reluctant." ”

Fang scoffed: "Money is like dung, all the martial artists who have reached this realm, how can they still be confused by these things, I think he can completely throw it away." ”

"In that case, let Styry go directly to Heimdall after graduation, didn't he plan to go to the Imperial Capital to open a video studio some time ago."

"It's good to go to the sea, it's far away, I can arrange it for him at will, can his family dare to go against my family's wishes."

"What if his family urges him to get married before he graduates?"

Friends, you and I have thought about all the problems that Duchamp needs to consider in the second half of his life.

I didn't expect the little friends' brains to be so big, Duchamp, who cut all the way to kill pigs in the back mountain, the anger gradually subsided, lying on the ground, and couldn't help but take out the player manual and turn to that page

Mission: "99 Successful Dishes." ”

"Traveling around the world, tasting a variety of different flavors, and learning how to make them is a necessary practice as a foodie, and I have tried to make 99 successful dishes with my own hands, and I have received unanimous praise from those who have tasted them. Time: Unlimited. For each successful dish, 50 achievement points are awarded. Cook 99 successful dishes, reward 5,000 achievement points, reward 1,000 points of world prestige, and earn the achievement title 'Gourmet'. ”

Status: Completed, with a total of 9,950 achievement points, 1,000 world reputation points, and the achievement title 'Gourmet'. ”

"Completion is completion, but you have to tell me, what's the use of such a completed reward!" Duchamp lay in the snow in large characters, muttering angrily to the air. During the day, Duchamp held a banquet at the Green Leaf Society, and finally completed the task of this pit father.

But!

Duchamp did not find the slightest use in the task of painstaking completion and the rewards he obtained, that is, these achievement points.

Coupled with the accumulation of other tasks, Duchamp's achievement points have long exceeded 10,000, and it stands to reason that the purpose of this achievement point should have surfaced a long time ago, but Duchamp has now looked at the entire system and the player's manual, looking and looking for it, and still has no clue.

After spending a long time on the top of the mountain, Duchamp frustrated and pulled out a large list of title tasks that rewarded achievement points, read it, and shook his head helplessly: "Alas, these tasks, anyway, you have to do them with or without rewards, otherwise what will my brother do in this world." ”

He was in high spirits and roared at the back mountain: "Woo! ”

"Whew!" Countless demonic beasts on the back mountain responded.

"What's the matter, dare to snort at me, eat me, look at Zhao Zilong's chrysanthemum drill!"

Fluttering, a group of flying monsters flew out of the woods to watch the excitement.

In the mountains and forests, after teasing the running and flying monsters, Duchamp finally recovered from the mood of completing the task but not having a substantial reward.

He came down from the back mountain, jumped into the orchard, saw the white house not far away, and ran to the white house, locked the hut, put the guide workbench out, and continued to study the technology tree inside, making those rather fantastical gadgets.

He browsed through the dense manufacturing orders in the guide workbench, and tried to cheer up: "The east is not bright and the west is bright, the master has such a spirit of not admitting defeat, he does not have so many skill points, and he has to arm himself into a superman by relying on the power of science and technology." ”

Duchamp did not return to the dormitory all night, and the three people in the dormitory were so worried that they did not sleep well.

When he got up in the morning, Fang didn't even go to practice martial arts, but nested in the dormitory to discuss countermeasures with Dietrie and Lealmu, and the prediction of Duchamp's fiancée became less and less optimistic, from three feet to four feet in waistline, and the time for forced marriage was reduced from graduation to this holiday. Learmu swore that some time ago, why did Duchamp think about going to the imperial capital to open up a second career, obviously in order to get rid of the influence of his family.

Just as the three brothers sighed, Duchamp opened the door and walked in, carrying a lunch box in his hand, and brought it to the three brothers: "Hot pie and milk, I just baked it, eat it while it's hot." ”

Fang stretched out his hand to take a pie, it was still hot, he hurriedly threw it twice, looked at Duchamp's face, and said, "I have the strength to make pies, it seems that I have eased up." ”

Learmor reached out and took a piece of pie, tore a piece, put it in his mouth slowly, and asked, "Styrey, when did your family let you get married?" ”

"Married? Why? "Duchamp was eating with a pie in one hand and milk in the other, and he was not yet in a state of flux.

"Don't hold on, they're all brothers, if you are in trouble, we will help you!" Learmel recounted Duchamp's abnormalities and his own reasoning during this period of time, and looked at Duchamp proudly.

Duchamp finally avoided the bad luck of pouring milk into his nose, looked at Lemmour's sincere and eager eyes, and said word by word: "Your brain hole has reached the sky!" ”