For a moment, silence pervaded the crowd, and no one spoke for a long time.

"I suddenly feel that it makes sense that the state does not let the simulation rate of game movies exceed 80%. Finally, Jian Wu spoke, "Just like now, I can't tell the difference between reality and games. ”

"Okay, let's not talk about that. The curator interrupted the topic and said, "Where are we going now? This is already a military administration zone, and it doesn't look like we can come and go freely." I guess we'll only be able to move around this town now. ”

The people agreed on the time and place of the meeting, and then they parted.

After Wang Jie separated from everyone, he was still thinking about the incident just now. What can be done to pull these poor people caught up in the war out of the quagmire?

Until Wang Jie went offline in the end, he didn't think of a good way.

Putting down the game helmet, Wang Jie sat up from the bed. Getting up and walking to the bathroom, Wang Jie looked at the figure in the mirror and almost didn't recognize himself: his hair was messy, his eyes were dark circles, and because he hadn't cleaned it for several days, the oil secreted on his face reflected the light in the bathroom and exuded a shiny, but his skin was abnormally rough: if it weren't for the eyes that were still full of vitality, some people would believe that this face was the face of a corpse.

Wang Jie was taken aback by his image, and hurriedly took off his pajamas that emitted an inexplicable smell, turned on the shower, and stood under the shower without waiting for the water temperature to rise to a suitable temperature, and then washed his head with cold water.

As soon as he was drenched in cold water, Wang Jie shivered, and his originally confused spirit was instantly awakened, and as the water temperature rose, Wang Jie felt like his soul had been fished out of an ice cellar. "It's like basking in the sun in winter. Wang Jie muttered to himself.

After washing, Wang Jie took a razor and shaved the beard that had grown, but there was no way to do it with dark circles.

Wang Jie walked out of the bathroom, went to the refrigerator and opened the door, and took out bread and milk.

Tearing open the package of bread and pouring out a glass of milk, Wang Jie looked at the bread in his hand and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: You must know that a few days ago, Wang Jie did not eat bread. But at that time, what Wang Jie ate in his mouth was not the sweetness of bread and the fragrance of jam, but the taste of blood, which made Wang Jie retch.

Wang Jie thought of the bad experience in the past, and thought of his prayer in the game: I hope it works.

With his eyes closed and frowning, Wang Jie's face was bitter and hateful, and he opened his mouth to bite the bread in his hand like a big pile of soil. Tearing off a large piece fiercely, Wang Jie frowned and chewed the bread, chewing and chewing, Wang Jie's originally frowning brows began to loosen: This, sure enough, is bread, not the blood clot that he ate before. Thinking of this, Wang Jie swallowed the bread, not wanting too much bread to swallow, so he picked up the milk at hand and took a sip: this milk fragrance is sweet, and it is still the taste of milk.

Wang Jie's eyes lit up: Okay! I finally don't have to sneak around to buy nutrients.

However, although my own problem has been solved, I still have no clue about the problem I am thinking about. Wang Jie twisted his head in distress, inadvertently glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and then frantically stuffed bread into his mouth: It's almost late! Although he hasn't been there for several days, even if it is himself, the teacher will not ignore it for so long.

Indeed, Wang Jie glanced at the terminal, and the caller ID had been blown up, not only his homeroom teacher, but also the class leader, and his friend Liu Min. Sister Wang believes that if it weren't for her parents going abroad and shutting down her domestic communications, these must have hit her parents, and then her parents might have rushed back from abroad to see the decadent self a few days ago. When the time comes, not to mention the rest, I will definitely not be able to play this game anymore.

Secretly glad for a moment, Wang Jie put on his school uniform randomly, grabbed his schoolbag, and ran out of the community to call a taxi to the school.

Fortunately, after Wang Jie arrived at the school, there were still about ten minutes before class. Wang Jie got out of the car, transferred the fare to the driver from the terminal, grabbed his schoolbag and ran all the way to his classroom.

As soon as Wang Jie, who hadn't been here since Wednesday last week, appeared in the classroom, he attracted the attention of everyone who was still reading in the morning.

If it was still Wang Jie in the past, everyone would just look up: Oh. There was a guy who came late to read early and was late. Then there was no then, but because Wang Jie is already a man of the hour, everyone naturally knows about his absenteeism and is very concerned: "Wang Jie, what's wrong with you these days? I didn't come for most of the last week......

Wang Jie greeted his classmates and walked to his seat.

Liu Min looked at Wang Jie with concern: "What's the matter with you these days? I didn't answer my phone calls to you, and there was no one at your house." ”

Wang Jie took out the textbooks in his schoolbag: "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't have time to notify the teacher when I encountered some urgent matters." ”

Liu Min wanted to say something, but the head teacher came in. Seeing Wang Jie sitting there, Liu Min was still talking to him, and spoke: "Liu Min, stop chatting, I know that Wang Jie just came back." Wang Jie, come to my office after class and explain the situation in the past few days. ”

Wang Jie looked at the teacher, who had graduated from college for two years and was just the homeroom teacher, smiled and nodded in agreement.

However, although he was already sitting in the classroom with an open textbook in front of him, Wang Jie's attention was not on the class at all, and his mind was still thinking about the previous questions. Until the end of class, the bell pulled Wang Jie back to reality from his distraction.

Wang Jie stood up and sighed, knowing that he was about to go to the office, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

Fortunately, there is only one homeroom teacher in the office, Mr. Ma, who is there to correct the homework, and the other teachers probably haven't come back from class or haven't come to class in the morning.

After making a report and entering the office, Mr. Ma asked Wang Jie to sit on the chair next to him and asked, "Wang Jie, why didn't you come to school for several days last week?

Wang Jie heard what Teacher Ma said, and knew that the teacher was exculpating him: if it was another teacher, such as the previous Teacher Xu, he might just bring on a truancy hat - although he was indeed absent from class, but this Teacher Ma really thought that he didn't have time to ask for leave because he was in a hurry, so the nature was different: the former was indispensable for a demerit, while the latter only needed to make up a leave note.

Wang Jie raised his head slightly and thought for a while: "I've been thinking about how to let ordinary people affected by the war live happily these days." ”

Teacher Ma: "Huh?"