The first rays of the morning sun shine on the tall and low scattered cement and metal pipes, and the free-range pigeons gather around the simple fence made of thin bamboo on three sides, and their bodies are "lean" and not much different from the crows that jump up and down to find garbage more than ten meters away.

It was an ordinary spring day, the sun didn't rise very early, and the voices in the old neighborhood were a little sparse, and nine out of ten were still coming from the small square. About seven or eight buildings apart, it sounded a little erratic.

A faint click of the door opened, briefly breaking the silence of several nearby units, and then quickly calming down again.

The sunlight continued to lazily shine on one or two half-open alloy windows between the buildings, and there were more impenetrable natures, such as the one that someone had just entered from the outside, and the bedroom door was closed on the left side of the narrow living room that could be stepped over a few steps.

Putting the plastic bag in her hand on the narrow table in the middle hall, the girl with a single ponytail pushed open the bedroom door without hesitation, but was not in a hurry to enter, but tilted her head slightly:

"Little flower, open the bedroom curtains."

So, the sunlight poured in, and the darkness crept under the bed—the single bed in the bedroom was slightly wider, and a short-haired man lay on his stomach undisturbed at all.

The quilt kicked in the corner, a certain model looked old, and a virtual terminal the size of a thick brick smashed next to the pillow.

There was no blood, just a slight urn in the man's breathing.

"Little flower, open the bedroom window."

The girl is still standing outside the door, and there is no need to go into the man's room to solve the things that can be done with her mouth, right?

"Tsk...... Well...... Who is it? First he was sunburned in his hair, and then he was stroked up and down a few times by the spring breeze, and the short-haired man who had slept peacefully yawned and began to writhe unconsciously.

But is it so easy to get out of bed?

Being able to be illuminated by the sun means that it is not past noon, and it is still very early before the time to wake up naturally, and Lao Dai, who is fiercely entangled with drowsiness and cold wind, is struggling to keep himself from waking up.

If it weren't for the fact that the leg that stretched out to pick up the quilt was blown by the wind and happened to cramp and tremble, he would have been close to success.

"Father, father."

"What the hell? Who is speaking at the door? By the way, someone opened the curtains and windows just now......"

The single-ponytailed girl recited two words, four words, with a blank face. And Lao Dai, who was curled up in a ball because of calf cramps and pain, couldn't think clearly at all, and even felt that what appeared in his ears was probably a hallucination.

"Grandma said that if you haven't finished breakfast after she comes back from square dancing......

"What the hell is Grandma? Have I slept for more than a decade? Even have a child or niece? Hiss...... The second-hand terminal that was just dismantled yesterday is really ......"

Old Dai's attempt to straighten one toe slightly failed, and the calf muscles were painful. His neck was limited by his posture, and he couldn't turn to the door. Although my brain has regained a little bit of thinking ability, I still don't have a good understanding of the current situation.

“…… Then I'm going to school, father, put the soy milk fritters on the living room table for you......" The girl turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait...... Wait a minute...... "Lao Dai gave up his left calf, stretched out his right arm and touched the brick behind his head with his backhand, or the virtual terminal, and pressed his thumb.

Minimalist link, on.

The brick is flicked a red indicator light two centimeters next to the switch, and after a second it turns to flashing mode.

Somatic sensation is shielded, and optic nerve conduction is activated.

was still facing the sheets, but a square login window appeared in front of Lao Dai's eyes.

In the center of the window is the word "minimal", there are two lines of text input field below, the username is displayed luda by default, and the password is a string of asterisks.

Lao Dai clicked the "confirm" button further down with a virtual "line of sight", and the minimalist words in the window became "linked".

Verified passed.

drip

The white light lit up.

Looking at the past from the girl's point of view, Lao Dai, who was still eager to curl up in a circle just now, obviously entered a state of relaxation in an instant.

And from the subjective perspective of our male protagonist, he is already standing on an antique street, with noisy voices and faint neighing of horses.

However, these are the same as the "drops" just now, and they are obviously the result of the virtual terminal directly transmitting signals to his hearing and corresponding other nerves.

To be more precise, it is the result of the virtual terminal in minimalist mode directly initiating communication with the chip in the back of his neck, and temporarily taking over part of the nerve (autonomic nerve) network that controls the direction of his limbs.

The ticking prompts were only audible to him, and now the body on the bed was a little out of his own.

This is a kind of boring trick for a lazy person on a virtual network to reverse use the protection of the human body when the login device is "disconnected", and wake himself up as soon as possible from the "sleepover" within half a minute.

As a lazy man among the lazy people in reality, and a strong man among the strong in the virtual network, Lao Dai is simply perfect at using this hand.

Log in for 5 to 10 seconds, exit for 5 to 10 seconds, and leave about 10 seconds in the middle for buffering.

Or maybe you can complete a task along the way?

Lao Dai, who was standing in the middle of the street, raised his eyebrows, first took two steps back, and made way for the galloping horses galloping more than ten meters away.

I looked up slightly and made sure that I was indeed standing under the plaque of "Yuelai Inn", and across the door, the dining room on the second floor of the inn was also full as always.

It's good, although it's a temporary landing, but it doesn't look like it will affect the original plan.

Give way for three seconds, look up for one second, and think for half a second.

Next, the old tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and shouted at the direction of the open window on the second floor above the word "Yuelai":

"Zhao Hammer Pifu, come down and die!"

Two sentences, eight words, two seconds.

A second later, there was a bang above Lao Dai's head, and a burly man with a naked upper body jumped straight down from the plaque.

With a bang, he stomped heavily on the street...... on a stall of fresh horse manure.

That's right, this is one of the reasons why the human voice and the horse neighed endlessly just now, and what Lao Dai avoided just now was not only the galloping horse, but also the by-product of the horse's tummy trouble.

Boom.

Another half a second passed, and he struggled to fight with the slippery and unusually slippery pickled thing on the soles of his shoes, and Zhao Hammer finally lay on the ground crookedly, of course, he didn't avoid the original small area, but he stepped on it a lot more......

"The duel is canceled, and you win."

sneered at the expression of the nostrils, with two sarcastic sentences.

Lao Dai naturally chose to log out in full view of everyone.

The white light flashed, leaving only Zhao Hammer who was still struggling to get up at the door of the inn, as well as countless gloating eyes on the first and second floors and even on the street.

And on the bedroom bed in reality, Lao Dai, who had been stiff for twenty seconds, jumped up.

My waist is no longer sore, and my legs are no longer painful.

"Father...... Are you finally up? ”

"What father? I...... Not your ...... Father. After carefully looking at the single-ponytail girl standing at the door, Lao Dai said word by word: "I don't have a father like you!" ”