Beyond the Virtual Frontier and Rivalry Chapter 8

101l:

Has the original poster really been exposed? Why do I have a feeling that the deputy gang leader will take advantage of you and say, "You dare to post a thread to complain? I think I have to teach you a lesson."

102l:

The host remembers to come back and broadcast the details...

If you come back alive...

103l:

The OP seems to have disappeared! It's all your fault for the messy cosplay!

104l (Original poster’s reply):

Hello friends, the host is back again.

It's all your fault for scaring me. I didn't dare to update the post for a week. I had to act like a grandson in front of the deputy gang leader, S and B every day, serving these three uncles at their beck and call, and being ready to kneel down and kowtow to admit my mistakes at any time. The psychological pressure was enormous.

However, their reactions were normal, not like they had discovered this post...

So I came back again, the raging fire of gossip burning my soul, and I would feel uncomfortable if I didn’t finish gossiping.

Today I will give you eight small things to warm you up, because I have been frightened and paralyzed these past few days, and I need to rest. [Smile]

105l:

Welcome back! Actually, I was the 98l last time. I was wrong. Don't be afraid... 91l and 99l should admit their mistakes soon, or there will be no gossip to watch!

106l (Original poster’s reply):

Damn, no one claimed those two floors...

never mind.

The story begins one morning.

At nine o'clock that morning, the conscientious host got up early, washed his face, brushed his teeth, bought breakfast, ate a bun, turned on the computer and logged into the game, and opened various guild activities to facilitate the early risers to do their daily work. After finishing all this, I took a look at the friend list as usual, and S and B were indeed online, and they were in the same main city map as me.

I wandered around the main city and soon found traces of these two people.

They were running…around the moat.

Here I want to explain that there are four ways for the characters in this game to move. The fastest is flying a sword, which can directly shuttle across the large map; the second fastest is Qinggong, which can move at the fastest speed within the small map. Normal people will use Qinggong to move within the map, but because B has acrophobia, these two people never use Qinggong; the third fastest is riding a horse or other mount, which can reach 200% of the character's walking speed. The worst way to move within the small map is to ride a horse; and the slowest is for the character to walk or run on his own two legs... In the eyes of players who are used to using Qinggong, running on flat ground with their legs is as slow as a snail.

At this moment, S and B were running slowly around the moat on their own two legs.

Sh!t, they are not... doing morning exercises...

---For a moment, I, who was deeply tortured by the mentally ill husband, couldn't help but think so.

As a result, the next second, I saw the familiar chat with white text showing affection*.

s remained calm: "One, two, one, two, one, keep your breathing and running in sync, baby."

B, on the other hand, looked extremely tired from lack of exercise: "Huh...ha...huh...ha...I'm so tired...huh...ha..."

Even the modal particles are typed out!

Young man, do we really need to be so serious when playing a game that we have to type out the sound of running?

"Huha" your sister!

Even though I felt I was immune to all poisons, I was still shocked by B at that time...

At this time, S saw me and greeted me: "Good morning, Captain."

I ran over and said, "Good morning."

B, on the other hand, was trying hard to act "too tired to speak". He didn't say good morning, but just kept typing in the chat: "Huh, huh, huh..."

S, who should be performing with B, is trying her best to perform: "Baby, keep breathing deeply."

b Chatting and typing: "Huh---Huh---Huh---"

I almost fainted. I tried to hold it back, but I couldn't hold it back any longer and asked, "What's wrong with B? Are you pretending to run?"

S ignored the word "pretend" and replied: "I took him out for morning exercise. He is not in good physical condition."

I took a deep breath in front of the computer and said, "No, your morning exercises won't work."

If you really want to exercise, why don’t you turn off your computer and go for a run!

S seemed a little helpless: "You are right."

Me: "Yes."

S's complaint was full of affection, saying: "It's almost ten o'clock now, the sun has risen, it's really not suitable for morning exercise."

Me: ...Brother, our channels are still not aligned.

B finally recovered a little: "I can't get up, huh..."

S said gently: "Little lazy pig."

B was unhappy: "It's all your fault last night..."

I typed quickly: "I didn't hear anything. It was very windy just now."

b: ...

S coaxed B and said, "Rest where you are for five minutes, and then we'll finish the last lap, okay?"

b quickly sat on the ground and said, "I'm thirsty."

S took out the item "A pot of clear spring water" from his backpack and traded it to B: "Drink this, baby. Drink it in small sips. Don't drink it all in one breath."

b: "Okay."

So I watched B holding "a pot of clear spring water" and repeating the process of reading the bar - interrupting the reading bar - reading the bar - interrupting the reading bar, as if he really drank the pot of spring water in small sips...

The performance by these two people was so imaginative that I thought it would be a shame if I was the only one to see it, so I quietly took a screenshot of our chat history and sent it to the deputy gang leader via YY.