Normally, after returning from a dungeon, Zhao Sanliang would contact Su Er and ask him out for dinner. This time was different. When Zhao Sanliang called Su Er, five days had already passed since the dungeon ended.
Su Er made a guess: "He must have been so busy lately that he didn't even have time to breathe."
Zhao Sanliang was surprised: "How did you know?"
Su Er: "Otherwise, after learning about Ji Heng's new achievements, you would definitely ask me frantically about the details of the game, and then launch into inhumane ridicule."
There was silence for a moment, followed by a burst of laughter.
Zhao Sanliang laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward. He swallowed hard before saying, "Hot pot, wanna make an appointment?"
Tomorrow is Friday, and Suer feels very happy the day before the holiday, so he agreed.
In order not to delay the college entrance examination candidates from reviewing their lessons, Zhao Sanliang directly set the location at the entrance of Sul's community.
He changed his hairstyle again, with curls on the bottom and his hair color was a misty blue.
Su Er said calmly: "It's not good to do your hair frequently."
Zhao Sanliang touched his hair and suddenly pulled it off. It turned out that he was wearing a wig with a short haircut underneath.
"I always use wigs to style my hair. Of course, all wigs are basically disposable."
Su Er's throat moved: "Is this also possible?"
Zhao Sanliang: "As long as you have money."
"…"
Suer had ordered a tomato pot, but since there wasn't enough oil, it took a long time to boil. While waiting, Zhao Sanliang said with a sigh, "The game will soon be transformed."
Taking his attention away from the red bottom of the pot, Soul looked up at him.
Zhao Sanliang: "I just went down a dungeon the day before yesterday and unfortunately ran into some disgusting guys. Luckily, this time their attention wasn't on the players, but on the host."
Soul raised an eyebrow: "And then?"
Zhao Sanliang smiled with gloating satisfaction and wiped his neck: "As our ancestors said, don't take on porcelain work if you don't have the skills."
Many people thought that even a new player could irritate the moderator and get away with it, and still get achievement points, so why couldn't they do it? As a result, they paid an extraordinary price.
Zhao Sanliang curled his lips in amusement, not knowing what he was thinking about. After a moment, he reminded him, "You haven't been in the game long, so you don't have much experience with the treacherous nature of human nature."
Soul nodded, not denying it.
He met good teammates in the novice field, and used team props several times later, so even if someone openly expressed malice towards him in the welfare field, it did not cause much impact.
Thinking of this, Su Er said: "I will pay special attention when I go to the dungeon alone."
"Not likely in the short term." Zhao Sanliang ate his tripe, occasionally looking up at him: "After that, either the boss or another member will take you with him."
First, Su'er was too conspicuous now, and many players wanted to dig out information from him, so entering the game alone would be extremely dangerous. Second, as the person with the most achievement points, there was a high possibility that the other party would actually collect all twenty-four and be kicked out of the game forever.
They also want to see if there will ever be a day when players can be completely free, and what will happen after they are freed.
Zhao Sanliang still had a lot to say, but suddenly he wiped his mouth and said, "Why is the boss here?"
Ji Heng pushed the door open and walked straight towards them. It was obvious that he was coming for them.
Just as Zhao Sanliang was wondering how he found this place, he saw Su Er calmly turn a button: "Positioning chip."
He lives alone, and if someone wants to harm him, it would be much better if someone knows his exact location. For this reason, Su Er specially paid someone to make this button, and the daily movement trajectory will be automatically sent to Ji Heng's mobile phone.
Zhao Sanliang was stunned when he heard this.
Ji Heng ignored him, pulled up a chair, sat down, and looked at Su Er: "The news about the host has almost spread. You have one more dungeon to enter this month. When do you plan to enter it?"
Su Er thought for a moment: "Zhou Tian."
There was a mock exam on the 20th, and once he had completed his hard target of two dungeons a month, he didn't plan to exceed the quota before the end of the month.
Ji Heng nodded: "This time, I will lead..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Sanliang took the lead and said, "Why don't I take the lead?"
He hadn't seen how Sur made the copy yet.
Zhao Sanliang is unreliable in daily life, but his performance in the game is completely the opposite. Ji Heng thinks it is feasible and asks Su Er: "What do you think?"
"I want to go with you."
The words were spoken clearly and without any ambiguity.
Zhao Sanliang defended himself: "I am also very capable..."
Su Er interrupted him: "You may not be able to withstand my harm."
Zhao Sanliang didn't understand.
Ji Heng recalled what Suer had done, and had no doubt that Zhao Sanliang cried madly after the game and said that he never wanted to go into a dungeon with this person again.
As the captain, he had the responsibility to protect the mental health of his teammates, so he said to Suhr: "I'll come see you on Sunday morning."
After Su Er nodded, Ji Heng turned his head to look at Zhao Sanliang, who was still confused, and glanced at the boiling hot pot: "I'll treat you to celebrate your rescue."
"…"
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Being good at summarizing experience is an essential quality for an excellent student. Sul made a summary of the dungeon: winning by stability and developing slowly are the best ways.
For this reason, he even listened to soft prenatal music on Saturday night and repeatedly gave himself psychological hints: next copy, play it safe!
Early on Sunday morning, Ji Heng saw Su Er dressed very casually, with a calm gaze as if walking towards him in a Buddha-like state.
He couldn't help but curl his lips and handed over a pair of sunglasses.
Su Er took it in his hand and studied it for a while: "Team props really come in thousands of different forms."
Seeing nothing, he simply put them on. Countless codes flashed across the lenses, flooding into his brain one after another, bringing a strong sense of dizziness. When the sunglasses shattered and disappeared, Soul was successfully teleported into the dungeon.
The world was almost completely dark.
There were a few people standing around, and I could just barely make out their outlines.
Soon, Su Er discovered the source of this faint light... it came from his and Ji Heng's breastplates. Their latest achievement was shining brightly, making them the brightest stars in the dark world.
In the night, some laughter was heard.
Ji Heng was not affected and motioned Suer to stand closer.
Without him having to explain specifically, Sur also took the initiative to move closer. When people can't see clearly, they will inevitably have the illusion that they are about to be attacked by alien creatures at any time.
A few minutes passed like this.
Bang!
A stone fell from mid-air. The sound was not loud, but it made all the players subconsciously take a step back.
In the distance, someone was approaching with a lantern. Under the dim light, a childlike face was revealed. The little girl had pigtails and wore a pair of old black-framed glasses, making her look old-fashioned and boring.
"I'm so annoyed..." The girl quickly counted the players and became irritable: "I don't have to work overtime."
Then her eyes suddenly widened and locked onto Sur: "This is all because of that bastard. The reason why the game now prioritizes the elderly and children as hosts in his dungeon is because of him!"
"…"
"I hope some people remember..." The little girl had a pair of dead fish eyes, the whites of which became more visible when she glared at someone. "Only a pervert would attack a child. That's right, the dungeon is not a lawless place! The minimum sentence is three years, and the maximum is the death penalty!"
Su Er frowned at the implication. As a high school student with a good family background, he should not suffer such personal insults. He said, "This little sister..."
"Bah!" the girl spat. "Who is your sister? Stop trying to make connections."
There's always a way out. Most of the time, the hosts I've encountered have chosen to act condescending and patronizing. However, the little girl in front of me clearly couldn't control her emotions, expressing her disgust and hatred to the extreme.
Several players watched this scene with amusement; the host specifically targeted one player to their advantage. At least for now, it seemed like Sur was effectively drawing fire.
After the little girl gave a verbal warning, she finally got back to the point and said the opening words: "Welcome everyone to the world of seven days and seven nights."
After saying this, she shook her pigtails in a pretentious manner.
"This game is called Dragon, Phoenix, and Rat. Here, all children are born as triplets. At sixteen, the worst child is sent to a reformatory. That's right, you are a bunch of discarded scum."
They are all experienced players and know that the so-called transformation camp is definitely not a good place to go.
"But there's always a way out," the little girl said with a smile, "Every year, there are five spots available in the reformation camp. The best-reformed children are selected and sent back to society to become 'high-ranking citizens.'"
Where there are high-ranking citizens, there are naturally low-ranking citizens. Without waiting for the player to ask, the little girl thoughtfully explained, "Low-ranking citizens will be collectively destroyed at the age of twenty. After all, the world's resources are limited, and only the best are qualified to use them."
She clapped her hands, and everyone instantly had an ID card in their pocket. The name and gender remained the same, the only thing that changed was the age, which was sixteen.
"Follow me."
The little girl was walking in front with a lantern in her hand. She liked to kick stones as she walked, and her pace was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
In front of us is a large iron gate covered with rust.
A man in work clothes stood at the door, with a dozen boys and girls standing neatly behind him.
"Principal Long." The little girl greeted him.
A smile flickered across the stern face of the workman. He turned to look at the children behind him and said, "Don't underestimate your young age. You're a renowned child prodigy. You could write poetry at the age of two and essays at the age of three. Since you've been doing well recently, I'm giving you a chance to meet me in advance."
Everyone had a wooden face and numbly bowed: "Thank you, Principal."
Sur, who was repeatedly targeted, shook his head... It was normal for the host to have an identity in the dungeon, but the character setting of a genius prodigy sounded really awkward.
The little girl didn't know what he was thinking, so she slightly turned aside to expose him completely. "They are the newest students to enter the reformation camp. I met them on the road and took them here."
Then he introduced the man in overalls to the players: "This is Principal Chen."
In silence, Ji Heng said respectfully, "Hello, Principal Chen, it's my honor to meet you."
Principal Chen gave a perfunctory "hmm," but the disgust in his eyes was less. He looked past Ji Heng and spoke harshly to the other players, "What are you doing standing there, a bunch of wood?"
Following Principal Chen into the reform camp, we found street lights installed on both sides of the road, which made visibility much better.
It is called a reform camp, but in fact it looks like an ordinary school, with buildings and a playground.
Suer was still thinking about what the host had just said. If they didn't become high citizens, they would be destroyed at the age of twenty. This should be a death sentence. But their current status was only sixteen years old. If they didn't make the high citizen list in the first year, could they continue to live there for a few more years?
Turning back, he saw the little girl walking at the end of the group. Su Er slowed down his pace and walked side by side with her: "Excuse me..."
"Don't even think about climbing into my bed, don't even think about ghost marriage, and don't even think about being my godfather!" The little girl said with a vigilant look: "Remember, the minimum is three years, and the maximum penalty is death!"
Su Er had no way to defend himself.
The little girl held the lantern horizontally with her arm, making sure it was an arm's length away, and kept a close eye on Sur with her dead fish eyes to prevent him from doing anything out of line.