MTL - First Player-Chapter 742 seven hundred and forty

   Chapter 742 Chapter 742 "Ms. Lin Wangan."

  【Lord God World】

   "—Everyone is ready! The first player is coming back! We must prepare a grand New Year's party for him!"

   "That's right, since he's already missed it, we'll make it up for him. How can the people of Longguo miss the New Year!"

   "It is said that he will read the forum, how about we upvote the post?"

   "But will he come to the scene?"

   "It doesn't matter if we don't come, just treat us as an event ourselves."

  He Yuan browsed the forum and raised his head.

   In front of you is a bright hall. All kinds of food, fireworks salutes, Spring Festival couplets and other "first player-related items" fill the area, and the surrounding area is crowded with people, and coser who play different players can be seen everywhere.

   Simulates sunlight falling through the glass, making the white tiles dazzlingly dazzling, white light spots dotted around people's feet, and smashed by the scattered footsteps.

  Earrings, cardboard, bracelets, Hanfu accessories, figurines, standing cards, grating cards... Like jewelry, they are distributed in hundreds of booths, with a golden and white luster.

   This is an exhibition with the theme of "First Player", attracting many young people to participate, and the number of floating numbers is as high as hundreds of thousands.

  He Yuan is the person in charge of the "Number One Player" topic on the World Forum. She made a lot of money in this event, and she got a lot from the sales of peripherals.

   "Sister Yuan, this New Year's event was very successful. The casual players had plenty of points, and the snacks at the venue were so expensive that they were quickly sold out." A young woman from the Dragon Country came over. Her name is Li Shanshan and she is He Yuan's assistant.

  Li Shanshan was very excited. Fortunately, she met such a noble person as He Yuan. When He Yuan eats meat, she can also drink soup with him.

   "Well, then let people do more. Although a single product has an upper limit for earning leisure points, as long as we do enough, we will have enough wealth." He Yuan ordered.

   "Okay!" Li Shanshan replied. When she turned around, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister Yuan, actually I have a question I've always wanted to ask you... Do you really like Su Ming'an?"

  Li Shanshan always felt that... as time went on, the first love in her heart had begun to deteriorate.

   As she used the title of "Number One Player" to make more and more profits - she found that her love for "Number One Player" became indifferent.

   Rather, what she likes is his honor and name.

  —and the benefits he can bring.

   "Do I like him, is he important?" He Yuan's eyes reflected the lively scene of the scene: "So many people like him, that's enough."

like? do not like?

  ...It doesn't matter anymore, what you can hold in your hand is the most worthwhile.

  Li Shanshan gave a "um" and said nothing.

  The two of them stood quietly under the sun, the fabrics on their bodies blew with the flow of the crowd, and the decorative silver bells swayed "ding dong dong dong", making people feel that the years were quiet.

  He Yuan raised his head and looked at the center of the exhibition - there was a huge live broadcast screen.

   On the screen, Su Mingan stood in front of the dawn system, and every action he made would bring about a discussion among people.

"—He's definitely going to succeed! I don't see the possibility of him failing!" An excited young man jumped up, and the red cord on his wrist shook with a "swoosh"—this is the best selling peripheral in the venue decorate.

   Condenses the network of people's hopes in the ruined world, and the emotional sustenance woven by relatives and lovers - in the eyes of players, it is only worth 0.3 points.

   "Yes, if there is an accident, at most, some NPCs will die in the process of success." Another young man said.

  He Yuan watched this scene, as if he was outside the excitement.

  She thought, he might have guessed it on the screen too - outside the screen, there will be so many idle people selling his peripherals, hugging his pillow, painting his pictures, and gathering to watch him bleed.

   Does he not care?

   Still know, he can't control this kind of thing at all?

   If there is no such activity, it will ruin the jobs of many people. There have been adventure players who have expressed their dislike of this kind of activity in the past, but it has not been effective.

  He Yuan walked to a huge wishing wall. The five-meter-high wishing wall was erected on three floors by wooden stairs, where people could write blessings.

On the   , there are post-it notes, and the wishes of tens of thousands of exhibitors are written in oil pen:

  【I wish Su Mingan all the best in the future! 】

  【I wish the first player a happy every day, don't take medicine! 】

  【Player number one, you have worked hard for the past four months. In the next eight months, I hope to see you continue to win. 】

  【If you can meet the first player, I hope I can teach you how to cook, hehe, I really want to drink the broth you made, you can drink it every day. 】

  【The gods of Yunshangcheng are here! We are in charge of the power of the siren and enjoy the power of the soul, and you will not kneel! Little Su Ming'an, it's ridiculous, watch my dream weaving Dafa! 】

  【Huh, that post-it note above claims to be the **** of Yunshangcheng? Then I'm Su Ming'an's dog! 】

   [Su Mingan saw butterflies and mantises flying over me and thought I was Lu Shu. Now I don't want Su Mingan to know what to do if I'm Lu Shu, I'm waiting online, I'm in a hurry. 】

  【…】

  He Yuan put her hand on this huge wall, she seems to be able to see the expressions of countless people through this wall, smiling, excited, laughing...

   The bright red characters of blessing are pasted on the glass of the exhibition, and the sun shines through the thin red paper, which is extremely warm.

  Suddenly, she heard a scream from the crowd, and the men and women scattered.

"-What's wrong!"

   "Ahhh-!"

  He Yuan raised his head and saw people scattered in panic.

   A young man was standing in front of the big stage of the live broadcast screen, with a few players who didn't know his life or death lying beside him. The young man's pupils were as red as blood, as if filled with lava from hell.

   "Who is that man!"

   "What's the matter, did he use a bomb, there are obviously explosion-proof symbols here!"

   "Poison, it's poison! Poison! People on the ground look wrong!"

  Like frightened birds and beasts, people scattered.

   The young man with blood-red eyes raised his head.

"Snapped!"

   His fist slammed into the live broadcast screen, and with a "click" sound, the shards of glass splattered and shattered on the ground.

   "They don't deserve to look at you like this..." The red-eyed youth stared at the broken screen and touched the figure between the screens. A fiery frenzy burned in his eyes.

   "They don't deserve..."

  …

   "—Ms. Lin Wangan, today is the fourth day of the Chinese New Year. I wish you a Happy New Year."

   In the white ward, the lady leaning on the bed had a beautiful face and a gentle expression, her hands were folded on the white sheet, and the ring on her ring finger was slightly glowing.

   Hearing the voice of blessing, she glanced at the black-haired man who walked in. The man's face is upright and handsome, with traces of Su Changming between his eyebrows and eyes. His facial lines are similar to Su Ming'an, but sharper than Su Ming'an, like a piece of marble with sharp edges and corners.

   "I brought you eight-treasure porridge today. If you don't want to get up and walk around, have some porridge. You can't miss the enjoyment on your taste buds." Lu Changshen carried a basket.

   Seeing that Lin Wangan didn't speak, Lu Changshen helped her lift the lid of the eight-treasure porridge and handed the bowl to her:

   "This is the craftsmanship of the five-star chefs on Zhai Xing in the past, try it."

  Lu Changshen is a member of the joint regiment. To be precise, he is the officer of the Longguo deployment of the Yangtze River system of the joint regiment, and a member of the "Tianyu Department", one of the seven departments. Currently, he is in charge of handling matters related to Ms. Lin Wangan.

   As for why he cares about an incompetent casual player all day long - just because of Lin Wangan's identity.

   She has a good son whom the entire consortium takes seriously.

   In the past few days, since Lin Wangan woke up, Lu Changshen has come to take care of her every day.

   The light blue window gauze swayed lightly, and the aroma of eight-treasure porridge floated in the room. Lin Wangan never took the bowl, and her expression was light, as if she was trapped in her own little world.

   After a while, when Lu Changshen's hand was sore, Lin Wangan suddenly said:

   "—You look a lot like them, so the Union always sends you to approach me?"

   Lu Changshen's expression stiffened, he knew that Lin Wangan was referring to Su Mingan and her husband. Just as he was about to explain, Lin Wangan shook his head:

"never mind."

"I do not mind."

   She stared at the live broadcast screen floating in front of her, and carefully looked at Su Mingan's eyebrows on the screen.

   The room was quiet for a while, and Lu Changshen took back the porridge.

   He looked at Lin Wangan, she had an air of being out of the dust, as if her soul had never stepped into this world, but remained in a dust-free paradise, enjoying the air of another world.

"Mr. Lu, before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, according to the custom, people are not allowed to scold people and quarrel." Lin Wangan said suddenly: "But yesterday I browsed the World Forum, and there were swearing posts everywhere, and slandering heroes is not uncommon. As long as you strip away the coat of reality , lost their real name - do people like to treat others with the utmost malice?"

  Lu Changshen raised his brows. He knew that Lin Wangan's mental illness originated from cyber violence. This may have touched her scar.

   "If you don't like something, just close the interface. If you don't like someone, it's fine not to..." Lin Wangan's eyes were filled with sorrow: "But why...they want to slander him like that?"

  Lu Changshen was slightly startled when he heard the words, the "he" in Lin Wangan's mouth should be Su Mingan. She must have seen Su Ming'an's negative remarks - there are too many such remarks on the Internet, and there are always people who say that he is hypocritical, naive, selfish, and self-indulgent. I can't wait to use the worst words to describe him.

Lu Changshen thought for a moment, then said, "I've heard a hypothesis: Humans can see the world clearly only if they have eyes. Only if they have ears can they hear the sounds of the world clearly. Because their senses are not enough to penetrate directly into their brains, they cannot hear clearly. Other people's slander. But the emergence of the forum is equivalent to an 'extension of the senses', they can finally 'understand' others without hindrance, so they will speak freely."

  Lin Wangan was silent for a while.

   "But these words will hurt him." Lin Wangan said.

   When Lu Changshen saw this, he couldn't help but slandered in his heart - the one who hurt him the most, wasn't it you? Are you embarrassed to care about him now? Why did you go early?

   Such a good boy, who is sensible and listens to your words. He started doing housework at the age of four. You had to hit him with the piano board when he fell ill, and you had to drive him to the street in the middle of the night to freeze. Now he starts to cherish it - what's the use?

  A heart is pierced with holes, and then apologize to it, will it heal itself?

Totally impossible.

   Not to mention someone like Su Mingan. According to the psychological profiles of various experts, Su Ming'an is not a person who smiles away his grievances and releases his previous suspicions. Those who hurt him will only be remembered for a lifetime.

  Lu Changshen had a thousand words to scold the woman in front of him, but seeing her as fragile as blue and white porcelain in front of him, Lu Changshen could only keep silent.

   After a while, Lin Wangan sighed slightly.

   "Thank you for wishing me a happy new year, Mr. Lu." Lin Wangan said, "Please come to me less in the future."

   "Ms. Lin..."

   "I'm sleepy." Lin Wangan closed his eyes, still elegant. Her refusal was always soft and gentle, her tone as light as a feather.

  Lu Changshen could only carry the basket and back out silently.

   When he left, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lin Wangan on the bed—

   She was still watching the live broadcast screen, her eyes were extremely focused, and the ring on her ring finger was glowing with a faint silver light.

   "This world..."

   Lu Changshen sighed and closed the door.

  …

  【Keusta】

  Su Mingan shuddered.

   But he looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He approached the dawn system vigilantly, and if there was no news from Noah's side, he could only forcibly contact the dawn system.

  Suddenly, the ice-white ground beneath my feet began to vibrate.

   "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

  The surrounding lights suddenly dimmed, as if someone had snapped off the switch.

  —It should be Noah who did it.

  Su Mingan stepped forward immediately, his fingers approaching the blood-red heart—

  …

  【Start to take over the dawn system, please keep close contact. 】

  【Current progress: 1%, 2%, 3%…】

  …

  The numbers jumped out, AI Yeya was invading. Su Mingan was vigilant, but suddenly felt a tightness in his neck.

  “!”

   The next moment, as if something was strangling his neck, he involuntarily raised his head, the air in his throat was blocked by this sudden—

   (end of this chapter)