Chapter 82 New Player - Lactose

[Kermai: wuwuwu...@Gudu, dad saves me, there are a group of grandchildren who scold your son.]

He was so angry that he could not even scold a bunch of people on the other side. The cabbage decisively called Dad's foreign aid to retreat.

As for moral integrity?

Everyone in the group let themselves go for so long, who wants it?

As long as I am shameless, others will not scold me. I have recognized a lot of fathers based on my ability, and I can eat, drink, and be happy and worry-free in my life.

Others, can they do it?

The shameless behavior of Keshi cuisine is truly refreshing the lower limit of group members' faces.

[Skirt owner: Fuck, there is a charlatan that cannot be played with, but I won’t say who it is.]

[Ma Dongmei: Don't be embarrassed, what is the level of a charlatan now? I recognized the official father before the New Year, and the degenerate father at the beginning of the New Year, and after the New Year, I recognized the group members as my father. Now I still have to recognize Gu Du boss, I recognize this! I don't even want my face!!]

Seeing that Gu Du had not yet ended, Ma Dongmei's news was intensified like a machine gun.

【Mysterious Meow: It is indeed.】

[Breaking: This chat group is also called "a son and his twenty fathers".]

Four messages in a row.

The news about a "slim" dove of peace came late.

[Gudu: Cough, it's OK, it's not easy to have a croquette.]

[Great cuisine: That's it! I'll spray me away, who will be the insider for you!]

[Gudu: No, I mean everyone goes to the small black box to curse in person and help Keshi cuisine to relieve stress.]

【Great cuisine:???No...I'm not shaking M!】

[Shut down key: [Initiate a small black box chat room invitation]]

The shutdown button next to it is serious. If you can't insert these fights, you will send out the invitation to the room you have prepared long ago.

The appearance of the invitation link instantly cleared the popularity of the chat group.

It seems that the news of the Chris cuisine that is still trying to "fight with reason" is gone, and it is obvious that it has entered the small black box noodle chat room.

Wang Hao sighed and flashed into the spacious environment of the living room, silently opening up the second world.

I'll give me some big news early in the morning.

The player dies...

Originally, there were a large number of 100 million players. According to the ideas of the previous life, players naturally died every day.

But now it is the 23rd century, with medical and social welfare extremely developed, and people's safety is severely pinned. Most of the players are composed of teenagers, and most of them are only middle-aged.

There are almost no elderly players. The old man who is dying... just follows the [fast-paced] racial traits, which leads to the server being opened in just over ten days. It is simply a scorpion pooping - the only one.

Coupled with the silent propaganda of society, people generally do not actively recognize the number of people who die naturally.

I hope that factions will actively promote how many people die in society every day? Who is so unthinkable and dares to actively instill these negative views?

To sum up, the direction of discussion within players is easy to go wrong.

Whether it is "being suicide or not", the player group is very nervous at this stage, and the trust between both sides has become more fragile by several authoritative operations by the equal faction.

Some players may also want to maintain fragile trust, while others may even simply ignore the trust of the official.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao felt a little painful.

The mud cannot be covered with the wall.

Really, I still want to finish drawing a pair today, but it seems that I will be delayed again.

He stared at the paintings in the study, and his works were placed on the table.

If Tu Lan and the others saw it, they would definitely see that this was the scene of the leaders’ tea party at the beginning of every month.

The details are slightly different, the background is replaced with a garden style, and the simple lines on the girls' faces outline the smiles, which makes them very happy.

"Shu, isn't this more fun than any official group?"

"Technology is developing, and social contradictions are generally not revealed on Blue Star. Everyone has no worries about food and clothing. Can you have more meals every day when you join the player group? Or can you see a dreamy and beautiful scene like a girl's tea party?"

When he thought of the equality and materialist factions in reality, his good mood disappeared without a trace.

Times have changed, and the government is powerless to pursue many of the public's spiritual pursuits, and the people's hearts are difficult to lead.

Just like him.

Regardless of past and present, Wang Hao believed that he cared about self-discipline very much, rationality was greater than emotion, and he also had a slight moral obsession.

"Maslow's level of needs, the fourth level of 'respect', and the fifth level of 'self-realization', if you place the way to satisfy your needs on the official fart-like 'boasting' and 'promotion', then you are a pure idiot."

"Whether you are happy or not, you should not be fooled by the outside world."

Although he is a bit boasting, Wang Hao likes to describe himself as simple.

Simplicity is not ignorance, not childishness, but he can still maintain his own care when he has experienced the black and white floods of the world and the Internet. He is not so kind as a child.

There is only one ideal from beginning to end.

That is - joy!

For example...every time I see such a inferior group member, I can't help but feel happy.

"If you want to seduce players, women's sex is not good. You have to use homosexual male sex, preferably a silly netizen."

Wang Hao subconsciously smiled.

Entering the login interface, your eyes were shaken to death, and soon the scene in front of you suddenly changed.

The layout scene of the small black box has changed from the last cafe to the modern Internet cafe style.

The floor is covered by a thin layer of transparent glass, and the dark blue walls are the same. There is a playroom layout that can be used to show the 3D video, and the front screen is placed in the front of the hall.

"Big Boss, I'm going to play the movie!"

The genus cuisine standing next to the table was still wearing a white vocation.

Judging from his relaxed and comfortable expression, I knew that I didn’t relieve the group members’ jokes at all.

Wang Hao scanned the hall and counted only seven or eight people.

"Do you have information about new players? A gram-style dish."

"I'm about to say it! Everyone must be familiar with that person. He is the male host of the Star Series!"

Star series?

Wang Hao is indeed very familiar, or most players are very familiar with him.

Since the beginning of the game, the videos of the Stars series have focused on sharing information and introducing the concept of the game. The first episode of "Stars: The Story of the First Time" was his first work. It is certain that the video production team has an official background.

If you think about it, you can understand that only people with official backgrounds have the opportunity to get quotas and promote players.

"If I remember correctly, the online ID of the male host is [Lactose]?"

Wang Hao raised his eyebrows slightly and said this slightly slutty name.

"Yes, it's him!"

The Keshi cuisine snapped his fingers, and a big head shot immediately appeared on the front screen in front of the hall, which was the information he had collected.

It is a host named Lactose. Most of the introductions below say that they are not confidential and cannot be viewed.

"Look~ I worked so hard to get the information, but most of the information was locked more than ten years ago."

"I finally asked my director and relative of the Life Medical Consortium that I realized that this second generation is really awesome."

The corners of the mouth of the keen cuisine show disdain to join it.

“How hungry is it?”

Ma Dongmei happily leaned her head and asked without hesitation.

No matter how awesome your identity background is, it is just a heart and a head, everyone is the same.

Compared with ordinary people, the second generation is just an extra exchange of interests locked by blood.

Now the consortium is still playing this set.

"No, I'm not talking about the background, but what he did, it's outrageous! Of course, there are backgrounds, otherwise I won't live now."

"How powerful is that?"

When I heard the tone of praise for the kiwi dish, I was also curious.

Their understanding of it is limited to the fact that this person has an official background and is a host who is interested.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!