When the protagonist of an abused novel penetrates into a sweet essay

[System: Xinkeng "Real Game", tags, abuse text. 】

[System: Warning, warning, the plot is forcibly deleted, and the author's document is reset to zero. 】

[System: Intrusion warning... Intrusion warning... Intrusion...]

In the narrow locker, there are two people crowded together.

"Is it here?"

"I didn't see it...go over there and have a look!"

"The game is 10 minutes away, fuck..."

There were footsteps running past the locker in a hurry, and the shadow under the light passed through the gap of the locker. The person hiding did not dare to be rude, and was forced to shrink into another person's arms with his eyes tightly closed.

After the corridor became quiet again and there was no other movement, the people in the lockers let out a long sigh of relief.

The thin and tall man struggled slightly, his feet were numb, the space was too narrow, even though both of them breathed lightly as much as possible, the scorching breath was still lingering on the sides of their faces, which made people feel extremely awkward and awkward.

Especially when the other party is that Yu-Gi-Oh... Zhong Quan.

The tall and thin man licked his lips, but he didn't notice that the eyes of the man staring at him burst out with lust. The tall and thin man wanted to leave here at this moment, but he just moved a little before he was grabbed by the waist by the man .

The man's broad palms hugged the tall and thin man tightly, and the body that was forcibly pulled closer felt the other's hot desire-desire, which is something all men understand, and it was right at the base of the tall and thin man's thighs.

"Hao Le." The imposing man spoke softly and nicely, "Your name is Hao Le, right? The game number...008?"

Hao Le didn't expect that this "Game King" actually knew him.His points don't rank very well in the "real game".

"It's me." Hao Le nodded his head away. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that "Game King Zhong Quan" was about to speak in his ear.

Hao Le's knees were a little weak, he didn't dare to look at the other person, so he said hastily: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect someone to be in the locker, and it was too late when I wanted to go out...Well, I didn't lure people here on purpose. "

Zhong Quan smiled lowly, the laughter shook his chest, and made a pleasant magnetic voice: "It's okay, 'Real Game' is just like this to be exciting."

Hao Le found that he couldn't resist Zhong Quan's voice. His goosebumps were raised layer by layer, and his scalp was numb because of the sound of the other party approaching.

He said: "They're gone, that... can you let me go?"

"No." Zhong Quan had a good time, "You have also seen my situation, sorry, can you wait for a while?"

Hao Le: "..."

Hao Le was a little embarrassed, and his ears turned red: "Okay...Okay."

After all, it was such a small locker, so it was inevitable for the two of them to have such a physiological reaction when they were close together.

Hao Le comforted himself in his heart: don't think too much, don't think too much.

"There are less than 5 minutes." Zhong Quan said, "Let's just wait here and wait for the game to end."

"Is this okay?" Hao Le said, "Will I delay you..."

"Nothing." Zhong Quan said with a smile, "I didn't plan to do anything today."

Hao Le was still very curious about the legendary Yu-Gi-Oh. After hearing this sentence, he finally couldn't help but look up at Zhong Quan: "You...don't plan to upgrade your score?"

"No." Zhong Quan stared at Hao Le's eyes. The light in the locker was dim, with only a faint light shining through the cracks. Hao Le's eyes were shining brightly, with pure curiosity, which made Zhong Quan smile. Even more profound, "I didn't expect to meet you here, this is also fate."

"Huh?" Hao Le was taken aback.

Zhong Quan didn't explain much, but hugged him tighter: "When the game is over, can you have a meal with me?"

Hao Le: "...huh?"

10 minutes is up.

Both Zhong Quan and Hao Le heard the notification that the game was over, and the broadcast in the corridor also rang: "This month's 'real game' is over, and the new leaderboard scores will be counted and ranked within 24 hours. Already The names of dead players will be canceled by the system, and injured players can go to the nearest hospital for diagnosis and treatment, and there are still 24 days before the next 'real game' starts."

The big red countdown to the start of the game lights up on the big screens all over the city, and the game leaderboard data on the big screens in the square is cleared, and it starts to refresh statistics this month.

After Zhong Quan's little brother died down, Hao Le finally got out of the locker.He was sweating all over, and he pulled the neckline at this time, and the delicate collarbone was looming under the shirt, which attracted Zhong Quan to look over.

Hao Le didn't notice it, he worriedly checked the player's death list with his mobile phone.

After flipping through more than ten pages, Hao Le was relieved when he didn't see the familiar ID.

"Looking for someone?" Zhong Quan glanced at his phone.

"Ah..." Hao Le was a little embarrassed, "My friend."

Zhong Quan's smile slowly disappeared, and he said expressionlessly, "Who is it?"

"Huh?" Zhong Quan's attitude was too strong, which made Hao Le's heart tighten. Although he was a little reluctant, he still replied, "You may also know, 'Game Master Zhan Nan'."

Zhong Quan's expression didn't improve at all, as if he had known for a long time: "Last month, he was ranked below me."

"Last month was above you." Hao Le whispered.

He frowned, dissatisfied that Zhong Quan underestimated Zhan Nan like this, Zhan Nan is such a good person, he has been playing with him since the first time he entered the game, although he has not seen Zhan Nan in reality until now appearance.

In other words, he and Zhan Nan are now in the so-called "netizen" stage.

Zhan Nan is the young master of Zhanjia Group and owns 30% of the equity of "Real Game".

However, the developer of the "real game" is the "Game King Zhong Quan" in front of him. The Zhong family and Zhong Quan personally own 60% of the equity in the "real game".

Hao Le is just an ordinary player, and it is not easy to become friends with a boss like Zhan Nan, and he dare not say anything more to this "Game King".

He hurriedly turned around to leave: "I still have something to do, so I'll go first, goodbye."

Zhong Quan was dissatisfied: "We agreed to have dinner together."

Hao Le: "..." Who told you that!

Hao Le felt that Zhong Quan was really unreasonable, and he was far worse than Zhan Nan's gentle gentleman.

Zhong Quan seemed to know what Hao Le was thinking about, he smiled again and made a gesture of invitation: "Let's go, I've booked your favorite restaurant."

Hao Le: "...how do you know which restaurant I like?"

Zhong Quan didn't explain, and waited until Hao Le was unwilling to walk into the elevator, he said: "I noticed you as soon as you got online, ID008, title 'Mengxin Hao Le'."

Hao Le: "..." This title is far behind Zhan Nan's 'Game Master' and Zhong Quan's 'Game King'.

YouQi was a bit...embarrassed when Zhong Quan said it himself.

The title of "real game" is divided into levels, which are linked to the total points accumulated in each game, the number of hunted, the number of treasures captured, and so on.

Currently the highest game title color is orange, followed by pink, blue, green and white.

Hao Le is Bai's lowest title, and his total game points are less than [-].

And Zhan Nan's "Game Master" and Zhong Quan's "Game King" are currently the highest-level orange titles.

The total game points of the two of them together are estimated to have exceeded [-] million.

"You just started playing games?" Zhong Quan helped Hao Le open the dining chair, and helped Hao Le spread out the napkin himself, and suddenly realized, "No wonder I haven't been able to find you."

"You're looking for me?" Hao Le was a little surprised, "Why?"

"Paper." Zhong Quan smiled, "Dr. Hao Le, you haven't forgotten the paper you published in "The Truman World", right?"

"Of course I remember," Hao Le was even more surprised, "Did you read that?"

"I'm glad I read that magazine at the time. To be honest, many theories put forward by The Truman World are no longer in line with our current era. It is a bit too... utopian. I usually don't read it, but that day ...Fortunately, I saw it."

"The editor-in-chief of "The Truman World" is a very good person." Hao Le said, "I very much agree with his philosophy of starting this magazine. Whenever we need hope and dreams, especially in the current era, we need it more .”

"Well, what you said makes sense." Zhong Quan nodded, and did not refute Hao Le. He helped Hao Le pour the drink. "But I think your paper is very interesting. You analyzed the 'real game' in detail."

"Yes..." Hao Le lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, he looked much younger than his actual age, he was wearing an old-fashioned shirt, his trousers were ironed without any wrinkles; his hair was combed neatly Meticulous, straight back, looks very bookish.

"But it's also this paper. I received a lot of insulting letters." Hao Le said with a wry smile, "They thought my analysis was wrong, so I joined the game and wanted to get more actual data support."

Zhong Quan looked at him in admiration: "Even if this game is dangerous? It is very likely to lose your life at any time?"

"For me," Hao Lesi smiled politely, "nothing is more important than verification, and all theories must be carried out on the basis of practice. I think those abusive letters are at least right, and I really didn't Having experienced 'real games' first-hand, then my arguments must not be objective."

Zhong Quan took a sip of his wine and stared at Hao Le's ruddy lips. After a while, he said, "I like your paper very much."

Hao Le was surprised: "I thought that as a game developer, you would be even angrier..."

"On the contrary," Zhong Quan shook his head, "I think what you said is very reasonable. My original intention of developing games was just to make money. The current population is too large to handle, and all resources are being exhausted. Everything that happens in the 'real game' is sanctioned by the law, and it's sort of a legitimate population clearing. It's necessarily anti-human rights, and as an academic, I'm not surprised you're going to talk about it."

"The game is played for seven days every month, and everything within the designated map range of the game will be ignored by the law." Hao Le said, "Hunting others, seizing other people's property, or looking for the treasure designated by the game can make players Bonus points, these points can be exchanged for cash or real resources at a rate of 10:1.”

Hao Le stopped the knife and fork, paused and said, "You have catalyzed humanity."

"Participants are all voluntary." Zhong Quan shrugged, "Sign a legal game voluntary agreement, and everything that happens is voluntary by default. This is a gamble, and the gamble is your life."

Zhong Quan said: "How many impoverished guys can live a good life with this? Because there is a channel to vent, the crime rate is also greatly reduced."

Hao Le was speechless, after all what Zhong Quan said was a fact supported by actual data.

With legal venting channels, the crime rate is decreasing every year, and rulings and trials have become a kind of game-of course not referring to legal institutions, but the actions of players.

However, Hao Le does not recognize this kind of game rules, but since the basis of the game itself is "signing a voluntary agreement", no one can interfere.

Wanting to put an end to this cruel and realistic game is to protect human rights; and respecting "voluntary" itself is also protecting human rights, and the laws are sometimes so ridiculously contradictory and unreasonable.

Ding-dong-

A message came from Hao Le's cell phone. Hao Le opened it and saw that the letter was from Zhan Nan.

Zhan Nan: "What are you doing?"

Hao Le: "Eat."

Zhan Nan: "Come to the simulator, I will take you to practice."

Hao Le laughed and replied, "Come this afternoon, I have something to do."

Zhan Nan returned an unhappy expression.

Zhong Quan ate his meal slowly, watched Hao Le send messages to Zhan Nan, and when Hao Le put down his phone, he suddenly said, "Have you met?"

"Ok?"

"You and Zhan Nan."

"...No." Hao Le didn't like being inquired about his privacy very much, and his tone was flat.

Zhong Quan smiled: "Coincidentally, I know he is eating here today."

Hao Le raised his head.

Zhong Quan said in confusion, "Maybe I can introduce you to each other."