I rely on my face to pretend to be poor in the world of infinite flow

For interstellar humans who pursue strength, any adventure is worthwhile.

Despite the warning from the security bureau to ban the game, the game square has nowhere to go at the moment, and everyone is everywhere.

The three sides of the square are surrounded by woods and roads. It looks like a normal city, but no one tries to go out.

Because there is a simple and mysterious city gate inside the square, the gate is closed tightly, and there is a vacuum area that no one seems to be able to approach.

Obviously here is the key.

Everyone stood on the square, communicating with people they knew well, while paying attention to the situation at the gate of the city at any time, waiting for the arrival of 12 o'clock.

The ear-piercing noise came from the crowd under such circumstances.

The first group of people who boldly entered the game after seeing the abnormality of the terminal at 8:[-] in the morning have been waiting until now. The wait of almost three hours is unimaginable for the impatient interstellar people.

There are so many people in this situation, some friction and troubles are simply normal.

Or to be precise, it's too normal to have some fun.

Even the most densely populated square has a little open space, and curiosity motivates people to watch.

The trouble was obviously caused by three acquaintances, one with dyed yellow hair, one with flower arm tattoos, and one with exaggerated aristocratic style.

Huang Mao tilted his head and was smiling, his eyes sparkled slightly. What he looked at was an ordinary-looking young man, wearing a white shirt and dark blue suit pants, just like any ordinary young man who had just entered the workplace.

At this moment, the young man was lying backward on the ground, as if he had been pushed down and suppressed maliciously by some force, unable to stand up for a long time.

When he raised his head to reveal those water-blue eyes and bright face, the beautiful face that was too gentle and clear to appear slender and fragile, made everyone gasp slightly.

The flower arm tattoo was serious, but the slightly cold eyes did not move away from the young man's face.

It was the exaggerated aristocratic style who stood up, with a slightly artificial elegance, and stretched out his hand to the young man with a friendly smile: "Do you need help?"

The young man forced himself to stand up, and looked at the three people with blue eyes in confusion: "No, thank you, but just now..."

Those three people obviously harbored malicious intentions and were full of desire to cause trouble. They were obviously younger than the youth caught in the bullying game in front of them, but they were calm and skilled in controlling the field.

The exaggerated aristocratic style is gorgeous, with a hypocritical blankness on his face: "I don't know what happened just now, you suddenly lost your footing."

I completely ignored it, but I didn't stand firm and sat on the ground at most. How could it be possible to lie on the ground directly and not get up.

The lines of the young man's brows and eyes are elegant and gentle, too clean, and the slightly drooping corners of his eyes are not threatening, but he is not really ignorant of the world, his water-blue eyes are looking directly at him: "Someone suddenly attacked me just now, isn't it you? "

The exaggerated aristocratic style spread his hands and made a surprised and innocent gesture: "How could it be me?"

The next second, the young man who had just stood firm suddenly seemed to have tripped over something, and his legs went limp.

The exaggerated aristocratic style pretended to be kind and reached out to help him: "Are you okay? Look, it's really not me."

The young man stepped back, avoiding his hand, and frowned slightly: "The game records show that it was you and your friend who attacked."

Huang Mao, who has been watching here, let out an undisguised laugh, mocking the pompous and aristocratic style: "Hahahaha, I told you to pretend, overturn."

The first person to do it just now was this Huangmao.

The exaggerated aristocratic style did not blush, and while using the vines condensed by spiritual power to tease the young man again, he said helplessly, "I have been discovered, so there is nothing I can do."

The young man who was bullied like a primary school student was Yu Xingzhi who stood there as an ordinary player in order to collect player feedback and modify the game settings in time.

Being pushed down rudely for the fourth time, Yu Xingzhi acted like he was at a loss to avoid, but his heart was full of question marks: What's the matter with these players?

If he remembers correctly, the three players just now were very friendly at first, asking him where he came from, as if they invited him to form a team and play together, but without any preparation, they started to move secretly without saying a word .

"Why do this?"

Facing the innocent and puzzled question of the young man, the three of them held back their laughter, as if it was very funny, and repeated their tricks again.

"It's not very good, it's very happy to be skinned." Huang Mao smiled with his mouth crooked.

The flower-armed man with a stern expression and a smile on his lips stared at the embarrassed young man and said coldly: "I'll give you a piece of advice. If you don't have enough strength, don't play this kind of game, otherwise you will be someone else's toy."

Noble Feng smiled with great interest, and now he seemed to be holding back something a little shy, only his eyes were bold: "What kind of game does the little boy play like a man? Isn't it good to grow up like this and become a star?"

Yu Xingzhi: "..."

So, are interstellar people actually like this?

There were whispers all around.

"It's a player from star X13. It's quite famous. The people there are very hostile. They will kill and play with low-level players at every turn, forcing others to stop playing."

"It seems that people in other places are not very hostile. Isn't this kind of thing common in Interstellar? All strength speaks, and if you want to blame him, he has poor mental strength and bad luck to be favored by these people."

"It's just a game, is it worth being so embarrassing?"

"You still want to have a friendly atmosphere while playing games. Isn't that stupid? Isn't the game that the strong are respected, and you can do whatever you want by default?"

"He was being targeted from the very beginning. If I were him, I would retreat quickly."

"Yes," someone raised his voice slightly, intending to let the bullied youth hear, "This kind of game involves mental power. If the player dies or suffers strong stimulation in the game, it will cause great damage to the mental power. Even the irreversible negative growth of mental power, serious and even death in reality. It’s better to leave early, otherwise when the game starts, there are more methods than this disgusting person.”

Yu Xingzhi was attacked for the fifth time, pretending to avoid it with difficulty: Tsk, a good game and a good atmosphere are essential, it seems that they must be taught to help each other and love each other.

The young man who had just stood firm was once again pushed down by the joyful and funny teenagers who maliciously wrapped their hands and feet with their mental power.

In the crowd, there were people whose mental strength was higher than those three people. They lighted a cigarette in a calm manner, raised their chins and said, "Do you want to form a team with me? I'll cover you? The strength of that kind of garbage is nothing more than that."

The young man pursed his lips and said nothing, his originally undefended, clear and gentle face became a little dazed and embarrassed due to the current encounter, and looked even more slender and fragile.On the one hand, it's unbearable, but on the other hand, I can't help but want to see him fall into a more panic and helpless situation, being bullied to the point of anger but powerless, unable to hold back his tears.

When he was pushed and attacked for the sixth time, this kind of childish and special bullying was similar to the way a little boy tirelessly pulls a girl's hair, and even Yu Xingzhi's eyes showed a gleam of coldness.

He probably knows what rewards should be given to these players for the first meeting.

However, this time Yu Xingzhi was not crushed to the ground, and supported him with one hand behind him.

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