[Comprehensive] Playing off again

The time for this year's hunter exam has passed, so I can only apply for next year's exam.

Elan has an indifferent attitude towards this. If it wasn't for the occasional need to go out with Ilmi to do tasks, he could have slept through the year.

Although it's about the same now.

When Mi Ji came to look for "El", the other party was lying on Sanmao's body, holding a notebook.

Are you playing games again?

Elam was looking at a world map.

The seemingly large area is actually only a small part of the world.So, no one has discovered the outside world, or is it that the insiders blocked the news, and some people have already gone out to explore?Starting from the variety of mind abilities, the latter seems more likely.

Miji poked Elan, "Can you be so fascinated by looking at a map?"

He has been standing there for 2 minutes.

Elan hugged the child into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and scrolled the mouse to switch pages with the other, "I was filling out the application form for the hunter exam."

Of course, hunter exams can also be registered online.

Mi Ji looked at the application page he found, "Is the hunter exam interesting?"

Elan thought about it and said, "It has something to do with the current examiners, and the questions are all given by them. If you encounter music hunters and food hunters, even your father will probably be rejected."

Mi Ji's eyes widened, "Father too?"

"A killer is not good at everything." Elan pinched his face, "Not every situation can be solved by violence." He gave a desperate example, "If you are as powerful as Dad now, but Mom is crying and telling you to wear a skirt, what do you do?"

Mi Ji: "But Dad...!"

He imagined Shiba in a skirt, and the picture was so beautiful.

As if guessing what Mi Chi was thinking, Elan rubbed his face again and started modeling on the computer.Miji watched in amazement as the complex 3D model was rapidly formed under his hands, and what finally appeared on the screen was a young man with long black hair, whose features were very obvious——

"Big brother?"

"Well, Ill fans look like this when they grow up." Elan said while showing the front, side and back of the model, "Look, even if you grow up, you can look pretty as a girl, right? ?”

Mi Ji was a little dazed, nodded with straight eyes.

The icon in the lower right corner of the screen flickered, and someone was looking for it in the chat group.

Elan, who casually cast a little psychological shadow on the children, clicked on the icon.

He joined a high-quality chat group—following the group number from Xia Ke, as a university professor.That's right, this is a mutual help group that looks very ordinary at first glance, most of the people who are active in it are people with special skills, and, I don't know what kind of coincidence, the people in this chat group are not very simple.

In other words, there are no ordinary people in the traditional sense at all.

Information dealers like knights, young masters of gangsters, extreme environmentalists, etc.

Now he is looking for extreme environmentalists.

This doctor who always believes that human beings are a natural cancer and is determined to invent a virus that can exterminate all human beings behaves like ordinary people when communicating with people. If Elan hadn't hacked his computer, he wouldn't have known The other party has such a genius idea. "D, do you know which university offers online correspondence archaeology? The one that teaches from the basics."

Playing the profession of a professor, Elan typed and responded, "What do you mean by 'basic'?"

"Ah, I don't know either." There was a pause, and the next sentence was sent after a while, "That's right, a new person who joined in this morning asked this question, and you were not there at the time."

"I hadn't woken up yet."

"..."

"Don't remind me of this, I'm still at work!"

"and then?"

"Then we let him chat with you privately, did you see that?"

Elan flipped.

Ah, yes.

Since he had received several small advertisements, Elan wrote a small program, which set that messages sent by people who have not added friends will not be reminded. Naturally, the private chat in the morning was automatically ignored. "I found it, but he's not online. By the way, it doesn't matter if you catch fish at work?"

"...Anyway, just remember to come back."

"Okay, the administrator who has broken his heart."

Erlan closed the window.

Excitement filled Miji's eyes, and just as he thought, what Elan did next was to check his information based on the information left by the other party.

The God of Darkness never cared about respecting privacy, just happened to beat the enemy Hakka, and he didn't care about other people's privacy. Whenever Mi Ji saw that "El" smoothly found those heavily protected materials on the Internet, he was very excited.He also wants to be like this, to be like a master in the virtual world.

After sending a short message, Elan screened the other party's location based on the displayed remote address.Such a rough method can only give a rough range, and cannot be specific to each household, but it still has its reference value, such as the current displayed orientation——

does not exist.

Yet there actually is.

The silver-haired boy murmured silently: "Meteor Street..."

Haven't been back for a while.

Elan could feel that Kuroro was still alive.As for more information, he didn't know.

Well, if you can contact the outside world through the Internet in Meteor Street, will it be in District 1?If it is in other districts, only the head of the district may have such treatment. At the beginning, Leon in District 6 did not have internet, but there was an old-looking desktop computer in Housman's room. Come play a game of cards.

The child in his arms moved and turned to look at him, "Aren't you looking for it?"

"This person sent the message from Meteor Street."

"Mom's hometown?"

"Ah."

"So you don't look for it?"

"of course not."

Elan happily continued to black out.

It was a very boring computer. Obviously, the system had just been reinstalled. There were very few things in it. There was nothing that could prove its identity. It just stored some learning materials, all about relics.If the other party was not on Meteor Street, he could still think of him as a simple student, but obviously not.

Just have to wait for it to go online.

Elan closed the chat group and started playing games.

Mi Ji watched "El" play the protagonist to death again and got the Nth BE with no surprises, and his heart didn't fluctuate.

No matter which love game you play, it is also a talent to be able to perfectly avoid all HE endings without watching any strategy.Sometimes it is "El" who kills himself, and sometimes Mi Ji can't see what the result of this choice will lead to, but at the end of the game, he will be BE.

He wondered if the boy who was very gentle to his mother he had seen before was real, or was it because he didn't look at his face on the Internet to reflect the other party's true level?

The moon has risen.

Elan didn't stand up until the guard room was changing shifts, and Mi Chi had already gone to dinner.

Those who still don't give him food beat the enemy.

Ugh.

Elan touched Sanmao's head, the dog's eyes looked scarlet at night, maybe it was the sequelae of eating too many people.Faced with such eyes that seemed to have nothing to do with loyalty and cuteness, Elan waved helplessly and walked towards the villa where the butler lived.

This is a fully domesticated dog that has lost its mind.

It is said that it is a hybrid of Eudemons and beasts.

A dog that will never be influenced by others...for the owner, this is a good thing.

But the process is very troublesome.When playing chess with Zeno, Elan asked about this, and the result was tragic.Phantom beasts are not acceptable, nor are wild beasts, they must be a hybrid of them, and they must be brought back to raise them... It sounds like I don't want to do it.

After all, it cannot be taken to other worlds.

After drawing the curtains, thinking about it and setting up the barrier, Elan took out the food that he hoarded when he went out last time from the "half plane", set up a small table and sat on the bed to eat.

In addition to food on the table, there is also a notebook.

The complete otaku life template, the housekeeper Wutong couldn't believe his eyes when he saw it for the first time, and talked with him for an hour, making Elan think that he had met the legendary dean.

"Drip."

The icon in the lower right corner of the screen rang.

The online ID "Spider" replied to the message, "Professor D, hello, is it convenient now?"

An indigo mist that was barely visible to the naked eye permeated the room. Elan was eating pizza, the keyboard seemed to be pressed down by invisible fingers, and he typed in the input box, "Convenience."

"Excuse me, I want to ask you for advice..."

Speak very politely.

If he didn't know that the other party was located on Meteor Street, he would have thought that the opposite party was a well-educated person.

"Spider" claims to be an adult, and because of family reasons, he stopped studying after graduating from high school. Now that the family situation has improved a little, but he still cannot do without people, so he thought of the network correspondence course with his dream of university. I just came to ask for advice.

Professor D chatted with the other party in a kindly elder tone. Just looking at the content of the chat, no one would have guessed that this was actually a teenager sitting on the bed eating.

Elan finished his pizza and washed his hands with a water polo.

He was thinking about one thing.

Many models of computers have a camera above the screen. I wonder if the "Spider" uses one?

No.

It really is an old-fashioned machine from Meteor Street.

The interest came and went quickly, and Elan quickly gave up finding out the identity of the other party, anyway, it didn't matter if he knew it or not.

They chatted all night, one is a professor who teaches and educates people, the other is a student who is eager to learn, both of them respect their roles very much, and there is no flaw in just looking at the chat records.

"Professor D, is your 'D' referring to some kind of acronym?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask the full name? I'm sorry, because I once had a friend who used this name..."

Many clues flashed before her eyes, and Elan smiled. ——This is not a common language, Chrollo.