The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

After the two-day project preparation meeting, it stands to reason that Pu Yiyang no longer needs to report to FREE, so he went to school as usual, but he was still worried all day long, afraid that Mr. Xiang would come out from somewhere to trouble him.

As a result, Xiang Hong didn't move for a whole day.

He didn't find any excuses to send him to the company, nor did he make phone calls or harass him in other ways, just as if he had forgotten about Pu Yiyang.

Being at leisure, he should be rejoicing, but Pu Yiyang always felt apprehensive in his heart. This day, his mind was distracted for longer than before, and he had to take out his phone to look at it every now and then.

Could it be that what he said to Xiang Hong yesterday played a role?That guy finally got bored after torturing him for two days, and planned to write off the hatred of "seizing love"?

Pu Yiyang couldn't be so optimistic.He faintly felt that with Xiao Xiang's persistence, it shouldn't be so easy to give up.

If he didn't want to let him go, then if he didn't move for a day, could it be that he was planning some more vicious move?Or worse, Xiang Hong somehow found out that he was just an innocent young man, and transferred his troops to go back to find Ding Miaomiao?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, scratching his ears and cheeks, hating that he had spoken too much yesterday, so it was inconvenient to go to the friendly army to ventilate.

Moreover, so what if he could speak?

Could it be possible to ask Ding Miaomiao why Xiang Hong didn't come to him today?

Pu Yiyang's spine went numb at the question he imagined.

God, what is he trying to fidget about this day?It's just that I haven't been troubled for a day, so I feel empty and itchy, or what?

He finally came to a conclusion.

This is Xiang Hong's new trick.The guy just wanted to hang him so he could drown himself in the calm before the storm.

"It would be better to kill me with a single shot." Pu Yiyang was fed up with Mr. Xiang who was always grinning in his head, and finally sent an email to Xiang Hong with a calm attitude. , Ask him how the newly submitted research plan is.

There was a reply within half a minute.

As if it was not an ordinary mail, but a roaring letter, Pu Yiyang poked it open carefully, fully prepared to see a series of "garbage".

As a result, there was only one word in the email.

The man replied, "Yeah".

Pu Yiyang almost plucked all his hair.

What does um mean?Um, nice, or um, rubbish?

When did Mr. Xiang, who is always on the verge of thunder, become so ruthless about his words?

This unexplained reply brought the anxiety index to a new high. The rain was about to come, and it was clearly dark clouds pressing down on the city. Pu Yiyang's mind made up a hundred kinds of "hmm" to Hong in just a short moment. , feel more suffocated.

Even when Chang Yuan came to him in the afternoon and asked him if he could still use his US visa, he didn't feel at ease.

"Professor Lu was the only one in the department to go to this International Computational Neurology Conference," Chang Yuan informed him happily, "Now there is an extra seat, and the department will give it to you. Prepare to prepare and leave tomorrow."

Pu Yiyang was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Chang Yuan seemed to have a feeling that the big apprentice was finally going to turn around, and patted Pu Yiyang on the shoulder several times: "Don't be nervous, the report is not your turn, just gain insight and show your face. The scenery in Seattle is beautiful, look at you I'm usually so homely, so I should go out and relax."

Seeing the teacher's happy face, Pu Yiyang was stunned and couldn't say no.

You must know that what he has done in the past few years has nothing to do with this field. No matter how you think about it, there is no reason why this opportunity to go abroad for a meeting will fall on him.

If I have to say, in his experience, the only thing that can be connected with the calculation nerve is the project at hand.

It's FREE again, and it's this inexplicable Jiasai only aimed at him.

Someone wanted him to go to Seattle, and it seemed he had to.

Pu Yiyang glanced at the ajar door of the independent office next to him, and his restless heart gradually calmed down.

He closed Xiang Hong's email, took out his cell phone, and sent a text message to the old cat.

At 08:30 in the evening, the passing log DELTA.

"Tsk, it's really late." Someone said behind him.

Pu Yiyang was taken aback, and quickly switched perspectives, and saw a shot blast you.

The two were still in the snatched spaceship. It seemed that the Tyrians did follow up yesterday, and they went online earlier than him today.

With one shot, you folded your arms and leaned against the rear hatch, and actually changed your attire according to the suggestion in his message.The heavy and shiny golden armor was gone, replaced by an off-white V-neck shirt with a wide open neckline, and gold thread embroidery on the fabric, and a pair of golden brown cropped trousers on the lower body, revealing a section of thin White ankles.

Pu Yiyang's eyes hurt while watching.

Brother, you are dressed casually, why are you keeping a low profile?

This bright and dark suit is shiny, and with the shiny silver hair tied into a ponytail, the Tyre still doesn't look like he's here to walk the rivers and lakes, but like he's going to a runway show.

Forget it, he doesn't think he has the ability to turn back the aesthetics of this local tyrant. Anyway, after taking off the armor, no matter how weird it is, he can see that he is a Tyrian, which is very different from the previous shot that blasted you.

That's the difference he wants.

When the two walked out of the cabin, they passed by and changed their clothes.Throwing away the scavengers' tattered cloak and colorless turban, he put on a white shirt, black vest, and a gray cowboy hat.The trousers and boots were still the same, and he couldn't find any replacement equipment in his barren warehouse.Fortunately, the most important thing is that he washed his face for the first time, the dust that stayed on his face like oil paint all year round was gone, and his hair was neatly combed back. At least those passing by looked like normal people.

"Looking at it this way," the Tyrian stared at him for a while, "your face is not that ugly."

Pu Yiyang choked for a while, and squeezed out a sentence: "Thank you."

What passed was a system face, as the name suggests, a face randomly generated by the system.The biggest advantage of the system face is that it has no characteristics, does not distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and is ordinary in the ordinary. Walking on the street, it can make people forget it at a glance. It is most convenient for him to mix in the crowd and be his passerby. .

In contrast, Pu Yiyang's own face still doesn't meet the needs.Although he is used to being spoiled all day long, his face is disheveled all day long, and he refuses to give up his glasses. Be unobtrusive.

Some players in DELTA will map their real appearance to the game characters to enhance the sense of substitution. For example, Mio, if you look carefully, you can still find the shadow of a seven-pointed Miaomiao on the face of a kingfisher girl.Another type of players will try their best to make the character modeling look like they like, especially those who should change their gender, such as the old "girlfriend" of the old cat. Most of them will make the characters look better than the other.

What about the Tyrians?

Pu Yiyang secretly glanced at you and shot you, and felt that his behavior was very stupid.

So what if it looks good?

Doesn't that face look real no matter what?Don't you know that the default appearance of the race of Tyre is very high?Males look at Thiel, females look at Biroro, and among the two great-looking races of DELTA, Thiel is one of them. Are you crazy about a virtual face set by the game?

Might as well read DELTA's formula book.

He closed his eyes forcefully, and told himself silently, to explode your violent character of love for fighting with one shot, in reality, he might be a mighty man with eyes like copper bells and mouth as big as a basin.

Putting on this filter and looking at the Tyrians again, he became much calmer.

The location where they parked the ship looked like a space station port, and a few steps away was a teleportation booth.

"District 29." Pu Yiyang said.

Pass by and one shot blasts you to be teleported into a small alley.

"Isn't this a space station?" The Tyrian had doubts about the sudden down-to-earth, "I thought it was a space station."

Pu Yiyang: "Look up."

The Tyrian raised his head.

The sky above their heads is as blue as washing, that's right, and more importantly, they can see towns and cities distributed in orbits, staggered above them.

You were stunned for a while, then whispered: "Dyson ball."

Pu Yiyang was a little surprised by the term "You know what you know." He thought that the Tyrians would not have any interest in astrophysics.

"Welcome to the most popular place in DELTA," he smiled, "Daiya Star, which everyone yearns for."

The Tyrian was a little confused: "I haven't seen this map in the settings."

Pu Yiyang: "Normal, because this is not an official map."

The Tyrian was surprised: "You mean, this Tyson's begging is completely made by players?"

Pu Yiyang scratched his eyebrows: "That's right. Daya Star is privately owned in the game, and other people can come here for vacation through trading, or buy a house in a good location for a long-term stay."

The Tyrian snorted softly: "It will make money."

There seems to be a bit of admiration in this sentence, but also a bit of dissatisfaction.

Pu Yiyang took a gun and went to the depths of the alley, where there was a very small door with the wooden door wide open, and a piece of rag with a picture of a knife and fork hanging on the door.

He raised the door curtain and went in. There was a long table against the wall, and there were a few glasses on the table. Those glasses had not been touched for a long time, as if they were buried in a pile of ashes.

You won't come any closer after a shot.He turned his head, and his whole body was burning with anger, as if he would explode in place if he looked at the table one more time.

This guy is still a clean freak.

"Old Lu, old Lu, I'm here for your brother." Someone rushed in panting.

His broad body got stuck on the narrow door, and he managed to squeeze in, almost hitting a gun stuck in the door and killing you.

The Tyrian took a step back, looking down at the Hobbit, who was only as tall as his chest, with an ugly expression on his face.

The old cat stood still, and the small eyeballs on its round face turned around. When it saw the Tyrian, it was taken aback for a while: "Beauty, beauty?"

The face of the one called the beauty seemed to be even more stinky.

"Hey, I'm here." Fearing that the Tyre people would beat up his good brother, Pu Yiyang hurriedly let the passerby jump out, and hugged the old cat, "I miss you so much."

"Bah bah bah, I don't miss you at all." The hobbit's purple round face was full of disgust, and he couldn't help but look at you twice after burying you, and he shot you, leaning over to the side passing by and whispering, "Stinky!" Boy, where did you find such a white and rich beauty?"

Pu Yiyang: "Uh...he is the one I told you about."

The hobbit yelled, "The evil star rookie?"

With one shot, you stand aside with your chest folded, and you have already started grinding your teeth.

Pu Yiyang smiled wryly: "Take it easy, my good cat brother, if you don't want to be shot in the head."

The old cat shrank its head, not daring to provoke the Tyrians anymore, and sat around the bar to the other side passing by.

"You want me to find a weapons appraiser," he reached out and knocked on the table, "Crap, get up and do business."

With a "bang", a person appeared behind the table, and the flying ash splashed all over the passing body.

It was a little old man, about ten years old, short, with a long neck, and a round mushroom-like nose on his thin face. He looked quite naive, like the dwarf in Snow White.

Pu Yiyang stared at the blue diamond above his head for a while: "NPC?"

Lao Mao: "Yeah, of course it's an NPC. Otherwise, with the reputation of everyone shouting and beating you, who shall I find for you?"

Pu Yiyang squinted his eyes: "Don't you think he looks familiar?"

"Familiar?" The old cat glanced hastily, "There are only so many NPCs in DELTA, don't they all look similar, so don't pick and choose, just take out what you want."

Pu Yiyang was suspicious, but time was running out, so he took out a gun and put it in front of the old man.

The old man took it with a smile, put on his reading glasses in a serious manner, took it to the workbench behind the bar, and began to beat it.

"And that thing," Pu Yiyang asked the old cat, "are they really going to gather here?"

Old cat: "You will know later if you go and have a look."

One shot fired and you interjected, "What rally?"

It turned out that he was not distracted.

The old cat looked at him, with a fawning smile on his face: "A small protest rally against brain-computer access to games is the way..."

The passerby squeezed his arm hard.

The old cat's face twisted: "I saw it when I passed by."

This is exactly what Pu Yiyang asked the old cat to inquire about the day before yesterday.He wanted to know if anyone in DELTA had a problem with the computer-connected equipment. He urged the old cat again during the day, and learned that there was a gathering on the Daiya star floor in the past few days, and the theme was more or less similar to that of Pu Yi. Yang's question was brushed aside.

Regardless of Sanqi 21, it is a point to catch some clues, especially yesterday when the Gomang incident happened again, Pu Yiyang felt even more disturbed, and always wanted to find out.

The meeting time is a quarter past nine, and there are still 10 minutes left.

He glanced at you and shot you, and finally came to his mouth after typing for a long time: "It's safe for now, you can go wherever you want. There are new boats on the 28th floor, I can tell you how to get there..."

You interrupted him coldly with a single shot: "What, you want to drive me away?"

Pu Yiyang: "...that's not what it means either."

We just met by chance, why can't we meet later?

He would never be so sentimental, he really thought that the Tyrians were sticking to him.

You stared at him with a single shot: "Until I beat you, I won't go anywhere."

Damn, I'm really stuck with him.

Call him a crow's mouth.

Pu Yiyang vaguely felt that the negotiation was hopeless, but he still had to say: "Can the crystal..."

One shot blasts you firmly: "No."

Pu Yiyang finally struggled: "That thing is not good for us, really, you also feel it? Whoever holds it is a public enemy."

The old cat's eyes were shining, and he moved between the two of them: "Yes, yes, why don't you sell it to me."

One shot at you: "Go away."

The old cat shuddered a few times from the roar, and moved back roundly.

Seeing how cruel the Tyre people are, he looked at the passing eyes full of admiration, and secretly gave his buddies a thumbs up.

Pu Yiyang felt dizzy: "Brother Yiqiang, why on earth are you holding on to the glass crystal?"

No matter how you look at it, that guy is not short of money. Even if the Tyre people make another Dyson ball one day, he will not be surprised.

"Didn't you say that whoever holds it is the public enemy?" You sneered after a shot, "That is to say, whoever can keep it is the number one in the server."

It turns out...is this logic?

Pu Yiyang once again admired this big brother's unique and rugged brain circuit.

"Then keep it," he said with real tears in his eyes, and let the passers-by raise their hands and hold the Tyrian's arm earnestly, "Just promise me one thing, please, please, don't be careless take it out."

He still has a great career yet to compete, and he doesn't want to die so soon without a place to bury him.