The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

"I know you don't really think so," Pu Yiyang let the passerby put down his fist, and said calmly, "but you owe Cao Yicong an apology."

The Tyrian froze in place, with his head tilted to one side, his raised hair covering half of his face, looking very embarrassed.

It probably never occurred to him that the human youth, who had never fought back when he cursed or hit him, would suddenly punch him in the face.This shock even temporarily overshadowed his anger, preventing him from erupting immediately, so that his character stood like a silly stop-motion animation.

Pu Yiyang caught a glimpse of the red mark on that guy's face, but still felt a bit of remorse in his heart.

He didn't want to actually punch the man, but at that moment, he desperately wanted the Tyrian to stop talking.He looked at his fist, and subconsciously reached out, wanting to pat the man on the shoulder, but he missed it without any suspense.

"Uh, that, I didn't mean it either..." He put his hand down in embarrassment, wiped his sweat on his trouser legs, and stared at the translucent image in front of him, "I just don't think you should talk about a bush like that."

Slowly, the Tyrians began to move.He turned his head, looked at the passing people, and stood himself up as a javelin again.

"What's wrong with what I said?" He didn't yell, and he didn't fight back immediately, his voice was too calm, and it became more and more piercing, "That guy, in order to climb something that doesn't belong to him, you must first touch him." We moved our hands. Tell me, isn't this called self-inflicted?"

The sound of the waves enveloped them from all directions.Some drops of water flew higher and landed on the cold white cheeks of the Tyrian, as if a layer of misty frost had formed on his face.With sea water flooding over the insteps of the two, Pu Yiyang moved his cross-legged legs uneasily, as if he felt a chill.

"I told you," he sat in the living room, shrinking his neck, looking at the coastline that is inseparable from the sky, "this, it's fake." He pointed to the small house shrunk back into the background , "That, really."

The Tyrian said coldly, "What's the difference?"

Pu Yiyang said slowly: "If you insist on asking me what the difference is, I can't tell. There are some things that you can only experience by yourself. Come on, use this."

He pointed to the Tyrian chest.

"The heart of a Tyrian is in the lower right abdomen." The man looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

"You see, don't you understand?" Pu Yiyang said with a smile, without any shame, and asked passers-by to retract their fingers and put them back in their pockets, "It's not shameful to work hard for the life you want. Grass Yicong and his mother are the most ordinary ordinary people, just like most of the players in DELTA. It is because of them that there is Daiya Star and this universe. FREE may be the creator, but let DELTA becomes DELTA with thousands of bushes."

You look at him for a while, and turn your head away.

"Don't think you know everything," the splashing water cast a shadow in his silver-gray eyes, "what do you think of yourself, the savior of Delta?"

Faced with this honest ridicule, Pu Yiyang was still scratched in his heart.This person has the ability to turn his words into a knife, and he really stays online at all times.

"I'm nobody, just a passerby." He pretended to smile relaxedly, "I just hope this game is good."

The Tyrian turned his head again.

"Listen well," he said in a tone like a declaration of war, "you have something you want to protect, and I have mine. No one can stand in my way, and neither can you."

Every word was accompanied by the sound of waves crashing into the eardrums, Pu Yiyang chewed on the meaning of the words, and tasted a bit of bitterness.

There is only one coastline, but the direction is divided into left and right.So they're going to part ways after all?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, for example, his mouth is high-sounding, in fact, looking for it is for a little selfishness, and for example, he doesn't like the days when he is alone, he likes to be online for a while There is always time with someone.

The sound of the tide was too rough, and his resentment throbbing in his chest was finally smashed into foam by the waves.

Time to say something farewell.

He was still struggling with the rare feelings of parting, pulling his rationality and preventing him from forming words that could be put on the table. Before the brewing was over, he heard a soft "pop".

It's not from the game.

Pu Yiyang stared blankly at all the images in front of him, including the cold face of the man who disappeared in front of him. He couldn't return to reality for a few seconds, and he didn't react until the darkness completely overwhelmed him.

Damn, it's a power outage.

The apartment he lives in is very old, and he still relies on traditional wires for power supply. The equipment is seriously aging. Sometimes when the indoor power goes up, he will lose his temper from time to time.

The turbulent emotions were forced back into his stomach, and he almost choked a little funny.All the fluttering water droplets fell to the ground, and his sanity returned, he quickly wiped his face, took out his phone and stood up.

My legs are numb.

He limped for a few steps and suddenly remembered something.

Now he doesn't live alone.

With a glimmer of light from his mobile phone, he carefully moved to the door of the room that belonged to him, and knocked on the door tentatively.

"Boss Xiang?" he called out.

It was quiet on the other side of the door, and there was no movement.

Shouldn't he be asleep?

It would be easy if he fell asleep, he would go back to sleep and fix the circuit after dawn.But Pu Yiyang was always a little worried, especially when he thought about the person in the game, he was even more unwilling to believe that the person in the room went to bed early.

He pushed the door and saw that it was not locked, so he squeezed inside.

As soon as this leg was stretched out, he stepped on something soft. Who could be prepared for this, he was so startled that he almost jumped up.

"Why are you so surprised?" It was Xiang Hong's voice, which seemed a little weak, "If you want to yell, stay away from me."

Pu Yiyang almost thought that he had stepped on the big brother, and was about to apologize, when an extra hand appeared on his calf.

If he hadn't just been stimulated, he probably would have to jump high on the spot again.

"Light." A word popped out of Mr. Xiang's mouth.

At the same time, Pu Yiyang felt that the hand on his leg was a bit strong, and thinking of Xiang Hong's old problem, he was afraid that the other party would have another attack after staying in the dark for a long time, so he hurriedly offered the phone with both hands.

When the light swept over, he saw that Xiang Hong was sitting on the ground again.The thing he just stepped on was about the length of a human being. It was white and elastic, and if you looked closely, it seemed to have a human face printed on it.

He didn't remember having it in his room before.Pu Yiyang thought with lingering fear, if the first thing he saw when he entered the door was not to step on it, but to stare at it, he would probably be scared and lie down.

When he unknowingly moved the light source, Xiang Hong moved again, pulled the thing from under his feet very quickly, and threw it far away.

This time, he was sure that Xiao Xiang always brought this thing.

There was a hand on his leg, and he couldn't move it if he wanted to. This room must have been remodeled by Xiang Hong, and he wasn't sure that apart from that thing, there was always something Xiao Xiang didn't want him to see, so he could only stare at the ground, saying nothing. Find something to say: "Mr. Xiang, what were you doing just now?"

Xiang Hong said two words: "Sleep."

Pu Yiyang moved his other leg a little, and the toe of his toe just touched something like a computer mainframe in front of Xiang Hong, and it was hot.

Xiang Hong: "..."

Xiao Xiang always turned his head away silently, denying to the death that he was playing a game.

Pu Yiyang felt that the temperature on his calf was getting hotter and hotter, and he thought that he couldn't stick it at the door of the room like a Dinghaishen needle like this, and found another idea: "Mr. Xiang, I want to cook some supper .”

Xiang Hong said "oh", but didn't let go of his hand.

Pu Yiyang lowered his head and asked for instructions: "It's for two people, Mr. Xiang, you can do what you can, why don't you come and have a meal with me?"

Xiang Hong was finally willing to give him back his freedom.

The thin light seemed to be a belt, firmly binding Xiang Hong to Pu Yiyang's side.As the only light source, Pu Yiyang kept using it to illuminate various places, clearing the way, looking for cabinets, rummaging for food, and throwing it on the table... As the mobile phone changed positions in his left and right hands, the other person followed suit, walking around Follow him around.

Pu Yiyang looked at his hand, thinking maliciously, why it seems that what he is holding is not a mobile phone, but a cat teaser.

I didn't expect that there would be such an advantage in using an old physical phone. If they were like the rich Mr. Xiao Xiang, using an air-screen mobile phone to bind a computer, the power outage would cause them both to lose their eyesight.

A few minutes later, a plastic bowl was placed on the coffee table in the living room, and there were a few noodles in the bowl.

"The water isn't hot enough," Pu Yiyang struggled to stir the bowl with his chopsticks, but he didn't have unicorn arms, so he couldn't generate heat by stirring quickly. "Maybe it's half-moist and crispy noodles, just eat it."

Xiang Hong: "I don't remember hiding this in your house."

He was right, all the Coke instant noodles and other stocks in Pu Yiyang's house, these good partners who have been with their master for many years, were all sacrificed under Wu Xuechun's ruthless sweep last weekend.

Pu Yiyang recalled the box of instant noodles he hid behind the refrigerator again.Ten flavors for you to choose.There is also a Thai-style raw meat salad that is limited in flavor. It took him a lot of effort to buy it in a supermarket near Jiangda University. Clear out the house.

If he hadn't really run out of ammunition and food, he wouldn't have secretly bought a new bag from the convenience store and brought it back in his pocket at noon.A temporary choice in desperation is not like a carefully selected old partner.

"That's all," faced with Mr. Xiang's questioning, he raised his chopsticks and swore to the sky, "I promise that no one will slip through the net again."

Xiang Hong glanced at the bowl and said coolly, "For two?"

Pu Yiyang smiled awkwardly, and pushed the bowl towards Hong: "I'm actually not that hungry."

Under his eager gaze, Mr. Xiang finally raised another pair of chopsticks and tasted the noodles.

"Tsk", Pu Yiyang thought he would hear the word "garbage" from that person's mouth, but he didn't expect the next words to be, "It's not that bad."

He couldn't hold back any of it, and smiled openly: "Yes, yes!"

Xiang Hong glanced at the young man who was smiling brightly, and couldn't help stuffing another mouthful.

"But it's still rubbish..." When the words came to his lips, he still turned a corner, "It's not healthy. Eat less in the future."

As he spoke, he put down his chopsticks, looked ahead, and pushed the bowl towards Pu Yiyang.

Pu Yiyang happily picked up the bowl, slurped his favorite hot and sour noodles, and slurped up the soup. When he was almost finished, he turned around and saw Xiang Hong looking at him.

He put down the bowl in a daze.

"It's really so delicious?" Xiang Hong asked.

Pu Yiyang: "It's...not bad."

Xiang Hong frowned: "You are happier than lunch."

Pu Yiyang said in his heart, if you stare at me like that, who can eat it?

For example, now, he can't eat anymore.

"That's..." The instant noodles he just ate were hot in his stomach, and his lips moved habitually, "It's a bright day, Mr. Xiang, you're so pretty."

Xiang Hong: "..."

Pu Yiyang's heart skipped a beat, and he complained that the light was too dark, and he could only see the outline of a human face at most, Xiao Xiang's mood became even more Schrödinger.

"Just talk nonsense." After a while, Xiang Hong said lightly in a tone that I don't care about you today, and leaned his head back on the sofa.

Pu Yiyang keenly sensed that something was wrong with that person.

At this time, President Xiao Xiang was obviously pretentious about something, and this matter was so important that he forgot to argue with himself.

He pushed aside the instant noodles and bowls and chopsticks, turned his head, looked at the person with closed eyes in the dark, and had a question in his heart.

Perhaps, it's time to pierce the already crumbling mask.