Waste Strong Foundation

Tigers, big cats, have a bite force of up to [-] kilograms and a strong sense of territory.

Wild South China tigers often move alone in the mountains and forests for food, without natural enemies, lying at the top of the food chain and watching all living beings, the king of beasts.

Classical literature or call it "big bug".

Such small knowledge of biological encyclopedias bubbled up in Fei Mingqiu's mind in an orderly manner, and a short video collection of tigers eating people was attached.

He didn't dare to move, staring nervously at the tiger that raised its round head to the height of his chest, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

The most unlucky thing in his short 22 years of life fell from the sky, and it made his face blurred.

Fei Mingqiu caught a glimpse of Shang Yuan's knife on the stone cutting board three steps away, and wanted to use it for self-defense, but he felt a wet touch from the back of his hand.

The tiger squinted at him, seeing that he was obedient, sniffed his nose against the back of his hand, and quietly raised his two short, round ears.

Fei Mingqiu thinks this "little" animal is quite cute - no!

Now is not the time to think about such things!

Why there is a South China tiger in the kitchen is no longer important, just a little distraction can make you lose your future!

He secretly scolded himself for being dizzy and unable to distinguish between primary and secondary, because his nerves were too tense, and he didn't hear the footsteps outside the kitchen at all.

The tiger arched his waist and legs angrily, dripping blood on both sides of his fluffy neck, and soon two blood holes appeared.

The sticky and heavy blood splashed on Fei Mingqiu's instep, but no trace was left.

It was hard for him not to care. He felt weird and wondered if he was injured... maybe the players did it.

The knife quietly grasped in his hand raised and stopped.

Suddenly there was a loud noise at the door, accompanied by sawdust and dust all over the sky.

"Fei, Ming, Qiu."

The kitchen door was smashed by someone, the whole house was humming and shaking, and the things on the shelves fell to the floor.

The man who grabbed the door frame and strode in was still wearing a linen apron embroidered with panda paw prints around his waist. His sharp and handsome brows lingered with a deep hostility, and his peach blossom eyes, which were usually clear and sunny, were full of blood mist. , Sweat hangs on the temples and chin.

Shang Yuan's voice was completely hoarse. Seeing the young man being squeezed into the corner of the kitchen by the tiger, he felt bored for no reason, and shouted in a low voice:

"Fei Mingqiu. Come here."

This sound made Fei Mingqiu dazed as if he had returned to his elementary school days.

He hummed in a daze, put the knife back into the pool, and looked up at Shang Yuan to wait for the next instruction.Although he is older than the other party.

Shang Yuan thought that only he could see the tiger, and after shouting, he regretted that he lost his composure, became more annoyed, and kicked away the tiger who was about to eat.

In order to impress the favorite food, the tiger deliberately put away its two deformed heads and howled twice in aggrieved way.

Fei Mingqiu stared dumbfounded at Shang Yuan beating the tiger violently with his bare hands, and said in an erratic voice, "Shang Yuan, what are you... doing? It's covered in blood."

Shang Yuan paused, and the restlessness like ants biting blood vessels flowed back to his heart little by little, "Can you see it?"

"Of course. I'm not blind. But I was really scared just now. When I was pouring a glass of water, I turned around and saw it sitting at my feet."

Shang Yuan didn't know what he was thinking, he frowned, "...Oh."

Fei Mingqiu looked at the tiger's wimpy tail, and then at Shang Yuan. Optimism overwhelmed fear, and an absurd idea came to his mind.

Shang Yuan was obviously not in a good mood, he hunched over and took out the lighter to light a cigarette, and impatiently kicked the tiger's back leg, "Get out."

So Fei Mingqiu looked at the bloody tiger who dared not speak out, shook his big tail at him, and disappeared from sight.

"This is your spiritual body, right? It's quite majestic, it's so big, and it's very—" Fei Mingqiu couldn't help laughing, "It's cute."

Shang Yuan raised his head to smoke, and choked up when he heard the words, his expression was quite surprised, "Huh?"

"Oh, maybe you don't call it 'spiritual body', then...'companion beast'? 'High-dimensional creature'? Don't some ABO novels also have this setting? In the case of Alpha, it is often a lion, a bear , wolves and other large carnivorous animals, and for O, rabbits and cats and other cute small animals." Fei Mingqiu squatted down to collect the broken pieces of the cup, and asked curiously: "Is that so?"

Shang Yuan choked again, put out the cigarette, and said somewhat unnaturally: "...almost. You, how long have you seen it?"

Fei Mingqiu: "Today is the first time."

Shang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Maybe I—"

"The susceptibility period, right? You are not in good condition. If you feel uncomfortable, take a rest."

"...Well. I'm fine." Shang Yuan was silent for a moment, then lit another cigarette.

The smell of cocoa permeates and rises.

Fei Mingqiu looked at the shattered kitchen door, and joked: "The novel is really a novel. I remember that in the general setting, only AO people can see this kind of spiritual body. It turns out that I can too. Are you worried that it will eat me?" ? You won't eat me, will you?"

Shang Yuan fixedly looked down at the young man's slender and fair neck, his eyes glowed like torches, and his breathing gradually became steady.

He put the cigarette case on the table, brushed the tiger head emblem on the surface of the cigarette case with his thumb, and promised in a deep voice:

"Don't worry. Don't tell Little A about this. It doesn't have enough authority to understand this, and it is easy to damage its native program."

really.It is everyone's responsibility to care for the young and fragile hearts of artificial intelligence.

Thinking of how a certain panda cried when he knew he was not the "only child", Fei Mingqiu agreed without saying a word.

What he cares more is that since he has seen many "unscientific" things happen to Shang Yuan with his own eyes, and such things as Alpha and spiritual body exist naturally, but he is ignorant, then there may be gods and monsters believed by the Qi family and other indigenous residents There are also traces to follow.

Once the myths and legends become a reality - it will definitely be a trouble of natural disaster level.

The number of players is far from enough, and the matter of finding energy must be put on the agenda.

……

No, wait, let's put aside the search for energy, the matter of building a factory to produce VR equipment for "Waste" has not yet been resolved.

Fei Mingqiu had contacted Pointer Entertainment in the live broadcast before, except for the temporary OEM, he hoped to co-operate with the other party to set up a production line.

Xiaowen, the owner of Pointer Entertainment, was very vague at that time, and the assistant in charge of contacting them has not mentioned this matter in the past few days.

Businessmen are profiteers, but businessmen are not stupid: they don't understand why their people are needed as legal persons.

Not to mention taking risks, the special equipment for "Waste" can make money with the naked eye, and there is really no need for a [-]-[-] split, unless the studio has no way to go through the formalities in China.

Could it be that the game studio that produced "Waste" is purely foreign-funded?

Oh well, then some things will be broken.

Wouldn't it be like some dead games that include private goods in the game?

Or like the Koryo Peninsula, who wants to earn money from the people of the country and steal 5000 years of Chinese culture?

Such thoughts should be quickly suppressed as soon as they come up, otherwise it is easy to be caught by big companies such as Pointer Entertainment.

Therefore, the in-depth cooperation between the two parties is almost gone.

After all, to some extent, alien investment...is also considered foreign capital.

Fei Mingqiu rubbed his face stiff from the cold wind, stood on the city wall to check and accept the project while sending out other tasks to the players, turned on his watch, and sighed softly.

[Task 100: Strike while the iron is hot![-] new recruits to join the clan!Improve the happiness of all staff!The detailed requirements are as follows...]

[Countdown: 30 days, 6 hours and 23 minutes. ]

There is one more month.

The total number of people in the internal test is almost one hundred, but he knows in his heart that it is absolutely impossible to ask all the current staff to be online every day.

If you can't do the task on time, being electrocuted is miserable enough, maybe the next task will be even more perverted:

When he went bankrupt, he happened to catch up with the annual "Severely Punishment of Economic Crimes" civilized activity organized by the Central Star Government, and he was also bound to the Labor Reform and Debt Repayment produced by the Hardworking District Court, which promotes "hard work to get rich" and despises "fishing and gnawing the old". The system... can be called mildew on top of mold.

Fei Mingqiu covered his thoughts, and repeated in a gentle voice: "Young brave man, please dig a well for me, will you?"

"Tip, why are you digging a well? Do you have any tools? What about landslides?" The player laughed, his voice was very high-pitched, but it was a bit vicissitudes.

Fei Mingqiu looked at the place where the sound was made, and his eyes changed. "Young brave man" really couldn't say it.

This was the first time he saw a player who looked like a kind old gentleman.

The nickname of this "brave man" is three words of righteousness: [Ma Binghe].

Fei Mingqiu took a step back expressionlessly, ignored [Ma Binghe]'s inquiry, and mechanically repeated to the others: "Young brave man..."

For no other reason, when he was tinkering with the common knowledge of ancient Chinese culture, he often saw the name of a great scholar: Ma Binghe.

Mediterranean, Chinese-character face, two red moles on the nose, protruding ears, likes to hold hands behind their backs when talking, and squints their eyes a bit.

When he ran into the boss, he was afraid that he would show his timidity if he said too much.