Wulin Fenghua Record of Online Games

"Me?" Wu Xin looked innocent.

"That's right, it's you." Tang Tayuan raised his eyebrows, "Your mother is a creature of the high-dimensional world, which means that she has a special structure that can perceive the high-dimensional world. And you, most likely inherited this structure."

"I never felt it."

"That's because you've spent most of your life in a virtual space. You haven't even tried to use your real lower body until yesterday."

Unintentionally lost in thought.

Seeing this, Tang Tayuan was not in a hurry, and said directly to the others: "There will be no results if we continue to discuss, let's disband today."

Shen Laosan agreed: "The meeting is over."

As a result, the official discussions ended, and each of them divided into groups to discuss private matters.

The so-called grouping means that everyone formed a long line in front of Tang Tayuan.

Today's Tang Tayuan, as always, encounters the tiresome stardom.

"What kind of line are you in? Come here unintentionally, and the others will go." Tang Tayuan looked at the long line with disgust.

"Uncle Yuan, you are biased!!" Mo Zhishu used his villainous fish face to shamelessly show off his cuteness.

Tang Tayuan pulled Wuxin behind him with a stern face, and drove away the others: "I'm partial to him, so I won't accept it and come to fight."

Fu Jiudeng made up the knife at the right time: "Uncle Yuan, with your combat power, you can't control the scene."

Shen Laosan expressed contempt for Fu Jiudeng's brain circuit: "Dare to fight him, it directly means you lose."

"Then what do you want?" Fu Jiudeng's eyes sparked with murderous intent again.

Tang Tayuan patted the table: "You two have to find some plausible reasons if you want to fight! For example, the matter about Lu Anlou is enough for you to go out and have a good fight."

It's okay not to mention it, but when Lu Anlou was mentioned, Shen Laosan's expression changed: "Hey, the surname is Fu, come out and explain clearly to me."

"It just so happens that I want to ask you for clarification!"

Number of people in meeting room - 2.

Dusk took a look at Tang Tayuan's face, and waved his hands wittily: "I'll catch up with you when I have time, Uncle Yuan. Seeing how you look today—"

Tang Tayuan aimed at Dusk and released an interrupting skill: "Shut up and walk quickly."

There are three people left in the conference room.

Mo Zhishu still looked at Tang Tayuan eagerly, as if he had a lot to ask.

Tang Tayuan was silent for five seconds, then pulled Wuxin away, leaving Mo Zhishu alone in the cold wind of the conference room.

Behind the mountain, a weather-beaten small gazebo.

Outside the pavilion are continuous mountains and thin mist, and in front of the pavilion are winding stone paths.

Wuxin was walking with his tree-root-like lower limbs in different ways, while Tang Tayuan followed Wuxin's pace and walked leisurely.

Walking into the pavilion, the two sat down side by side.

"Uncle Yuan, why do I always have the illusion that the whole world is my rival in love?"

"Well, it's an illusion."

"You, who are so full of stars, actually like me, always makes me feel a subtle sense of luxury."

Tang Tayuan smiled, as if a spring breeze caressed his brows and eyes: "You look down on yourself too much, young man, be more confident."

Wuxin was still frowning: "Is there anything I can be confident about?"

"The combat power is a bit."

"But I always feel that my combat power is useless at all, especially in the current situation."

Tang Tayuan thought about it seriously: "This is indeed the case at this stage. However, the reason I like you has never been because of your combat effectiveness."

"Is that a tacit agreement?"

"It's as if we had a tacit understanding."

"..."

Seeing Wuxin's indescribable expression, Tang Ta smiled unkindly: "I like all pure things. Unfortunately, in the dangerous world, there are very few people who can still maintain a pure heart."

Wuxin turned her head to look at the clouds outside the gazebo: "Then... what if you meet someone more pure than me?"

"I will like it, but only like it."

Wuxin was stunned for a moment, then looked away: "I will reluctantly accept this answer."

"Speaking of..." Tang Tayuan stretched out his hand to lift Wuxin's temple hair, "I haven't heard you tell me why you like me."

Wuxin thought about it for a long time, and then said: "The most attractive trait in you is probably the contradiction. You pay attention to everything around you, but you don't pay special attention to anything, and I am just one of them."

"Ah, here it comes again." Tang Tayuan rubbed Wuxin's hair angrily, "I really want to find a 20-year-old chicken soup collection to pour you down."

"chicken soup?"

Tang Heyuan stroked his forehead and began to talk to himself: "Is it because the times are different, or is it that I have a communication barrier with people all over the world? It's okay to play jokes that no one can understand, why even the word chicken soup makes people feel uncomfortable?" Don't understand?"

Wuxin was still dumbfounded: "So what exactly is chicken soup?"

Tang Tayuan thought for a while, and explained: "A bunch of sentences or stories, the kind that tell people that as long as they work hard, they will surely succeed."

"Eh?" Wuxin was still puzzled, "Why do I feel that this is not right?"

"No, but you need it." Tang Tayuan rubbed Wuxin's forehead with his fingertips, "More than half of a person's success depends on luck, and you have already satisfied the part that depends on luck, so you almost have to work hard."

"Oh..." Wuxin replied, then suddenly thought of something, and narrowed her eyes, "Uncle Yuan, I heard that you used to be rich, powerful, extremely smart and handsome enough to fascinate all living beings, but in the end because you have no ambition to make any progress Didn't even finish high school, addicted to games and wasted life..."

"Are you deliberately contradicting me, a loser?" Tang Tayuan twitched the corners of his mouth.

Wuxin shook his head: "No, no, I was just thinking, what is the definition of success. In the game of life, there is no task goal displayed on the task interface, right? Correspondingly, it is impossible to judge success or failure, isn't it?"

"Goals are all set by people. I set my goal in life to eat and wait for death, but accidentally destroyed the world. Isn't this a complete failure?"

"If you want to destroy the world, I seem to have a pot."

Tang Tayuan smiled: "Don't work hard when you have trouble? Hurry up and complete the awakening story of your life, the final battle is ahead."

Wuxin was stunned again: "I'm stuck on this task and can't make it through."

"What you have is not a mission, but a loophole in the game of the earth. It depends on the creativity to what extent you can use the loophole of the game."

"I don't know where to start."

Tang Tayuan thought for a while, and said, "Do you still remember that in the game, we opened up various dungeons together?"

"remember."

"Just like that, keep observing, try again and again, and solve problems little by little in practice." Tang Tayuan looked seriously into Wuxin's eyes, "There are thousands of paths to the goal, you just need to find any of them. One is enough. Even if you find it too difficult, there are still a group of people who can help you."

"Uncle Yuan..."

"Ok?"

Wuxin looked at Tang Tayuan with a complicated face: "Why are you always encouraging me, and not me encouraging you?"

Tang Tayuan thought about it seriously: "It should be because I am older than you and have experienced more things."

"I have been accepting your help, will I be unable to be independent for the rest of my life?"

"Independence or non-independence is just a way of life. Since you choose to be with me, why should you consider independence?"

Wu Xin was silent for a long time, and finally made up her mind, reaching out her hand to Tang Tayuan: "Uncle Yuan, let's open up wasteland together for the plot copy of 'Life Awakening'."

"Okay." Tang Tayuan held Wuxin's outstretched hand.

Unintentionally give a gentle and firm grip.

Dungeon land reclamation, start!

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The author has something to say:

Wuxin: There should be a book here.

Uncle Yuan: Nonsense!Nothing!

Wuxin: There is no "thing", there is this.

Uncle Yuan: It is pure nonsense to declare again that you are unintentional!

Author: All right, all right, here is Schrödinger's notebook.