Zhang Heng sent Li Shengyue back to her dormitory and received a WeChat message from Shen Xixi, saying that the pool of black liquid had suddenly given up on attacking them and disappeared. She asked where he was and what the situation was like over there.
Before Zhang Heng could reply, he received another friend request.
The name was — You Always Look Unhappy (# O ′).
Zhang Heng clicked reject, and two seconds later, the same name sent another request. At the same time, a line was added in the note. No one can reject me twice. Never! (?*? Ω?)?
Zhang Heng glanced at it and clicked reject again.
In the end, almost at the same time, the third request was immediately sent. The remark was, "Smart as I knew you would click on the rejection button. I guessed it right, hmph." (≧ ∀) (*)
This time, Zhang Heng clicked accept and typed. Is there a point?
Yes. You Always Look Unhappy (# O ′) replied instantly, and then added, No, no, no. Don't be in a hurry to block me. I will get your WeChat message from Shen Xixi.
Hmm?
You are cold-blooded and ungentlemanly, but I didn't expect you to be so trustworthy. You didn't take the opportunity to escape. Did you kill that thing?
It has nothing to do with you.
Tsk tsk tsk, I'm doing this for your own good. You don't know how dangerous it was for us just now. We were so close. Just a little bit more and we would have been wiped out. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Shen Xixi just asked me where you went after we parted ways. If I tell her the name of the person who saved us, the number of people in your Crystal Palace might increase by one.
Does your stomach not hurt anymore? Zhang Heng asked.
I feel much better, but I still have some lingering pain. I have to go to the People's Hospital to register for an emergency checkup.
You Always Look Unhappy (# O ′) replied in a serious manner. But soon, she sent another message. Don't worry, I know you don't like to be in the limelight. I told her that I don't want you to know that I'm a player, and I advised you to hide in the park. She doesn't know that you're a player too. Oh yes, I told her that we're online friends who met while playing games. You asked me out for malatang. Don't forget. (?? ▽?) ノ
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Zhang Heng replied to Shen Xixi, saying that he was fine.
The latter told him that the thing had escaped and that she did not know what had happened to it for the time being. At the same time, she reminded him to be careful for the time being. If he encountered a similar situation again, or if someone around him encountered a similar situation, he could contact her directly. She would rush over in the shortest time possible.
Zhang Heng thanked him from the bottom of his heart.
So far, Zhang Heng had met quite a number of players, and most of them were relatively friendly. Ding Si and the professor, for example, had provided him with a certain amount of help. However, this kind of friendliness was relative. They were willing to befriend other players as long as their own interests weren't harmed.
Players like Shen Xixi who were willing to risk their lives to help others, especially ordinary people, were few and far between.
Many people, especially those who had been oppressed and treated unequally for a long time, would not pursue the justice and fairness that they had always desired after obtaining power (game items and skills), and would not save the weak like themselves. Instead, they would complete the transformation from the victim to the perpetrator, and after carrying out their revenge, they would use this power to bully ordinary people who were weaker than themselves.
So what they hated wasn't the injustice, but why they weren't the one who brought it on themselves.
Shen Xixi was rare not only because of the way she chose to use this power, but also because she was willing to use her precious game items to save two ordinary people. It was also because she was able to survive until now and gather a certain number of followers after choosing this most difficult path.
After all, the number of players was not small, and many of them were as kind and righteous as Shen Xixi. However, reality was different from fairy tales. In fairy tales, justice always triumphed over evil, and light always eliminated darkness. In reality, however, a strong sense of justice and morality meant additional risks and a lower survival rate.
Those who chose this path would either die at the beginning or give up in pain after a while. Shen Xixi's persistence proved that she had an extremely firm belief, strong leadership, and outstanding personal charm.
As for Zhang Heng, he was a different kind of existence.
According to the D&D camp classification, he should be closer to the orderly and neutral camp. He had a set of stable and mature values, acted according to his personal creed and principles, and would not be swayed by the temptation and views of the outside world.
Sometimes, he would also lend a helping hand to people in trouble, but he would not put himself in danger to help ordinary people, or even strangers, like Shen Xixi, unless that person was very important to him. In short, he and Shen Xixi were not the same people, or rather, he was not the same as anyone else.
However, this did not prevent him from appreciating Shen Xixi, and he did not rule out the possibility of providing some help to her when necessary. After all, it was never a bad thing to have more people like Shen Xixi in this world. In fact, if it weren't for Huang Yu and the others supporting Shen Xixi, he wouldn't mind telling her his identity as a player.
After replying to Shen Xixi, Zhang Heng put away his phone and looked at the starfish in his hand. It was less than a quarter of an hour until midnight, and his activity time was finally here.
Zhang Heng had no intention of letting that thing go. It was obviously coming for him tonight. Although it had escaped with injuries, and its weakness was exposed by the Paris Arrow, with that thing's characteristics, if he did not take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of it, it would still be very troublesome to deal with it in the future.
Besides, Zhang Heng's school address had been exposed, and he did not want to live in fear for the rest of his life, constantly worrying that the wall would melt and swallow him.
Before he left, he went back to the dormitory to say goodbye to Ma Wei. After grabbing a few things, he went downstairs again. When he took the elevator to the first floor, the hour hand and the minute hand coincided with each other at midnight.
When the elevator door opened, Zhang Heng carried his bow and arrow on his back and walked straight past the dormitory lady, who was wrapped in a down jacket and cotton slippers. The lady was just about to close the door when she raised the U-lock in her hand, and she was still yawning.
Zhang Heng was already familiar with this still world. Although he was still curious, he no longer had the strong sense of novelty he had the first time. In a sense, it was like walking into an extremely realistic wax museum. But this time, he had something else to do.
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