It was a new day. Roland climbed out of the game capsule.
He first logged onto the official game website and looked at the forum.
As expected, the forum exploded again. As the first person to complete the main quest, the threads discussing him were almost all over the forum.
"Is Roland the Game Development Team's Son?"
"Is Roland really that lucky?"
"Roland, keep a low profile. You can't take all the good things for yourself."
Similar titles like this kept appearing, and there was a sense of fanaticism about it. Being the first to complete the dungeon wasn't much, but unfortunately, the official team posted the achievement reward of being the first to complete the main dungeon mission on the forum.
It was a piece of gold equipment, and it was extremely practical.
Principal Huang was discussing this matter, and Fan Six Hundred Million was even more exaggerated. She directly opened a thread and Roland. In the thread, she said that she hoped Roland would sell the gold equipment to her, and the price was negotiable.
Roland entered the thread and left after reading the content.
He wouldn't sell the equipment, at least not now, unless he found a more practical piece of gold equipment.
Originally, this was just a matter of equipment. The players would just leave a message to show their presence. However, just as Roland was about to go offline and practice his saber skills at the saber arts club, a thread suddenly appeared and immediately piqued his interest.
"The Secret of Roland being the first to complete the main dungeon mission."
Seeing this title, Roland's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously clicked on it.
Then, he discovered that the poster was actually Hawk. He had recorded the entire process of the five of them entering the dungeon.
After entering the dungeon, they walked to the boss's room, completed the mission, and left.
Because it had been edited, the duration of the entire dungeon was less than a minute. In the end, it was concluded that Roland knew Language Proficiency and skipped many of the plot steps, which was why he was the first to complete the mission.
This post was completely adding fuel to the fire.
Many players began to express their dissatisfaction.
"Is this the use of a bug, or is it the game development team's doing?"
"Is the outcome of the game more important, or is the process more important?"
"Mages can do so many things. Aren't the other professions too pitiful?"
"Preventing cheats, loopholes, and Roland."
The players' emotions, which had calmed down a little, immediately became agitated again.
Many players even wanted an explanation from the officials.
Especially some large game guilds. These organizations would often go all out in order to snatch the First Kill of a game boss.
And now, the first person to complete the instance dungeon was actually an unspecialized. Most importantly, the methods used were not standard procedures.
This made them very unhappy.
Then, some players who were afraid of causing trouble even went to the bug feedback section of the game and desperately reported that Roland was exploiting bugs in the game for profit.
Roland also went to read it, and the posts filled up a few pages.
Roland didn't believe that no one was secretly organizing this.
However, Roland wasn't in a hurry. He had a feeling that the game producers were very resistant to pressure this time and wouldn't be easily forced by the players!
He didn't bother to read the forum anymore. After washing up, he rode a public bike to the saber arts club.
Today's weather was very good. The morning breeze was a little cool, and it was especially comfortable when it blew on the body.
Roland came to the saber arts club and happened to see Night Tide Sands serving breakfast.
The breakfast this time was very sumptuous. Not only were there noodles, but there were also buns and wontons.
The noodles were still the type of medicinal cuisine, but the buns and wonton looked very exquisite.
"What day is it today?" Roland sat at the table and looked at Night Tide Sands with some surprise.
Night Tide Sands scooped a small bowl of noodles for him, then placed a plate of buns and a bowl of wonton in front of Roland, and said lightly, "Now that you've paid the tuition fee, we'll have more money for breakfast."
Is that so!
And because everyone had the same breakfast, Roland didn't suspect anything and tasted the buns first, which tasted good.
Then he drank some of the wonton soup base and found that it tasted good and fresh.
This kind of breakfast was indeed much better than eating takeout himself.
At once, he ate in big mouthfuls.
Night Tide Sands saw that he was eating happily, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little.
A teenager next to her was eating happily and couldn't help but shout, "Cousin, the breakfast you make is so delicious, marry me and be my wife in the future."
The others laughed good-naturedly.
Night Tide Sands patted the top of the teenager's head neither lightly nor heavily. "Relatives can't get married."
The teenager put on a disappointed face.
After a very full breakfast, Roland spent more than half an hour digesting the food before he felt his stomach wasn't so bloated.
Under Qi Shaoqiu's guidance, he practiced the horse stance for half the morning and learned how to hold the miaodao's three grips.
This was all basic saber knowledge, and even if he didn't learn it now, it would come in handy in the future.
Then Qi Shaoqiu put on a dead man's scowl. "Later, you and my sister will go downtown to buy something."
"Buy what?"
Roland didn't think much of it; he just asked. He had a good breakfast, and now that he was familiar with Qi Shaoqiu and Night Tide Sands, they could barely be considered friends.
It was normal to help out friends.
"You need some materials to make your protective gear. Night Tide Sands is a girl, you go help carry the materials and stuff."
So that's how it is … then all the more reason to follow Night Tide Sands to the city center.
As the two talked, a pickup truck drove up to the side of the cement field, and then the horn sounded.
Roland turned his head and saw that it was actually Night Tide Sands in the driver's seat.
"How are your driving skills?" Roland asked as he walked up to the car.
Night Tide Sands glanced at him, then turned her gaze back to the front, and her tone seemed a little unhappy. "Do you also look down on female drivers like those chauvinistic pigs on the Internet?"
"I didn't mean that."
Although Night Tide Sands' tone didn't sound very good, Roland also knew that Night Tide Sands was the kind of person who was cold-faced and soft-hearted after getting along with her during this time, so he didn't pay it any mind and went to the passenger seat.
When he got in the car, he discovered that Night Tide Sands was actually wearing a short white dress, which surprised Roland a little.
Previously, Night Tide Sands had always loved dresses with long sleeves and trousers, more conservative clothes.
This was the first time Roland had seen her wear a dress.
Night Tide Sands was very fair to begin with, and now that she was wearing a white dress, she looked even whiter than the snow on Tianshan Mountain.
Roland's gaze swept over Night Tide Sands and then retracted.
Night Tide Sands's white dress was the more slim-fitting kind, so Roland knew Night Tide Sands' figure.
Pretty good.
Big where it should be big, thin where it should be slim.
Although Roland's gaze stopped on Night Tide Sands for less than two seconds, Night Tide Sands' ears were still slightly red.
She hurriedly started the pickup truck, using the rumbling sound of the engine to cover up her rapid heartbeat.
And under the shed, Qi Shaoqiu looked at the pickup truck driving away and let out a long sigh. "The cabbage at home is going to be taken away by fat pigs …"
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