Night Tide Sands was in a good mood, and even drove a little faster.
Back at the saber arts club, Roland helped unload a few pieces of sawn bamboo, refused Qi Shaoqiu's invitation to have lunch here, and then rode home on a public bike.
Qi Shaoqiu, on the other hand, looked at his sister and asked somewhat strangely, "You're in a different mood after going out for a walk with your crush?"
Night Tide Sands blushed slightly and turned to ignore her brother.
Qi Shaoqiu felt a little sad, and couldn't even maintain the dead-fish-eyed expression unique to reclusive masters.
Roland returned home, opened the game's official homepage again, and found that the officials had indeed issued an announcement.
As he expected, the officials simply ignored the reports of some players who were blindly stirring up trouble.
The game officials even wrote these words directly on the official page.
"Player Roland's actions in the game are in line with the rules of the game, and to reiterate, all actions are in line. This game world is open, and there is no fixed process. All roads lead to Rome, and you can use various methods to achieve the system quest requirements that the game system has set for you, as long as it's an ability, method, or skill that is in the game. We can't sanction a player of a normal game. In addition, some players clamored that if Roland wasn't sanctioned, they would quit the game. We are disheartened, sad, and aggrieved to hear such words … but this is actually a lie! We are not disheartened at all, but rather want to laugh. If you want to quit the game, just quit. We will be very considerate and send someone to buy back the game capsule, at the original price! Then we will sell it to potential players who are willing to pay a high price and are anxiously waiting. "
These words could be said to be extremely arrogant and domineering.
Roland had already expected a similar response from the officials, but when he saw such a paragraph with his own eyes, his heart was still relieved.
After all, this society was all about crying, and whoever cried the loudest had the privilege.
The actions of the game officials immediately made him a fan.
And the game forum was even more flipped over.
"The most coquettish official statement in history, directly attacking the players, unprecedented."
"Are the game officials retarded? Offending a large guild group for a single player? "
"Waiting for the game officials to eat back that statement."
"Although I'm not threatening to quit the game, it's too much for the officials to directly attack the players."
A large number of posts like this appeared as soon as they refreshed.
There were also some rational players posting, but they were all drowned in this post frenzy.
The number of posts was frighteningly high.
Roland felt that something was wrong. The atmosphere gave him a feeling that a storm was brewing.
At this time, the phone rang. The caller ID was eleven zeros.
Roland took a deep breath. He knew who it was.
The call was connected, and Ma Huajun's voice came from the receiver. "Roland, don't be nervous or scared. We're on your side. All you need to do is rest well. Don't worry about anything. Have a good sleep and continue playing at night."
Roland had wanted to ask what was going on, but when he heard this, he immediately swallowed the words back into his stomach.
Then, the call was hung up. Hearing the busy tone, Roland smiled helplessly and went to have lunch with his parents. After resting for a while, he took a nap.
On the other side of the distant coast, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes shouted, "Post as many posts as you can, using automated software or pasting and copying. One forum reply is 0.2 white-headed eagle dollars. The more you work, the more you get. Remember to reply. You must say that they do things unscrupulously and don't serve the players at all. They treat the players as God. At the same time, guide the netizens to kick up a fuss. Let the game company hand over the development and monitoring rights of the game to the public. Guide them to say things like 'the public has the right to know, especially this kind of cutting-edge black technology.' "
Around this middle-aged man, there were many black-haired, dark-skinned people in front of the monitors, working hard on the computers. All of them had sweat all over their heads.
Similar situations were happening in secret locations in many countries.
Of course, such things had nothing to do with Roland. After he took a nap, he woke up to find that the official game forum had crashed.
Penguin's server was now the strongest in the world. Many game companies had blade servers, but none had as many as Penguin. The number of blade servers owned by Penguin Corporation was slightly more than the sum of all the other game companies.
If even a server of this scale had crashed, it was conceivable how big a data attack Penguin had suffered.
But since the game officials had specifically called, Roland couldn't be bothered to deal with it anymore.
He thought for a moment. It was only about three in the afternoon, a long way from ten at night, so he called Schuck.
Schuck seemed to have just woken up, and his voice sounded weak. "You're too famous now. Come to the old place."
They were old friends. There was no need to say much. Roland simply hung up and rode to the cold drink bar.
Shu Shuang and Betta were both in the private room. The others were either working or taking care of their children. They didn't have time to come over.
Now, the three of them were the most idle.
Schuck didn't have to work. He was now a pretty boy supported by his wife and the head of the family with a lot of power.
Betta hadn't started school yet.
Roland sat down and grabbed a piece of cantaloupe for himself.
Schuck clicked his tongue. "Even the officials are speaking up for you. Impressive. This is the second time, isn't it?"
Betta nodded. "It's the second time."
Roland said helplessly, "I'd rather not have this kind of limelight!"
"Although it doesn't suit your personality, it's also a good thing." Schuck smiled. "The more famous you are, the more famous F6 will be in the future."
Roland really didn't like this kind of meaningless fame, but if such fame was good for F6 and their small group, he wouldn't resist it.
"Enough about me. How are things on your side?" Roland asked.
Schuck took a sip of Red Bull and said, "It's okay, but there are a lot of rules. This is not allowed, that's not allowed. It's a bit troublesome. For a lazy person like me, it's a bit restrictive."
"What level are you now?"
"Level five," Schuck said somewhat smugly. "It's easier for clerics to get experience. Just pray every day. For some reason, my efficiency in praying is particularly high. I can get at least a hundred points of experience by praying for half an hour every day. Now I'm making the fastest progress among all the Saint Samurai. Even the Pope was alarmed. That busy man took half a day off to find me for a heart-to-heart chat. "
Roland looked at Schuck's ridiculously handsome face that seemed to be getting more and more handsome and said, "Don't you have any idea why you're so efficient in praying?"
Hahahahaha! Schuck laughed wildly and narcissistically made a domineering handsome man pose, cocky as hell.
Roland's face was so sour that it was almost twisted. Betta directly raised his right middle finger.
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