Touched by Li Xiaoyuan's hope, Lou Cheng gave him his encouragement and blessings.
The "visit" of a friend he wasn't familiar with but had known for a long time, as well as the miraculous fact that both of them were in the same circle, triggered his nostalgia for the past and the throbbing of his heart when he first stepped into the ring. It was a perfect reflection of last night's reinvigorated thought of "my future is not a dream".
In such a state, he was in a good mood, a little tipsy like before he quit drinking. So much so that after sending Li Xiaoyuan to the apartment arranged by the Longhu Club, he even took a stroll along the bridge by the river. He even climbed up to take a picture of the dazzling City that Never Sleeps for Yan Zheke.
The next day, in the SUV heading to Longhu Club, Lou Cheng sat upright with his eyes half-closed, as though he was resting.
Auman flipped through her notebook, glanced at Lou Cheng, and said softly,
"Mr. Lou, you have to go to the conference room on the fifth floor at 9: 10 am. There are a few guests."
"What guests?" Lou Cheng didn't open his eyes, and asked calmly.
Auman had already prepared what to say. Smiling, she replied, "Guests from two game companies."
"Hmm?" Lou Cheng expressed his doubts with a single syllable.
Why are the game companies looking for me?
I have shares in them, the kind that belongs to the board of directors?
"It's like this." Auman explained with a smile, "Your current endorsement contract and portrait rights are being handled by the Foreign Affairs Team. They're going through the club's procedures. Recently, they've negotiated two game contracts. One of them is a console fighting game called The Great Martial Artist. They've spent a lot of money to obtain the authorization of most of the Physical Invulnerability experts. This allows ordinary people to control different Mighty Ones to compete for top titles."
"So they need me to work with them on the data modeling and the design of moves?" Lou Cheng had played similar games before. The once popular "King of Fighters" belonged to this category, so he was no stranger to the game. He already knew what was going on.
"Should be." Auman gave a positive answer and continued, "The other one is called League of the Strong. It should be a real-time battle game for mobile phones."
Lou Cheng nodded slowly and said, "Then tell them in advance not to waste too much of my time."
This kind of thing couldn't be done by an assistant.
"Okay." Auman replied calmly.
…
After morning training and breakfast, Lou Cheng changed into clean clothes and arrived at the conference room on the fifth floor on time. He saw the game company staff sitting on both sides of the table.
"Good morning, Mr. Lou. Sorry for troubling you." One of the men wearing frameless glasses stood up and greeted him.
"Of course." Lou Cheng didn't put on airs. smiled. "What do you need me to do?"
"Actually, we have already built a model based on your recent few Physical Invulnerability level battles and recreated the effects. However, as you have participated in too few battles, we are afraid that we might overlook something. Therefore, we still have to trouble you to do a simple data collection. Don't worry, it won't involve anything too specific."
The man wearing rimless glasses explained with a smile, "The other thing is the 3D model of your appearance and the design of the special celebration action."
"… No problem," said Lou Cheng after a short pause.
After a while, all the problems were solved. His unique celebration action was also set to a long howl to the sky, "spurting" the starry sky.
When the other team had also achieved their goal, they didn't dare to waste Lou Cheng's time. They all got up and left.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Lou. This is our internal test. Uh, just treat it as a demo. If you're free, you can play a few rounds and give us your feedback. Especially the parts about yourself, so that we can adjust them in time." The man wearing half-rimmed glasses bowed and handed Lou Cheng a disc. On it was written "The Great Martial Artist."
From their previous conversation, he could tell that Lou Cheng was a gamer.
"We'll send you the demo as soon as possible," said the producer of League of the Strong.
"Sure." Lou Cheng took the disc and watched them leave.
When the door was closed, the conference room was empty again. He was silent for a few seconds. Then, with great interest, he walked to the projection screen and inserted the disc into the mainframe.
Heh, I wonder what level they've chosen for me … Lou Cheng sat down cross-legged and watched the screen light up. The logo flashed.
Soon, he entered the selection interface and saw more than a hundred avatars of Physical Invulnerability experts.
Unsurprisingly, he chose himself first.
"This face looks a little stiff …" Lou Cheng curled his lips.
Then, he glanced at the screen and pressed the random button. After a series of flashes, the screen stopped at Dragon King.
"What a coincidence … Hmm, Dragon King must be one of the strongest. Just nice to compare my situation …" Lou Cheng was delighted and began the battle.
"Damn, so strong!"
"Even with my control, I still lost to Dragon King …"
"It doesn't show the characteristics of my combination of martial arts and cultivation …"
"No, I have to get serious."
…
After seven or eight rounds, he suddenly raised his arm and waved his fist in excitement. On the screen, the Dragon King slowly fell to the ground with a bloody nose and a swollen face. "Lou Cheng himself" was standing with a finger to his mouth.
At this moment, the door of the conference room suddenly opened. Chen Qitao, dressed in dark green, walked in. His gaze was cast on the screen from a distance of about ten meters.
Uh … Lou Cheng was stunned.
I didn't even notice someone approaching …
As expected of Dragon King …
Chen Qitao stared at the screen and then slowly looked at Lou Cheng. His expression didn't change, but his footsteps paused.
Would you believe me if I said it was random … Lou Cheng's mouth twitched as he muttered to himself blankly.
…
On the flight from Brutale to Huacheng, Yan Zheke put down her first-class seat and planned to sleep under the blanket.
When I wake up, we'll be landing soon! She thought to herself.
According to her original plan, she was supposed to return to Xiushan and spend some time with her family before heading south. However, on the day of the ticket booking, she unexpectedly chose Huacheng.
It must be because someone's willpower was too strong and produced a curse effect. Yes, yes, that must be it! Yan Zheke muttered to herself. She began to empty her mind and fell into a deep sleep.
After sleeping for an hour or two, she slowly woke up. She turned her wrist to look at her watch, then fell asleep and woke up again to check the time.
After a few times, she adjusted her seat to a reclining position. She took out a book and flipped through it in boredom. The number of times she looked at her wrist became more and more frequent.
After a while, she even picked up her backpack and took out some materials to pass the time. However, she couldn't fully immerse herself in it and couldn't come up with an answer for a long time.
Phew. She exhaled and looked out of the window. All she saw were the dark clouds and the light from the wings. It was peaceful and quiet.
…
In the speeding silver-gray MPV, Lou Cheng had a piece of tape on his mouth. He looked like he was about to fall apart.
"Dragon King is so serious and violent even during sparring … He can't really care about that matter, right?" Lou Cheng wanted to cover his face and sigh.
He glanced out of the window and suddenly remembered something. He struggled to sit up straight and said calmly,
"Ask Old Zhao to drive to the nearest import and export supermarket."
His parents bought groceries there when they came to Huacheng.
"Ah …" Auman was stunned at first. Then she said, "Mr. Lou, what do you need? I can buy it. You don't have to make the trip. "
"It's fine. I'm bored at home every day. I need to go out for a walk." Lou Cheng smiled and rejected his assistant's good intentions.
After some traffic jams, the MPV arrived at its destination. Lou Cheng put on his black-rimmed spectacles and a woolen hat. He walked to the entrance of the supermarket leisurely. Auman was stunned.
After entering the supermarket, he found a trolley. Just like when he was in Connecticut, he strolled through the fresh section and other places. When he saw good ingredients, he would pick a few boxes.
At the same time, he was thinking about what dishes to make and what ingredients and seasonings he needed.
After strolling around leisurely, he pushed the cart full of groceries to the cashier counter. There were many old men and women in front of him. They turned back to buy other items and gave up on some that they decided not to buy in the end.
After waiting patiently for a while, Lou Cheng paid with his phone. Carrying three big bags of food, he walked out of the supermarket quickly. He didn't look much different from the pedestrians, except that he didn't seem to use much effort.
Auman sat in the car and happened to see this scene. For a moment, she couldn't believe her eyes.
It was her first time seeing Mr. Lou like this.
She didn't expect him to have such a side to him …
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