After disconnecting the nerve connection and unlocking the gaming hub, Feng Bujue sat up to catch his breath.
It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly outside the room.
Feng Bujue lived on the thirteenth floor of an apartment building, the kind that required rent. He lived alone. His parents found out that they would not have the chance to appear in the book, so they died in anger several years ago. Leaving behind a lonely and desolate main character, and saving the trouble of making up two more names, it could be said that the book had been opened and returned to the west, hiding its merits and reputation.
Looking at the time, Feng Bujue realized that he had only played the game for fifteen minutes. When Thriller Paradise was not in sleeping mode, the time in the game was two to one. In other words, he felt like he had spent half an hour in the game. In sleeping mode, the connection was deeper, and the time ratio could be ten to one. As the saying went, there was no time in a dream. If the player insisted on staying online, they could complete eighty hours of game content in one night. Of course, this meant that he had dreamt for eight hours in one night, and he would have a headache the next morning. The instruction manual for the gaming hub clearly stated that it was not recommended for players to play the game for more than four hours in sleeping mode. Feng Bujue had obviously read that and remembered it.
Feng Bujue exited the gaming hub not because he needed to rest but because he had promised to play the game with a friend. That day was the first day of the closed beta, and the server opened at 8 am. That friend was not free that day, so Feng Bujue wanted to wait for him. He just wanted to familiarize himself with the game. He did not want to level up too high and cause the two of them to lag behind each other.
Speaking of which, did Feng Bujue have nothing to do in the middle of the day?
Yes, he had nothing to do.
Earlier, he had been described as a mystery novelist. Now, people would think that the kid was one of those big authors who could live without writing, right?
Obviously, that was not the case.
Feng Bujue had some fame, but he was not a household name. His books were not bad, and each of them could be published, and the publishers were willing to work with him. He was one of those novelists who couldn't make a lot of money but wouldn't starve to death.
He had a two-page column in a weekly magazine, serializing a detective story. Every month, he had to submit a draft, and he had to submit all the content needed for the next month. If the quality was not good enough, it would be returned. At the latest, he had to finish editing it before the end of the month. The royalties for this job were paid monthly.
However, with this income alone, he could barely get by in a city like S City. Therefore, Feng Bujue was also writing a series of detective novels, which were the kind of books that cost money to print and sell. Every time he wrote such a book, Feng Bujue could earn some money and save it. It could be considered a little surplus.
But why did he have nothing to do in broad daylight?
That was easy to explain. Using Feng Bujue's own words to describe his writing and daily life, it was, "Plenty of inspiration, timely submission of manuscripts, delicacies from all over the world, hot cakes; lack of inspiration, difficult to write, a bowl of clear soup with noodles." Obviously, he had been in a state where he could not write.
This person was very easy-going. If he couldn't write, there was no point in forcing it, so he played … Not only did he play, but he also claimed that he was "collecting material."
Therefore, basically, it was a myth to expect Feng Bujue to submit his draft on time.
Every month, in the middle of the month, the editor of the magazine would carry a sword and ride a thousand miles alone, killing his way to the door. His landlady, on the other hand, used a phoenix wing gold-plated sword and a spare key. She pushed the door open and slashed as soon as she entered.
Whenever Feng Bujue arrived on this day, he would usually be prepared. He would lay down his spear and prepare for the battle. He would wait for the two of them to arrive and fight them for three hundred rounds. They would fight until the sky darkened and the clouds changed color. In the end, they would leave eight words in the sky, "Want money? I don't have it.
Well, it was not that exaggerated. Anyway, his living conditions were so comfortable.
Let's talk about Feng Bujue's friend. According to the saying, birds of a feather flock together. Could Feng Bujue's friend be tall, rich, and handsome?
That's right, tall, rich, and handsome …
This person's surname was Wang, and his name was Tanzhi. He was Feng Bujue's childhood friend. In the dialect of S City, they were called "Brothers in Red Pants." Since kindergarten, they were classmates. When they graduated from high school, Wang Tanzhi was admitted to medical school, and Feng Bujue became an idle person in society.
How strong the relationship between these two people was could be explained in two ways: facts and hypotheses. Let's talk about the facts first. Why did Wang Tanzhi go to medical school? That was because Feng Bujue was determined to be Sherlock Holmes when he was young, and Holmes's assistant, Watson, was an old military doctor, so he went …
Let's talk about hypotheses. If Wang Tanzhi was a woman, then the nature of my novel would change, because Miss Wang might have lost her virginity to Feng Bujue for many years.
In view of the hypotheses just now, and the wild thoughts in everyone's minds, I have to say one more thing. Don't worry, that was just a hypothesis. They were both men, and they were both heterosexual.
Wang Tanzhi's family was very rich. It didn't matter how much money he had. Anyway, he could live a good life without working at all. He was also slightly handsome. He was a little taller than Feng Bujue, just 1.8 meters. He was gentle, kind, and slightly cowardly. He didn't like to be in the limelight, and he was modest and tolerant.
In short, it was hard to find fault with a person like him. He was a sharp contrast to Feng Bujue, the weirdo. Wang Tanzhi could be said to be a good young man who was praised by everyone. However, Feng Bujue was often described as cynical, cynical, temperamental, and a hipster.
However, things in the world were just so miraculous. Two people like them could actually become brothers.
The afternoon passed quickly. Feng Bujue spent another hour reviewing some information on the official website. Because he had already entered the game and completed the beginner's tutorial, many things were clearer when he looked at the explanation now.
The rest of the time, he was making vermicelli noodles. It wasn't because he particularly liked it, but because he had saved the money to buy flour instead …
He was a weirdo. He actually calculated how much he ate, down to each meal, and calculated the specific number of food he needed to not starve to death. Then, he used all his savings in the bank (which wasn't much to begin with) to buy a gaming pod. The rest of the money was used to buy flour, pay for water and electricity, and so on …
You could say that he was a careful person. He actually spent a sum of money that was close to his limit to buy a luxury item (the new gaming pods were very expensive). You could say that he was extravagant, but he would never let himself be embarrassed to the point where he couldn't eat.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was already evening. Feng Bujue finished his dinner with a bowl of clear noodles.
Wang Tanzhi called and said that he had already logged into the game and had just finished the beginner's tutorial. He was scared half to death and was covered in cold sweat. He went offline to make a phone call and calm himself down.
Feng Bujue: I really envy you. What is cold sweat? I haven't experienced it for a few months.
The two exchanged a few words, told each other their in-game ID, and prepared to go online and fight.
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