As for the deal between Feng Bujue and the Blood Corpse God, I'll put it aside for now.
The answer will be revealed in ten chapters.
Let's look at it first …
What? What did you say? Playing this trick again? The last time Brother Jue went to Ruo Yu's house, he didn't tell her what happened?
That's right, that's what happened …
I remember the first time I saw something that looked like it was about to happen, but it was skipped. It was when a young man was piloting the prototype robot to fight against the apostles. At that time, the screen turned black, then the next time it turned bright, I saw the ceiling of the hospital.
This feeling … is not good.
Such a cruel (sick) (crazy) (crazy) way of dealing with things, I have to learn how to use it.
Then, let's go back to the story …
After leaving the free exploration mode, Feng Bujue disconnected and came out of the game capsule.
As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the aroma of food and heard the sound of steam rising.
"Wow, I'm not mistaken, am I?" When Feng Bujue walked into the kitchen, he saw Ruo Yu wearing an apron and busying herself on the stove. He showed a strange smile, "What kind of wind is blowing today?"
"I just went home to visit my parents and chatted about some daily life …" Ruo Yu was still cold, she didn't even look at Brother Jue as she continued busying herself, "Then my mom nagged me about some things … so … on the way back, I stopped by the market."
"Haha … your mom is very sensible ~" Feng Bujue laughed mockingly, "Does that mean … you'll be cooking in the future?"
"You're overthinking it …" Ruo Yu replied, "I just think … as a guest, it's a bit unreasonable to not cook a single meal after moving in."
"So you're going to cook one meal, then you won't feel guilty about eating a thousand meals in the future?" Brother Jue continued.
"Hmm …" Ruo Yu thought for a moment. She looked like she was thinking hard. After a few seconds, she replied, "Yes."
Feng Bujue shrugged and smiled. "Okay …" It was unknown what he saw from the other party's reaction, but his smile was very warm. "Do you need my help?"
"No need. Rest well today and wait for the food to be ready," Ruo Yu replied.
"Good luck then." Feng Bujue responded and left the kitchen.
At this time, there was no need for further politeness. The two of them were not the kind of people who liked to pretend to be polite.
After returning to the living room, Feng Bujue sat in front of the computer and clicked on the Dream Company's official website.
He had just glanced at the situation in the kitchen and estimated that there was still some time before dinner. These few minutes were just enough to browse the forum.
"Hmm … compared to S1, the management and countermeasures this time are much better." After Feng Bujue entered the forum, this was the first thing he thought.
The dedicated forum server, the optical computer's automatic post screening mechanism, detailed discussion area, and topic classification made the forum maintain a lively but orderly atmosphere.
Even though the rate at which the posts were refreshed was still very fast, the forum did not seem to be bursting with posts. There was also no need to activate the time-limited posting function because posts like "Hello everyone, I'm here to get to know you", "I'll try to see if the post will be moved to S2", and "= O =" … would be categorized as "meaningless posts" and deleted by the system the moment they were clicked to publish. They would not appear on the website at all.
As for those who posted meaningless posts, after clicking the publish button for the first time, they would receive a warning email from the system. The content was: [Please do not post meaningless posts in the Tournament for the Best S2 discussion area or post meaningless posts with keywords such as "S2" and "Tournament for the Best" in other sections of the forum.] If they posted a second time, the system would send another warning email and impose a five-minute limit on posting. If they posted a third time, their account would be suspended for a day without explanation.
In addition, those who posted illegal posts would receive the same or even more severe punishment during this period of time. For example, scolding in the replies, obviously starting a war, malicious replies, brainless comments from the bottom of their hearts, and so on … Once they were discovered and verified by the administrator, they could be suspended for more than three days.
This time, the Dream Company's customer service department had received clear instructions from the higher-ups. [There's no need to be polite to such people. They're either trolls or idiots, or a combination of the two. What can they do if they're suspended for eight to ten days? Can they sue you in court? Complain? What are you afraid of? The colleagues who deal with complaints are not incompetent. Can't they tell if a complaint is malicious or not? All in all, if you encounter such people, just suspend them. If they dare to post an internal letter to scold the forum moderator, just suspend their right to post internal letters. There's no need to explain. You have to understand that if there are fewer of such people, the normal users of the gaming forum will have peace of mind and their mood will be better. Your workload will naturally decrease, and when your workload decreases, you can read novels and play games at work. Understand?]
The above was the original text of the "employee complaint" received by the Dream Company's customer service department. It was sent from the higher-ups the day before the start of S2. After reading it, the customer service manager made a phone call to confirm if it was a prank. In the end, it was not …
Thus, she printed the email, enlarged it, and pasted it on the wall.
At this stage, the entire Dream Company's customer service department's employees seemed to be on steroids. They were excited, eager to try, full of energy, and imposing … The atmosphere in the office was like a pyramid scheme headquarters. It felt like it would not be a problem to maintain it for ten to fifteen days.
"Let me see … 'Exclusive debut, speculation, analysis, and champion prediction of S2 competition'." Feng Bujue looked at the screen and read, "Hmm … 'Non-professional players' teamwork skills and ideas' … 'A real high-end strategy — a simple and crude team composition can win a high ranking'." He found the titles of some of the posts funny. "Heh … these guys are really good. The rules of the preliminaries haven't been announced in detail, and they've already predicted the finals … They've even thought about what kind of team would be able to get a place more easily … Am I too stupid …?"
Whenever Brother Jue visited the forum, he would come across many of these 'refreshing' posts. He would log in to read the content of these posts and read the replies that exposed his intelligence. His good mood would last for the whole day.
Of course, in comparison, he still preferred to read posts that were insightful and good. Feng Bujue was not omnipotent. For a game like Thriller Paradise that could be played in many different ways, there would always be valuable techniques and information that he did not know about. Players with different characteristics and playstyles would write different strategies. Some of them were good, some had unique viewpoints, and some had exclusive discoveries. They were all very valuable for reference. Brother Jue visited the forum mainly for these kinds of posts.
Just like that, Brother Jue sat before the computer and browsed the web for twenty minutes. During this time, Ruo Yu had already brought out the bowls, chopsticks, and a few dishes from the kitchen and placed them on the dining table.
After everything was ready, Ruo Yu removed her apron and called Feng Bujue, "It's time to eat."
"Coming." With a smile on his face, Brother Jue ran to the dining table and sat down across from Ruo Yu. "This looks good!"
He glanced at the table. There were three dishes and one soup. Even though they were all home-cooked dishes, the color and smell were alluring. They were as good as his chuunibyou cooking.
"You're welcome. Dig in." Ruo Yu picked up the bowl and pulled back a strand of hair that fell over her forehead. She was ready to dig in.
Therefore, Feng Bujue could not wait to pick up the chopsticks and put a mouthful of food into his mouth.
Who would have thought …
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