6th Floor
In the quiet study.
Fu Yizhi was handling affairs while Fu Anan was lying on the sofa and slacking off.
She opened the long-missed survival forum, and she hadn't been here for a long time.
First take a look at the number of dealers.
The red numbers are still decreasing, but the rate of decrease has slowed down a lot. Now the number of reserve dealers is just over two thousand, which is four or five thousand less than the original data.
There is a ranking of dealer points above, and there are gaps in the points.
The first place has almost one thousand points, the second place has a full three hundred points less than the first place, and so on.
Looking down at the rankings, there are more than a hundred players with scores exceeding 200.
From the game upgrade to now, the maximum number of rounds of the game that players have experienced is probably four.
Where do the crazy increase in points come from? The answer is self-evident.
This reminded Fu Anan of Ye Changfei, who deliberately killed the pre-cooker in the Love Town.
Thinking of that crazy guy... I suddenly had the urge to train.
However, this impulse did not last long. As time goes by, I decided to let her see how everyone completed these two rounds of the game.
After not visiting for half a month, the forum is still the same forum, but the content of the posts is completely different from before.
The posts sharing experiences of passing the level are gone, and the content is almost entirely venting and cursing.
[Just wait for that profit-seeking Li Si. If we meet again in the next game, I will make sure you don’t survive the third day of the game! ]
[There are no real teammates in the game. Zhang Zhiyong, you hypocritical villain, I wish you a miserable death in the next game! ]
[Shameless bitch, what else can you do besides selling yourself to get men to protect you? #%￥*#… ]
The cursing afterwards was quite harsh, and it was obvious that they were a group of people who had been hurt by the game.
There are also advertisements for new recruits in the middle.
[The cold world is about to be destroyed, the savior has arrived, is the death we think of real death
No, we are closer to God!
Are you still worried about the game
Are you still hating those teammates who betrayed and misunderstood you
Are you still suspicious of each other because of the camps of ordinary players and pre-dealer players
Fu Anan read it carefully and felt that there was a hint of immaturity and neurosis between the lines.
What kind of organization's recruitment is like a cult
She was watching intently when suddenly a cold voice came from above her head, "Have you finished today's training?"
Fu Anan raised her head and quickly put the tablet down. "There's only a little left. We'll finish it this afternoon."
Fu Yizhi stretched out his hand and lifted her up, as if the head teacher was checking her homework.
"There's nothing to do in the afternoon? How much can the cufflinks move?"
"Brother Fu, please stop picking on me."
Fu Anan was forced to stand up. She couldn't see her feet with her head down, and the furry slippers she had taken off beside her were kicked far away.
In the chaos, someone stepped on Fu Yizhi's foot.
The cold leather shoes were a bit uncomfortable for my feet, and my milky white skin stood out against the pure black and translucent leather.
Oh no!
Stepped on big brother's leg.
Looking at his elder brother's cold eyes, Fu Anan felt that he was in trouble.
"Fu, Brother Fu."
Fu Yizhi stared at Fu Anan's feet, his eyes stayed on them for two seconds, and then he said lightly,
"Stuttering?"
"I'm sorry." Fu Anan bent his leg where his shoe had fallen off and admitted his mistake honestly.
"Um."
Fu Yizhi looked at the brown bear cotton slippers that were kicked aside.
"Go change your shoes."
(End of this chapter)