Xisha was in a good mood and even drove a little faster.
Back at the swordsmanship hall, Roland helped unload several packages of bamboo slices, declined Qi Shaoqiu's invitation to have lunch here, and then rode a shared bicycle home.
Qi Shaoqiu looked at his sister and asked strangely: "You went out for a walk with the person you like, and your mood is different?"
Xisha's face turned slightly red and turned to ignore her brother.
And Qi Shaoqiu felt a little sad, and couldn't even maintain the dead fish-eye expression unique to the hermit master.
Roland returned home and opened the game's official homepage again, and found that the official announcement had indeed been made.
As he expected, the official ignored the reports from some players who were heckled.
The game official even wrote these paragraphs directly in the announcement.
"All actions of player Roland in the game are in compliance with the rules of the game. To reiterate, all actions are in compliance. This game world is open and there is no static process. All roads lead to Rome. Players can use various methods to achieve the game system. The task requirements set for you can be any abilities, methods, or skills that are available in the game. It is impossible for us to sanction a normal game player. In addition, some players are clamoring that if Roland is not sanctioned, we will Quit traveling. We were very sad, sad and aggrieved when we heard this... But this is actually a lie! We are not sad at all, but want to laugh. If you want to quit traveling, just do so, we will be considerate. Xindi sent people and trucks to recycle the game cabin, and it’s still the same sentence: recycle it at the original price! Then sell it to potential players who are willing to pay a high price and can’t wait to see it.”
This sentence can be said to be extremely arrogant and domineering.
Roland had long expected a similar reply from the official, but when he saw such a paragraph with his own eyes, he felt relieved.
After all, today's society pays attention to distribution according to the situation. Whoever cries loudly has special privileges.
The behavior of the game official immediately made him a fan.
And the game forum is even more shocking.
"The most outrageous official statement in history, directly attacking players, unprecedented."
"Is the game officially retarded?" Offending several large guild groups for one player? 》
"Waiting for the game official to eat back those words"
"Although I don't agree with the behavior of threatening to quit the game, it is too much for the official to directly attack the players."
Posts like this get a lot of votes as soon as they are refreshed.
There are also some rational players who post, but they are all drowned in this posting frenzy.
The number of posts is simply terrifying.
Roland felt something was wrong. This atmosphere gave him a feeling that a storm was about to come.
At this time, the phone rang, and the caller's number was eleven zeros.
Roland took a deep breath, he knew who it was.
The call was connected, and Ma Huajun's voice rang in the receiver: "Roland, don't be nervous or afraid. We are on your side in this matter. All you have to do is have a good rest and don't worry about anything. Have a good sleep at night." Continue the game."
Roland originally wanted to ask what was going on, but when he heard this, he immediately swallowed his words.
Then the phone was hung up. Listening to the busy beep, Roland smiled helplessly, then went to have lunch with his parents, sat and rested for a while, and then took a nap.
On the other side of the distant coast, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes yelled: "Post me a message. Post it as hard as you can. You can use automatic software or paste and copy. Reply to a forum is 0.2 Bald Eagle Yuan. The more work you do, the more you get." , remember the key points of the reply, be sure to say that they act unscrupulously, have no intention of serving players, and treat players as gods. At the same time, they guide netizens to make noises, set the pace, and let game companies hand over the development and monitoring rights of games to the public. Within sight, guide them to say something like, 'The public must have the right to know, especially about this kind of black technology that transcends the times.'"
Around this middle-aged man, there were many people with black hair and yellow skin who were working hard on the computer in front of the monitor, all of them sweating profusely.
Similar situations are happening in hidden locations in many countries.
Of course, such a thing had nothing to do with Roland. After taking a nap, he woke up and found that the official game forum had crashed.
Penguin's servers are now the most powerful in the world... Game companies in many countries have blade servers, but there are not as many as Penguin. Penguin owns more blade servers than all other gaming companies combined.
Even a server of this size has crashed. You can imagine how much data the entire Penguin Company has suffered.
But since the game official made a special call, Roland didn't bother to deal with the matter anymore.
He thought about it, it was only about three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still far from ten o'clock in the evening, so he called Shuke.
Shuke seemed to have just woken up, and his voice seemed weak and weak: "You are too famous now, come to the same place."
We are old friends, there is no need to say anything more. Roland hung up the phone directly and rode to the cold drink bar.
Shuke and Beta were both in the box. The others were working and had to take care of their children, so they didn't have time to come over.
Now only the three of them have the most leisure time.
Shuke doesn't have to work at all. He is now a pretty boy being supported by his wife, and he is also the head of the family who has the most say.
Beta hasn't started school yet.
Roland sat down, grabbed a piece of cantaloupe and started eating it.
Shuke clicked his tongue: "Even the official has spoken for you. It's really amazing. Is this the second time?"
Beta nodded: "It's the second time."
Roland said helplessly: "I would rather not have such limelight!"
"Although it doesn't suit your personality, it's still a good thing." Shuke said with a smile: "The more famous you are, the more famous we, F6, will be in the future."
Roland really doesn't like this meaningless reputation, but if such a reputation is good for F6 and their small group, he will not resist getting it.
"Forget about me, how is the situation over there?" Roland asked.
Shuke took a sip of Red Bull and said, "It's not bad, but there are a lot of rules. This is not allowed and that is not allowed. It's a bit troublesome. For a lazy person like me, it feels a bit restrictive."
"What level are you at now?"
"It's Lv5." Shuke said with some pride: "It's easier for priests to gain experience. Just pray every day. I don't know why, but my prayer efficiency is very high. If I pray for half an hour every day, I can get at least more than a hundred experience points." . Now I am making the fastest progress among all the paladins. Even the Pope was alarmed. His busy man spared half a day to come to me for a heart-to-heart chat."
Roland looked at Shuke's overly handsome face, which seemed to be getting more and more handsome, and said, "Why do you pray so efficiently? Don't you have some ideas in mind?"
Hahahahaha! While Shuke was laughing wildly, he narcissistically assumed the look of a domineering and handsome boy, and was extremely proud of himself.
Roland's face was so sour that he almost twisted his face, and Beta raised his right middle finger directly beside him.