Eternal food paradise

A Chinese world.

The sun rises as usual, and the cycle of day and night alternates.

Shuchuan, the land of abundance.

In an unknown store in the same area as [Juxialou], Chen Zhiyuan has not logged out for more than a day. The precise time is 30 hours, 30 minutes and 56 seconds. Of course, the online time is still on his personal panel. Second by second count.

"call--"

After coming out of the Provincial Chefs Association and dragging his tired body back to the small shop, Chen Zhiyuan went offline first.

In his Tokyo apartment, Chen Zhiyuan rummaged through the refrigerator, tore open a quick lunch and threw it into the microwave. Then he quickly walked into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let out a long sigh: "I feel comfortable."

While washing, Chen Zhiyuan looked at himself in the makeup mirror with blue color and pale lips, but he made a fist gesture, feeling full of accomplishment.

"Only when I pass the two-star assessment can I truly be at the forefront."

While eating a quick lunch, my phone beeped with several new text messages.

I know a few big fans.

[Brother Chen, where are the submissions for this issue? What about video? 】

[You won’t coo again, don’t! 】

[Sad news, it’s over, our little prince of Tokyo food has fallen! 】

Chen Zhiyuan was eating his rice and looking through these messages with a calm expression. Then he skillfully switched to Weibo and the private messages exploded. His reputation as a "pigeon spirit" has spread like wildfire.

"I found something very interesting, please wait for me." He posted the latest Weibo update. After finishing the lunch, he didn't even pack the box, and just sat down at the computer desk.

connect.

Landing in Paradise.

Having said that, even for the latter two newcomers, Chen Zhiyuan also found out through careful investigation that they were just like Tang Ying and Jerry, they were completely unfamiliar with the Chinese world.

During this period of time, the store has almost become a secret base for this group of people.

Chen Zhiyuan had the key and thought of the "Grandpa Xia" who left the key. After he went online, while cleaning the store, he murmured in his heart:

"Manager Xia, after traveling far away, must have ended up on the street somewhere in a mountain nook."

As for the concept of "NPC" that was new and confusing at first, it has been severely beaten by society in the past period of time. After several in-depth education, it has long since faded away.

Damn, there were times when my IQ was tortured and fed to dogs, and I was fooled around. It makes me cry bitterly when I recall it.

If only it were really a game!

Just a week ago, he was on a mission outside the city. He encountered bandits and was hit by an arrow in the knee. In reality, he felt that his old rheumatism had relapsed. Every time he was offline, he hissed and gasped for air, and he jumped up and down with a lame leg. .

If an arrow hits the head directly...

"Although he will be resurrected, he will definitely have a splitting headache, right?"

Chen Zhiyuan was not perfunctory about cleaning, and every corner was covered.

because.

This small shop has become a place where pioneer testers like them communicate and chat on a daily basis, so it is impossible not to pay attention to the "stronghold" and "secret base".

As soon as he finished cleaning, a player came online.

"Hey, so early?"

Chen Zhiyuan greeted him kindly and recognized the sixth female player who had just joined a few days ago.

The woman with the ID name "I Want to Raise an Otter" is small in stature and has a standard childlike appearance. However, her personality was privately criticized by testers including Chen Zhiyuan as having a bad personality, difficulty communicating, and a rather hard-core personality. Poison tongue attribute.

"morning."

"I want to raise an otter," he said, "Group leader, I see you have dark circles under your eyes, a stiff face, and pale lips. Have you been poisoned?"

What the hell is poison criticism? Chen Zhiyuan shrugged: "It's a normal liver-burning effect, even if you stay up for 30 hours."

"Come on, stay up for another 30 hours. I want to know if I die suddenly in the paradise, will the real body also die?"

"..."

It was a dead end day.

Chen Zhiyuan didn't care. He was currently a very standard "group leader". If he was caught by the group members and made fun of him, he would just treat it as a lively atmosphere.

He put a strategy manual he had just compiled on the bookshelf in the corner of the store.

As for the paper and pen of the strategy manual, the paper and binding were fine, but the pen was a bit bad. At first, Chen Zhiyuan used a brush and found it very uncomfortable. Later, he found charcoal to rub the pen, but it was very time-consuming and energy-consuming. In the end, it took a week Everyone in the former forum group chat worked together to make several public quills.

The bookshelf corner is equivalent to a strategy wall and message area.

It can also be called a physical forum or group chat.

There's really no way around it. The park has zero infrastructure for player interaction. It doesn't even have a private chat with friends, let alone an embedded online forum that facilitates communication among their group of pioneer testers.

Chen Zhiyuan glanced at it and found a few new post-it notes on the bookshelf, which were probably left during his intense star assessment mission.

[I have been following a certain ‘strange person’ for the past two days. You all wish me good luck! I want to explore adventures and become a man who soars into the sky and dominates the world! 】A male compatriot whose ID is "There is a wicked daughter in the family" left a message.

【Strange person? This classmate, maybe we are looking for the same person ()...ah ah ah why does this game not have a photo and screenshot function? I think this NPC I met is so cool and handsome, and the aura of storytelling tells me that there is something in his body All treasures! 】ID "Crooked Fruit Chef Jerry" left a message.

The third post-it note was left by Tang Ying with the ID "Xingchenchen". The content is very concise:

[I was promoted to a one-star chef two days ago, and the guide has just been written. If you need it, you can contact me to discuss the remuneration in detail. 】

Suddenly, Chen Zhiyuan heard a disdainful voice beside him.

"He came here more than ten days before me, and even now, there are still fools who think that players can enjoy killing passers-by outside the door? NPCs?"

"I want to raise an otter" crossed his arms and looked at these messages with cold eyes.

"Do you think this is a game? Are we players again?"

Chen Zhiyuan shook his head.

In fact, before the connection of ‘I want to raise an otter’, when forums and group chats were first established, people had discussed this issue.

At least judging from each other's experiences, they currently cannot feel the existence of shackles or some kind of manipulated pulling rope. In short, they are a highly free group of people. The natives cannot imitate their tricks to commit suicide and then resurrect with full health on the spot. Even if he has to endure severe pain for a period of time after resurrection, at least his vitality is comparable to Xiaoqiang's.

I couldn’t remember who it was during the discussion, so I opened my imagination and said that the gods were bored and created this paradise game.

They are just silly ants who keep spinning around in the sandbox.

The gods looked at the ants that kept hitting the wall and took pleasure in it.

"I want to raise an otter" suddenly said: "I was offline last night and had a very tragic dream when I was sleeping, about our players."

"I lay quietly, quietly, under a world tree, turning into fertilizer in the soil."

Chen Zhiyuan: "(_)"

What kind of terrible idea is this!

Player = fertilizer? !