Players Of Freedom

As soon as she got off the car, Meng Xia hurriedly found a place to charge her phone.

In the past four years, he worked hard every day in the duel field. He rarely had time to play with his mobile phone, and he had no one to contact. He often forgot to charge his mobile phone, so he didn't know when it was turned off.

Fortunately, it is also very convenient to charge outside now. There are free charging piles in large public places, so that he will not lose contact with the world.

Just as the phone was charging and turned on, a call came in. Seeing the name on the caller ID, Meng Xia pressed the answer button in surprise.

"Xiao Yu? What's the matter?"

"Brother, are you still on Earth? It's not easy to get through this call once!"

The voices from the opposite side were noisy, and the intense game background sound effects came and went one after another, among which were mixed with the abuse of some players.

Meng Xia frowned when she heard the sound, her tone became cold instantly: "Are you still playing?"

This kid was beaten a lot because he was addicted to games since he was a child. His parents thought that he had changed his ways after he went to college, but they also knew that he hadn't changed at all.

"I'm not playing!" The opposite party panicked and defended: "I just passed by to take a look!"

"Got it, what's the matter?"

"Of course I want to share with you the important events in my life! I officially graduated today. I just graduated from school and I am heading to the club...to go to the company. I will sign the contract tonight, and I will stay in Haishi from now on, so I want to ask you When can I come out? I haven't seen you for a long time, let's celebrate together!"

"Congratulations first, but unfortunately, I don't—"

Meng Xia looked around, and was thinking about how to explain the current situation, when she heard the yelling on the phone: "Don't say you can't leave! What kind of job is it? You can't leave for four years? To be honest, have you been forced to leave?" I was arrested to engage in pyramid schemes, my parents asked me several times and I didn’t know how to explain it to them, to be honest, brother, I’m doing pretty well now, I can shake a car of bread people in minutes, saving you will not be a problem!”

·

"All right, all right, stop bragging." Meng Xia helped her forehead, "I'm not in Haishi now, I'm back in Beishi."

"Ah? When did you come back?!"

"Just today, just got off the bus."

"I'll go! You didn't call me in advance for such a big event? I still treat you as my best brother. You are too mean!"

"I forgot to charge my phone."

"You can forget all this! Otherwise, you can raise a carrier pigeon, and the mobile phone will not be charged for ten days and half a month. Why do you still need a mobile phone? So you quit your previous job? Are you going back to Haishi? What are your plans for the future? "

This kid's mouth is like a machine gun, and there are a lot of words when he says it. Hearing this, Meng Xia has a headache, and doesn't know where to start to answer, so he just said "um" perfunctorily, "Let's talk."

"Then you don't have a job now? Would you like to introduce one for you? I remember a friend opened one in Beishi—"

"Yes, yes, there is a job. I will find a job before I come back."

In order not to let him continue talking endlessly, Meng Xia could only lie.

"It's a pity that my parents are not at home recently. They miss you. You said that it would be great if you could tell me in advance when you go back. You can see each other again!"

…

After the call ended, Meng Xia stared blankly at the extinguished screen for a while, and many dusty past events flooded his mind.

He didn't spend too much time lamenting the past, and moved on with a full charge.

At this time, he seemed to have returned to four years ago. When he first arrived in Haishi, he had no place to return to, no place to go, and could only walk along the long sidewalk in a daze.

The only difference is that he has now paid off all foreign debts.

From then on, the vast world, everything you see is freedom.

·

While walking, Meng Xia looked at the Beishi travel guide pushed on his mobile phone.

In the few years since he left, the little-known small city has developed rapidly and has become a popular city for travel. Not only has the street construction become obviously prosperous, but also many Internet celebrity check-in scenes have been added.

As a result, housing prices have also gone up.

Meng Xia checked the renting information on the house-finding software, and most of them were not within his budget. Finally, he chose a short-term rental homestay with the highest rating. It just so happened that there was only the last special room left, so he decided on it.

·

The place is not far from the train station. Meng Xia turned on the navigation and walked there. It was only half an hour away. This amount of exercise would not even count as a warm-up in normal times, but because of the hot weather, he was already sweating profusely when he arrived.

"Baiweizhuang, is this here?"

The navigation notified that the destination had been arrived, and the elegant fragrance of flowers wafted in the wind, and a rather grand new Chinese-style villa appeared in front of him, which was quite different from the simple and simple courtyard he had imagined.

Two energetic stone lions are squatting at the door, and the luxuriant jasmine tree is swaying in the wind.

Meng Xia confirmed the address again and again before he dared to open the door and go in. Right in front of him was a strangely shaped boulder reclining in the middle of the lotus pond, with four words engraved on it casually—every flavor in the world.

For a moment, he seemed to have entered the game scene of the Land of Freedom. In his impression, there was a similar stone in the center of a street in a certain town.

He walked all the way to the reception hall, and found that many details of the decoration here have the shadow of Freedom. He didn't know if it was because he played too many games, or because the owner here was also keen on Freedom.

·

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"have."

There was only one young lady on duty at the reception desk, dressed in a classical Chinese-style cheongsam and short skirt, with a gentle and friendly appearance, even though Meng Xia was unkempt and smelly, she still greeted her with a smile.

"Your room is over there, the first room next to the door."

"OK, thanks!"

Meng Xia felt a bit of embarrassment, so he didn't need others to look at him sideways. In such an elegant environment, he himself knew that the smell of sweat was very unpleasant.

·

Find the first room next to the entrance of the rest area, and the cleaning aunt just came out of the room, saving him the trouble of pulling out the room card to open the door, and went straight to the bathroom after entering. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Although it is a special price room, the decoration here is not like an ordinary hotel at all. The room is warmly furnished, and even the bathroom is spacious and tidy. There is a shower and a large bathtub inside, and there is a washing machine with a dryer outside. The toiletries are all pink. It's quite girlish.

Meng Xia numbly took off her clothes and stuffed them into the washing machine, turned on the shower, and enjoyed the refreshment of taking a shower in the hot summer.

The fly in the ointment is that it is a bit difficult to wipe his back. His right hand can only touch the back of his head at most, and if he touches the back of his neck, it will cause pain in his right shoulder.

This is a problem that has started in the past few months. Originally, it only hurts when doing backstabs in duels. He thought it would be good to just reduce the use of backstab skills, and he didn't take it too seriously.

It wasn't until after the last duel for KL that he raised his arm that it hurt so badly that he could barely move, and then he realized the seriousness of the problem.

Muscle and joint strains are very common for those who engage in a certain sport with high frequency for a long time. He thought that he was too young to be too young, so he never raised this issue with KL, and he never came back.

·

He's not a player in a professional team, so he can say goodbye to competitive events now.

For a moment, Meng Xia didn't know whether to be thankful or regretful. As a conscientious proxy player like this, and finally ended his game career with an injury, could it be regarded as a successful retirement?

He looked at himself in the mirror and fell into deep thought, thinking about all these years, and also thinking about the future, he has neither academic qualifications nor other skills, he doesn't know what else he can do with his current self.

This is a question that all people who live by games have to think about after leaving the game.

This is the reality that although heavy, but has to face.