The Trial Game of Life

When I came to the courier store again, the old man in his seventies or eighties with turbid eyes was the only courier fee.

Tang Cuo is now holding a large sum of one hundred points. Naturally, he will not be stingy about this small point, but he still hasn't paid when he looks at his courier package.

"Who sent you roses? You fell in love before you came here?" Jin Cheng's laughter sounded in his ear. Tang Cuo looked over and saw him leaning on the shelf with his arms, smiling, but the sound was inexplicable. It's cold.

"I'm not in a relationship." Tang Cuo said.

"That's someone secretly loving you." Jin Cheng said, picking up the bouquet of roses and looking closely, but found nothing like cards. But so to speak, who wrote a greeting card to the dead.

Tang Cuo felt that this was not a flower that the crush had given him, because there were other things in the package besides the flowers that were very grounded. For example, money, fruit, and a pot of bovine bone soup.

Opening the lid, the familiar scent flew out, and Tang Cuo instantly understood its source—Da Li's wife.

Da Li is a comrade-in-arms of Tang Cuo. He mentioned that when he met Jin Cheng again, Da Li married the girlfriend of Qingmei Zhuma two years ago. Marriage means a new beginning. After Li retired from military service, he went back to his hometown to start a small business. Although his life was bland, it was not bad.

Tang Cuo also met him once as a detective. He didn't know why Tang Cuo suddenly became a third-rate detective. Seeing Tang Cuo alone, he also invited Tang Cuo to his city. Everyone had a look.

Tang Cuo refused, and in that brief gathering, he was most impressed by the pot of soup on the table.

Da Li has always been a solid-eyed person. He remembered that Tang Cuo loved that soup and brought a pot of soup to his grave. He remembered Tang Cuo said he liked red roses, so he gave him another bunch of red roses.

But Tang Cuo actually lied to him. Only people like Da Li who can't turn their heads would believe such a false lies.

"Speaking of it, when I first arrived in Yongye City, I also received a bunch of roses." Jin Cheng suddenly remembered the past, with a hint of sigh in his tone, but Yu Guang paid attention to Tang Cuo's expression.

"Oh." Tangcuo responded coldly.

Gee.

Jin Cheng was a little tempered.

This little temper lasted until the two returned to East Cross Street, and before entering the room, Jin Cheng couldn't help but say, "Are you sure that someone really has a crush on you? It's soup and flower delivery, I'm all touched. "

Tang Cuo stepped forward, and then turned back, "This is from Li. You don't drink soup, I don't drink and I close the door."

Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows, stunned for three seconds, and then cut the line firmly, "Drink."

The two brought another takeaway on the way back, and it was a sumptuous dinner with soup. However, Jin Cheng couldn't help whispering when he was drinking soup, "What's wrong with Da Li, even if I give you soup, why send roses?"

Tang Cuo "Can you stop mentioning roses?"

"Why?" Jin Cheng suddenly approached, and the handsome face enlarged infinitely in front of Tang Cuo, making Tang Cuo subconsciously lean back on the back of the chair. He simply put down the tableware and kept looking at Jin Cheng in this position.

This person is really a bit weird today.

"This is a misunderstanding. Da Li thought I liked roses, so I sent them." He explained this.

"Can you still have such misunderstandings?"

"Why can't there be?"

"So you don't like roses?"

"Not bothersome."

Jin Cheng finally stopped asking, and he tilted Erlang's legs and continued to drink soup. When the dinner was over, he picked up the bouquet of roses and said, "Since you don't like roses very much, why don't you give them to me?"

Tangcuo "Follow you."

Jin Cheng took away the flowers in this way.

Back next door, he placed the flowers in a glass bottle bought from the supermarket and placed it on the table. But after a while, he felt that the flower was annoying and moved it to the floor at the end of the bed.

Another ten minutes passed.

He thought that it was Da Li's heart anyway, and moved the flower back to the table. After doing this three times, Jin Cheng was tired, and he simply took out the prop rope and hung the flower outside the window--

Let everyone enjoy it together. Such fresh and beautiful flowers should not be kept private.

A good night.

Eight hours of sleep time passed, when Tang Cuo woke up and looked at the night outside the window, he had completely lost the concept of time. He simply washed, poured cold water on his face, lifted his forehead hair and looked up at the mirror, remembering last night's dream again.

He dreamed about the time in the barracks.

What color is the time in the military camp? I think it should be the color of camouflage, there are tears and sweat, there is fearless struggle and struggle. But last night's dream was rosy, the color of youth and restless hormones.

After calming down a little bit, Tang Cuo walked to the window and looked out. Yu Guang suddenly glanced at a glorious red and turned his head to look at it—what was wrong with Jin Cheng, why did he hang the rose outside the window?

Just then, the window next door opened, Jin Cheng brushed his teeth and leaned out of the head, asking "What's for breakfast?"

Tang Cuo was expressionless, "Oatmeal."

Jin Cheng "It's better to have a pot of health porridge."

Tang Cuoli ignored him, closed the curtain, opened the door without looking back, and planned to go outside East Cross Street to eat hot and sour powder alone.

Jin Cheng listened to the motion next door and knew that the little **** was definitely going to run, but it didn’t matter-his health pot could be scheduled, and he wasn’t afraid that he wouldn’t drink.

On the other side, Tang Cuo, who went out for food alone, ate hot and sour powder as expected.

The woman selling hot and sour powder is a blessed aunt. When she entered Yongye City, she just caught up with the annual civil service exam. She thought that she had never studied any books and had no drama at all. Fan's unique skills were admitted.

According to what she told Tangcuo, she had never played a copy, and it was simply another son of Crow's Choice except the Emperor.

"Boy, why did you come in? Tell your aunt, don't look at the aunt making hot and sour powder every day, but there are so many people that the aunt has seen, maybe I can give you some suggestions." Fans, the only fun in life is to chatter with people. But the players in Yongyue City were either forced to collapse and despair by the copy, or were indifferent and numb, and few could really listen to her.

Tang Cuo, this guy is good. At first glance, he is a decent and kind-hearted boy. Aunt likes this.

But in front of such a son of Crow, how could Tangcuo say that he is a negative score player and a blacklist strength contestant? Aunt may not accept this contrast.

"I am an ordinary player." Tang Cuo said so.

"Hey, what kind of player is not a player." Aunt suddenly felt sad. "I have been in this f area for many years. Every day I look forward to seeing my old man again. I can think of it. It is still good to see it. Still alive, good alive, my little grandson is now in elementary school."

Tang Cuo silently, just listened.

At the end, he asked, "Auntie, how long is your construction period?"

The aunt replied, "It's still ten years since I'm full."

Ten years, really long.

After eating hot and sour powder, Tang Cuo did not rush back, he planned to go to the training ground to see. These training grounds are specially set up for players, because the skills of players are varied, and some of them are powerful, and it is difficult to deploy them in their own small rooms. Even the gunners need special shooting ranges.

Tang Cuo wants to test the compatibility of magic and the sword of ruling. If there is a large space with good concealment, it is the best.

The training ground in area f is close to the central area, and there is only a small reception desk at the entrance, which looks unremarkable. The front desk of the reception desk is also a human nc. After Tang Cuo explained the specific requirements to him, he pressed a few times on the operation panel full of light screens and looked up—

"509, sir, at three o'clock every hour. You just go in and the system will automatically deduct money."

Hearing this price, Tangcuo finally had an overall impression of the price of Yongye City, and finally concluded that the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker.

If you want to clear the copy to get more points, you must become stronger.

But if you want to become stronger, you have to add some points, you have to buy medicine, you have to train, and all three of them need points, and the price is expensive. Where do the points come from? Copy.

This is a cycle.

Most of the players in Yongye City are ordinary people who will not fight even in their lifetime. This is not a place where you can awaken abilities when you come in. You only have to work hard to become stronger.

Tang Cuo relied on the outstanding fighting power among the crowd, and Jin Cheng, a powerful partner, has only accumulated 50 points until now. If there is no one hundred points that Jin Cheng has allocated to him, what training does he rely on? Why should I buy medicine? He can never give up, and not to mention the confession every month.

The worst part is that some people may not get express delivery from people. If you don’t have money, you have to spend points. If you don’t have enough points, go to a place like a pub. While working part-time, I still have to get a copy, living in pain and suffering, I can’t even die.

Perhaps for them, death in the copy is also a relief.

But systematic monitoring is everywhere. Once it is judged to be a passive survival, or even considered to be a self-death, will there be other punishments?

At this time, the front desk again asked "Sir, members can get 10% off, can I get a card?"

Tang Cuo was interrupted and looked at the receptionist expressionlessly. The front desk continued to smile and the two stared at each other. After a few seconds, the front desk continued to ask "Do you want to apply for a card? Now you can enjoy the card -"

Tangcuo "No."

He turned directly to the glass elevator in the office. The elevator went down, a total of 13 floors, and 509 was on the fifth floor underground.

When the elevator opened the door, two more people came from the office. They greeted the front desk with familiar doors and followed Tang Cuo into the elevator.

They went to the fourth floor.

Most of the players in Yongye City do not have the habit of saying hello to strangers, and stand on each side of the elevator on alert, no one cares. But after a few seconds, the two seemed to recognize Tang Cuo.

One of them secretly pushed the other, and the other retreated. After a few seconds, the two turned their heads together, "Tang, Brother Tang."

Tang Cuo "..."

Isn't the kitchen knife gang gone? Why did he still enjoy the treatment of the gang boss?

At this time, the fourth floor arrived, the two nodded to Tangcuo, and then flew away from the elevator. Tang Cuo did not say a word, the whole process was cold, but it perfectly fits the design of the gang boss.

He thought, this must be Jin Cheng's pot.

Soon, the fifth floor arrived.

The ground floor training ground is magnificent and magnificent. From the glass elevator, you can see the open ring on each floor. Layer by layer, different people and different faces are here to release the original fighting instinct.

Like a colosseum.

Tang Cuo walked out with ease, away from the public area, and came to the private training room. The training rooms here are all closed single rooms. He successfully found 509. When he pushed the door in, he accidentally triggered the system prompt to tell him to start timing.

Because it was the first time, Tangcuo did not inform Jin Cheng, so he only planned to experience for an hour.

Experience the project fireball today.

Tang Cuo has a system of small fireballs that are rewarded by the system, as well as elementary fireballs learned from magic. Of course, as a man who is on the bar with fireballs, he must of course start from fireballs.

This fireball technique must also be accompanied by the sword of adjudication, because Tang Cuo does not have a staff.

What is the staff?

Tang Cuo thinks it is just a conductor.

In the final analysis, magic is generated by the spiritual power of the magician and the magic power condensed in the body, and then guide it through a medium.

Roger Reid’s conductor is a cane and Aesop’s conductor is a black umbrella, which proves that this conductor is not limited to the conventional wooden staff, so Tangcuo can theoretically do it as long as he guides the magic to the ruling sword. Cast a spell.

But Tang Cuo didn't do it a few times. Was he doing the wrong posture?

Tang Cuo simply sat cross-legged, placed the ruling sword on his knee, and carefully sensed the flow of magic.