The person who said this was Dr. Pan's seventeen-year-old son. The young man ran from the study to the living room angrily, and threw the helmet on the sofa as if to throw it away. When he was about to leave his hand, he carefully placed it on the dining table.
Dr. Pan came out early, sat on the sofa, and peeled an apple.
"What's wrong? Was he bitten by a dog?" he joked to his son.
"How do you know?" The son asked in surprise, "When I entered that script, I turned into a rabbit. I understand the exotic beast style. I practiced all the way, competed with other rabbits, and had a great time getting slapped in the face and pretending to be cool... In the end
Becoming a Holy Rabbit. Only at the end of my practice did I realize that I was in a blessed land. The cave was opened by a great power to cultivate meat for his watchdogs! I worked hard to train myself to be the best.
I ate a rabbit!”
"Hahahaha!" Dr. Pan burst out laughing.
"You smile like this, am I still your biological child?" The son snatched away the peeled apple and ate it bitterly.
Dr. Pan stopped laughing.
It wasn't that he doubted whether his son was his biological son, but he thought of a crucial question.
He is busy here, is he just a rabbit exercising himself?
When it matures, will it be killed and eaten?
He would not have thought about this issue before seeing miracles and the scripts of those virtual worlds.
Because there is no evidence, it is useless to think about it. It will only make you confused.
It's like thinking about the world after death.
But things are different now. There is indeed another world, and that world is still watching them.
Just as I was thinking about it, I found my son picking up the helmet again and trying to put it on his head.
"Okay, let's go out to eat." My wife shouted in the restaurant.
"Are you in the mood to cook today? I thought it was me again." Dr. Pan said a little surprised.
"Humph, you have a beautiful idea, you asked for the food cooked by the shared robot." My wife said dissatisfied.
Shared robots mean that several companies buy a robot together and work in each house in turn.
The advantage is that the electricity and maintenance costs are evenly shared, and you don’t have to worry too much.
After all, a robot is still very expensive. The cheapest one costs RMB 100,000, but it has too few functions. A robot suitable for home use costs millions, which is too difficult for one family to bear.
"Oh, I said it smells like engine oil." Dr. Pan said bitterly.
"Lao Fang's family just put oil on the robot this morning, and you got a big advantage. One liter costs thousands." His wife said while eating, then glared at her son and said, "Put down the helmet and stop playing."
"If you don't want to play, I won't play. I'll play again tomorrow."
"The college entrance examination is in a few days, so you just want to have fun."
"It's been more than ten days since I passed the college entrance examination." The son said speechlessly.
"Oh, how did you go on the exam?"
"It's good. I've already contacted a well-known university in the tribe and is planning to recruit me." The son said, "Thanks to the virtual script, I played a script related to the tribe and studied it all the way from elementary school to high school.
From registration to graduation, I understand everything." My son said proudly.
"That's great, this thing is really useful." My wife said happily.
"Of course."
After the son finished speaking, he immersed himself in eating.
Dr. Pan did not speak, but silently deleted the invitation text message from a private college on his mobile phone, which clearly read:
"Congratulations to your son for scoring 323 points in the college entrance examination, which meets the admission score of our institution. After receiving the notice, you can go to the xxx Admissions Office to handle enrollment matters."
Information leakage is the most common thing nowadays.
He had no doubt that it was fake because he found it right away after checking it.
Is this called good?
However, he didn't want to talk about it for the time being. He should let his son take it easy while eating. Although this guy had lied about finishing his homework since the third grade of elementary school, he actually didn't write a word.
Isn't it because the teacher doesn't allow strict discipline now? In his time, the teacher would slap him several times and dare to lie about not finishing his homework?
After dinner, he called his son to the study.
"323 points."
"You know?" The son lowered his head.
"Do you think I, like you, mom, can't even check my scores?"
"..."
"What exactly are you going to do?"
"To live a lifetime in the script world, many of my classmates plan to do this."
"If you don't go to school, you won't get married, and you won't have children?"
"I can do the same thing in the script world. I have been married 80 times, married 160 times, and given birth to more than 300 children. I have long been tired of it."
"..." Dr. Pan had nothing to say, and it took him a long time to say, "Then you still have to eat and sleep in reality. Where do you get the money to eat?"
"Let the robot earn money. I will eat your pension while you are alive. When you die, I will sell the house and buy a robot to work for me and support me."
"..." Dr. Pan wanted to slap himself in the face, "You were not like this before. You used to want to open a company and become a shopping mall elite."
"Now I just want to become an immortal. I'm tired of playing the mall elite script and make trillions easily."
When Dr. Pan heard this, he suddenly had an idea.
Torture, torture hard.
These bastards really think the script world is easy to get around, don’t they?
No wonder the other party changed it to an abusive version. If it wasn't abusive, how many people would care about the real world?
They must understand that the script world is more difficult to navigate.
He thought of the days when he worked in the mines. He was suffering every day, but it was a hundred times worse than the worst time in reality.
No exaggeration at all.
They were in rags and stinks, and they couldn't take a shower or eat a full meal all year round.
When you are sick, you have to take medicine without medicine.
That is the real script world.
"Okay, you should take a look first. You are only 17 years old anyway. I will wait until you are 25 years old. Eight years will be enough for you to squander." Dr. Pan shook his head.
He knew that the next script would be extremely cruel.
This kid still wants to persist for 8 years, and in 8 days he will return to the Earth Online script obediently.
Just like few people can become addicted to difficult games such as Sekiro, no matter how good the game is, as long as the difficulty is high enough and the plot is cruel enough, no one will be addicted.
As long as the difficulty of the script world is higher than that of Earth, people will choose real life on Earth.
Sure enough, early the next morning, he saw his son's face full of despair.
"What happened again?"
"I chose the Xianxia script yesterday. No matter how I practice, I will only reach the third level of Qi refining, and I will die at the age of a hundred or so."
"This is normal. Most people will never make 100 million in their lifetime. The probability that you can break through to refine your Qi is already very high."
"But that's a script. I should have a plug-in, and I should be able to discover adventures..."
"The premise is that the script owner wants to give you the treatment of the protagonist and the main supporting role. But now, it is obvious that the script owner has done nothing and just gives you the treatment of an ordinary supporting role."
"Why is this happening?"
"It's just a matter of tricking the dog into killing it. That's how games are done."
"Damn it, I don't accept it!"
"If you want to be the protagonist, go and see who can be the protagonist."
…………
Wen Rensheng saw the feedback, and many people criticized the script for being abusive.
Just scold him, it doesn't matter to him anyway.
Where is this?
The time for real abuse has yet to come.
Because now they still have the freedom to choose not to torture, but under the rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, few people had the freedom to choose not to torture.
