Zheng Hope suddenly remembered that as long as he survived tonight, he would be separated from the world of the game, and he would never see the old man with a poker face and a beard, and his attitude became even more arrogant.
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Seeing this strange scene, the young man who had complained frequently before looked towards Gu Nian and the others.
"Um, is it really okay for your teammate to offend an important NPC so brazenly and provocatively in the game?"
The young man always felt that he seemed to see a huge, blood-red word "Danger" on top of Zheng Xixi's head.
Gu Nian and the others did not pay attention to the young man, and the young man did not continue talking.
Because they saw on the big screen that the old curator spoke.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to check the work. I'm much more familiar with the rules I set than you are," the old curator said.
He still maintained his poker face, but his face was darker than before.
"I came here just because it's raining outside."
As the old curator spoke, he turned sideways, allowing Zheng Xixi to see the patter of rain behind him.
"I didn't bring an umbrella. I came back to get one. You're right. I set the rules and I can't break them myself. So I won't go in. Can you hand me the umbrella?" said the old curator.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you don't go in, you don't have to break the rules. But if you do this, aren't you forcing me to break the rules?" Zheng Xixi said.
He is not stupid, he remembers all the rules clearly.
"I said, old comrade, don't have such double standards just because you are old! In addition to not allowing anyone to enter the museum after eight o'clock, you also said another rule. No one is allowed to enter the museum after eight o'clock.
Take away any item in the museum for any reason. Don’t you think this rule does not need to be followed?!”
"If you want to drive me away, you can just say so tomorrow morning. Why bother harming others by digging holes for them?" Zheng Hope shook his head and said to the old curator.
Hearing what Zheng Hope said, Gu Nian couldn't help but smile.
It seems that Zheng Xixi is still very smart.
Directly define the time of his departure as after spending tonight.
In this way, he has passed the test of the game and will be sent back by the system.
By then, even if the old curator wants to find trouble, he won't have a chance.
Zheng Xiang's face said, "There is something wrong with your character."
The old curator's poker face couldn't help but darken a bit.
"Hey, look, it's still raining outside. How can you bear to let me, an old man, stand outside in the rain!" the old curator couldn't help but said.
Zheng Hope’s inner drama: Hey, he’s in a hurry, he’s in a hurry!
"Old colleagues should take care of young people. Didn't you say that young people are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning? Do you have the heart to let me, a college student who comes out to work and study, break the rules set by you as the curator?
I’m unemployed, can’t I pay my tuition?!”
"I..." The old curator was speechless by Zheng Hope, and he was stunned for a long time with his mouth open.
"Okay, let me tell you now, the rules are invalid. I need an umbrella. Please bring it to me." The old curator said.
At this moment, his face was as dark as the bottom of a burnt pot.