08. Gao Leng is a fart, just forgot the account number and can't reply
Mu Su was very happy and said: "You are such a kind person."
Then he started eating.
The taste is the same as in reality, but this is just an illusion caused by the game mask stimulating the brain nerves, and it cannot really satisfy hunger. At most, eating too much will give people the illusion of fullness.
Musu thought to himself, it was like reaching out to touch a hippo's butt and retracting his hand regardless of whether feces spurted out.
He's not very good at using metaphors.
Seeing that Mu Su was quiet again, Chi Shen and Wen Xiang looked at each other and said that they had finally settled down. If he continued talking like this, the player might lose one after falling asleep.
At this moment, news of the main quest update suddenly appeared.
[The main mission has been updated]
Back home (completed)
Go to school (completed)
Work (in progress)
When the sun disappeared, the street lights outside the window gradually turned on, and the room became dark, the task update finally came belatedly.
Blazing God's tense bronze face softened a little, and after thinking for a while he stood up: "Let's go talk to Lord Grim, you just wait here." Then the two of them left the room one after the other.
Mu Su was left entangled with the potato chips.
Lord Grim shouted from outside the door, and his voice gradually became quieter. After listening to the fragrance for a while, he felt bored and returned to the room. As soon as he entered, he saw Mu Su with his back to the door, crouching in front of the case and writing something with his head down.
"What is this?" Wen Xiang leaned behind him, tilted his head and asked.
"My autobiography: The Biography of Mu Susu." Mu Su licked his upper lip and wrote seriously: "I plan to upload it to EHMO, and I will become a great god soon hehehehe."
"But this is a game...it's useless for you to write," Wen Xiang asked hesitantly.
Mu Su was stunned for a long time: "Hey, why didn't I think of that?" Then he rolled up the paper into a ball in frustration, folded his arms and started sulking.
By this time, the blind man could also see the problem with Mu Su.
It's not really crazy. A thought appears in Wen Xiang's mind for no reason, and it seems to have taken root and cannot be dispelled.
So she asked directly and said cautiously: "Just now Lord Grim said that you seem to be mentally ill..."
"Hey, how can you talk like this? What do you mean it seems like?" Mu Su became unhappy. "There is no likeness."
Wen Xiang opened her mouth and didn't know where to complain. So she simply turned to ask other questions: "But don't mentally ill people generally speak very fast and be independent and irritable?"
"I'm not a crosstalk actor. Why are you talking so quickly? Do you want me to smoke, drink, perm my hair, cut off the kidneys, roast them and eat them? Then I can tell you the name of the dish and the poem number?"
Since it is difficult to come into contact with this type of people in daily life, Wen Xiang, who is already very curious, became even more curious.
At this time, Blazing God and Lord Grim returned to the room one after another. Lord Grim still had anger on his face, but he didn't even look at Mu Su.
Chishen turned on the pull-down lamp on the wall, and the dim light shone down: "I have contacted you about the convenience store job. You can use your mobile phone to write down the number. 114514..."
Mu Su: "Huh?" (Aware)
Blazing God paused and continued: "...12450."
Mu Su: "Insolent!" (tremor)
The three of them ignored Mu Su who was pretending to be crazy and acted foolishly. After saving the number to a mobile phone that he did not know how to use, Chishen looked at Mu Su and asked politely: "Do you want to come with us?"
"I'm going to make a lot of money." Mu Su blurted out subconsciously.
Then they subconsciously thought of Mu Su's words about selling his buttocks at the beginning, and their eyes became a little strange.
Mu Su suddenly blushed and defended loudly: "I smoke, drink, perm my hair, get tattoos, and go to nightclubs, but I know I am a good boy!"
"We are just asking casually...don't worry about it." Blazing God responded awkwardly: "Then let's complete the last part of the mission."
At night, the lights are on. There are few passers-by under the street lights on the alley. This is a residential area, so it is not very lively at night. At most, there is an occasional truck carrying goods or the sound of a dog barking in the distance.
Musu, Chishen and others separated at the intersection. Their target was a convenience store not far away, while Musu was in a business district, a red light district like Kabukicho.
After being separated from Mu Su, Chi Shen felt a lot more relaxed for no reason, as if he had gotten rid of a burden. Then he felt guilty about the thoughts he had. To be fair, Mu Su did not cause any trouble to the mission, but he was more cheerful in his words and deeds.
The job in the convenience store is easy to get started. Except for Lord Grim, who was excited by Mu Su's excitement, Chi Shen and Wen Xiang have already packed up the goods under the leadership of the store manager.
On the other side, on the way to Kabukicho, Makisu created a poignant little story in his mind.
…
"The Little Boy Selling His Butt"
It's extremely cold and it's snowing.
It's getting dark and it's the coldest time of the year.
A little boy was walking on the street with bare feet and thin clothing, with his butt raised high.
His buttocks were red and blue from the cold, poor little boy! He was cold and hungry, shivering as he walked forward. Snowflakes fell on his pale buttocks, which looked very curved.
Tempting.
“Anyone want to buy ass?”
The weak shouts could not reach very far. Pedestrians were walking in a hurry on the road.
Every window along the street is lit with light, and the smell of food wafts from the street.
He leaned down in the corner of a house, with his head on the ground and his raised buttocks curled up. He felt even colder, but he didn't dare to go home because he didn't sell his buttocks once and didn't make any money.
His buttocks were almost frozen.
Ah! At this time, even a little friction can warm him. In fact, if he can find the courage to rub his buttocks, then he can warm himself up with the heat of rubbing his buttocks.
…
Before the story was even conceived, Maksu had already arrived at Kabukicho in this city.
Compared to the desertedness of the day, night is the time that belongs here.
Throughout the long street, pink neon lights flickered with ambiguous light. The doors of the custom shops on both sides of the street were wide open, and the signboards were moved to the street. Publicists and pimps stood in front of their respective custom shops to solicit customers. Occasionally, there would be costumes in front of the shops.
The strong man served by the bunny girl cooperates with him to pose in various alluring and sexy poses.
The long street is crowded and noisy. The slight difference is that most of the tourists on this long street are women.
It fits the tone of this world quite well.
After observing secretly in the corner for a while, Mu Su stopped a good prey. A woman in black stockings wearing a professional skirt, who looked rich and good-looking.
Musu licked his lips, then thought about it, then he opened his collar and exposed his left shoulder, thinking he was tempted: "Do you want special service? It's only 100,000 yen."
"Huh?" The woman looked shocked, and then looked around for something: "Where is the camera? Are you recording a porn show?"
"I'm making money, I'm a male high school student." Mu Su tried his best to promote his selling point.
The woman seemed to be moved, and her Adam's apple squirmed. But she was afraid that this was a scam, so she seemed hesitant.
Hmm? Adam's apple?
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*EHMO: Currently the most extensive and popular literary reading platform in the Federation. It has collected nearly 90% of modern literary works. Even fantasy novels from hundreds of years ago are included. Its popularity has always ranked among the top 50 in the entire galaxy network.
.It has adapted countless popular film and television works and games. Because of the low threshold, anyone can create, so much so that their promotional slogan is: everyone is a potential author of EHMO.
*EHMO will be extremely tough on certain regulations when it comes to signing contracts with its authors. Because of the status quo of being a dominant company, there are very few people who resist.
*Different planets/colonies have different laws, so the content available on EHMO will vary.