"I heard that Uncle Nie has passed away." Lin Quan took a sip of tea. He had heard about Nie Fan's family affairs. In the world of professional gamers, he would not be unaware of such a big thing.
"Yes." Nie Fan nodded, wondering what Lin Quan would say to him if he left him behind.
"I'm very sorry about this." Lin Quan was silent for a moment and said with a serious expression, "There are some things I must tell you in advance."
"Mr. Lin, please tell me."
"You must already know that Xinyan's father, my second uncle, has worked hard in Yinhai in recent years and has made some achievements. He is also considered a celebrity in Yinhai. Although Xinyan is still young, with her
With good grades, it won't be a problem to get admitted to a prestigious university in the future. The future is bright. I know some words will hurt your self-esteem, but I have to say it." The meaning of Lin Quan's words was already obvious.
Lin Quan was about to continue talking when Nie Fan interrupted him: "I understand what Mr. Lin means. I am just a poor boy from the country. I came to Yinhai just to establish myself. Uncle Lin thinks that my father
I can't thank you enough for your kindness in taking me in. I am of a low status and I can't have any undue thoughts about Miss Lin. Mr. Lin can rest assured." Although he and Lin Xinyan were familiar with each other when they were children, time has changed and they have grown older.
This was the first time they met when they were older. Apart from being a little surprised, Lin Xinyan had no special feeling when they met again. Being reminded like this hurts her self-esteem. Although Nie Fan was born in poverty, he was very strong-minded and did not want to be reminded like this.
despise.
"I don't mean anything else. Don't take these words to heart." Lin Quan looked at Nie Fan. Nie Fan had an unruly air about him. Although he had a low status, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant when he spoke, which made him admire him somewhat.
, "I believe that with your ability, you can definitely make a career of your own, but Xinyan is not suitable for you."
"Mr. Lin thinks too highly of me. I don't think I have any outstanding talents. I don't seek fame, but I still have the skills and feet to avoid starving to death." Nie Fan knew that such words were just Lin Quan's sympathy for the weak. He didn't
need.
"You are exactly the same as your father." Lin Quan smiled faintly. Nie Fan's father was also well-known as a tough guy in the world of professional gamers. Although people who would rather bend than bend were admirable, he did not agree, "Uncle Lin once told your father about this in the early years.
However, marrying Xinyan to you was just a joke at the time."
"Mr. Lin was joking. It was just a joke between the two elders at the time. My father has passed away, so I won't take those words seriously," Nie Fan said.
"I think Uncle Lin should still remember that maybe he still hopes that Xinyan can be with you, but I hope you understand that even if Uncle Lin agrees, the elders above will not agree, and he cannot make the decision."
Nie Fan was very confused as to why Lin Quan was telling him these completely unreasonable things. He frowned and said: "These things are completely impossible to happen, so there is no need to continue talking. If there is nothing wrong, Mr. Lin, I can
Have you left?"
"Maybe I'm thinking too much. Forget about personal matters, let's talk about work. This is the gaming helmet the company has given you. Then go to the human resources department to sign a contract." Lin Quan stood up and walked to a corner of the office.
, took a blue helmet and handed it to Nie Fan. For some reason, what he gave to Nie Fan was a B-level helmet for internal employees. It is worth about 7,000 yuan on the market. He waved his hand and said, "Nothing else.
Already."
"Thank you, I'll leave first." Nie Fan took the gaming helmet and walked out of the office.
Looking at Nie Fan's back, Lin Quan sighed with emotion, wondering if Uncle Lin had misjudged the person.
As soon as she left the office, Lin Xinyan came up to her and asked curiously: "What did my brother say to you?"
"They just gave me a helmet and asked me to go to the personnel department to sign a contract." Nie Fan raised the helmet in his hand and said.
"My brother is very nice to you. It's a B-level helmet, with internal employee-level treatment." Lin Xinyan looked at the helmet and smiled.
Hearing Lin Xinyan's words, a complex emotion flashed through Nie Fan's heart, and he said: "Maybe I gave it for your sake." Since Lin Quan looked down on him so much and wanted him to stay away from Lin Xinyan, why did he do it again?
It is really puzzling to give him such high treatment.
"Of course, you don't care who I am. Remember to treat me to dinner when you get your salary." Lin Xinyan tilted her chin proudly, two smiles appeared on her pink cheeks, and said, "Let's go,
I'll take you to the human resources department."
Two hours later, all matters related to Nie Fan's work were finalized. After reading some information sent to him by Wind Wings, he finally had a rough understanding of the Sword of Dictatorship. The Sword of Dictatorship can produce up to
You can freely configure the time online for ten hours. When online, you will maintain deep sleep and control the game through brain waves. There are also thirty-six hours of emergency use time in a month to deal with various emergencies. As for the content of the game
, since the official website only announced some map information, everyone else doesn’t know yet.
Although he was not very talented in virtual games, Nie Fan decided to go all out. No matter what, he could not let others underestimate him.
Lin Xinyan brought Nie Fan to her home and arranged a room for him. Lin Xinyan's home was a three-story villa. Nie Fan lived on the second floor, just opposite Lin Xinyan's room. Everything here was terrible.
To be called luxurious was something Nie Fan never dared to think about before.
After putting his luggage away, he looked at the soft, two-meter-wide bed. He couldn't help but wonder, could one person use such a big bed? And he wasn't used to sleeping on such a soft bed. In the past, when he slept, he would sleep on it.
My father calls it practicing on a bench that is about twenty centimeters wide and is not allowed to fall off. But now I have to get used to it wherever I can find a bench.
"The kitchen is downstairs. If you want to cook, you can go out and buy groceries. If you don't want to, I will order an extra takeaway for you. I have to go to school during the day, and I will practice dance, yoga and taekwondo in the gym at other times.
Don't disturb me when you're fine. If you have anything, just call me on my mobile phone." Lin Xinyan simply said that she basically didn't have much free time.
"Hmm. I'd better cook for myself. Where is the market?"
"After exiting the community, turn left and you'll be there two hundred meters away."
"Okay, go and get busy." Nie Fan nodded. It seems that children from rich families don't have it easy either. If you cook by yourself, you can save a lot of money. Nie Fan is definitely not willing to order takeout. He has enough money.
He has been using it for a while and should be able to last until next month.
Lin Xinyan went about her business, and Nie Fan went to the market to buy some vegetables. Lin Xinyan's kitchen had not been used for a long time. It took an hour to clean it up, make a bowl of noodles, and finish dinner.
question.
Returning to his room, he took off his shirt and started the daily necessary exercise. Nie Fan had a body of solid muscles with well-defined tendons, an inverted triangle figure, two hard pectoralis major muscles, and eight well-defined abdominals.
The muscles are neatly arranged and the angles are clear, but there is no sudden and ferocious feeling. If she puts on clothes, others may not be able to imagine that this seemingly weak body actually contains such thrilling power. If Lin Xinyan saw it, no matter how hard it was,
I know how I would feel.
Nie Fan first did some basic movements such as push-ups and squats, and then did some Tai Chi. Fortunately, the place was spacious enough and it wouldn't seem crowded when walking back and forth. It's a pity that there are no sandbags, Nie Fan thought.
Nie Fan started practicing free fighting with his uncle when he was very young. During this period, his father taught him some internal boxing techniques. What he learned was quite complicated, but the effect was very obvious, and Nie Fan became a good fighter.
If something happens to your body, it won't be a problem for five or six adults.
After three hours of continuous exercise, he went to the bathroom to take a shower. Every room was equipped with a bathroom, so it was very convenient. He looked at the time and saw that it was already around 10 p.m. There was some movement outside, and then from the room opposite.
The sound of the door opening probably meant that Lin Xinyan had returned. Nie Fan pretended that he had fallen asleep and did not go out to say hello, so as not to be embarrassed when they met at night.
Leaning on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, the lights in the distance were like stars, twinkling in the endless dark night sky. I wonder how my mother was doing in Ningdong, and whether my father in another world knew everything that happened here.
, a touch of melancholy arose in his heart, he took out the notebook his father had left for him, and gently touched the writing with his hand.
Opening the first half of the notebook, there are probably more than a hundred pages, recording all kinds of weird data that I can't even understand.
Nie Fan couldn't help but wonder, could it be some mathematical or physical formulas? Although he only studied in junior high school and stopped studying, Nie Fan could still understand a little bit. These data were not mathematical formulas at all. After careful study, he found out how many
This data seems to be related to games. After thinking about it, my father was a professional gamer during his lifetime, so it is not surprising that he recorded some game data. It might be his notes while playing games.
These things didn't seem to be of much help to Nie Fan. He continued to read. The second half of the note was his father's diary. This was the record of his father's lifetime! Nie Fan's eyes were sore and he couldn't help but think of all the things he had done when he was a child. The memories came flooding back.
Come up. My father is a silent man, but he knows a lot and has taught Nie Fan a lot. Although father and son don’t talk much, Nie Fan feels very cordial and happy when he is with his father.
When he was 2 years old, his father began to teach him some things in virtual games. But later, his father suddenly took him back to Ningdong. He was very depressed and never touched virtual games again. A few years later, he suffered a car accident. For
Nie Fan has always been brooding over his father's death.
I don’t know what happened that year that prompted his father to return to his hometown of Ningdong from Yinhai. Nie Fan wanted to know the reason and asked his mother, but her mother always remained silent. In order to prevent his mother from being immersed in sadness, Nie Fan did not
I wonder if I can find some clues in my father's diary. The previous dozens of articles are all about my father's struggle. From an unknown little person, he slowly climbed up the professional player rankings, and together with his partner Xue Yu
, founded Demon God Studio. At that time, one of them ranked third and the other ranked sixth in the professional player rankings. Demon God Studio also became one of the top five studios in the country and was very prosperous for a while.
Blood Feather? Demon God Studio? How come you never heard your mother talk about your father having such an experience? Why did your father later quit Demon God Studio? Nie Fan had heard of Demon God Studio. In recent years, Demon God Studio has developed very rapidly.
It has continuously annexed five or six studios, and is known as the two giants in the domestic virtual game industry alongside Black Dragon Studio. As for Blood Feather, it has become the recognized number one player in the professional player rankings.
Nie Fan vaguely thought of something. Perhaps his father had some unavoidable reasons for leaving.
Keep reading, the following will tell about an incident. Masters from all over the world were invited by Tianxia Group to participate in the development and internal testing of a game called "Sword of Dictatorship", which became a sensational news at the time. Game development and data
Writing is my father's strong point. He wrote a lot of data. After careful study by the Tianxia Group development team, only minor modifications were made and it was adopted.
Wait, Sword of Dictatorship! It’s the virtual game Sword of Dictatorship that is about to be put into public beta!
The people who participated in the development and internal testing back then were old and retired. Unexpectedly, this game that my father participated in the development of internal testing would actually be open to public testing.
Nie Fan couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pride in his heart. It turned out that he had such an amazing father! I don't know what part of the development his father was responsible for back then.
With his father's ability, it is absolutely impossible for him to be so poor. Even if he fails for a while, it is not easy to make a comeback. Why was his father so depressed after leaving the Demon God Studio? This has become a mystery that is difficult to solve. Keep reading.
When he went down, Nie Fan found that about fifty or sixty pages had been torn out, and only half of the story had been cut out. Nie Fan wanted to know what happened next, but he had no way of knowing. He wondered if his mother knew that.
The destination of the fifty or sixty pages of content. Thinking of his father's unwilling look when he passed away in the hospital, Nie Fan knew that his father must still have many unfulfilled wishes.
Sword of Dictatorship, this game was once his father's sustenance. Nie Fan suddenly had endless motivation. He must not let his father's spirit in heaven disappoint.
Looking through this diary carefully, I wonder if the large amount of incomprehensible data recorded earlier is related to the Sword of Dictatorship. He is not good at math, and he has not studied since he graduated from junior high school. When he saw such a large amount of data
, my head almost exploded, let alone tidying up.
On the last page of the diary, a set of numbers caught Nie Fan's eyes, 28, 22, 218, 1, 92, 12...
These numbers are very messy, which shows that my father was not at peace when he wrote these numbers.
What do these numbers mean, radio codes? It doesn’t look like it! Don’t they have some special meaning?
There must be some reason why my father left these behind. After all, this notebook is the most important relic left by his father. These numbers may be some important codes.
Nie Fan thought hard, but still didn't get any answer he wanted. Forget it, let's put it aside for now. Maybe he can find the answer later.
Just when he was distressed, a loud bang came from the direction of Lin Xinyan's room, as if something had been hit. The sound insulation effect of the villa is very good. If ordinary things fall, they should not make such a sound.
He didn't know if something happened to Lin Xinyan. Nie Fan didn't have time to think about it. He stood up and rushed towards Lin Xinyan's room.
Arriving at the door, Nie Fan patted the door hard and shouted: "Lin Xinyan, are you okay?"
After a while, a faint cry for help came from the room, mixed with painful moans.
Something happened! Nie Fan didn't care too much, took a few steps back, rushed forward with his body, banged open the door, and rushed in.
