February 22nd, at one o'clock in the morning, in the game world, in Xu Huaishang's conference room.
Because we made an appointment to discuss matters related to S3 tonight, everyone on the Hell Front basically arrived in advance.
And Feng Bujue, who rarely arrived "on time", became the last one to show up.
"Everyone..." As soon as Brother Jue entered the door, he saw everyone looking in his direction, so he raised his hand, pointed behind him, and said, "Let me introduce..."
While he was doing this, the door of the conference room was closed and reopened, and then, a person followed Feng Bujue and walked in.
"This is the new member I told you before..." Brother Jue's words continued as the man appeared, "Snow."
Snow's image in the game is consistent with his real-life appearance, with a typical Chinese-European mixed-race face, but overall, he is closer to a yellow race, and his hair is black.
"Hi~ Hello everyone." Snow greeted everyone in the conference room with a smile on his face. He seemed to be in a good mood.
"Hello, my name is..." Xiao Tan was a relatively straightforward person. He smiled at the other person and said hello, so he also smiled and went up to introduce himself.
Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue suddenly waved his hand and stopped in front of him: "No need, everyone here is a person who has entered the S2 semi-finals. He knows you even if you don't introduce him." He paused, "Also.
"Don't be too polite to Snow..." He said, and went over to hook Snow's shoulder, "Just treat him as a second-class citizen. From now on, he will be blamed and he will die..."
"Haha..." Brother Snow's caliber is indeed different from ordinary people. Being "bullied" so openly by Brother Jue, he just smiled and continued, "That's right, seniors, don't be too arrogant to me. If you can follow me,
Brother Feng..." He seemed to feel a little inappropriate when he said this, so he added, "...I am honored to compete with you all."
"It seems like you two have a story..." Upon seeing this, An Yueqin immediately said to the two people with a look like a rotten girl and a meaningful tone.
"That's right...the person who can be unknowingly pulled into becoming the 'Seventh Person' is definitely not an ordinary person. There must be something wrong with this kind of attitude like a concubine coming in..." Ruoyu also put on a thoughtful look.
He said deliberately jokingly.
"Since you two happened to talk about this topic, I might as well mention it by the way..." Feng Bujue raised his hand to let go of Snow as he spoke, "Brother Snow claims to be bisexual."
When he mentioned the word "love", Brother Jue stretched out his hand again and slowly pushed Snow away from him.
"According to my observation, what he said is true." Feng Bujue tilted his head, "So if he does anything unusual against you in the future, please be sure to make good use of the reporting system and call the police if necessary."
"Hey, hey... it's true..." Xiaotan heard the words and continued with empty eyes.
As another straight man present besides Jue Ge, it is natural to feel a little nervous when hearing such words.
"Ha... Don't worry, Brother Xiao Tan, I am a very moral person and I have no interest in married people." A second later, Snow smiled and said to Xiao Tan and Xiao Ling, "Besides...
"As he said that, he turned his attention to Ruoyu, Miss An and Goddess Xu, "To be honest... although the seniors are all beautiful, they are not my cup of tea." At this point, he actually still said
He took out a few photos from his pocket and showed them in front of everyone, "What I like better...is this type of woman. If you have such friends in your life, you might as well introduce them to me."
At this time, everyone, including Brother Jue, came forward out of curiosity and looked at the photos.
In the photos, they are all women who look bigger than men, of all skin colors and nationalities; the key is...these photos are all of two people, each one has Snow on it, and he and those
My sister's eyes and posture when taking a group photo all looked very affectionate.
"Well..." After reading, Feng Bujue looked at Snow with complicated eyes, "Your taste... is really unique..."
At this moment, Brother Jue just figured out some things that he had not figured out on the Song of Songs; he was very confused at the beginning, why Snow was always accompanied by several strong men, even serving tea and water.
It's those black suits... Logically speaking, when a "prince of the underworld" like Snow appears on the stage, there should be several beauties around him for him to hug. Now, seeing him take out
Those photos made Brother Jue's thoughts "suddenly enlightened."
Of course, there are some things that Snow did not say out loud...
In fact, at least until he was eighteen years old, Snow had not realized that his preferences for women were different from the public's aesthetics. After all, he grew up in a life of luxury and wealth, and everyone around him also instilled in him "that kind of female talent."
"She is a beautiful woman". But since Snow realized his other orientation as an adult, he suddenly liberated his mind and discovered his true preference...
"Ah..." Snow put away the photo and smiled, "It's okay..." he said, taking half a step towards Feng Bujue, "However, my taste in boys is more general...
"
"You kid, stay away from me." Feng Bujue interrupted him immediately and took half a step back.
"Hahaha, okay." Snow shrugged, "Anyway... thank you very much for allowing me to join the Hell Front. I will definitely perform well in the competition."
"What does 'perform well' mean?" Unexpectedly, Brother Jue choked again, "It means 'must win'! You are the person I recommend. You must be prepared to die for every game; if we win in the end,
It's your responsibility if you don't win the championship, and then you will have no choice but to swallow feces and commit suicide to thank the world."
"Uh..." Snow was also shocked, "This is really me taking the blame and sending me to death..."
"Stop talking nonsense, let's put the projection of the information on the conference table for everyone to see." Feng Bujue said, "I'm going to hit some wooden stakes to practice my skills."
After saying this, he actually took out his nunchucks and ran to hit the training dummy (a conference room decoration provided by the system, there are many such training facilities in Xu Huaishang's conference room).
Snow was also very obedient and immediately ran to the conference table and displayed his character information in front of the "seniors".
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【Snow】:lv50
Title: [Cyber Gambler], Title Ability: [Strong Luck of Evil]
Experience value: 43760000/50000000, skill value: 124, game currency: 999990000.
Specialization: general a, equipment a, reconnaissance d, fighting, shooting d, medical treatment d, spiritual arts d, summoning b
Luggage (28/50): Pure water (bottled)
Horn*3, Jizo's Tears*4, Creeper's Gland*9, Raccoon Tail*3, Adhesive (Small Bottle)*76, Super Adhesive (Small Bottle)*26, Molten Fire
Core component pack*5, unicorn horn powder*2, triangular copper block*41, braided fruit*14... (There are also twenty bottles each of "large", "medium" and "small" survival value supplements,
Since only five bottles of supplements can occupy one luggage slot, they will not be listed one by one here.)
Furnace, Geneforger Set (including breastplate, leggings, shoulder pads), Boots of Choice.
Skill Column (15/15): [Construct/Summon Cybertronian Warriors] [Construct/Summon Formatted Creatures] [Construct/Summon Out of Control Experiments] [Synthesis Parts] [Synthesis Special Parts] [
Construction Technique Sub-God Machine] [Construction Technique Fantasy Machine] [Construction Technique Mountain Road King] [Summoning Technique Z Virus Infected Person] [Summoning Technique Underworld Warrior] [VR Vision] [Energy Shield] [Armor Transformation] [Demon
Able to transform】【Craftsman Spirit】
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In addition to what is listed above, Snow's storage room also contains many spare skills, as well as some "consumables" related to those skills.
After everyone reviewed Snow's situation, Xiao Ling was the first to speak: "Well...it seems like you spent a lot of money playing this game..."
Xiao Ling, who often visits auction houses and shops and has a superb memory, is quite familiar with the value of the things in Snow's inventory. Basically, Snow's luggage is full of equipment specialization manufacturing items, or summoning specialization summons.
Many of the "consumables" of living things are "supplies for advanced skills", and their value is naturally high.
Furthermore, the number of Snow's game coins, the upper limit of the luggage column and skill column... also show his unambiguous spending habits in terms of recharging.
"Yeah..." Snow was a little embarrassed when Xiao Ling said this, "I feel ashamed to say it... From the beginning, I brought my experience of playing other games into Thriller Paradise and messed up some
thing……"
Then, he talked about how he had been looking for someone to help him level up before reaching level 40, and then said: "When I realized it, I was already level 40. Although I had accumulated a lot of skills and equipment,
Because the specialization level is low, most of the time I can’t use it; in this case... when I encounter a direct battle, my combat power is far lower than other players of the same level, and it is difficult to even protect myself... basically I am a burden in the team."
Hearing this, Xu Huaishang took over the conversation and said: "Therefore, you chose to major in equipment specialization, which can be supported by money and can be improved in addition to scripts."
"Yes." Snow nodded and continued, "I first spent a high price to buy a [jq-308 military shovel] that is said to be a 'must-have for equipment expert players', and then purchased a large number of designs of various levels from the auction house.
He also collected the materials needed to create the drawings from the store and the auction house, and worked on the production in the conference room for several days...
“When I upgraded my specialization to level B, I could already create some relatively strong combat creations to protect me. Only then did I start arranging single-player scripts.
"After practicing alone for two levels...my various specializations have improved, and I also gained a lot of skill points, so I went to the scare box to buy some skills and equipment suitable for me; I fully strengthened myself.
Later, when I queued for team mode, I became much more popular. Not only did no one call me a burden anymore, they also wanted to make friends with me."
"They just want to embrace the rich man's lap." Feng Bujue, who was driving piles in the distance, did not forget to add one or two venomous comments at the right time.
"Heh..." Snow smiled coquettishly, "Of course I understand that, that kind of person... After adding friends, he will pretend to chat with you and say nice things. When he feels that he is familiar with you, he will start immediately.
With a stern face, he starts asking you for this and that, making all kinds of demands. If you don't give them to him, he will scold you behind your back and hate you in his heart... He will not give it to me even if he has so much money.
It's a bit of logic, as if people in the world who are better off than he are are indebted to people who are not as good as him... I've seen it a lot."
While he was saying this, he was smiling, but the dark aura of "the organizer" had already emerged between his eyebrows.
When it comes to "judging people", except for Feng Bujue, Snow may be better than everyone else present; in the "games" he organized, he has seen too much degradation and ugliness of human nature, among all living beings.
...There are very few people who can maintain a noble attitude at the last moment. It is for this reason...that Snow values Feng Bujue so much.
"Is this why you come here to be a second-class citizen?" Just before Snow finished speaking, Ruoyu actually opened his mouth and made a "Feng Bujue-style" complaint.
"Hmm..." Snow really thought about this question and replied, "Yes..."
After Ruoyu heard this, he glanced at his friends. Everyone looked at him with half-smiling eyes.
