When Yang Guangxu heard this, he immediately became angry: "What do you mean, kid? Why do I bully the young when I press you? Aren't you bullying the elderly when you press me?"
The young man smiled and said: "Teacher, you are wrong. You are still so young, how can you accept the old age? Look at your performance in front of the camera. You don't have any stage fright. It's just you who scared yourself. You are all
You didn’t see how strange the director looked at you, it was like seeing a piece of rough jade that had been polished off, but you ended up feeling depressed, and you don’t know why you felt depressed.”
Yang Guangxu was silent. To be honest, what the student said this time was unreasonable. He has always paid too much attention to the roles. Although it is not visible on the surface, in fact, deep down, he cares very much about the roles he has played.
, he does not want his characters to have any impact because of his aging in real life. This is actually the last insistence of an old artist.
He wants to keep the best on the stage forever and keep his old self only to himself.
What he did was a choice, and there was nothing wrong or right about it. He himself knew that what he did was not wrong.
It's just that sometimes what you think is correct is not correct. As the boy said, the role makes you, and you also make the character. The two make each other successful. If one day you feel that you have delayed the role, then
It means that the role actually delays you, and it's all mutual.
When the teacher walks out, it actually means that he is back again.
The water the boy gave him was just a catalyst. He just walked the teacher through it again, allowing him to regain his confidence. Although the effect of the medicine will last forever and may expire tomorrow, but so what? A self-confidence
The old artist has conquered countless people in the world.
After the boy returned home, he ate the meal cooked by his mother, sat on the bed, and felt a little lost. He had finished reading all the books at home, and there was no point in reading them again. He had also finished learning some of the skills he should learn, and the rest were practical.
Operation, or various operations, but now he is facing a very serious question, does he want to play this game?
Although the game crashed for a day, it was back online later. Of course, it was only available to registered users. People like teenagers who had not yet registered were actually unable to use it. There was no way around it. But just now, teenager
While wiping the helmet, I suddenly noticed that the top of the helmet actually came out.
A hole as big as a human hand appeared. It was scary and very strange. Why did this happen? It was as if someone kept poking out his helmet when he was not in the room.
Do you just want him to enter the game? Or do you have other ideas?
The boy's heartbeat was very fast, and he subconsciously put his finger in.
In an instant, the boy lost consciousness and lay on the bed.
[Welcome to the real world, I am your guide Duoyun, please enter your user name.]
The young man looked at the elf in front of him and suddenly became curious. The beta version he was playing didn't seem to have such a thing, or was it actually there but was deliberately ignored? Anyway? The young man typed his name first.
【Source Chen.】
"Hello, my good friend Yuan Chen, welcome to the real world. You can build your kingdom here, cultivate your power here, and build your harem here. Here
It’s your other real world.”
Duoyun loves to talk, but the boy doesn't feel annoyed at all. He has been listening patiently, and then looks at the surrounding mountains and rivers with curiosity on his face. Today seems to be really different from the beta version, but the boy doesn't either.
Dare to wander around, it always stays at the birth point, waiting for this little elf to say.
After the elf finished speaking, the boy asked curiously: "I heard that there is a problem in your real world. Will I suddenly be unable to return to the real world while playing?"
Duoyun smiled happily and said: "How is that possible? Don't worry, my master, the real world is very safe, and it is impossible for anyone to get hurt."
Before Duoyun finished speaking, he started to burn, as if he was about to fall into hell. The young man's eyelids jumped wildly and he shouted: "I want to log off, I want to log off, send me offline quickly."
"
Pulling his fingers out of the helmet, the young man felt that he almost couldn't come back. This was a real feeling. His guide actually burned on his own. It was really scary and terrifying.
The boy felt that his hands were still hot. When he lowered his head, he saw that the helmet had been burned beyond recognition. The boy twitched when he looked at it. Isn't this thing worth 2 million? Just play with it for 2 million for a short while, and then you can do it by yourself.
Destruction? Isn't this too expensive? In this form, how can a young man play? He has to live where he is acting so that he can take time to play for a while.
At this moment, the young man felt unbelievable. Of course, he understood that this was definitely not a common thing. However, the young man remembered a helmet he had found before. There was a broken finger inside. At that time, the young man was very puzzled. Why was the finger broken?
Will it be in the helmet? Now the boy understands that this is what happened, but the question arises again, who left the finger in the helmet and then forwarded it to him.
It seems that he still has to find the person who sold him the helmet, maybe he can get some answers from him. The young man thought for a while and felt that this matter must be resolved quickly, otherwise, it may make him feel
disturbed.
But before that, the young man repaired the helmet first. Fortunately, it had just been burned and was not completely broken. The young man lightly clicked on the burned equipment. Unexpectedly, they all returned to their original state.
Looking at the young man's eyelids twitching again, he always felt that this was a little too unreal, but he had some special powers, which should be consistent with reality.
Unexpectedly, after reinstalling the helmet, the boy put it back in its original position, but after thinking about it, he decided to keep the helmet with him. After all, his room seemed unsafe, and someone could actually give it to him.
There is a hole in his helmet. Is this a warning? It means that if you want to poke a hole in his head, it is actually very simple.
The boy felt a sense of crisis, so now he must quickly find the bad uncle who gave him the helmet.
Flying in the air, following the line of cause and effect, the boy quickly found his target. At this time, the guy was actually playing at home in the real world, and there was a weird smile on his face. The boy understood this kind of thing very well.
He smiled, so he was forced to log off immediately. After this guy just logged off, he didn’t ask any questions and rushed out of the house. He didn’t even wear shoes, just put on a pair of big pants, and then ran wildly, while
He ran and shouted, "There's a ghost!"
This attracted a lot of people's attention. After there were more people, the guy relaxed and seemed to have formed some kind of muscle habit.
This guy's weird actions are probably closely related to the severed finger.
The young man still remembered that he still had the white powder in his pocket. The thing was still lingering around him, as if it was haunting him. It made him feel a little chilled when he saw it, and he always felt that one day, one of his eyebrows would be covered by one.
When I poked a hole with my finger, I felt shuddering just thinking about it.
Everything has its own development pattern. With this finger following him, there must be something he needs to get from himself. Whether it is his body or soul, the young man is not going to give it to him, so he must find a way to get rid of this thing.
, otherwise, it is very likely that I will no longer be myself in the end, but it is also strange, why did nothing happen when I was lying in the hospital? I encountered so many things when I just came out. Is it because of myself?
What was brought out in the game?
That's why it attracts the attention of so many weird things. If this is the case, then you must be careful when using your abilities. Otherwise, you may be in a dangerous situation. If it really comes to that
At this point, the young man didn't know if he could survive with the power of the three-legged cat?
Are you still used to the life in the game? Who dares to plot against you in the game? Then go and serve it to him, but it’s so strange, why can people outside the game easily control the people in the game? And the people in the game are obviously better than the people in the game.
Outsiders are even stronger.
The boy was suddenly stunned for a moment. The company in the real world should not want to bring the powerful existences in the game into real life. When he thought of this possibility, the boy felt a little incredible. They were also human beings. Why did they
Are your thoughts always so anti-human?
This is obviously a thankless job, so why do you do it? Is the boss of this company actually an antisocial personality?
If this is the case, if they had already started to implement this decision, then are they a case of failed experiments or a successful work of experiments?
The young man stared at the guy standing in the crowd, walked over casually, took out the ashes from his pocket, and sprinkled it directly on the fat man, but he didn't expect that the other guy was so flexible, he actually avoided it, and stared at him fiercely.
Just one look at him made the young man feel that something was wrong.
This look doesn't look like what a human should have. Maybe this guy is no longer the same guy at this time.
The young man's eyes changed and he narrowed his eyes slightly. At this moment, the young man was wearing a mask and a hat. He was not afraid of being recognized at all. He continued to dig into his pocket. The ashes in his pocket seemed to be refilled after they were used up. It was endless.
There is no end.
The fat man in big underpants had a sharp look in his eyes.
But before he could make any move, a sudden gust of wind blew over, causing the flexible fat man to take a mouthful of ashes. The next moment, the fat man was lying on the ground as if convulsed, and the young man was always invisible.
I really don't know why this fat man can see him.
Many people came to watch. Someone called 120, and the guy woke up. After waking up, he looked around blankly, slightly confused.
The young man subconsciously touched his pocket. Good guy, there were more ashes in his pocket.