086. An American server designed to kill foreigners
Jiang Siming took it back happily, already thinking about which game to write tonight.
It doesn't matter if it's "Dragon", "World of Warcraft", or Legend. Anyway, as long as it's a popular online game, you can just change your account and sell it, and you'll get your money for nothing.
Enter the game lobby. This is an island map. All players gather on the birth island.
Jiang Siming looked up and realized that he had clicked on the four-row mode without paying attention just now.
Because before playing with Daidai, we used four rows, and Jiang Siming didn’t change it just now, so it was a four-row mode.
Considering that points would be deducted if he exited the game, Jiang Siming decided to play four rows.
It's just a handful, maybe it can be matched with three big-breasted American girls.
But it turned out that Jiang Siming was overthinking. They were three rough guys who spoke American English and sounded like Americans.
"Hey buddy, where are you from?" the other party asked in English, with a very friendly tone. It seemed that they were in the third row.
"Huaxia." Jiang Siming replied, there is no need to hide it, I am a Chinese and I am proud.
"Oh! Chinese people? Really? I like Chinese people very much! My dream is to travel to China!"
Unexpectedly, the other party shouted out in surprise when he heard it, and spared no effort to praise Hua Xia.
The same goes for the other two people. They both said that China is a really nice place and the people in China are very friendly and so on.
Jiang Siming naturally lost his guard. Although he was not proud, he still communicated with these three people in a friendly manner.
At this point, the audience discovered another skill of Jiang Siming!
"Holy shit, shit, shit, shit! Don't ask me why I'm so incoherent, I don't want to explain."
"Mingshen can also speak English! His spoken English is completely London accent, perfect!"
"Unlock another new skill of Mingshen, and your English level is super high!"
"Damn it, an otaku who plays games can also speak two foreign languages. How can this make us fellow otakus feel embarrassed?"
"These three Americans are so friendly. Mingshen may consider taking them to eat some chicken."
...
There was quite a heated discussion about Jiang Siming's ability to speak English.
However, because these three Americans praised China for a while, everyone quickly changed the topic and everyone felt bright in their faces.
The beautiful motherland is so loved by foreign people, and they feel proud of it.
The plane took off, and No. 1, the American who spoke first just now, marked a remote spot.
"Friends from China, are you really Chinese? Why is your spoken English so good?" Number 1 confirmed again and again, as if he wanted to clarify something.
"Can't those who speak well be Chinese?" Jiang Siming asked, feeling a little strange, but didn't think much about it.
Number 1 immediately denied it, apologized repeatedly, and his attitude was quite sincere.
"Of course not, my friend, you misunderstood. I just rarely meet Chinese people, and I just want to hear some interesting places or things about China from their mouths. I like it there so much! As for the slip of the tongue I just made, I
You apologize."
"That's not necessary." Jiang Siming saw that the other party had such a correct attitude, and his little doubts were dispelled.
The four of them landed in the marked town. Jiang Siming entered a housing area and started searching for things.
The strange thing was that the other three people were not far away from him, they were all searching right next to him.
Jiang Siming, who was concentrating on which online game to make money by copying the chip, didn't care.
As soon as they finished searching the house, No. 1 ran towards him and shouted excitedly: "Friend, I picked up 98k, but I don't know how to play, so I'll give it to you!"
This American is really nice. It doesn’t seem like the American servers are unfriendly like those people said on the barrage.
Jiang Siming also thought that the other party was going to give him a gun, and stopped before he could say his thanks.
On the black and white screen in front of him, Jiang Siming fell to the ground with a 98k bullet in his head, lying helplessly on the ground.
At this time, the three teammates, who had always been warm, friendly and kind-hearted, collectively laughed wildly.
"Hahaha! Chinese monkey, do you really think we are good to you? You Chinese pig!"
"Huaxia guy, how do you feel about being deceived? I've flattered you so much from China, so I guess it's not too much to kill you now, hahaha."
"Weilis, is this the first Chinese monkey we have killed today?"
"Oh God, I'm counting, it seems to be the fifth one, no, it's the sixth one, but what the heck, it's so cool to kill these Chinese monkeys!"
"Looking at their trusting and harmless eyes, and then giving them a fatal blow, a blow to the head, Willis, is your live broadcast room's popularity going to skyrocket?"
"Hey, thanks to these Chinese monkeys, my live broadcast room is booming!"
...
Listening to the unbridled ridicule and laughter of these three people, Jiang Siming's face turned gloomy for the first time.
There is no emotion or anger in his expression as calm as water, but those who are familiar with Jiang Siming will definitely know that this is when he really gets angry!
The audience was first surprised by this sudden change, and then became very angry.
"Fuck you Yankees! These bastards are so fucking mean!"
"First deceive others into trusting them, and then kill them. How could there be such a disgusting person?"
"Mingshen was careless and didn't expect that the other party would suddenly take action."
"This is the norm in the two-row or four-row mode in the US server. Recently, there has been a surge of anchors killing foreigners in the US server. Among them, the anchors who kill Chinese people are the most popular, and there are still many people watching."
"Racial discrimination has existed in the United States since ancient times. These white-skinned people look down on anyone with other skins."
"I really want to give these three guys a fucking machine gun!"
"Poor me, Mingshen, I'm going to admit defeat now."
...
The audience was filled with indignation, but Jiang Siming remained silent and did not exit the game. He just quietly watched the three Americans dancing and taunting him.
"This Chinese monkey hasn't quit the game yet."
"You won't be so scared that you wet your pants, hahaha."
"Maybe he's crying, looking for his mother, quack quack."
The three of them were still laughing happily without feeling any guilt at all.
Finally, Jiang Siming, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
"Three white pigs, very good. You have successfully pissed me off. As long as I match you, I will kill you into the damn bastards you are."
Jiang Siming's counterattack was sonorous and powerful, interrupting the laughter of the three Americans.
"Haha, little monkey, you'd better go back to your Asian server."
"You still want to match us? I think you don't know how to die!"
"I really wish I could continue to match you, Huaxia Pig, your existence has brought the popularity of my live broadcast room to the highest peak. Don't get me wrong, they are not sympathizing with you, they think I killed you too beautifully.
I'm applauding, hahahaha..."
Jiang Siming didn't talk nonsense to them anymore and quit the game directly. (To be continued)