I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

When Xiao Lan woke up, she looked at the antique bed curtain and the strange ceiling. The body and the bed were made of wood with carved flowers and the quilt was made of brocade. The texture on the top was delicate and embroidered. It wasn't made by a machine, and there was an elegant incense in the air.

There is also a blank in my mind, where is he? What was he doing before?

Xiao Lan almost thought he had crossed.

Maybe a short time later, a maid will rush over and say to him: "Oh Master, you finally woke up, you have been in a coma for many days, and your wife and master are worried about death..."

"Are you awake, sir?" Luo's voice came from the side, only to pull Xiao Lan's thoughts back from the wildly speculation.

Through the bed curtain made of light gauze, Luo's figure was somewhat blurred. Xiao Lan could only see his black body. It seemed that he changed back to the previous three-piece suit, standing still waiting for Xiao Lan's Reply.

Some fragments suddenly flashed in Xiao Lan's blank mind, hot springs, red plums, lights, silhouettes walking towards him in the mist of mist... and - Xue Zhuo.

Xue Zhuo's taste was really good. He seemed to be drinking too much wine at the time. At the end, he was not very clear what he was doing, but he vaguely remembered the time before he lost consciousness. Just looking at Luo felt that this person was special. Pleasantly, the kind that looks good in any way.

Xiao Lan's heart tightened, he... didn't do strange things to Luo?

"Sir?" Luo asked again.

"Huh? Oh... I woke up." Xiao Lan recovered, and turned over to get out of the bed and lifted the bed curtain.

Luo's face beside the bed, with a graceful smile as always, seemed normal.

"I was drunk last night and didn't do anything?" Xiao Lan asked uncertainly.

"Hmm..." Luo pondered for a moment, his face seemed a little serious.

He adjusted his expression later and regained his smile and said, "No, breakfast is ready for you."

Xiao Lan: "..."

But your expression doesn't look like it doesn't! ! !

Xiao Lan couldn't help staring at Luo's face, trying to see a little clue from his expression.

However, is the thickness of the non-human facial skin that human vision can penetrate? Only a calm can be seen on Luo's face, just like every day before.

But the more he is like this, the more self-doubt Xiao Lan is. Is he really doing?

Is it the kind of thing that makes Luo think it is better not to mention or forget?

And Luo did not explain there. He was so secretly disgusted, enjoying the day that was hung by his family every day.

With such doubts, Xiao Lan spent the next few days at the Hot Spring Villa.

It seems that in the future, don't drink on the basis of the amount of alcohol you drink. Do you think this is a rollover? And drinking wine in the hot spring is not good for your health. Xiao Lan can't do it anymore, Xiao Lan reflected.

After returning to the player's station, Xiao Lan returned to the life of crazy training every day, gradually throwing away the doubts in his mind.

The time to enter the game comes again.

After the familiar darkness faded.

Appearing in Xiao Lan's eyes is an unmanned front desk. The shape of the front desk is very avant-garde, with a sharp arc, followed by several "death game studios" made of silver-white metal on a black background wall. A typeface full of design and a unique logo on the side.

Obviously this is the front desk of a game studio.

Looking at the name and the game content coming to the world, it is likely to be a studio that makes horror games.

There are clocks on the wall, drinking fountains and snack cabinets, sofas and seats for visitors to rest around, and a TV with a large screen. Everything looks normal, but there is no silhouette.

Soon after, the players appeared one after another, a total of nine people, and this time there was no female player.

Everyone gathered together in the lobby, and when no new players appeared, no npc came out to receive players.

The players stayed where they appeared, observing each other and their surroundings, and no one rushed out to introduce themselves or ask for a team.

This is probably the biggest difference between intermediate and beginner players.

They are no longer superstitious about the principle of more power and more people. Sometimes more people mean that threats are by their side. The expectation of the same player has changed from helping each other to becoming not to hold back each other or to block the gun.

Xiao Lan looked around, it didn't look like the internal structure of the office building, but like it was in a suite.

Although the scenery seen from the window is false and silent, although it is dark, it can be distinguished that it is in a villa area under the reflection of the street lights.

This may be an early establishment, a small studio in the owner's own villa.

The door cannot be opened by convention.

In this game, even the windows cannot go out. There are invisible walls in the air that are blocking the players. It seems that the scope of the game is limited to the area of ​​this studio.

All areas except this hall are blocked by glass doors. There is a card-sweeping machine next to the glass doors. Obviously, it is necessary to swipe to pass. However, before the main line of the game is clear, players do not intend to ruin the scene.

Therefore, at present, their activities can only be limited to this hall.

"It seems that we can only wait for the game to start here." A man's voice sounded, the voice was slightly low, every bite was clear and sharp, but there was a sense of laziness and arrogance in the tone. The sound that is easy to remember.

The players turned their heads and saw a man with a smile in the corner of his mouth.

His facial features came out, his long and narrow eyes were a little careless, with unilateral earrings, and the hairstyle was like a star. Wearing a very coquettish white suit, it looks very extraordinary regardless of workmanship, wearing a coat of the same color on his shoulders, every move has a full array of style.

When he was talking, he caressed the white long-haired cat in his arms, a leisurely look, and the cat also showed a very enjoyable expression, and even snorted happy.

This man is like a white peacock with an open screen, exuding his charm all the time.

Unfortunately, this time the audience was male creatures.

They looked at this guy in white clothes, and thought of a sentence with a heart---

You're so mad.

Xiao Lan looked at the talking man and felt a sense of familiarity in the other party. It was like when they met Wang Ke or Qi Ning in Mrs. Bella’s manor. Feel free.

This is most likely an advanced player.

Seemingly aware of Xiao Lan's eyes, the man addicted to sucking cats raised his head and straightened his eyes. The man looked at Xiao Lan and said, "Hello, I am Cheng Wenyi."

There was no self-humility when the ordinary person introduced himself in that tone, as if someone should take him for granted.

Xiao Lan nodded at him: "Hello, I am Xiao Lan."

With the opening of the two, other players took the initiative to introduce themselves.

Anyway, the game hasn't officially started yet, it's not so short of time.

After several players introduced themselves.

"I, I... called, called Huabei." A man who looked very shy said that he seemed to have social phobia, and this sentence had made him blush.

"Hua chant... good name..." one player said.

What a name that arouses the evil thoughts in the heart.

"Did you have a brother called chanting?" Xiao Lan couldn't help asking.

"No, it's not." Huabei scratched her head with a red face. "It's shellfish, shellfish, shellfish."

Hua Bei talked a lot, and Xiao Lan realized that this man was stuttering. He was introverted and shy. The whole person looked like a gentle and harmless herbivore.

But such a person can also be promoted to the intermediate level, he must not be so harmless.

When everyone introduced themselves briefly, only one person still sat motionless in the corner.

He looked like a fifteen-six, wearing a black hooded hood, with a lot of leather or metal ornaments, several earrings on his ears, and a lip ring on his mouth. Deep dark circles, looks like a posture of a punk boy.

The teenager has been addicted to the game console in his hands.

The game console looks very old, and the screen is still a green pixel screen. Dididi's game sounds became more apparent after everyone was quiet.

Next to the t-shirt with a portrait of a beautiful girl, a fat man named Hu Zhai showed envious eyes: "Early gameboy, I am so envious..."

However, the teenager didn't raise his head to take care of everyone.

At this moment, Cheng Wen said: "Xiaoyang, say hello to everyone."

The punk boy addicted to the game finally gave his eyes to the players in the same game: "Mu Yang."

After his self-introduction, Mu Yang laid his head down and continued to fight with his ancient game. The unruly soul of the punk boy didn't bother to get along with the stupid adults.

Cheng Wen smiled: "Sorry, Xiao Yang is like that, he likes games."

Hu Zhai couldn't help but ask: "Don't you stop him? It's dangerous to bring a cell phone..."

Cheng Wenyi: "So his game console was downgraded from a switch to a gameboy. It's not easy for ghosts to come out of this pixelated screen."

Hearing the words, Hu Zhai's face was sorrowful, as if he heard the famous sayings of the world.

The game house is really full of creativity and courage at this moment.

The players are all introduced, and there is no change in the game. For a time, they have scattered themselves and used their own way to pass the time.

Cheng Wen approached Xiao Lan as soon as possible.

The white mummy in his arms seemed to be interested in Xiao Lan, and he yelled "Mimi~" and "Mi~~" in Xiao Lan's direction. It looks like he jumped out of Cheng Wenyi's arms.

The cat ran two steps, but suddenly stopped when approaching Xiao Lan.

He looked at Luo, just like he saw a dangerous beast, his white hair exploded, and he jumped back to Cheng Wenyi in an instant, daring not to approach Xiao Lan again.

"Sherrie?" Cheng Wen was a bit strange about the change of his cat.

The white cat named Shirley just lay on his feet and stopped moving forward.

"Sorry, it seems to scare your cat?" Xiao Lan said.

"It's okay, Shirley has always been timid and coquettish." Cheng Wenyi turned his attention away from the cat and turned to Xiao Lan. "I didn't introduce it before, I come from reincarnation."

Why is it reincarnation? Xiao Lan felt strange.

"Why, Mr. Xiao has contacted the reincarnation person before?" Seeing Xiao Lan's expression, Cheng Wen asked.

"Well, it's a girl named No. 1 Richest." Xiao Lan didn't conceal. After all, in the same game, he knows that he has seen several people with the first richest man, and the passion of the first richest man who tells the story of Brother Xiao, I am afraid that he has told his story back and forth like the storyteller under the overpass. Three hundred rounds.

"Xiaofugui." Cheng Wen smiled, "I know her, she and another girl organized a'Brother Xiao's Support Club' in the reincarnation, and also attracted many members to join the club. The recent development momentum is particularly good. "

"Brother Xiao, wouldn't it be you?"

Xiao Lan: "..."

I didn't expect this to happen!

Countless shameful memories hovered in his mind like a walking light, now I want to deny that this is too late? Or when you first encountered the first rich man, you should say ‘I am not, I am not, you admit the wrong person’.

However, in this case, everything seems to be too late.

Shame is like the wind, always with me.

At this time, Mu Yang's voice came along, accompanied by the sound effects of the game: "Old... He doesn't have a support club himself, so I really care about this."

Article 1: "..."

He took a deep breath and kept his slightly reserved smile: "Xiaoyang, add a composition to your homework this time."

The game console in Mu Yang's hands was instantly fragrant: "...I hate composition most!"

Cheng Wen glanced at him gently: "Two articles."

Mu Yang's head drooped down: "I was wrong..."

In front of the tyrant's work, the unruly soul of the punk boy was suppressed and could not lift his head.

Cheng Wenyi's eyes turned back to Xiao Lan: "Since Mr. Xiao knows the first rich man, should he consider joining the reincarnation? The welfare of our reincarnation is very good."

Xiao Lan pointed to Mu Yang, who was languishing: "Does it include child labor?"

Article 1: "..."

There is no way to chat this day!

Xiao Lan: "Just kidding, I'm just more used to being with my teammates, which makes it easier to sharpen myself, not to mention that I don't care about reality."

After listening to Xiao Lan's answer, Cheng Wen did not continue to persuade, nor did he have an angry look on his face. It seemed that he was just talking, and he showed a meaningful smile: "Then I look forward to seeing Mr. Xiao's ability."

At this moment, the clock on the wall came to 0:44.

The originally peaceful atmosphere was suddenly broken.

Along with the brisk ringing, the TV next to the background board lit up. No picture can be seen on the screen, just a snowflake.

A voice came out of the screen: "Welcome... new employees, please follow the guidance to enter fingerprints and facial information at the front desk and receive a work permit..."

The voice was cold and distant, with a somber taste.