Waste Strong Foundation

"Well, the title should be "Four Images of the Oriental Dragon". It looks more like a thesis, with a larger layout and standpoint."

Chang Pufan hit the last space bar, took his hands off the keyboard, and stretched comfortably.

He is a freelance writer, active in Mouyouban and various WeChat public accounts, earning a living by writing articles and selling books.

These manuscripts do not require solid knowledge reserves and rigorous arguments. What they want is plain and straightforward, with a little gimmick to promote traditional culture, coupled with high-definition cultural relics pictures searched from major museums and databases, and finally come up with several similarities. Mainstream divergence conclusions.

Add to the blockage of academia?

——Fucking shit!

It's called science popularization, and it means never to join forces with "bricks" and "scholars", and to express one's own opinions bravely.

Humming a song, he left the study and went to the kitchen to heat up a meal, when he saw his son Xiao Xiao entering the door with a big courier in his arms.

Chang Pufan glanced at the time on the electronic screen of the refrigerator, and scolded: "Where did you go to play after the evening self-study?! Bring it here and let me see!"

Xiao Xiao reluctantly walked into the kitchen, "Dad, it's nothing...just, just a few notebooks."

Chang Pufan glared at him, "You fucking bought idle books with my money again. You are repeating, think about your classmates who are in freshman year, do you want to be ashamed? Trash! Pig brains! I am delicious I feed you deliciously, how much did you score in the fucking test, huh?!"

Xiao Xiao's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Last year, I said that I didn't want to repeat it, and it would be nice to take 211."

When Chang Pufan heard this, he threw the courier box on the ground, gouged his son fiercely with his eyes, and suddenly became very gentle again. He grabbed Xiaoxiao's shoulders with both hands and encouraged him kindly: "Son, you failed the college entrance examination. Dad I tell my old classmates every year... Oh, my son is very smart, and he is in the top ten in the city every time he takes the exam... You have to work harder in the college entrance examination this year, did you get the monthly exam ranking?"

Xiao Xiao silently took out the grade slip.

Seeing Chang Pufan grinning to the corner of his mouth, his body turned cold. Taking advantage of his father's good mood, he quickly picked up the courier and went back to the bedroom.

His dad was right.

He has always aimed at Tsinghua University, but he was not allowed to apply for volunteering, and he dared not perfunctory for another year. He didn't get enough sleep for five hours a day.

Just, just... As the college entrance examination approached, the pressure increased.

He couldn't hold back anymore.The silent gaze of his parents and relatives made him unable to bear the consequences of failing the college entrance examination again.

The original friends are all in college, and this year they frequently mentioned the preheating and paid reservation channel for the second test of a game called "Waste".

Can play while sleeping?

Does it not affect the daytime study at all?

Relax, decompress?

Xiao Xiao was encouraged that day, and accompanied her buddies to pay 200 yuan for the pre-sale, but she did not expect to be qualified for the internal test.

He opened the courier, quickly stuffed the things into the quilt before looking at them, and then sat at the desk to recite the words.

His bedroom cannot be locked.

He didn't put on the silver-white VR glasses until he heard the footsteps of his mother who had woken up to observe his situation completely disappeared.

Xiao Xiao usually doesn't play games, just pinching people has been playing for a long time.

The glaring white light disappeared, and a wet feeling came from her fingertips. When Xiao Xiao opened her eyes, there were players in brown novice outfits everywhere.

He stayed in place for a long time, following the crowd in disbelief to watch the novice plot, and then...

Just free activities? !Don't have any mandatory tasks?

Wow, it's really, really the kind of holographic game mentioned in a science fiction novel!

In the past two days, nearly 1 new players have come online one after another, and the old players who have been tested have also been beaten up.

Especially a muscular man with the nickname [Miracle Leng Leng], who changed his appearance every 2 minutes, in exchange for many exclamations.

"Don't look at it, what's the point of seeing a man change clothes and go around in circles. Brother, can you help me down the tree?"

Xiao Xiao raised her head and saw a male player pretending to be a beginner trying to cover his nickname, "Ah? How did you get there?"

Gu Dailu: "It's hard to say. Wait, you don't know me, do you?"

Xiao Xiao nodded stiffly.He is not very used to the reality of this game, he always feels like he is dreaming.

Gu Dailu’s social fear has almost been cured—he was forcibly cured by Mr. Wen of Pointer Entertainment’s black-hearted compensation contract. He called up the game panel and looked at the daily tasks, “Ahem, brothers and sisters, start It’s live. Let’s take Mengxin to the main line today.”

Xiao Xiao was purely accidental, most of the new players who knew him in the game.

After meeting some old fans of the live broadcast room by chance, Gu Dailu gave up hiding his nickname and calmly took a group of novices to tour the city.

"Wow, that small building with metal structure is the house where Lao Fei and the two of them lived, so beep—cool!"

"Isn't the thatched cottage here repaired?"

"The pottery kiln is about to open, and I really want to do this handicraft, but it is very expensive to do it once in Shanghai."

"Where is Fuxi? Where is Dayu, the first emperor of the universe? Is it true that the new NPC is so cold and doesn't give me any stickers?"

"Ah, it's a panda! I feel that after being taken over by our players, every panda has gained a lot of weight, hehe, but, love!"

……

When the number of players is large, the atmosphere will be extremely lively, and it is easy to give novices the impression that "this game is easy to launch".

As a result, people continued to go offline halfway, and after downloading screenshots from their mailboxes and sending them to Moments, "Trash" was no longer available.

[@费常, it’s a ball, and the number of people online at the same time is not enough (crying)]

[I ran downstairs in my pajamas for two laps, and then I kept queuing (lighting a cigarette)]

[at What are you planning dad for? (At the end of May, there is a pre-sale of the book of the wife of the SF science fiction group, officially authorized by the official derivative network]

[Fei Zong will go bankrupt sooner or later, woo woo woo—so when will @费宋 let go of online restrictions?Bankrupt you alone, happiness for all mankind]

……

Hmph, bankruptcy is impossible, and I will never go bankrupt again in this life.

Fei Mingqiu quickly browsed the comment area, his gaze paused hesitantly for ten seconds on the "SF science fiction group".

There are a lot of things to do to prepare new players to go online, and he has forgotten that he pushed the official derivative website to the research institute at that time.

Especially for the website, he remembered that Shangyuan was in charge of operation and maintenance. When did Shangyuan open a derivative website?strangeness.

As for the "book"——

Well understood.

Just like the blank notebook that came with the first version of the VR device designed by him and Shang Yuan.

When a game becomes popular, the development of corresponding derivative products will follow.

Well, it seems that Ma Binghe and Qiu Xiaosheng have cooperated well, and the field of cultural and creative products should be handed over to professionals.

Thinking of this, Fei Mingqiu no longer read the comments on the discussion board of the official website, changed his clothes and went out to give new players the main quest.

It is not too difficult for him at present to increase the number of concurrent online users to more than 1 through three batches of draws.

The trouble is "full building of the tribe".

The word "sufficient", considering the garbage judgment system of the Qindi District Court, must be very particular.

Now that the workforce in return for the "fun" is in place, it's time to get the put-on bronze smelting job back on track.

The leader of the slaves from Yanchi was a little worried, and said timidly: "My lord, we have never done this."

Fei Mingqiu: "It's okay, I will settle down my... clansmen, and I will pick some clansmen to go back to Yanchi with you. Is there anyone from the Xiong family?"

"No. In the past, the priests always contacted the main city. The main city looked down on us. They thought our salt was too bitter and would cause diarrhea."

Not to mention it, Fei Mingqiu improvised, very cleverly said:

"No, that's mainly due to poor sanitation control."

Although the players are disheartened by all kinds of deaths every day, they are people living in 2021 after all, and they have a good sense of hygiene.

It's hard to say for the natives.The civilians and slaves in the two settlements are now mixed together, and the slaves are no longer exclusive to a certain civilian. They have to attend "literacy night school" at night, so it is inconvenient for the common people who are used to ordering slaves to work. .

Why are more and more players bringing pandas here?

It is because I think the salt pond is too smelly and dirty, and I feel wronged. It is a national treasure that can push players into the soil with one punch.

Fei Mingqiu: "I'll let Qingyuan and you go back to Yanchi first. Some garbage doesn't need to be carried hard, and it can be burned clean. Since the salt pond produces salt, there should be a lot of natural soda stones. Let me draw a picture for your reference. It's a pity that the wild boars here Too lean, not much fat..."

Yuan Yuan, who was commanded by the two goddesses, said, "What? My business? No, big brother, I don't have supernatural powers anymore."

Fuxi is the god of creation, with inexhaustible divine power, generous and generous, so he bit his fingertips and tapped him twice on the face.

Seeing this, Xihe also pulled out a few black threads and tied them on Yuanyuan's wings, "Isn't there now. My son's Shenhuo, do you like it?"

Yuanyuan didn't dare to struggle, and said with a forced smile: "I like it, I like it very much. I will treasure the supernatural powers you two gave me."