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Chapter 9 His Knight
When the takeaway arrived, He Ruge quit the game and searched for "Your Exclusive Lover" while eating the takeaway. What puzzled him was that he couldn't find any information about this game.
Is it still in the closed beta stage?
How did he get to this game in the first place? He Ruge found that he seemed to have amnesia. Has he ever played this game?
I can't remember it, forget it, don't want it, it's not a big deal anyway.
After He Ruge finished the takeout, he opened the document and sorted out the detailed outline. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He Ruge is a person with a regular schedule. He goes to bed early and wakes up. He eats three meals a day on time. He turns off the computer and goes The bathroom is ready to be cleaned up before going to bed.
The bathtub was filled with warm water, and the little yellow duck was floating on the water. He Ruge’s cheeks were blushing from steaming steam. He lowered his eyes to look at the toy little yellow duck with affection, and his fingers turned the little yellow duck. Ge said to herself: "Don't look at me taking a shower with such a cute expression, I'm a little embarrassed."
Because the relaxing mood brought by the bath stops at He Ruge seeing his feet--
A pair of slender legs overlapped together, emitting an ivory halo under the water waves, and strange blood-red lines emerged from the inner thighs, covering the skin like blood-wrapped agate.
He Ruge bent his legs and looked at the spreading palm-sized red pattern in disbelief.
The lines are neatly arranged, just like fish scales that are not filled with color in the drawing. The fingertips follow the red lines, smooth and soft, like a unique tattoo.
He Ruge hurriedly put on his yukata, and opened Bai Du to search for "what is the strange disease of red lines on the legs".
As we all know, go to the doctor if you are sick, don't just Baidu, because if you search online, it may be just a symptom of a small cold, and it will be said to be incurable.
He Ruge put down his phone with a pale face, and Liushen sat silently in a daze. After a long period of silence, he logged in to Penguin and his friends and said: "I have a very important thing to tell you. I may not write any more in the future. "
A codeword machine with no emotions: "What's wrong? I was stupid by the sunspot in your article? Leave that stupid alone. At first glance, he is the wretched man of the Internet newspaper."
He Ruge: "???"
What sunspot? He is addicted to playing games today, and he hasn't read his comment area yet.
But this is not the point. He Ruge took a deep breath and typed sadly: "No, I..."
He didn't want to tell the news that he might be terminally ill, and make his friends feel sad for him, so He Ruge euphemistically said: "The world is so big, I want to see it."
A codeword machine without emotions: "You have no money, and you are dying of poverty. Are you going to travel poorly? Can you afford a plane ticket?"
He Ruge: "..."
The atmosphere of misery that had just been brewing was completely ruined by poverty.
Emotionless codeword machine: "You told me a few days ago that you have to work hard after entering V, otherwise you can't even pay next month's rent. Okay, well, I know you are speeding at 1,500 per hour. Without my speed of five thousand per hour, every time I spelled words with me, I would be blood-torted. I don't want to urge you every day. But I still want it on Saturday."
He Ruge: "...Are you the devil?"
A codeword machine without feelings: "Okay, just full-time pressure will indeed be a lot of pressure. When you are sad, codewords should turn grief into strength. Your growth is pretty good. As long as you don’t collapse, I guarantee you. This will explode. If it doesn’t explode, I’ll eat the keyboard live, so don’t worry now."
A codeword machine without emotions: "By the way, will you have more money tomorrow?"
He Ruge typed tremblingly: "...Sun, the sky is falling, and updates are needed."
Emotionless codeword machine: "I have a good enlightenment. If you are dying tomorrow, I will kill you. I will watch the video first, and I won’t talk about it."
He Ruge touched his face, and remembered that Jiyou had just told him that there was a black man making trouble.
Brush negative?
He withdrew from Penguin, opened Jinjiang, and opened his own text with a numb expression, a dazzling "-2" screen.
The fuse of the negative incident is a comment:
Netizen: Newspaper Chapters reviewed: 18 Score: 2
The author has described the villain’s psychology in such a detailed manner, I am afraid that he is the kind of disgusting person.
1L: Ball
I'm afraid it's not a leverage
2L: summer ice cream
You are sick
3L: Newspaper
I can spray, I have many moonstones. Scold me, then I'm also welcome
Netizen: Newspaper Chapter reviewed: 7 Score: -2
really interesting
1L: Codeword machine without emotion
The person who sprayed you is not the author. The author has worked so hard to code words, so do you vent your emotions?
Newspaper: Such a disgusting article can still be on the list (-2 points)
Newspaper: It’s so pretty (-2 points)
Newspaper: It’s so pretty (-2 points)
Newspaper: illogical and hypocritical (-2 points)
Newspaper: The feelings are inexplicable, Mary Su (-2 points)
Newspaper: The author points out his face (-2)
At first glance, such people are angry in reality, so they put on a vest and go online to retaliate against society. He Ruge has seen a lot, and calmly clicked to report until he saw the latest negative comment:
Newspaper: The author is so disgusting. At first glance, he has a father and no mother, and the whole family is dead
A crack finally appeared in the calm expression. He Ruge's eyes fell on the ID name, his hands slowly clenched his fists, his nails were pinched into the flesh, but He Ruge seemed to be unaware.
He seemed to hear the sadness buried deep in his heart, falling out of his chest, falling, falling, falling into an abyss with no end in sight.
He Ruge is an orphan.
He didn't know who the mother he had never met was, what was his name, whether it was alive or dead, and why he didn't want him. Although he sometimes hated the woman who abandoned him.
But he never allowed anyone to insult her.
The young man sat motionless in front of the computer and remained silent for a long time like a sculpture before stiffly raising his hand and pulling down the comment area.
Unbearable foul language, He Ruge has read all the comments carefully like self-abuse. He is a small transparent writer. The update time is at 12 noon, and it is now 10 pm. Most readers who follow the update will not read the comment area at this time.
Except for his friends, almost no one speaks for him.
The increase has stagnated, and the criticism in the comment area has greatly affected the senses of passers-by. Originally, it would increase by more than 20 collections motionless in one hour.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and he slowly typed the reply on the keyboard: "Please speak your words."
The only remaining reason kept him from saying unqualified words like the other party. He Ruge pushed the glasses, reported each negative score point, and reported "malicious negative". He used a computer. I don't know why Jinjiang got stuck again, and the report interface kept moving.
In this era, Keyboard Man can hide behind the screen and curse people. It doesn't cost much to destroy the article of a small transparent author.
The articles that put his countless hard work and all the longing for the future on him were trampled on like this.
The straight spine suddenly bends down, like an overwhelmed ear of rice carrying too much. He Ruge took off his glasses, removed the keyboard, and lay on the table in silence.
The inexplicable red lines on his legs appeared in front of him, and He Ruge felt that all his strength had been swallowed by those lines. Life seems to be counting down, maybe it's the next second, maybe tomorrow, he will die young and die, leaving unfilled holes, and readers waiting to be fed.
If... he died.
Is anyone sad for him? Who will find out that he is dead the first time? Maybe it will be the homeowner who collects the rent. If the house is dead, it must be difficult to rent out. Thinking about it like this...I'm so sorry for the homeowner.
Under the shadow of death, many memories played like revolving lanterns.
He Ruge remembered the few deposits on his bank card. The rent for next month is 1,000. Next month, he will donate 500 to the orphanage. Next month is his birthday.
He actually wants to keep a cat.
I wanted to raise a cat on my birthday to fulfill my many years of wish, and I could also accompany me. Full-time codewords are lonely, and there are cats that will make you happy.
But now it seems unlikely. He didn't want the cat to eat dirt with him.
In my mind, there is a fight about the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. He Ruge remembered that when visiting the forum a few days ago, a full-time author wrote a show off post. The full-time girl had cats and dogs, and her family supported her in writing. She didn’t need to do housework or worry about three meals a day. What to eat. Her parents can't help showing off her, even if she is just a street writer.
Her parents would proudly say that our child is a great writer.
Our home...
That sentence touched He Ruge's weakest point without knowing why. He didn't know whether he was envious or jealous. He collected the posts that overflowed with happiness between the lines.
He Ruge fell asleep in front of the computer. He dreamed that he was covered with strange red lines all over his body. Everyone could not avoid him. He fell into poverty and went to sleep on the sky bridge. There was a stray wild cat under the sky bridge. Skinny but terribly fierce. He leaned closer to the kitten and took a look--
It looks exactly like his little white tiger!
The original nightmare painting style turned into a sweet dream, and He Ruge's mood was unexpectedly calm when he woke up. Instead of looking at the comment area, he opened "Your Exclusive Lover".
The game has jumped out of daily sign-in, and sign-in for seven consecutive days can get a chance to draw a lottery. He Ruge clicked to sign in, and then took the bottle to feed the cubs.
He consumed a little love heart, opened the iron door of compartment 20, and looked at the little white tiger lying on the cotton nest. Xiao Baihu still had a bad face, as if the whole world owed him money, as fierce as in his dream.
But He Ruge felt he was cured. He looked down at the back of Xiao Baihu drinking milk, and the gloom in his heart was blown away a lot.
The round tiger ears trembled, Xiao Baihu suddenly turned his head, his watery blue eyes stared at He Ruge, his eyes were so serious when he saw it, even the milk stains on the corners of his mouth were infected by such a serious expression... A little cute.
The corners of his mouth turned upside-down, He Ruge stretched out his hand, resting his fingertips on the position of Xiao Baihu's forehead on the computer screen, and he lightly nodded.
With a flick of his tail, Xiao Baihu turned his head and drank the milk, then put the bottle in front of He Ruge, and assumed a very standard sitting posture, quite a posture to have a long conversation with He Ruge .
If it is normal, He Ruge will definitely [talk] [touch] [feed] for three consecutive days, but today he does not have such a leisurely feeling. For the sake of the dog's life, he will go to the hospital to see a doctor! He felt that he could still be rescued again!
So after He Ruge went offline, he missed Xiao Baihu... an epic fierce expression!
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Xi Guican sat on the cold ground, but was not in the mood to move into the cotton den.
what happened?
He was very tired yesterday and fell asleep in the game cabin. No matter how well the game cabin is done, he can't sleep as comfortable as a big bed. Xi Guican was ready to go offline after waking up, but it was time to see that it was almost time for dinner.
Well, he didn't want to see He Ruge in the morning, he just wanted to drink warm milk.
That's why he continued to lie down in the game cabin, but what Xi Guican never expected was how he was thinking...No, it was his heart that came earlier, but He Ruge actually left after delivering the milk? !
Is this fair?
If you don’t have sugar to eat, you don’t even have to listen to music. Are you reluctant to even talk to him now? He stopped smiling when he saw him, and his face was haggard and melancholy. Did he lose his charm, or is the game program broken and bugged?
Little Baihu is like a resentful woman who is alone in the vacant house, miserable and miserable. When he was about to go offline in anger, he suddenly heard the game sound:
【Di——“The Guardian Knight of Your Exclusive Lover” is officially opened!
There is a theory in love called "the more you give, the more you care". Love that has not been paid for the lover is not satisfactory.
Your exclusive lover, He Ruge, has encountered difficulties. He Ruge writes in Jinjiang Literature City, and a keyboard man who retaliates against the society appears in the comment area, madly insulting He Ruge.
As his lover, would you like to be like a guardian knight, overcoming obstacles, escorting him, and creating a peaceful haven for him?
※If you are my angel, then I will be your knight ※】
The little white tiger with a stinky expression at this moment finally turned into a terrifying look of evil spirits.
——Who dare to bully me?
——All bite to death!