Chapter 29

"Let's not worry about the background story for now, it's too confusing." Zhan Mu said in annoyance, and held his breath with An Jing. Sure enough, they saw Aunt Hua, a ghost, flying away through the window.

Zhan Mu suddenly interrupted and asked, "Teacher An, why do they call you that?"

"Because I used to be a university teacher," An Jing replied. After Aunt Hua left, he was about to leave when Zhan Mu stopped him. He trembled, "What if, and I mean what if, I wanted to fight against someone who was much richer and more powerful than me?"

An Jing turned around suddenly, and it seemed that even under the game cover, he could see his angry and suppressed side. He asked, "What happened in your family?"

"It's hard to explain in a few words. My sister jumped off the building and became a vegetable." Zhan Mu turned his head away and blinked as if to hide his vulnerability.

An Jing stood up straight and replied, "I'm not from An Country. To be honest, I'm mixed-race, but I consider myself a Xia Country person. Later, I immigrated to Blue Continent. You know that underwater base, right? The situation has been unclear for the past two years, and the momentum of the fluorescent disease has just passed. My father asked me to come to Xia Country to seek a way out, and also to find a way out for the future of Blue Continent."

"I don't quite understand." Zhan Mu frowned and looked at him.

"Okay, let me explain." An Jing paced in place and said, "To put it simply, fluorescent disease is raging around the world, Xia and Jiang are engaged in biological warfare, An is in civil unrest, and my dad followed the ostracized Deng Zhengming to Blue Island. It was kind of his 'going to sea plan'. - Do you understand?"

Zhan Mu: "Wow, you really are the son of an official, and you're even the son of a big shot. That's really awesome."

"Please, I've never lived for myself. I've been living at the base as a Scroll King since I was a kid, and I've lived on the bottom of the sea for almost 28 years. I thought I could finally fake my death and regain my freedom, but as my father's son, it turns out that's impossible."

An Jing scoffed, reaching for the cigarette in his pocket only to remember that this was just a game. He sighed, "I don't have much ability right now. I've just seen a lot."

"Do you know the story of Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, long ago? Although the Qing Dynasty fell, this emperor of the old era was not executed. Instead, he lived like an ordinary person and contributed to the new era. Hahahaha, interesting, right? - I guess I'm in the same situation as him."

"Okay, looks like there's nothing we can do." Zhan Mu said regretfully.

An Jing was indeed a learned man. Zhan Mu didn't know much about history, so he immediately used Lu Chao as an AI and turned around to type and ask him: Who was the last emperor Puyi? Why didn't they kill him after the fall of the Qing Dynasty?

Lu Chao had already found the bronze wooden plaque and the eight-character tree. He grabbed the flint on the table and smashed it. After the artillery fire, Lu Chao clicked on the dialog box of Zhan Mu.

Answer: "This is a very clever approach. Killing an emperor is easy, but truly killing the emperor in people's hearts is difficult. By allowing the last emperor, Puyi, to live, become a member of the new era and participate in labor construction, it completely shatters people's feudal concept of the inviolability of imperial power."

Lu Chao found it interesting and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of asking this? Where did this history question come from?"

"I'm with An Jing." Zhan Mu sent a voice message.

"I'm guarding the maze exit." Bian Lu suddenly said, "There's a golden light coming from this side, we can go out now. Who of you did this?"

"Oh my god! Speedrun! This teammate is so awesome." Jiang Liansheng was just coming out of a closet hiding from ghosts.

"Let's go, I remember the way. Let's go meet up with Bian Lu." An Jing sounded a little cheerful. He estimated that the maze would collapse in a few minutes, so they had to hurry and get there.

Before leaving, Zhan Mu passed by An Jing and patted his shoulder heavily, as if to comfort him, as if to sympathize with him - if An Jing's current situation was really a replica of Puyi, then he was still somewhat worthy of pity.

But if he can survive this, he is not a simple person.

Soon, except for Jiang Liansheng, the four of them gathered together, and this time it only took more than twenty minutes, nearly twenty minutes less than the highest record.

"Real speedrun, how did you do that?" Zhan Mu laughed.

"Perhaps the other teams aren't united enough?" Bian Lu asked. "Whoever among you doesn't have a record, please leave first."

"Together." An Jing pushed Zhan Mubianlu towards the golden circle.

At the same time, the five of them were teleported out at the same time.

Back at the Paper Man Village, the game interface popped up in front of everyone. The time record for this level had been refreshed long ago. The strongest time on the leaderboard was not the twenty minutes of the five of them, but the fifteen minutes of a team with an English name.

An Jing said lightly, "It's normal. This dungeon has been out for five days, so it's normal for so many people to grind and break records."

"It's okay, as long as I have time to record it, I can continue playing." Jiang Liansheng stretched and didn't seem to care much. After all, it was his wife Cheng Jiacheng's account.

Now, An Jing has the record, as do Bian Lu and Zhan Mu, so the only one left is Lu Chao.

Just as everyone's eyes turned to him, Lu Chao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll do it this afternoon."

They didn't look like they wanted anyone to accompany them, so the five of them logged off.

-

After taking off the brain computer, Zhan Mu was bored and browsed the forum. He clicked on the complaint button to check his feedback. In the last game, Lu Chao was actually shot in the head by a Fire Master, but in the end, there was no reply.

Zhan Mu realized later that Lu Chao was the bug of the game. If the authorities really knew about it, it would be disastrous. They had already said that they would format and delete him directly.

He suddenly felt upset and tired, and was alone at home with nothing to do. He used the spare money he had to buy ingredients for a food live broadcast. Now that he is not live streaming, he only makes a few dozen yuan from the backend.

Lu Chao was said to have gone to brush his game records.

It has been almost three or four years since he started to struggle. Zhan Mu looked at the pitiful balance in his bank card and his half-dead live broadcast career, and was really curious why he couldn't do well in this field.

It was also the first time that he let go of the prejudice in his heart and truly respected it from the bottom of his heart. Zhan Mu clicked on a game up-host with millions of fans.

The video style and comments made him think.

"Don't worry, darlings. Nothing's going to happen with me here."

"It's stuck. The ghost suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom, so it disappeared. This game is very simple. All you need is a dodge. Hey, I'm a technical anchor."

Barrage: 666, it’s not salty at all, just cut it off.

Barrage: I completely understand why the anchor has millions of fans. He always broadcasts live on time at 7pm and is very obedient. He shuts up when netizens talk too much and turns down the music when it is too loud. It is basic to have jokes. He really listens to advice and respects the suggestions of our fans and netizens. People like you, anchor, will succeed in whatever you do.

Zhan Mu was absorbed in his observation. Furthermore, he had just discovered that these anchors were very active, loved live broadcasts and talked a lot, were humorous and abstract, played more than one game, and were very good at retaining their fans and loved socializing with them.

"..." Zhan Mu suddenly felt heartbroken because he finally realized that he was not good at this field at all.

He's humorous and loves surfing the internet; he can't memorize memes and can't let go of his pride. He's a loyal fan, lively and chatty; he feels like a clown, and since he's not the most outgoing person, he doesn't like to pretend to be friendly with strangers online.

Zhan Mu sighed wearily, feeling incredibly exhausted. It was true, truly true, that the most difficult and simplest challenges faced by people growing up were: knowing what they wanted, knowing what they were good at, and, most importantly, being clear about what they would reject in the future.

This kind of issue accompanies people almost throughout their lives.

After some self-reflection, Zhan Mu finally realized today that he wasn't really that into being a blogger or an internet celebrity. It was no wonder he hadn't been doing well because he hadn't taken it seriously.

Zhan Mu found that he didn't seem to understand himself at all, and he couldn't even answer the three questions above.

Just as he turned off the computer in frustration, his cell phone vibrated. His mother sent him a text message saying: Remember to take the information on the table to the hospital, that is medical insurance.

Mom: Also, didn't you say you were going to look for a job? I think that job as a logistics worker you did last time would be a good option.

Zhan Mu snorted twice, feeling extremely annoyed. He tried to pretend that he didn't see it, and started browsing his Moments again. He leaned over and saw the barbecue restaurant opened by his childhood friend Zhou Kairui and his girlfriend.

Awesome! This guy graduated from junior high school and has been working in society ever since. His wife gave birth when Zhan Mu was in college. After not seeing him for a few years, he actually opened a physical store.

Damn, what's the point of me studying in this university?

Zhan Mu wanted to block him. He was jealous, absolutely jealous!

Fortunately, handsome Zhan was positive and optimistic. He was emo for only a short while before he rummaged through the refrigerator to make a dish: tiger skin chicken feet and turkey noodles. He then took a video and uploaded it with a fake smile.

Then I packed up and prepared to go out.

After completing the formalities at the hospital, Zhan Mu clicked on the backstage of Hong Moushu and saw that the number of likes and comments had barely exceeded a thousand, and all of them suggested that the anchor should talk more next time and sell some sex appeal.

Zhan Mu laughed and pursed his lips, unable to tell what he was feeling.

What a coincidence, he passed by Zhou Kairui's barbecue restaurant and saw his wife wiping the table with the child on her back. It was around two o'clock in the afternoon. The barbecue restaurant usually had customers after 5 o'clock in the evening, which Zhan Mu also knew.

He had just stood still when Zhou Kairui, who had gained weight and was no longer as handsome as he was when he was young, came over and said with a smile, "Zhan Mu? Long time no see, have you graduated? Come on, come on, how about a beer?"

He turned around and took out two cans of wine from the freezer.

He was still as generous as he was when he was little. Zhan Mu followed him in and looked around. The shop was very small. Zhou Kairui laughed but said bluntly, "It's a small business. The investment is less than 200,000 yuan. It's just me and my wife running it. We're not making any money."

"I can't be like you. It's the same as if I didn't go to college at all. I studied sports because I wanted to go to college." Zhan Mu also admitted honestly, saying, "Alas... Now I'm out looking for a job and I have no idea what I will do. The employment prospects are so narrow."

"Sure, sure. You can work as a clerk in the company." Zhou Kairui opened the bottle and handed it to him. "Don't worry. You haven't gotten married or had kids yet. Just have fun. You can worry about these things after you get married."

"Is the catering industry easy to do business in?" Zhan Mu asked casually.

"An?" Zhou Kairui was startled. Coincidentally, his wife came in, holding the child and joining the conversation, saying, "Your friend? I thought it was a temporary job you arranged online."

Zhan Mu asked. Zhou Kairui waved his hand and said to Zhan Mu, "It's just that it's inconvenient for her to take care of the baby now, so she wants to find a student to help with chores or something, a temporary worker."

"Can I help you for a few days?" Zhan Mu gave an embarrassed smile, "My mom is urging me to find a job, and I need a job that's convenient for commuting. I don't know where I can find one nearby. I'll stay here for a few days to make a living."

"This..." Zhou Kairui seemed embarrassed, but his wife looked at him for a few seconds, suddenly stuffed the child into Zhou Kairui's arms, stood up and talked to Zhan Mu.

"Business is tough right now. Look, we have a small stall, and we have to string skewers every day. Kairui has to boil red oil, and the kitchen is small and dirty, which is really annoying. His mother is still washing vegetables at this hour. It's really annoying. If we want to run the stall, the whole family has to go out."

Zhan Mu looked at it and frowned because of the smell, but he just smiled. Thinking of his mother's sour face in the room, he gritted his teeth and agreed.

Let's just transition for a while, and wait until his live broadcast industry is established, then look for other jobs. After all, we are childhood friends, so he won't bring harm to me.