[Private Message]

The Lament of Love: "Lemon, are you? I'm Pear. Answer me, what's the tattoo on my hand?"

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Xia Ning stared at the ID in front of her, rubbed her eyes, then rubbed them again, making sure she wasn't seeing things, before replying with mixed feelings—

Phantom Princess: "You had a butterfly tattoo on your hand, but you regretted it last year and had it removed. Tell me, where did my dad hide his secret stash of money?"

The Tragedy of Love: "My mom actually discovered it under the flowerpot a long time ago."

Such a secret!

It's her sister!

The two sisters, one with their father's surname and the other with their mother's, would hardly be the first thing outsiders would think that they were twins.

Just as Xia Ning was about to ask for a nickname, the other end seemed to sense something and quickly sent a message.

The Tragedy of Love: "Don't mention love, add me as a friend, change my nickname."

Upon hearing this, Xia Ning acted swiftly, and the two of them were no longer having a meeting in a flamboyant, "punk" style.

[Chat with Friends]

Xia Ning: "How did you know my ID?"

Ji Li: "I not only know your nickname, but also your QQ signature. If you didn't believe me just now, I was about to send you 'The sorrow of a 10-year-old is like the heavy rain of a 20-year-old.'"

Xia Ning: "Sis, you're my own sister. I believe you, I believe you, okay?!"

Ji Li: "It's enough that it's you. We can talk about the rest tonight."

Ji Li: "You should stay in the car and sleep tonight, and don't try to travel at night."

Ji Li: "Since the game singles out this hint, it must be important information. Don't blindly trust the newbie protection period. I don't believe survival games would be that kind; there are probably traps hidden inside."

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Xia Ning did have a lot to say, but she immediately calmed down after seeing the message from her older sister. Indeed, daytime was precious, and there were still many aspects of the game system that she hadn't figured out yet.

After sending the information she had previously compiled to Ji Li, Xia Ning replied with "See you tonight" and continued fiddling with her legs.

Her vehicle was at a significant disadvantage in the initial treasure hunt.

It's not just a matter of cycling speed; it's that she's a stay-at-home girl, how could she possibly ride a bicycle all day?

When Xia Ning first discovered the newbie protection period, she did consider working on the progress at night, since she had a flashlight in the convenience store. However, after half an hour, even without her older sister's reminder, she would consciously give up the idea of ​​grinding for progress.

I can't ride it, I simply can't ride it!

Not only are her thighs trembling, but her buttocks are also feeling uncomfortable!

Xia Ning tried hard to recall what her physical education teacher had said when she ran the 800 meters in middle school: "In long-distance running, it's important to maintain your breathing, keep a steady pace, and never mess up your rhythm."

Xia Ning tilted her head back, gulped down half a bottle of mineral water, and vigorously wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Don't rush, this isn't something you can just ride for a day.

If you push yourself too hard today, you won't be able to ride tomorrow.

During a university trip, I climbed a mountain. I climbed too hard on the first day, and on the second day, my legs were so sore that they didn't feel like my own. I had to crawl like an animal to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

Xia Ning decided to take a five-minute break.

She first found comfortable sneakers and athletic socks at the supermarket to change out of the skate shoes and boat socks she was wearing when she went out.

I don't need to change my T-shirt and trousers for now.

She has always preferred to dress casually and comfortably.

I pulled out the massage gun and started pressing it all over my body. Although the tricycle was out of power, the batteries were a good solution for many power supply problems.

Suppressing her inner anxiety and rushing forward, Xia Ning took a five-minute break every half hour of cycling.

Even so, an hour later, she felt like she was about to die.

She usually does aerobics at home and feels that she has fully exercised after doing 20 minutes of aerobics. It's true that you only realize how little muscle you have when you need it!

Fortunately, she finally found the second treasure chest.

It's still a sarcastic, white-text message, yielding low-level resources:

[Two scrap metal pieces]

[A folding knife that cannot be used for self-defense (Attack +1)]

Xia Ning put the metal sheet into her backpack, weighed the folding knife in her hand, and tried to lift the wooden box, but to no avail. She then tried to dismantle the box to get the wood, but still couldn't chop it.

Xia Ning: "..."

Another day of envying the protagonists in novels.

She sighed and obediently continued riding her tricycle.

The risks on the road were unknown, so Xia Ning focused on riding her bike and dared not browse the virtual window in front of her while riding.

The watch is useless in this world; Xia Ning can only check the time on the system interface.

Three more hours passed, and at 6:30 PM, Xia Ning opened her third treasure chest of the day.

[Scrap metal sheet x1]

[Damp wood x1]

Whole wheat bread x2

very good.

His character remains consistent.

Xia Ning, having been blessed with incredible luck and unleashing a golden legend, completely lost all hope.

This lousy game, if placed in the modern world, would be incredibly grindy, require a lot of spending, and have unstable drop rates. Gamers would be furious with the developers.

During this time, Xia Ning had a simple lunch.

She discovered that the bottled water and bread provided by the system were not much different from the food in the supermarket, both providing a feeling of fullness. Therefore, Xia Ning decided to eat the food from the supermarket herself and use the items provided by the system for trading.

Items without special markings can mitigate the risk of exposure to some extent.

Xia Ning looked up at the clear sky and was about to grit her teeth and rush to the fourth treasure chest when the long-silent loudspeaker suddenly sounded.

Weather forecast: Nightfall will begin at 7 p.m. tonight.

It was, as always, a sentence without a beginning or an end.

Xia Ning was startled. She then checked the time on the virtual interface again: 6:37.

She immediately decided not to go any further, stopped the tricycle in the middle of the road, and quickly set up a simple single-person tent on the back of the vehicle.

Xia Ning's tricycle no longer looks old and dilapidated; at least the cargo compartment is large enough that she can stretch her legs out comfortably while sleeping at an angle.

When she was on edge, she didn't feel anything, but now that her brain was sending out "rest" signals, Xia Ning had the illusion that her lower body was paralyzed.

Xia Ning lay paralyzed in the tent. She had just hung up a small electric light when the bright light of day went out instantly, and the surroundings were pitch black except for the light in her hand.

Goosebumps erupted all over her skin. Xia Ning didn't have time to think and almost instinctively pulled up the tent.

This small, enclosed space is her only safe haven.

Xia Ning opened the virtual interface; it was exactly seven o'clock.

Whether it was her imagination or the darkness amplified her senses, Xia Ning seemed to hear the call of some animal in addition to the rustling of the trees, and at the same time, the sound of birds flapping their wings came from outside the tent.

The highway is safe during the day, but what about at night?

Xia Ning looked at the newbie protection period in the [Vehicle] section and the unchanged defense value, feeling slightly relieved, but still turned off the hanging lamp in the tent.

Even if the car is safe, she still can't handle the psychological impact if the lights attract animals.

I didn't have enough experience today, so I must add another layer to the tent tomorrow night.

Xia Ning lay on the thin mat, clutching the small megaphone tightly to her chest, listening to her own heavy breathing, as she ushered in the first night of the survival game.