A change of mood
"Oh, right, did you guys know? There's been a big scandal in the game!" Chi Nuo changed the subject, shaking her head in confusion.
Wen Zhuyao turned her hand back to Spring: "What?"
"The person who met online and then met in person lied about their age, deliberately saying they were younger. After meeting, they split all the costs, and when rejected, nothing seemed amiss."
"As a result, a rumor was spread directly in the separate games."
Chi Nuo, who had secured the landlord position, said, "Everyone in the melon shop has been talking about this these past few days."
"You didn't see it, that scene." Her straight was blocked, and she lost without even going out.
Mo Wen remained silent, quietly winning three games in a row. He finally managed to utter a sound: "You've been eating quite a wide variety of things. Have you been gossiping these past few days? Didn't you say you were going to tutor someone?"
“Don’t even mention this,” Chi Nuo said, her head aching. “I’m taking the teacher qualification exam, and the interview is in December.”
"Because of this, my mom figured since there's a trial lesson for the job interview anyway, she might as well teach it to someone's relative's child. That way, the child can practice and get extra help."
Chi Nuo lowered her voice, afraid of being overheard: "How can you say that? I just said I had to study and didn't have time to refuse."
"Then if you play the game and get caught, you'll face multiple charges." Wen Zhuyao wiped the sweat from Chi Nuo's brow as he watched his luck turn around and he went on a winning streak.
Mo Wen, watching the spectacle, offered advice: "If you get caught, just say you're exercising or using the computer."
“Haha…I’ll receive even more love from Mom,” Chi Nuo gave up trying to communicate. “Wait, why is the TV outside off?”
Chi Nuo listened quietly until she heard the door open: "Because I found out you were playing games."
Standing outside the door, Chi's mother's face was unreadable, and she was about to say three words.
"I'm off now." Chi Nuo quickly logged off and disappeared into the night of the game.
If one person is missing, the group will automatically disband and leave.
Wen Zhuyao finished her tasks and, finding nothing else to do, decided to log off: "I'm logging off too, bye-bye."
"Okay, will you stay with me tonight? Let's try video chatting?" Mo Wen asked nervously.
Wen Zhuyao said cheerfully, "Okay, bye-bye."
He looked at his computer screen, which was empty except for himself, and silently began to tidy up, making the already minimalist desktop even more minimalist.
There was nothing else besides the cup.
Judging from the background, you can see the bed. Mo Wen went and tidied up the bed again, changing it into a new four-piece bedding set.
They even cleaned it again.
He only logs off to cook when he can't find anything else.
Wen Zhuyao opened the backend and found the protagonist's comments, a long comment, every word about letting go, every sentence about not being able to let go.
All she could do was offer a word of comfort.
After tidying up in the evening, Wen Zhuyao was still quite looking forward to it, eager to know what would happen when someone said something really irritating.
Does it have any expression, or is it just a blank expression?
Mo Wen was also very nervous and unsure whether a straightforward conversation would put pressure on the other person.
He still chose a somewhat distant approach, using games to relieve tension.
Everyone is busy with their own things.
Gradually transition to a point where you can be completely immersed.
Contrary to his plans, Wen Zhuyao had no intention of doing anything.
This caused Mo Wen to panic for a moment when he saw her getting ready to sleep in bed.
The first thing he saw was a teddy bear and teddy bear-print pajamas, and above that was Wen Zhuyao's face, smiling as she stared at him.
But the sound from the game he started made Wen Zhuyao's smile freeze on her face.
Why would you need to video chat when you're just playing games?
Wen Zhuyao took a deep breath and said nothing, looking unhappy as she stared at him.
Unable to change his strategy, Mo Wen had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue playing, but he played with a distracted mind.
He frantically tried to start a conversation: "Are you going to sleep?"
"No, I'm lying down," Wen Zhuyao said, hugging the teddy bear, her expression unreadable. "You can play as much as you want, I won't bother you."
Wen Zhuyao looked at the screen, which automatically returned to the chat interface after the call ended, and said, "Fine, I'm just not happy."
Has she misjudged the situation?
Or did she misunderstand? Did "accompanying him" mean just watching him and playing games?
Why does Wen Zhuyao feel like a spectator on the sidelines of a screen, praying that the other person will glance at her? It really is.
"You're the only one with something to do? I have something to do too, it's infuriating." Wen Zhuyao got up, washed her face, hugged the teddy bear, put down her diary, and sorted through the submitted stories she had recorded.
If you can't sleep after sorting things out, go live and chat.
Title: "A heart-to-heart talk about unhappy topics turned into half a news item."
After quickly finishing the game, Mo Wen received another special notification to start streaming.
"Listening to Bamboo" has started airing, go check it out!
He switched to a special account, named after his game ID. His profile page included strategy guides and photos of them together, though the photos didn't have names on them. However, it was easy for Wen Zhuyao to recognize.
The moment Mo Wen entered, she curiously clicked on the homepage and confirmed his identity.
Mo Wen pretended not to know him and was lucky enough to be the first person to explain the situation, emphasizing that he was afraid of being offended. The answers were varied.
"Seriously? You're having a video chat about your relationship and then leaving her playing games while you're ignoring her???"
"How did you find a girlfriend? I feel like I could have one too. Why doesn't anyone want to be my girlfriend? Come on, I'm not playing games anymore."
"Because it's about companionship, people will naturally assume it's about the two of you chatting. What can you say if you just leave them hanging?"
"An apology is enough. Just tell me how to resolve this simply."
Mo Wen was so overwhelmed by the answers that he didn't know what to look at.
Wen Zhuyao thought for a moment whether she could speak freely, since she knew what she was thinking and that speaking frankly would definitely express the problem.
The other party seemed unaware that this was her alternate account.
From the perspective of seeking help, some assistance should be provided.
"In general, it's just an imbalance. You have your reasons, which are not wrong, and she has her feelings, which are not wrong either."
Wen Zhuyao detached herself from her persona and returned to a heart-to-heart talk: "It's fine to talk it out. It's not a big deal. There are always fixed ways to communicate."
"After getting to know each other and becoming familiar, we have new perspectives and new ways of getting along." That's how she and Mo Wen have always gotten along.
Mo Wen silently remembered her reply and was about to type "I understand" when his comment was drowned out by the live chat.
"Yeah, if you really want to be in a relationship, the first thing you need to do is get rid of your fantasies about being in a relationship..."
"Upstairs +1, and also, don't just say what you think you've lost."
...
Don't ask what's useful; just read it once and write it down. Use what's useless to lighten the mood: "Thank you, I understand, I'll go apologize now."
After posting this, Mo Wen left the room without immediately apologizing, setting a time to get back to work normally, and trying to reflect on his actions.
He only edited the message when it was almost time for the live voice chat room to end.
“I was worried you wouldn’t be able to adapt, so I thought we could start by doing our own thing. I’m sorry I made the decision without asking you beforehand; it was my fault this time.”
Wen Zhuyao went to get some water and came back to see the message, which was later than she expected. She thought it would be sent as soon as it was finished.
Did you think about it carefully for a while?
Wen Zhuyao feigned ignorance: "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhuyao asked curiously, "How did you react so quickly? You didn't secretly ask someone for help and go think about it, did you?"
"I couldn't find anyone. I went to reflect on my actions. Can you accept my reflection?" Mo Wen continued, "It won't happen again. As for how you reflected, that's a secret."
Wen Zhuyao satisfied her wicked sense of humor: "Okay, I forgive you."
"Hmm, I'll stop chatting now." Mo Wen switched to the private chat on the software to report on the progress and maintain a long-term relationship that could continue to develop.
She was just about to put down her phone and do something casual when a private message pop-up stopped her.
Mo Yu: "Thank you. I've made things clear and received your forgiveness. Next time, I will speak frankly as you suggested."
"Oh wow, this is practically delivered to my doorstep," Wen Zhuyao typed back, agreeing that she could ask for help again anytime if she had any problems, as she really enjoyed helping others.
Having received a clear response, this matter is now closed.
Wen Zhuyao returned to the days before they met, going to bed early and waking up early, discussing new stories, choosing new topics for submissions, and doing some handicrafts in her spare time.
In my spare time, I occasionally check the game updates, buy new clothes, and log in to play with whoever I can.
Dou Dizhu (a card game), Gomoku (a board game), and Qingben (a card game).
If you can't catch anyone, go out and have some fun.
On this day, Wen Zhuyao logged in and caught Ji Shu and Bai Yuzhou; it was also the day the game season updated.
"Big sister invites you to join the team..."
Wen Zhuyao quickly clicked the invitation button, and after it loaded, a message floated over.
"Come on, Kiyomoto."
When she saw the message, she thought, "Oh no!" and quickly made an excuse: "I haven't looked at the guide yet. I'm a noob, so I won't hold you back."
He tried to leave the team quickly, but he couldn't outrun Ji Shu and was forcibly kept in the team.
"It's alright, your second brother and I have discussed it. I'll direct when the people get going. Just explain it once and you'll be familiar with it." Ji Shu wasn't letting them go; she only started driving because she was confident.
Besides, everyone is familiar with what it means to reclaim wasteland.
Bai Yuzhou added, "Don't worry, it's not difficult. It's just some repetitive mechanics. You'll get the hang of it after a few wipes."
Since things had come to this point, Wen Zhuyao silently turned on screen recording and began to record her pioneering life, or rather, her life of getting beaten up.
"I understand, I'll definitely listen." She took advantage of the free time to do some research and learn about the basic skills, which were indeed as Bai Yuzhou had said.
It's all repetitive; there's no innovation.
Watch someone else play a game thoroughly; I don't have that time. I learn as much as I can when I try it myself.
The recruitment was quick and the team was complete.
It started off smoothly, except for some people making mistakes due to unfamiliarity, but these were minor and had little impact, only putting pressure on the wet nurses.
Problems arose in the third stage; the same person kept making the same mistake and got stuck there.
And still whining...
One minute the arrangement was bad, the next the damage wasn't enough, and people were questioning how I got into the team, causing us to stop recruiting new members several times.
Ji Shu understood that playing for a long time would put him in a bad mood, and didn't want him to affect the other players' mindset: "The damage is enough. We'll adjust the schedule gradually. He'll get used to it. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes."
The conversation failed to reach a conclusion, but instead gave that person something to talk about.
"If you ask me, we should just find someone else to lead. If you're not capable, then shut up." The person who was singled out was unhappy, as if his abilities had been questioned.
People who are quick-tempered and have unclear speech are not worth arguing with.
Ji Shu didn't indulge her: "You should quit. If you can't adapt, don't bother trying to get along. Find someone else to play with."
"Why should I quit? I've played for so long, if anyone should leave, it should be you. You've wasted so much of my time."
"Speechless. What a day, and I keep running into a bunch of..." The words were blunt and unforgiving, purely out of frustration, and the speaker wanted to vent.
It's rare to run into someone like that, so how could I let it go?
The nanny, who had been repeatedly hit with the plummeting prices, finally snapped and said, "No way, don't you have any self-awareness about the mess you've made?"
"Your health bar jumps like it's on a bungee jump, you're as fragile as a freeze-dried vegetable, your mechanics are so unpredictable, you're practically useless without a healer to handle the pressure???"
"I'm being lenient by not making you go back to practice. Aren't you the only one on this team with a problem?"
"You're calling someone else the commander, what are you trying to prove??? Speechless," the healer, also a girl, passionately chimed in, "Why don't you spend your time working on your skills and building up your health? You're so weak."
"You're the only squishy character, but you can withstand all the other squishy characters."
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