[Old rules, brain storage.]
[As usual, if you're cursing the villain in the story, don't curse the author. I'll help you find the villain in the story, Brother Chuangfei.]
(New year, new story, happy reading!)
Meng Qingyin's phone was infected with a virus.
But apart from joining a strange chat group, everything on the phone was normal.
The name of the group is also strange, it’s called “Highway Survival Management Group”.
But she remembered that she had never played a similar game.
What's even stranger is that she wanted to quit the group but couldn't.
No one spoke in the group. Meng Qingyin wanted to send a message to ask what was going on, but was told that she was muted.
I can’t send messages and I can’t leave the group.
Meng Qingyin simply threw her phone aside and devoted herself to her work.
When she finished overtime and dragged her tired body back home, it was already 9:30 in the evening.
After eating in the company cafeteria, Meng Qingyin washed up and went to lie on the bed to watch short videos. This was one of the few happy moments for her in the day.
After skillfully finding the e-traitor blogger he was following and listening to his flattering and extremely comforting remarks, Meng Qingyin, who had been a hard-working worker all day, finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.
Leaving a comment that "loyal ministers should be rewarded", she prepared to quit.
Just as her thumb was about to touch the screen, a message suddenly popped up above, flashed by, and a "ding dong" sound was heard at the same time.
Then, a small green bubble icon popped up in the upper left corner of the phone.
Meng Qingyin clicked in and found that there was news from the [Highway Survival Management Group].
[White Fox: I'm so excited! One day left, the game will connect with the inhabitants of this planet! I get excited just thinking about how frightened they'll be!]
[Cang Lang: Don't worry, the official link won't be until 8 o'clock tomorrow night. We'll have something interesting to watch then.]
[Hyena: It's a shame the difficulty level of the first three days of the novice phase was too low. It was so boring.]
[Canglang: Residents can enter the game with whatever they have. I hope they can seize this opportunity.]
[White Fox: Let's wait and see what kind of garbage these residents will bring into the game. I really can't wait!]
Honey Badger: 8pm is when most of the planet's inhabitants are eating or having fun. What do you expect them to bring into the game? They're just cutlery. Large items like cars, even with steering wheels, can't be brought into the game.
[White Fox: That's why I'm looking forward to it. Entering a survival game with chopsticks, spoons, or even playing cards is such a shattering start! Just thinking about it makes me excited.]
The conversation ended abruptly here.
Meng Qingyin wanted to send a message to ask, but she was muted and couldn't send a message at all.
Those people just now didn't seem to realize that she had also joined the group, and they spoke without any reservations.
But she was completely confused by their conversation.
Game link?
Highway survival?
She occasionally reads survival novels, but she never thought that novels would reflect reality.
She was skeptical about the conversation in the group and thought it was just a prank.
Survival games are ridiculous enough.
However, the group chat that she joined inexplicably, the constant muting status, and the conversations of those people were like a small stone that caused a ripple in her calm heart.
They said they will officially link up at 8pm tomorrow night...
Whether it was true or not, she thought she should prepare in advance. If it was false, she could take the opportunity to take a day off and rest.
If it’s true…
Then the next day will be crucial.
Thinking of this, Meng Qingyin directly opened the company software to ask for a day off. The reason for the leave was: an elderly person in the family passed away and she had to go home to attend the funeral.
She is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage and has no family at all.
The reason for filling in such a reason for leave is simply because it is difficult for the boss to refuse.
She still remembers that when she first started working, she worked overtime for three consecutive days and fell ill on the fourth day. Her fever reached 40 degrees Celsius and she was almost delirious.
She called her boss to ask for leave to go to the hospital, but he responded with a rather unbelievable remark: "Next time you get sick, tell me in advance. Your sudden leave is really hindering our team's progress!"
As an intern, she only did errands and printing work. She didn't understand how she could delay the progress of the team.
But after that incident, she deeply realized that her boss was an idiot, and maybe he had been kicked in the head by a donkey when he was a child.
That's why she used the excuse that an elderly person in her family had passed away.
And since she asked for leave in advance, I believe her stupid boss won't make things too difficult for her.
Sure enough, the leave application was approved quickly.
But Meng Qingyin noticed another note: "Next time, don't talk about this kind of thing at night. It's unlucky."
Meng Qingyin was so angry that she laughed. It turns out that people really laugh when they are speechless.
A Chinese quintessence came out of her mouth, and she decisively closed the software, thinking out of sight, out of mind, and prepared to go to bed.
But when I have something on my mind, I can't sleep at all.
Meng Qingyin decisively opened her phone again, clicked on Tomato Novel, and searched for various survival novels.
She knew too little about this. If it was really a survival game, the more preparation she made, the more hope she would have of survival.
This lasted three hours.
It was not until one o'clock in the morning that her eyes became sore and unbearable, and she put down her phone and forced herself to sleep.
…
Meng Qingyin set the alarm for seven in the morning.
When the alarm rang, she slowly opened her eyes, with bloodshot eyes.
Three seconds later, consciousness returned.
Meng Qingyin jumped out of the bed and hurried to wash up and have breakfast.
Today she is going to buy some wilderness survival supplies.
It is not difficult to see from the conversations of those people that when the game is linked at 8 o'clock tonight, the things in their hands will also enter the game.
But cars are an exception.
Meng Qingyin guessed that it might be because the car was too big and it couldn't be considered as being "held" in the hand.
So to speak, it must be "take" in the strict sense.
She wants to use the day to buy a wilderness survival kit.
Time is running out, so it’s definitely too late to buy it online. I have to go to a special store to buy it.
After searching for a wilderness survival supply store with good reviews on the navigation software, Meng Qingyin took a taxi directly there.
Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the store. Meng Qingyin paid, got out of the car and walked into the store.
The store was quite deserted. As soon as Meng Qingyin entered, the chubby owner came up to her with a big smile on his face. "Ma'am, what would you like to buy?"
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