Chapter 1 The Strange Management Group
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Meng Qingyin's phone has been infected with a virus.
But apart from joining a random chat group, everything on the phone was normal.
The group name 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 couldn't leave the group even though she wanted to.
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 tossed her phone aside and threw herself into her work.
When she finished working overtime and dragged her tired body home, it was already 9:30 p.m.
After having lunch at the company cafeteria, Meng Qingyin washed up and went to bed to watch short videos, one of the few happy moments of her day.
Having skillfully found the blogger she followed, a self-proclaimed "electronic villain," and listened to his flattering yet incredibly comforting remarks, Meng Qingyin, a hard-working laborer who had been busy all day, finally showed a satisfied smile.
She left behind the comment, "Loyal ministers deserve reward," and prepared to leave.
Just as her thumb was about to touch the screen, a message suddenly popped up above her, flashed by, and a "ding-dong" sound rang out.
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 a message in the [Highway Survival Management Group].
[White Fox: I can't wait! Just one more day, and the game will connect with the inhabitants of this planet! I get so excited just thinking about their panicked faces!]
[Azure Wolf: Don't worry, the official link won't be available until 8 PM tomorrow. We'll have a good show then.]
[Hyena: It's a pity the first three days of the beginner phase were too easy and boring.]
[Azure Wolf: Residents can enter the game with whatever they have in their hands; hopefully, they will seize this opportunity.]
[White Fox: Let's wait and see what kind of bizarre trash these residents will bring into the game. I can't wait!]
[Honey Badger: 8 PM is when most of the planet's inhabitants are eating or having fun. What do you expect them to bring into the game? Just their utensils. Large items like cars, even if they're holding the steering wheel, 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—it's like a disaster from the start! Just thinking about it is exciting.]
The conversation ended abruptly there.
Meng Qingyin wanted to send a message to ask, but she was kept in a muted state and couldn't send a message at all.
Those people didn't seem to realize she was in the group either, and they spoke without any restraint.
However, she was completely confused by their conversation.
Game link?
Survival on the highway?
She occasionally reads survival novels, but she never imagined that the novels would become reality.
She was skeptical of the conversation in the group chat, thinking it was just a prank.
Survival games are absurd enough as they are.
However, the group chat she was inexplicably added to, her constant silence, and the conversations of those people were like a small pebble, causing a ripple in her calm heart.
They said the official link will be available tomorrow night at 8 PM...
Whether it's true or false, she thought she should prepare in advance. If it's false, she could take a day off and rest.
If it's true...
The next day will be crucial.
Thinking it over, Meng Qingyin directly opened the company software to request a day off, stating the reason as: an elderly person in her family had passed away, and she was returning home for the funeral.
She was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage and had no family.
The reason I wrote this leave request was simply because my boss would find it difficult to refuse.
She also remembers when she first joined the company, she worked overtime for three consecutive days and fell ill on the fourth day with a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius. She was almost delirious from the fever.
She called her boss to ask for leave to go to the hospital, and her boss replied with an outrageous statement: "Next time you're sick, tell us in advance. Taking leave so suddenly like this is really delaying our team's work progress!"
As an intern, she was only doing errands and printing work, and she didn't understand how she was delaying the team's progress.
But after that incident, she 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 of her elderly family member's death.
And since she asked for leave in advance, her idiot boss probably won't make things too difficult for her.
Sure enough, the leave application was approved quickly.
However, Meng Qingyin noticed another note: "Don't talk about this kind of thing at night next time, it's bad luck."
Meng Qingyin was so angry she laughed. It turns out that people really do laugh when they're speechless.
She uttered a phrase from the classic Chinese poem, then decisively closed the app, wanting to avoid seeing it and prepare for bed.
But when I have something on my mind, I can't fall asleep at all.
Meng Qingyin decisively opened her phone again, clicked on Tomato Novels, and searched for various survival novels to read.
She knows too little about this. If it really is a survival game, the more preparation she makes, the greater her chance of survival.
This lasted for three hours.
It wasn't until 1 a.m. that her eyes became sore and sore, and she finally put down her phone and forced herself to sleep.
...
Meng Qingyin set her alarm for 7 a.m.
When the alarm clock rang, she slowly opened her eyes, which were still bloodshot.
Three seconds later, consciousness returned.
Meng Qingyin sprang out of bed with a quick movement and hurriedly washed up and ate breakfast.
Today she's going to buy some wilderness survival supplies.
It's not hard to tell from their conversation that when the game connects at 8 PM tonight, the items they're holding will also enter the game.
But cars are an exception.
Meng Qingyin guessed that it might be because the car was too big to be "held" in one's hand.
In that case, it has to be "taking" in the strict sense.
She wants to use the whole day to buy a wilderness survival kit.
Time is of the essence, and it's definitely too late to buy it online; I have to go to a specialty store to buy it.
After searching for a wilderness survival supplies store with decent reviews on a navigation app, Meng Qingyin took a taxi there directly.
Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the store. Meng Qingyin paid the fare, got out of the car, and stepped into the store.
The shop was quite deserted. As soon as Meng Qingyin entered, the chubby owner greeted her with a big smile: "Madam, what would you like to buy?"
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