Xiaoli straightened up and felt that the man looked familiar.
"...Who is that?" She was wondering why someone was running so fast.
"I don't know." Jun Yi approached her: "Don't worry about him, Xiaoli... Once the game is over, we will save a lot of points, and then I will exchange them for many benefits. I believe that your father will definitely agree with us..."
Xiaoli hugged him tightly.
She cherishes this feeling of happiness immensely. Without the discipline of family members and without the constraints of material conditions, just being with each other is the most worry-free thing.
The festive atmosphere on the eve of Christmas Eve gradually became stronger.
Colorful lights flicker on the street, and gentle vibraphone music floats in the night.
A whispering couple hugged each other by the fountain, a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back was walking nearby, and children without adult supervision were running from one side of the street to the other, playing.
In the live broadcast room of the top players, barrages of comments floated like snowflakes.
Everything seemed so peaceful.
…
The young man who had been running hurriedly crossed the street and stopped in front of a white building.
He was about to go in, but someone who seemed to have been waiting for a long time came over.
The person who was waiting looked to be about thirty years old, with young features but a somewhat desolate look in his eyes. With his hands behind his back, he looked quite intimidating without being angry.
"Mo Yan, are you here?" the man spoke in a low voice.
"Here it comes." Mo Yan said.
He never left the game after the sixth world.
The reason is simple.
...He felt something was wrong with him.
During breaks, when communicating with his sword, he could feel his own obvious resistance.
It was like someone was breathing into his neck, and even when he slept at night, he always felt like there was someone lying on the ceiling.
He tried to look and saw Flax's face.
In the paradise of white sand, flax's face is like a shadow following you everywhere.
...He knew he was hallucinating, and even though he was strong-willed, he still had unhealed psychological trauma.
He kept the matter to himself and went to the world forum to see how other players handled the situation.
…Then he saw countless insults directed at him.
Many of these insults are groundless. Just because they have appeared next to the number one player, they will scold him, as if scolding him can make them superior.
They accused him of having ulterior motives, of being a bootlicker, of holding others back, and of having unclear positioning. They used every insulting word they could think of, analyzing him from every angle, as if they wanted to nail him to the pillar of shame based on a few of his actions.
He felt very wronged. He wondered if he had done something wrong that was why he was being insulted by everyone.
So he began to reflect, and started to read carefully the posts that scolded him, hoping that he could do better.
Then by chance, he saw another post.
...the same abuse.
However, the targets of people's abuse had changed. Some were Su Shi, some were Yu Ruohe, some were Xiaoxiao, and some were Qin Ze. He even saw people scolding Lu Shu and Yueyue.
They can always find the "evil in human nature" from every angle, and then make wild speculations and abuse others with the greatest malice. As long as someone appears in the spotlight, they will start scolding, because these people are not the "perfect" saints in their minds.
Then Mo Yan gradually understood.
It's not that he did anything wrong, it's just that these people like to curse.
They unilaterally give certain people the responsibility of "perfection" and then supervise them as supervisors. In this way, as "judges", they will never need to be blamed.
——And as actors who accuse others, the more they accuse others, the more glorious they appear.
Mo Yan followed the man and walked into the snow-white building.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant.
He looked up.
Faint sounds of crying could be heard in the wards and corridors. People in hospital gowns were walking around like zombies, with their weeping relatives and friends beside them.
The entire snow-white building seemed to be immersed in sadness.
"Mo Yan, your brother is doing fine." The man next to him said, "His mental state is still normal, but he has thoughts of self-destruction from time to time. You don't need to come over to see him so often."
"I just have nothing to do." Mo Yan passed by the patient lying on the bench, covering his face and crying. "Besides, my brother has gone to the seventh world. If I don't come, no one will take care of him."
"Nothing to do? I remember you teamed up with the No. 1 player in the Sixth World, right?" The man stroked his bearded chin. "Why don't you seize the opportunity to talk to the No. 1 player and ask him to take you with him in the Seventh World? I saw that your brother Mo Wen teamed up with someone else, right? Why don't you try to get a chance?"
"My younger brother was able to team up with them because of his powerful skills. As for me, there is no need to stick with them." Mo Yan said: "I turned off private messages and did not add my older brother as a friend. I don't want to involve my older brother."
"What's wrong with you? Can't you contact her on your own initiative?" the man laughed.
"I'm not strong enough, there's no need to drag down my brother."
"..." The man was silent for a moment: "Mo Yan, have you read what those people said on the forum?"
Mo Yan raised his head and said nothing.
The pale light of the hospital flashed across his eyes, and his expression was frighteningly calm.
"A dog will always bark harder at someone who's afraid of it than at someone who's yelling at it. If you try to run, it will get even more aggressive and chase you relentlessly. It enjoys watching you run away in panic." The man said, "Animals and humans have this in common - you don't have to treat those guys as humans. The more you run away and the more silent you are, the more aggressive they will get and the more they'll bark."
Mo Yan looked at him with very calm eyes.
"What about big brother?" he said.
"That depends on how you view him," the man said. "Do you see him as a big brother you are close to, or as a top player who is out of reach? Is he a superior who gives you hope, or... someone who drags you into the quagmire of public opinion?"
"Big brother is big brother." Mo Yan said.
The man laughed with an ambiguous tone.
"In a sense, your brother did nothing wrong." He said, "Don't you think that those guys on the forum are just a bunch of clowns talking to themselves?"
Mo Yan listened and thought.
"…But those guys were clearly dancing happily."
He said.
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