Chapter 65: Uncomfortable, don’t want to work overtime x2 * …
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The view shakes and the scenery rotates.
I stepped out of the blue light door, and the surrounding data streams quickly retreated behind me. Moist water vapor came towards me, and the mist dimly outlined a thin back.
The waist and back are thin, the skin is very white, and then look down...
“Wow wow wow wow there’s a pervert!!!”
With a terrible wail, a soap flew straight towards my face. I quickly dodged it, and was speechless: "Xia Ping'an, what are you crazy about?"
Xia Pingan covered his important parts with his eyes alert: "Who are you? Why did you suddenly break into my house? Be careful or I will call the police! I tell you, I work in a security company! If I make a phone call, a hundred people will come looking for you!"
I:"……"
I raised my eyebrows. "It's quite scary. Okay, get dressed quickly. I have no interest in the idiot who saw me in the middle of the night and fainted because he thought I saw a ghost and sent me to the police station because he thought I was imprisoned by a wicked family."
He sneered: "You investigated me?"
I glanced at him and said, "Dear classmate Xia Ping'an. In the new year, you have 32 photo albums hidden under your bed, and 89TB of data in your computer. The one you have read the most is "The Evil Overlord Falls in Love with Me Deeply", and your favorite character is the one wearing a reverse bunny girl costume..."
Xia Pingan immediately lowered his head and interrupted me excitedly: "Godfather, you are back! You look so tired and exhausted. I specially wet the soap for you, please wash your face!"
Me: “Should I thank you?”
Xia Ping'an nodded and bowed: "No, no, this is what I should do. If you really want to reward me, can you go out first and let me finish my bath?"
I tried to explain: "I didn't mean to peek at you taking a bath."
He remained calm and said, "If you want to see it, I can show you a strip bath next time."
I opened my mouth.
Actually, I'm a little curious.
*
An hour later, I drank the Coke that Xia Ping'an poured for me and read the latest news on the laptop he gave me.
Xia Pingan added ice cubes to my glass like a sycophant, and said something nice whenever he could: "I felt like I was living a year in the forty-three days since you left. Apart from that, nothing happened. Everything is as usual."
"So no one came to see you?"
"No."
I took a sip of Coke thoughtfully. It was hard for me to explain what I was thinking when I returned to the real world this time.
There is only one thing that is clear. That is, my goal in coming to the real world this time is not only to find clues about "God's Blessing 2.0", but more importantly to solve a problem that confuses me.
I put down the cup: "Aren't you curious about how I became what I am now?"
Xia Pingan smiled: "As long as you can forget about the 89TB incident, it won't be a problem for you to become my ancestor. If you forget all those things, you are now my great-grandfather."
I couldn't help but twitch my lips: "...Okay. Go clean the bathroom and I'll take a shower later."
Xia Pingan responded neatly, not showing any dissatisfaction with my deliberate attempt to get rid of him: "Grandpa, I'm going to clean up. Call me if you need anything!"
I drank a sip of Coke in silence. I really have too much sense of shame. Otherwise, why would I always be out of tune with this group of people?
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After Xia Ping'an left, I quickly opened the search bar.
I have the appearance and name, and the rest just needs to be looked up on the optical computer, and the electronic intelligence can solve the rest for me.
My fingers were numb from nervousness by now. I carefully typed in the information and watched the spinning icon quickly expand and pop up the corresponding information.
The white-blond boy, wearing a flight suit, leaned against the door of a small spacecraft landing bay and smiled at the camera.
Long eyelashes framed her violet eyes, and her features were elegant and noble. She wore a glittering medal on her chest and held a flying competition trophy in her hand. The sun slanted down, bestowing the glory of the entire world on her.
The webpage is filled with various competition experiences, which is dizzying.
Neil Lownsted, the most talented pilot in hundreds of years. Born into an aristocratic family, he is very familiar with flying machines such as airships and dirigibles. He has won numerous awards since he first touched an aircraft at the age of six. He is a rising star.
I moved my finger and typed in the wolf's name again.
Sean Charles. The famous number one on the bounty list.
I rubbed my forehead, trying not to think about how the creator of God's Blessing persuaded these geniuses and celebrities to agree to become the original NPCs of the game. I found the contact information of the Lownste Flying Club, a club founded by Neil himself, and sent it a letter.
In order to send this letter to Neil in the real world, I used Kajo's identity. I guess that guy won't be angry with me because of this little thing. After all, he must be waiting for me to come to his door and laugh.
I have to say that Kajol's name is very useful.
After I deleted my reading history and Xia Ping'an finished cleaning, I had just finished taking a shower and hadn't started to blow dry my hair when I heard Xia Ping'an calling me.
"Oh my god! I received a harassing message!"
I casually put the towel around my neck and walked to the living room to look at the terminal. Xia Pingan handed me a message that read [What do you need me to do?]
The signature was clearly written as [Neil Lownsted].
I glanced at Xia Pingan: "This is actually..."
Xia Pingan directly handed the terminal to me: "It's a harassing text message, right? Grandpa, please help me check the firewall settings. I'll go mop the floor!"
I took it silently, and Xia Ping'an ran into the bathroom as if his butt was in a hurry, as if he would be stuffed into the oven and made into a roast chicken if he was a step later.
In fact, he didn't need to be so nervous. After all, even if he restored the letter, he would definitely be confused.
The content of the letter was very short, only two sentences. [Hello, Mr. Neil. I wonder if you have ever heard of this sentence: "Neil owes me a hundred gold coins." ]
Looking at the clear words on the screen, I wanted to laugh but couldn't.
Why can I travel between reality and the game? Why do I have a game exit button?
…Why would the real Neil know the conversation between me and Long in the game?
A bold idea came to my mind. I stared at the words for a long time before I moved my fingers and typed out a reply: [Let’s meet and discuss in detail? ]
Thirty seconds later, the computer reminded me that I had received a new message.
[Area 1, White Rose Cafe, 3pm.]
I glanced at my watch and saw that there were still four hours until the agreed time.
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In the real world, regions are divided by numbers. The larger the number, the better the facilities. In contrast, the rich and powerful mostly live in District 1, while the poor live in District 6, which is at the end.
When Xia Pingan learned that I was going to District 1, he asked worriedly, "Should I take you to buy clothes? Look at you now. If you go out, you will definitely be discriminated against by the people in District 1."
I took the last bite of noodles and pointed at myself calmly with my chopsticks: "Do you see my face?"
He was at a loss: "I see."
"It's not disfigured."
Xia Pingan: “???”
Xia Ping'an: "Ancestor, you shouldn't curse yourself like this!"
"Then what's there to be afraid of? With this face, where would it be unreasonable for me to go?"
I raised my eyebrows. Xia Pingan looked at me in silence for a while, then nodded slowly: "That's right, at worst you can just say you're here to find a sponsor. With this face, no one will embarrass you."
I knocked his head speechlessly: "You should think of something good from me. If you are really that poor, how can you have enough sponsors? If you want to get rich, you should choose a promotion, a fortune, and a dead husband, and become the richest and most fortunate widow in the world."
Xia Pingan opened his mouth and stood in awe: "As expected of you, you are the ancestor!"
*
The good environment of Area 1 can be seen from this simple coffee shop.
White Rose Cafe is located on the busiest street in District 1. Thanks to the huge sign, I found my destination right away.
The decoration inside the store is elegant and unique. The dark wooden furniture creates an elegant atmosphere, with sofas and round tables placed in the corners, and thick blankets hanging down the armrests, making people feel like they are in a slow time.
As soon as I walked in, I saw my target. He was sitting alone next to a huge French window, and he looked like a natural luminous body. There were not many people in the cafe, but everyone, including the waiter, was secretly looking at him.
Neil obviously didn't care about it, he looked out the window with his head propped up, looking like he was in a good mood. Until I sat down opposite him under the gaze of irrelevant people.
The handsome guy finally noticed me and smiled. He looked surprised and skipped the step of confirming my identity. He asked, "Coffee?"
"Black tea is fine."
He turned his head and whispered a few words, and the waiter quietly withdrew, as if performing an extremely elegant pantomime. Some places make you feel out of place just by stepping in, and the air is filled with the smell of money. I watched this scene quietly until the steaming black tea and snacks were placed in front of me.
I felt familiar yet strange with him. I didn't know if it was my illusion, but Neil seemed to be looking at me curiously. When he met my gaze, he smiled apologetically and introduced himself in a gentle voice.
"Hi, I'm Neil."
"Hello, I—"
Neil interrupted me, his eyes sparkling: "Let me guess, your name is An, right? You are the son of the Church of Light, you have a puppy, no, an orc, and you have a contract with a handsome dragon."
I was lucky that there was no one sitting around, otherwise I might think that we were two chuunibyou. Normal words became particularly embarrassing when spoken by each other. I nodded silently, and Neil became even more excited. If we were not in a coffee shop, he would definitely shout out in joy.
"Great, I knew it. I knew it when you sent me that letter, that must be your name!"
"Then you are pretty amazing."
I praised dryly and calmly changed the subject to the point: "Where did you hear that? You don't even lack people for your status, aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"
"You may not believe it."
Neil's expression became more serious when he mentioned this. He crossed his fingers, held his chin and looked at me. Artificial light shone directly into the room through the glass, like a flowing painting, sprinkling the prosperity of the entire city on the shoulders of the young man.
From my perspective, the other person's eyes were focused like the sea in the backlight. Every word was clear and distinct.
He said, “You are the one in my dreams.”
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