Although he appeared to be sitting, from Li Changzhou's actual perspective, he was lying down, as if a chair had been reclined and a person was sitting on it.
Li Qianxia suddenly sighed and said, "Actually, I quite like my current life. It's not so much about attending classes, but rather about playing value games."
"You like value games?" Yang Qinglan looked at her, and Li Changzhou breathed a sigh of relief, as if someone had helped him up.
"I love it!" Li Qianxia's voice skipped. "Don't you think it's like an adventure team in a fantasy novel? Combining the strength and wisdom of the three of us to overcome challenges is like playing King of Glory, League of Legends, or PUBG with your best friends. If you're playing alone, the game isn't fun, but it's especially fun with friends. I wish I could play it every day!"
Yang Qinglan doesn't play games, so she can't empathize with this analogy.
However, the phrase "an adventure group from a fantasy novel" made her smile.
Collecting equipment, defeating monsters, experiencing hardships, and witnessing the diverse aspects of the world with like-minded friends is a romantic dream for many.
"What do you think?" she asked Li Changzhou, turning her head to him.
"What?"
Yang Qinglan smiled slightly, a blue light flashing in her eyes. Li Changzhou lost weight again, his body pressed against the seat behind him like a plastic bag in a strong wind.
“I think Miss Yang is right, I agree with your opinion!” Li Changzhou gripped the armrests with both hands to prevent himself from sliding off the back of the chair, while giving an answer without changing his expression.
"Brother, are you even listening properly?" Even Li Qianxia said that, so it seems he guessed wrong again.
Not only in the corner where they were, but on every seat in Ming En Hall, there was a story, just like a 50-story apartment building where the exteriors look the same, but each household has its own joys and sorrows.
A group of old men gathered together, drinking tea, as if this were a senior citizens' club.
Several people who were clearly wealthy elites treated Ming En Hall as if it were a ballroom in a high-end hotel.
A group of high school students chattered excitedly and nervously, bragging about how many people they had killed in the dungeon, how many tigers they had slid over, their relationship with the Special Operations Bureau, and about things like chauffeured transportation and secret missions.
"Hello, hello!" Voices testing the microphones came from all directions.
The Ming En Hall fell silent instantly.
"Good evening, everyone. Master Huang's lecture will begin in three minutes. Please return to your seats and remain quiet."
Those who were standing or visiting relatives and friends, all returned to their seats.
Everyone fell silent, and some children began to shift restlessly, their excitement echoing in the high dome of the Hall of Grace.
Less than three minutes later, an old man with a goatee, wearing a flowing Taoist robe, came up.
On the vast stage, there was only one set of table and chairs, one microphone, and one water cup. He was the only one there, and the eyes of thousands of people were focused on him.
"Good evening, everyone," Huang the Taoist priest said with a smile.
Applause suddenly erupted, spreading from who knows where, and it was very enthusiastic.
"Why is it just like a regular big meeting?" Li Qianxia clapped her hands and whispered to the other two.
"What do you think will happen?" Li Changzhou clapped along.
"At least the way they make their entrance shouldn't be like this, right?"
"For example?" Yang Qinglan lightly patted her right palm with the five fingers of her left hand.
"For example, a bolt of lightning would fall from the sky! In a flash, he'd be standing on the stage! Or something even more lowbrow, like my brother, where he'd be teleported directly onto the stage, right? But he didn't have the imposing presence of a master who had broken through to the next level at all!" Li Qianxia said excitedly.
"Perhaps it's not that Master Huang doesn't want to, but that he simply doesn't have the skills to make his entrance impressive. Instead of jumping around, he should just walk out properly."
After a pause, Yang Qinglan suddenly asked, "How long are we going to keep clapping?"
The applause was truly thunderous and prolonged; I wonder which sycophant started it.
Finally, finally, the applause stopped.
“It seems everyone is quite excited,” Master Huang stroked his goatee, looking quite pleased with himself. “Then I won’t waste any more words, let’s get started!”
Clap clap clap!
Someone else applauded!
Everyone cursed inwardly, wishing for less formalism and more practicality, but outwardly they all smiled and applauded.
Li Changzhou glanced at it; someone was even taking pictures. What was going on? Were they going to post it on the bulletin board?
At least, at least the lecture has started.
"I'm sure everyone is very interested in the changes that come after the breakthrough, so I'll start by talking about that today."
Everyone focused intently, secretly vowing: whoever dared to clap at this moment would be subject to "survival of the fittest" on the spot.
This person probably sensed the danger and didn't dare to peek out again.
"After the breakthrough, the biggest change is that the four attributes of 'strength, agility, physique, and perception' disappear, and two new attributes, 'ability' and 'origin,' are added."
"Birth is easy to understand. Players who haven't broken through are like babies. Breaking through means leaving the womb and coming into the world. Once you're in the world, you have a birth."
"There are many kinds of backgrounds, which are determined by the level of your attributes before your breakthrough. The higher your attributes, the higher your background."
"By the way, just a reminder: the temporarily increased attributes cannot be used for breakthroughs."
Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia turned their heads to look at Li Changzhou, who was leaning back in his chair with a blank expression.
The two female college students exchanged a glance, and Li Qianxia burst out laughing, covering her mouth and bending over, while Yang Qinglan pursed her lips.
Li Changzhou glanced coldly at the two of them with a murderous look in his eyes.
Ms. Yang's gentle smile, with its jewel-like elegance and refinement, exudes a touch of tender beauty.
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