Chapter 34 Challenge
Yan Zhu felt like each day was a year.
After her brother used her account to boast about his challenge to Haikou in public, he acted as if nothing had happened. He slept when he should, ate when he should, and lived a carefree life, which almost worried Yan Zhu to death.
As a small player of Fantasy Poetry, Yan Zhu sometimes goes to forums and BBS to look for guides. These two days, she secretly opened the BBS to take a look, and was frightened to crawl out by the Liuli Meng'er incident that massacred the forum.
Her friend Cheng Jiaying looked even more frightened than she was. Yan Zhu did not hide it from her and told her friend that her brother had used her account to challenge the enemy. Cheng Jiaying's face turned pale: "They all said that Zuimie is the Sin God of Light Walker. Does your brother know?"
"I told him that, and he didn't seem to care."
"But that Sin Mie God is at the level of a professional player!" Cheng Jiaying was worried, "Is your brother really okay?"
"He looks very relaxed."
"Is your brother also a master of some game?"
I don’t know! ! Yan Zhu shouted in her heart, her brother did play games when he had nothing to do, but she never paid attention to what her brother was playing, let alone how good he was. The games she and her brother played were always in two parallel worlds.
She remembered that Yan Zhen had played Light Walker. In her memory, Yan Zhen and Cui Mingzhi were playing Light Walker in the living room and they were shouting and yelling, but Yan Zhen didn't seem like a master.
Cheng Jiaying adjusted her glasses and said, "Zhuzhu, have you ever thought that your brother might lose?"
"It's not that we might lose, it's very likely, we will definitely lose," Yan Zhu whispered. She felt like the bear in the QQ emoji package, screaming at the mountain.
"It's okay, it's just a game account." Cheng Jiaying comforted her, "At worst, you can just give up this account."
"…" Then why did I look for my brother? To be cyberbullied and then publicly executed by the whole server? Yan Zhu wanted to cry but had no tears. At this time, she no longer thought about the unicorn, but only asked her brother to let her die quickly.
On the other hand, some people with a curious mind sent private messages to Zuimie's Weibo and live video account, asking if the Zuimie of Huanmeng was him. But Zuimie remained silent, neither admitting nor denying. This ambiguous attitude was regarded as a tacit agreement by fans and spectators.
Therefore, the challenge of Dream Poetry attracted more people from other games. The uncles jumped up and down for three days, fanning the flames. Everyone was waiting for the big boss who was suspected of being a criminal to execute justice and teach this ignorant Liuli Meng'er a lesson. There were also a few voices expressing their doubts: What if Liuli Meng'er was wronged? But this voice was quickly suppressed.
Three nights later, Xiao Zhen logged into Liuli Meng'er's account as promised. As soon as he entered the game, the world channel was full of discussions about Liuli Meng'er and Zuimie's battle. The private message mailbox was full as usual. Xiao Zhen opened it and took a look. It was either insulting or asking for a challenge. The content was basically all about the battle. The unicorn that caused all this was no longer mentioned.
Under the gazes and sarcasm of the crowd, Liuli Meng'er swaggered into the town square.
In the center of the square, there were groups of players crowded together, and Zuimie was already waiting for him.
"Come on, big brother Zuimie!" "God of Sin , kill him!" "Is it really that God of Sin? Oh my god, this guy has offended the great god." "Is it really the God of Sin of the Light Walker???" "How dare this damn demon come out in front of the God of Sin."
Liuli Meng'er came to Zuimie, who was no longer wearing a novice outfit, but a neat hunting outfit. Xiaozhen watched with great interest the heated discussion about Zuimie in the world channel. Yanzhu stood behind him, and she looked like she was about to cry, "Brother, let's forget it..."
"No. Just don't worry."
Zuimie on the screen said, "You decide the content of the challenge."
Liuli Meng'er said: "No, this is your challenge, you decide." After typing this, even looking at the cartoon face on the screen, Xiao Zhen could feel the anger of the Sinner opposite her.
Zuimie said , "Don't regret it."
Zuimie and Liuli Meng'er entered the duel interface. Fantasy Poetry is a game for minors, or a typical farming game for elementary school students. Even PK is not a conventional two-person fight with weapons, but a mini-game format that relies on hand speed and reaction.
Zuimie chose the shooting duel. This game is very simple. Two people use bows and arrows to shoot the flying sparrow monsters. Whoever has a higher hit rate within 60 seconds wins.
This kind of duel was stupid in Xiaosheng's eyes. But in the Dream Poetry, only this kind of elementary school competition could be used to decide the winner. Xiaosheng put his hands on the keyboard while muttering why he had to compete with others in this kind of game. He was very confident in his hand speed. Once he was serious, Zuimie would never lose.
clang!
The timer starts.
Xiaosheng shot very fast, and every arrow hit the target. The earphones were filled with the sound of the sparrow monsters being hit by arrows. When the timer was over, his score was 17,800, with a small crown on it, indicating that he had refreshed the historical record of the server. But then a depressing music sounded in his earphones, and he lost.
On the other side of the screen, the little crown on Liuli Meng'er's score was shining brightly. Not only did she break the highest record of the server, but she also surpassed Zuimie with a score of 17,850.
Sin Destruction: ...
The audience was in an uproar. "No way!" "The Sin God actually lost???" "That's impossible!!" "But look at the score, the hand speed, this is indeed a score that only a master can get." "In fact, Liuli Meng'er and Sin God's scores both broke the historical record, just a little bit short..." "This Liuli Meng'er is really capable." "Awesome."
Zuimie said: "It's not over yet!! I want to compete again!"
Liuli Meng'er said: "Of course."
The next game is going up the river. Two players have to ride a raft on the river to the upstream destination. Along the way, there will be alligators and sharks in the river, or the boat will suddenly capsize, and there will even be rocks falling from the sky. Whoever reaches the destination first will be the winner.
Brother Xiaosheng took a deep breath. This time he no longer underestimated Liuli Meng'er. Although it was a small game, he would try his best. Judging from the last score, the gap between him and Liuli Meng'er was not that big. This time, as long as he tried harder...
Then he lost again.
This time it was half a second.
Zuimie shouted, "It's not over yet! There's still one more round!!"
Liuli Meng'er said: "This is natural."
In the third game, Liuli Meng'er still won with a very slight advantage.
She announced to everyone present: "As agreed, the unicorn is mine." Then she disappeared into the center of the square.
Zuimie stayed in the square for a few minutes without saying a word and then went offline.
That night, the Dream Poetry forum and QQ group were all discussing this matter, and even the Light Walker players got involved. Some people said that it was not the boss Sin Mie at all, while others thought it was the Sin God, because that outrageous score was a score that only a real master could score. The three competitions refreshed the historical records of the entire server, so even if it was the real Sin Mie, it was not shameful at all. It can only be said that there is always a mountain higher than the other. The boss who was suspected to be Sin Mie’s failure was indeed shocking, but Liuli Meng’er was really amazing. Then the general trend has completely turned to discussing which god Liuli Meng’er is the vest of, and the source of this storm, Unicorn, has been completely ignored.
"Squad leader, did you see that?! Little Mosquito actually found a big guy who might be the God of Sin to help, and the big guy actually failed."
"I saw it." Choi Ming-chi replied to the message. He did not agree with his classmates' exclusion of Xiao Wanzi at first, and thought that the matter would calm down in a few days. But he never expected that the unicorn incident would become like this.
He called Xiao Wanzi and apologized to her straightforwardly. He also curiously inquired about the relationship between Xiao Wanzi and the suspected sinner. Regardless of whether he was a legendary god among the Light Walkers, with such a level, who wouldn't want to get to know him?
Liuli Meng'er was even more mysterious. Cui Mingzhi guessed that she was most likely a well-known player who changed her name to tease Zuimie. But such a powerful player would not be so uncivilized as to steal a top-grade equipment. Cui Mingzhi thought about it and couldn't figure it out, but soon the official gave him the answer.
In the evening, the official released an announcement, which said that a bug had recently occurred in the game, resulting in erroneous buying and selling transaction information in the auction house. Maintenance will be carried out during the day tomorrow, and the relevant players will be compensated for their lost items.
Xiao Zhen looked at the chicken: "So, this is all your fault?"
The chicken said excitedly: "Your sister, do you know how terrible she is?"
"What's wrong with her?"
"Do you know how strong your sister's subconscious is?! In the past month, 'I Want a Phantom Silver Unicorn' has been replayed in my mind 453 times a day at the highest volume. I counted, 453 times a day! I've had enough."
"oh……"
The chicken stared at Xiaozhen: "Don't you feel it?" It turned to Mr. Cat: "Your perception is stronger than ours, don't you feel it? It's like a chainsaw is sawing your head, and it's screaming that I want the Phantom Silver Unicorn!"
Xiao Zhen replied: "I blocked her a long time ago."
Mr. Cat: “Me too.”
Chicken: "Grass."
Xiao Zhen said: "No way, you didn't block her?" Mr. Cat licked his paw: "After all, its brain capacity is too small now."
chicken:"……"
"So you secretly changed Yan Zhu's game profile in order to make her quiet down?"
"I just implanted a Trojan horse program, which will automatically obtain the damn unicorn at the lowest cost." Chicken said: "I thought she would at least be quiet."
"Yes, she got the unicorn, but it also made her a target of public criticism," Xiao Zhen said, "Have you ever considered that your Trojan program caused losses to other people?"
Chicken shouted excitedly: "Who cares about other people! I thought she would calm down, but it turned out that she just changed from 'I want the phantom silver unicorn' to 'The unicorn is mine, mine, mine, mine, mine'!!"
"I don't feel any sympathy for you." Xiao Zhen picked up the chicken, "Please clean up the trouble you caused."
"Okay, okay. I'll rewrite the program and let the authorities determine that there is a problem with the trading system. This way, the unlucky guy's unicorn will be restored, and your sister's unicorn can be kept innocently."
"I said, why didn't you do it earlier, or tell me earlier."
The chicken replied as a matter of course: "You didn't ask me, why should I tell you."
Xiaozhen decided to suggest to Aunt Li to put this chicken on the dinner menu tomorrow.
