There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 100 Who will pay attention to an ordinary cute new

Xu Shuo's eyes dimmed, he looked at her calmly, and asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

"Don't be nervous." Hong Rao smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up, "Listen to me first and finish my guess—but you don't have anything here, so it's a bit too clean."

She walked two steps forward while talking, turned her head and looked around as if looking for something to sit on, but as far as the eye could see, it was a white, shiny, bare space.

Xu Shuo noticed that there was some disgust in her eyes.

"Isn't the script space for newcomers like this?" Xu Shuo said.

"That's true, but you have experienced three scripts, so you should have some background." Hong Rao walked up to him, and waved to show a translucent system box.

This is the mall interface. She clicked on the page below and jumped to more than 200 pages.

Then he said: "The newcomers' personal space is actually decorated by themselves, you can treat it as playing... Sims?"

While talking, Hong Rao clicked to buy a sofa in the mall, and then moved the small icon to the outside as if playing a decoration game. As soon as she let go, it automatically enlarged and turned into a real sofa.

Xu Shuo looked at it silently, and said, "The mall has 99 pages, so I don't bother to read them."

"Puchi." Hong Rao laughed and sat down on the sofa: "It's really troublesome that this mall doesn't have a classification function. But, is it just that, you seem to seldom put energy into this game."

"You can't make money here." Xu Shuo said, and naturally sat down on the sofa bought by someone else.

The skills and props in the game cannot be used in reality at all, so they are quite useless.

"You can't make money, but you can save your life." Hong Rao looked at him meaningfully.

Xu Shuo didn't speak, Hong Rao also looked away, waved his hand and showed another system screen, which was Xu Shuo's personal panel, but from the perspective of a bystander.

Players can only see basic information such as the other party's level, participating plays, and the number of fans that have nothing to do with privacy.

Hong Rao opened his repertoire, and there was only one repertoire of "Rainy Night Villa" on it, and the long list was clean.

"Let me tell you from the beginning." Hong Rao put her right leg up, leaned lazily on the sofa, and said leisurely: "After newcomers enter the script space, they will be harvested by the space for a while. The time interval between a game is only one day.

"After the interpretation of an ordinary script, the longest production time is no more than an hour, and the "Rainy Night Villa" you participated in was launched at noon three days ago.

"I've read that book, and your grades should have met the assessment requirements for a first-level player.

"So, this means that your assessment script as a newcomer will be launched in the afternoon of the next day at the latest.

"Of course, even if my guess is wrong and you haven't met the assessment requirements, the second script will still be launched in the afternoon of the next day. This is an inevitable process for newcomers."

Hong Rao spoke very slowly, her soft and soft voice was very comfortable to hear, and she reached out to open the system forum without looking at the people next to her.

Xu Shuo didn't respond, and there was only a faint and calm smile on his face, as if he was listening to something that had nothing to do with him.

The opened forum displayed the post that "Fifth Hospital" was taken off the shelves.

Hong Rao pushed the system panel in front of him, and then said: "This script is an assessment script, but it is an assessment script for upgrading to the second level. Although it should not be received by you logically, the time for it to be removed from the shelf will be the same as yours. The timing of the two books basically coincides."

"And at this time—"

She suddenly turned her head and leaned closer to Xu Shuo, with a mysterious smile in her dark purple eyes: "I didn't see your second script go live, but you have been promoted to a first-level player."

Xu Shuo lowered his eyes slightly to look at her, and a delicate fragrance wafted from the woman, like the smell of jasmine, and like her voice, it made people feel leisurely and peaceful.

He laughed and said, "What if there is a bug in the system, I didn't participate in the second script as you said the day before yesterday."

The corners of Hong Rao's lips curled slightly, she sat up straight and shrugged: "Maybe it's a bug."

She didn't say exactly what kind of BUG it was.

"Newcomers have passed the assessment script, and after becoming a first-level player, they have the authority to click and enter the game independently, but the rest time is still only one day, but it's just a lot more relaxed." Hong Rao continued, turning her head and looking around, as if she didn't know anything about this. The blank space without it is very uncomfortable.

"What do you mean by 'harvest' time?" Xu Shuo suddenly interrupted her speculation.

"It was during the period when you first entered the game that you were squeezed crazily. Only after you reached a high level, the interval of rest time would increase."

Hong Rao turned on her system again, took out two cups of tea from the backpack in the mall, and handed one cup to Xu Shuo who was next to her.

"Don't interrupt." She took a sip of her tea and continued: "Yesterday was the third day, and with the intensity of the newcomer's game, you will definitely enter the script again.

"And if you came in at the last second of the slack time, counting the production time after the script ended, your third script launch time should be yesterday evening.

"It turned out surprisingly that Dancer in the Dark also fell apart around that time.

"As for you, there are still no new plays to appear in."

Hong Rao raised her eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Have you finished?" Xu Shuo asked.

"En." Remembering what she told him not to interrupt just now, the smile on the red brows deepened, and she responded.

Xu Shuo put the undrinked tea on the sofa, propped his chin and looked at her, and said, "I have a question, why did you pay attention to me the first time I joined this script space?"

The premise of all these speculations can only be that this person has been staring at him from the beginning to discover this bug caused by time issues.

After the play that the player participated in is posted on the list, there is no detailed online time, which makes it impossible for others to guess how long the player has been in the play space and when he joined.

It is even more impossible to know from it how long this script space has existed!
As for Xu Shuo, there is no specific launch time for the play, and no one pays too much attention to his words—maybe others will only think that he is a newcomer who just entered the play space yesterday.

After that, as long as Xu Shuo seizes the time and successfully writes a script that will not collapse, this problem will naturally be solved!
After all, who would pay attention to an ordinary Xiaomengxin with no characteristics every minute?

So what is this woman in front of me for?
"This question..."

Hong Rao took another sip of tea, looked at Xu Shuo's personal panel, and suddenly said, "I seem to be the first fan to follow you, haven't you even visited me?"

Xu Shuo glanced at her: "What's so interesting."

"This is really hurtful..." She muttered, with a bright smile on her face again, looked at him with burning eyes and said:
"Because I want to accept you as my student~"

(End of this chapter)