Civilization of the Stars: I loaded the mod

Chapter 82 New Players - Lactose

[Kexicai: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

Desperate and unable to spray the opponent's group of people, Ke Xicai decisively retreated and called for Daddy's foreign aid.

As for manners?

The group has let themselves go for so long, who wants it.

As long as I am shameless enough, no one can scold me.With a lot of fathers I know by my ability, I can eat and drink in my life without worrying about happiness.

Can others do it?

Ke Xicai's shameless behavior really refreshed the lower limit of the shame of the group of friends.

[Princess: Damn, I can't afford to play with a magic stick, but I won't say who it is. 】

[Ma Dongmei: Don't be embarrassed, what level is the magic stick now? Years ago, I recognized the official father, at the beginning of the year, I recognized the degenerate father, after the year, the water group recognized the group friends as the father, and now I still want to recognize the Gudu boss, like this!No more faces! ! 】

Seeing that Ke Xicai moved to rescue the soldiers, and Gudu hadn't finished yet, Ma Dongmei's news stepped up and scolded like a machine gun.

[Mysterious Meow: Indeed. 】

[Strange and bizarre: This chat group is also called "a son and his twenty fathers". 】

Four messages in a row.

The news of a physically 'delicate' dove of peace has been long overdue.

[Gu Du: Ahem, okay, okay, Ke cuisine is not easy. 】

[Great Cuisine: That's it!Spray me away, who will be your ghost! 】

[Gu Du: No, what I mean is that everyone go to the little black box and scold in person to help Ke Xicai decompress. 】

[Greek cuisine:? ? ?No... I'm not shaking M! 】

[Shutdown key: [Initiate a small black box chat room invitation]]

The switch button on the side has a serious personality, and if he can't get through these slapstick words, he will send out the invitation to the room that has been prepared long ago.

The appearance of the invitation link instantly emptied the popularity of the chat group.

It seems that Ke Cui, who still wants to 'struggle with reason', has no news, and it is obvious that he has entered the small black box noodle chat room.

Wang Hao sighed, flashed to the spacious environment of the living room, and opened the second world silently.

Big news for me in the morning.

Player dies...

Originally, [-] million players are very many. According to the thinking of the previous life, it is not rare for players to die naturally every day.

But now is the 23rd century, medical care and social welfare are extremely developed, public safety is very important, and most of the players are young people, most of whom are no older than middle-aged.

There are almost no elderly players, and the dying old people... just happened to follow the [fast-paced] racial trait, which led to their death in the early ten days after the server was opened.

Coupled with the silent publicity of the society, people generally do not take the initiative to recognize the number of natural deaths.

Count on factions to take the initiative to promote how many people die in society every day?Whoever is so overwhelmed dares to take the initiative to instill these negative views.

Taken together, the direction of discussions within players can easily go astray.

Whether it is "suicide" or not, the spirit of the player group at this stage is very tense, and the trust between the two parties has been made more fragile by several authoritarian operations by the equal faction.

Some players may still want to maintain fragile trust, while others may not even consider trusting the official at all.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao felt a faint pain in his head.

Mud doesn't stick to the walls.

Really, I still want to finish a picture today, but it seems that I have to procrastinate again.

Staring sideways at the paintings in the study, the ones on the table are his works.

If Tu Lan and the others saw it, they would definitely be able to see that this was the picture of the leaders' tea party at the beginning of each month.

The details are slightly different, the background is replaced with a garden style, and the simple lines on the faces of the girls outline a smile, which is a joy.

"Hey, isn't this more fun than some official group?"

"Technology is developing, and social conflicts are generally not exposed in Blue Star. Everyone has enough food and clothing. If you join the player group, can you eat more meals every day? Or you can see the dreamy and beautiful scenes of girls' tea parties."

As soon as he thought of equality and materialism in reality, his good mood disappeared without a trace.

The times have changed, and many spiritual pursuits of the masses cannot be done by the government, and the hearts of the people are not good.

Just like him.

Regardless of past and present lives, Wang Hao thinks that he is very concerned about self-discipline, rationality is greater than sensibility, and he also has a slight moral cleanliness.

"Maslow's hierarchy of needs, the fourth level is 'respect', and the fifth level is 'self-actualization'. If you put the way to satisfy your own needs on the official fart-like 'bragging' and 'propaganda', it is pure stupidity. Egg."

"Whether you are happy or not, you should not be manipulated by the outside world."

Although a bit boastful, Wang Hao likes to describe himself with simplicity.

It's not ignorance, it's not childishness, it's just that after experiencing the black and white floods of the world and the Internet, he can still remain alone, and he is not so kind to say that he is innocent.

His ideal has only been one from beginning to end.

That is - music!

For example... Every time I see such a poor group of friends, I can't help laughing.

"If you want to seduce players, you can't use female sex, you have to use male sex of the same sex, preferably a sand sculpture netizen."

Wang Hao smiled subconsciously.

Entering the login interface, his eyes were dazzled, and soon the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The layout scene of the small black box has changed from the coffee shop last time to the modern Internet cafe style.

The floor is covered by a thin layer of transparent glass, as are the walls in dark blue tones, surrounded by the layout of the playback hall that can be used to display 3D videos, and a front screen is placed at the front of the hall.

"Boss, big brother, I'm going to show the movie!"

Ke Xicai, who was standing by the table, was still wearing a sacrificial white robe.

Looking at his relaxed expression, you can tell that he doesn't take the teasing from the group of friends to heart at all.

Wang Hao scanned the hall and simply counted only seven or eight people.

"Do you have any information about the new players, Kexicai?"

"I'm about to say it! That person must be familiar to everyone, he is the host of the Stars series!"

The stars series?

Wang Hao is indeed very familiar, or most players are familiar with it.

Since the beginning of the game, the videos of the Stars series have focused on sharing information and introducing the concept of the game.The first issue of "Stars: Stories from the Beginning" is his first work, and it is certain that the video production team has an official background.

If you think about it, you can understand that only people with official backgrounds have the opportunity to get a quota and be promoted to a player.

"If I remember correctly, the male host's network ID is [Lactose]?"

Wang Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, and said this slightly obscene name.

"That's right, it's him!"

Ke Xicai snapped his fingers, and the front screen in front of the hall immediately displayed a mugshot, which was the information he had collected.

It was the host named Lactose, and most of the introductions below said that the level of confidentiality was insufficient and could not be viewed.

"Look~ I have worked so hard to get the information, but most of the information was locked more than ten years ago."

"I finally found out when I asked the relatives of my director of the Life Medical Foundation, this second generation is really awesome."

The corner of Ke Xicai's mouth showed disdain to be with him.

"How heavy is it?"

Ma Dongmei cheerfully poked her head, and asked nonchalantly.

No matter how good your identity and background are, you have one heart and one head, everyone is the same.

Compared with ordinary people, the second generation is just an extra exchange of benefits locked by blood.

Now the consortium is still playing this game.

"No, I'm not talking about the background, but what he did, it's outrageous! Of course there is also a background, otherwise I wouldn't be able to live now."

"How powerful is that?"

Hearing Ke Xicai's tone of disdain but still praise, others were also curious.

Their knowledge of him is limited to the fact that this person has an official background and is a host out of interest.

(End of this chapter)