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"You have a new short message: Offline message from the game 'Sword Maiden OL': Player Guhan, according to system detection, your mental state is abnormal. Please go to the medical center for a detailed examination of your brain condition. You will not be able to log into the game until you receive a safety clearance from the medical center."
"You have a new short message: Offline message from the game 'Sword Maiden OL': Player Guhan, you have died in the game. As punishment, you will not be able to log into the game for three days. Please take your in-game life seriously and do not treat death lightly."
"You have a new short message: Offline message from the game 'Sword Maiden OL': Player Guhan, your instance 'Wudang Summit' has been completed. Please log into the game and go to the instance settlement center to claim your rewards."
"You have 14 missed calls: From your friend, Song Hamma."
"I seem to have been forcibly logged out of the game," Guhan shook his dizzy head. Even in the game, wielding the power of a celestial sword, which was just virtual, was indeed beyond his current strength. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already 10 AM the next day. Guhan had been forcibly logged out of the game at 6 PM the previous day, and he had slept for fourteen hours to barely regain consciousness.
"But why did I die in the game?" Noticing the second day's offline message, Guhan was somewhat surprised. He clearly remembered that before he fainted, the celestial sword-wielding player from Beijing had already knocked Xiongnaida away. There was no reason for him to die in the instance. Could it be that his mental state was so overtaxed that his brain exploded?
Guhan decided to put this aside for now because at that moment, a cute and innocent little girl sat directly on his lap.
"Guhan, Qingpin is hungry!" Qingpin said this with a pout, which instantly made Guhan feel a strong sense of guilt. How could he let his Sword Maiden go hungry? That was truly unforgivable!
"I'll go cook for you!" Guhan patted Qingpin's little face, put her aside, put on his shoes, and tidied himself up. Living alone, he could be sloppy, but now that he had a little girl like Qingpin at home, he had to pay attention to his appearance.
"Guhan, are you still going to make spicy and sour potato shreds?" Qingpin stood on the bed, her feet in cotton socks bouncing up and down.
"Yes, are you happy? Is the spicy and sour potato shreds I make really that delicious? Once you taste it, you'll fall in love with its flavor!" Guhan smiled. His spicy and sour potato shreds were top-notch, and Song Hamma and his two younger siblings would come over to eat whenever they had the chance.
"Yuck!" To his surprise, Qingpin shook her head in disdain, fully expressing her contempt for Guhan's cooking. "Guhan's potato shreds are so bad, Qingpin doesn't like them. Qingpin's little tummy tells Qingpin that such bad potato shreds shouldn't exist in this world!"
"Ha ha," Guhan's face twitched, feeling a bit awkward. It was embarrassing that someone didn't like his spicy and sour potato shreds. "Then, what do you want to eat, Qingpin?"
"Meat!" Qingpin emphasized the word with a forceful bite. "Qingpin wants to eat meat. Potatoes are for Western barbarians. Qingpin is from the East, and Easterners should eat meat!"
"I see, so you just don't want to eat potatoes and want to eat meat, right!" Guhan realized, feeling much better. As long as it wasn't that his potato shreds were too bad, that was enough. However, Qingpin wanting to eat meat was a bit of a problem because Guhan rarely had meat at home. Except for the early years when he was practicing swordsmanship and consumed a lot of artificial meat to replenish his body, Guhan never ate meat.
It wasn't that Guhan disliked meat, but meat was simply too expensive for his budget. Even the tasteless, artificially synthesized meat cost as much as twenty potatoes.
However, since Qingpin wanted to eat meat, Guhan would do his best to satisfy her. Now that he was a sword-wielder, he received more living subsidies and privileges. Even natural pork, which he could occasionally enjoy, was within his budget.
"Alright, today your big brother Guhan will take Qingpin to eat meat!" Guhan glanced at the remaining RMB in his personal terminal, about 2,000 yuan, which was his last wealth in the real world. Supporting a pork feast shouldn't be a problem.
"Meat! Meat!" Qingpin's eyes seemed to turn into a pair of pink stars. She leaped from the bed and landed precisely in Guhan's arms a few meters away. "Guhan, let's go eat meat now!"
"No problem!" Guhan smiled. At that moment, he suddenly noticed that since bringing Qingpin home, she had been wearing the same green floral dress she had when she awakened.
"Oh, I forgot to buy some clothes for Qingpin when I came back the day before yesterday!" Guhan patted his head, deciding to buy some matching clothes for her when they went out to eat. Also, he hadn't changed his own clothes in two or three years, so he might as well buy a decent set for himself.
From this, it was clear that Guhan had changed a lot. Not to mention the distant past, just a week ago, if you asked Guhan to buy clothes for himself and help another girl buy clothes, it would have been impossible. The deep hatred and the intense desire to become a sword-wielder had made Guhan lose interest in anything else.
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"Your friend Song Hamma is requesting a communication connection. Do you want to accept it?" Just as he was about to leave, Song Hamma's communication came in.
"Hey, Acid Popsicle, what happened yesterday? I tried to contact you all night, but you didn't answer my calls, and you weren't online in the game. I thought you had died." Guhan remembered that among the earlier notifications, there were 14 missed calls from someone.
"I was too tired these days, so I went to bed early. What's up?" Guhan was indeed sleeping and wasn't lying to Song Hamma.
"Acid Popsicle, you usually stay up all week. Today you went to bed so early?" Song Hamma muttered on the other end of the line. "It's about what I told you last time. My mother's friend wants to meet you today. Do you have time?"
Guhan thought for a moment. Since he couldn't log into the game for three days and had to report to Yuzhang Academy in two days, he was essentially on a two-day break. Meeting the woman who wanted to buy his slot might be a good idea.
"Sure, send her my terminal number and let her set a time with me!"
"Alright!" Song Hamma quickly hung up, probably to contact his mother's friend. Seeing that it was almost time for the restaurant, Guhan picked up the eager Qingpin and opened the slide entrance, preparing to slide down to the first floor.
"Unknown number: 56132597458, is requesting a communication connection. Do you want to accept it?"
"Fast work!" Guhan muttered and accepted the call.
"Hey, if you want to meet me, just set a place!" Guhan said calmly.
"β¦ Admiral, you've got some guts! The last person who tried to flirt with me was sent to the NetEase pig farm." The voice on the other end was fierce. The NetEase pig farm was the largest pig farm in the world, supplying 70% of the world's natural pork, but the people working there had short lifespans, rarely living past 40.
"Didn't you say you wanted to meet me today?" As soon as he said this, Guhan realized that the voice on the other end, though mature, was surprisingly familiar.
"Year of the Moon, is that you?" The owner of the voice was the famous sword-wielder Year of the Moon, who had fought alongside Guhan in the Zhenyuan Town Defense mission. But how did she know his real-world terminal number? Forget it, it must have come from the big mouth Song Hamma.
"It's me. Since you can recognize my voice, I'll let you off this time," Year of the Moon laughed.
"Guhan, I'm hungry, I want to eat meat! Qingpin bites you!" Noticing that Guhan was standing still, Qingpin, who was in his arms, grabbed one of his fingers and bit it without hesitation.
"Ouch!" Qingpin's teeth weren't fully developed but were abnormally sharp, causing Guhan to cry out in pain. He pulled his finger out and saw a bloody mark.
"What's wrong? Why are you screaming like a banshee!" Year of the Moon asked with concern.
"I'm busy. What do you want? You have ten seconds to explain, or I'll hang up. I mean it."
"You little brat, how dare you talk to your big sister like thatβ¦."
"You have seven seconds left."
"β¦β¦β¦ A friend of mine wants to interview you and hopes you can spare some time to meet her."
"Interview me?" Guhan was taken aback. "Why interview me?"
"You're the first player in 'Sword Maiden OL' to complete the initial instance at SSS rank: Admiral. Do you know that a thread about your interview on the forum is already priced at 30,000 RMB? That's why they want to interview you!"
"30,000 RMB!" Guhan thought of his remaining meager RMB and the meat-loving little girl by his side. He immediately had no resistance to the interview.
"Sure, but I have a few conditions. First, 30,000 RMB, I get 25,000. Second, I only accept in-game interviews, no real-life meetings."
"Alright, I'll agree to her on your behalf. I'll contact you later!"
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"Let's go, we're going to eat meat!" Guhan shook the eager Qingpin in his arms and stepped down the slide.
"Unknown number: 56825431456, is requesting a communication connection. Do you want toβ¦."
"Noβ¦." Guhan answered decisively. What's going on, why so many calls today?