Chapter 42.3 - F**** and your mom are flying together
When Tang Xiao got on, she remembered that she still hadn't talked to the GM about how she froze last time.
But now that everyoneâs circ.u.mstances were about the same, everyone was freezing and lagging.
The customer service lines were so busy that they were about to explode, and there were players who just kept going online.
[World] This emperor: Your mom! This d.a.m.n game! I hope you become! Popular! Popular! Popular!
[World] Big chest, no touching: Iâm selling my account! Not playing any more! Selling all of my inventory! China's biggest game, Spirit Road is about to close down. This d.a.m.n game line, all because theyâve been eating, drinking, gambling, visiting prost.i.tutes, randomly changing the game lines, so even the artists have gone home. We have no other methods, we canât continue to play so I can only sell my account. Originally, it was worth tens of thousands, but now itâs only worth 5 cents, 5 cents! Game developers, you arenât human, itâs enough that you donât give us equipment, but now youâre freaking weakening everyone.
[World] Tang poem: âŠ..
âYou should first report to the GM.â Mu Cheng reminded her.
Tang Xiao ran off to find a GM but it seemed like every player in the world was looking for a GM so their replies were a bit slower than usual.
GM: h.e.l.lo, how can Maomao GM be of service?
Tang poem: âŠ. That, ah, a few days ago, an archer shot me and then I couldnât get back up.
GM: What? Arenât you here now? Can you please explain more clearly.
Tang poem: Thatâs just my character, it fell down into the Yellow Springs. Can you help me get her back?
GM: If it was before the update, yes. But now the servers are at full capacity and weâre lagging like h.e.l.l so maybe you can come find us tomorrow.
Tang poem: What kind of c.r.a.ppy servers, just freezing like that? So I canât play tonight?
GM: This isnât about freezing. The servers are emitting smoke and have just come back online. You wonât be able to come play tonight. You should probably go offline before you get kicked offline.
âF****, the GM said that the servers were emitting smoke and told us to hurry offline.â Tang Xiao was speechless.
Mu Cheng looked at her dialogue box and casually said, âAfter Thursdayâs update, the enchantressâ controlling skill has a longer cooling off period.â
âIâll f**** his old man!â Tang Xiao couldnât help but swear before instantly turning to peek at Mu Cheng.
W3hen she saw that he didnât have any expression of dislike, she was finally relieved. âOriginally, the cooling off period was enough for me to run a whole circle around Hangzhou and he still changed it? No way, I canât go offline.â
Tang Xiao hit her keys and spoke on the world chat.
[World] Tang poem: Players of Spirit Road! Itâs time that we rise up! We must protest!
[World] This emperor: How do we protest? Itâs not like we can bomb their servers.
[World] Tang poem: Right! Letâs explode their servers! Spirit Roadâs servers are already emitting smoke! If we all collectively sit at Hangzhou, we could probably sit on them till death.
[World] Tang poem: Rise up! Those not willing to become slave citizens, if you have an account, get online. If you donât have an account, make one! If the accounts are filled, theyâll freeze up the screens. Our aim is to freeze up our screens, freeze up their servers.
[World] Su Muzhe: âŠ..
It was hard enough for the tumor Tang poem to come up with a reasonable suggestion.
At th8is moment, all of Buddhist templeâs players were united as one.
Those with accounts continued to get online, those who didnât have accounts called up friends who did and they all squeezed into Hangzhou.
The scene had too many people, those who wanted to teleport couldnât even teleport there.
The players then ran around and forcibly got inside Hangzhou to sit and protest.
Tang Xiao silently watched the incredibly clean and quiet Yellow Springs.
The people had all squeezed themselves into Hangzhou so the Yellow Springs were quiet.
Life, was really too lonely.
Very quickly, Spirit Roadâs servers were paralysed.
Tang Xiao wanted to send out more dialogue but was quickly kicked off the game.
She turned to look at Mu Chengâs screen and he was the same.
She tried to sign in again and found that the servers were in repair mode, âThey got done that quickly?â
âYouâre the one who forced everyone to get over to Hangzhou.â Mu Cheng closed his computer.
âWe probably canât play tonight.â
Tang Xiao was helpless. She used the corner of her eyes to look at Mu Cheng, carefully speaking, âTonight, are you unhappy? Did something happen?â
Mu Cheng watched her eyes blink at him, twice.
Her eyelashes were like little brushes, lightly sweeping on his heart.
His heart instantly softened.
âNothing, nothing happened.â
Tang Xiao âohâd but didnât give up.
She continued to ask, âThen did you meet some frustration? You can talk to me. Maybe I can help you.â
âNothing, really. Donât worry.â Mu Cheng reached over to rub her head but saw that messy bun on the top of her head.
He couldnât rub her hair so he could only turn to pinch her cheeks. âLittle Tang poem, do you like acting?â
Tang Xiaoâs face was being pinched so she couldnât speak too clearly, âItâs fine, but itâs not as good as playing games.â
âThen in the future, play more games. Youâre not lacking money after all, so maybe filming can be a hobby for you.â
Tang Xiao had only acted a few side roles so no one would notice her too much.
When Mu Cheng went back and thought of this, he didnât feel too good.
What was the point of Chief Ning protecting her so well?
Sheâd only revealed a corner and there were already people who knew what was good, already coming in and thinking of trying to get a piece of her.