He lives in a small shed that is so dilapidated that it cannot even withstand wind and rain. The NPC mother does not let him do anything else every day. His only task is to read and study. Okay, I can bear with it, but my family is so poor that I can hardly open the pot, my stomach keeps growling, and there are mosquitoes everywhere. Who can bear this!
"Four Books and Five Classics? It's different from what I imagined. I have a headache."
He Xiucai entered the game for half an hour, but several days have passed in the game world. In the past few days, He Xiucai has been memorizing the truth every day... The head cantilever, the cone, the buttocks, etc. Are all fully experienced!
He has been playing Signs of the Storm for so many years and has never given up. Now he actually has the idea of giving up. All he can think about is "I want to quit gaming. This rubbish game will ruin my youth." Then he thinks again: "No, no, no, I can bear it! I can bear it!"
"I can't help it! It shouldn't be illegal to hit people in the game!" He Xiucai shouted and jumped up, "Hey... I'm going to hit myself!" Just when he was going crazy, his overly loving old NPC mother came back.
"Son, a noble man bought my mother's embroidery work today. She thought that you were working hard in your studies, so she bought chicken legs for you to mend." The NPC woman walked in from outside the fence with a shaky body, carrying a chicken leg in her left hand and a cane in her right hand.
He Yin froze for an instant, his mind was like a boiling pot, and he was thinking crazily: Oh, how should I explain my convulsions?
