Li Mo has a personal computer system. Each game automatically transforms into an official human-machine, with stiff movements, random shooting, and garbled IDs. If you eliminate a real person, you will get a bonus. Cash, eyesight, and the feeling of pressing the gun, everything can be redeemed.
He originally just wanted to make a small fortune in silence, but one day he bumped into a girl named "Little Persimmon" in the wild area of the island. She was blocked in the toilet on the second floor by two big men, who screamed in a crying voice, "I'm giving you a medical kit, please don't hit me." Li Mo couldn't hold back, turned the window, and nodded twice in three seconds.
Then the girl relied on him.
The first sentence every day when I go online is: "Brother Mo Mo, are you still installing the human-machine today?" The second sentence is: "Can I be your human-machine pendant?" The third sentence: "I picked up an eight-fold mirror, here it is for you."
He didn't tell her that he had a system, nor did he tell her that behind every kill, he was secretly accumulating points to exchange for super-physical skills. But Little Persimmon didn't seem to care. She only cared about whether she could squat in the grass with him in the finals and whether she could hear him say "well played" after eating chicken.
Later, the whole server knew that there was a garbled man-machine killer, professional teams began to check his IP, and the platform blocked his door with a contract. Li Mo looked at the little girl beside him who was still licking her bag silly, and closed the system panel.
"Don't even look for it," he turned on the mic during the live broadcast, "I only queue with Little Persimmon."
Yan Xitang was drinking milk tea at the time and choked and coughed for a long time.
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