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The first holographic unlimited streaming game "Eighteenth Floor" was produced under much attention.
Shen Man, who was about to drop out of school, was lucky enough to become the first batch of closed beta players.
Wear the brain-computer interface as required.
The first sentence after starting the game is:
"Players please keep in mind that if you die in the game, the result of death will be reflected in reality."
"Three, two, one, the game begins."
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When the game becomes reality, strange events accompanied by bloody and violent crises will affect the player's most basic survival.
Some people rely on intelligence to calculate, some rely on force to survive, and some people hug their thighs and talk about food.
There is only one person who relies on mental illness to become the top boss in the game points rankings, named Shen Man.
Ghost: Screaming, crying, and sharp armor scratching the wooden door.
This must have made her afraid.
Shen Man: I have a headache and want to open the skull by myself, but I don't have the tools. It's better to dig out the eyes first, use your fingers as a machine to stir them in, and then lower your head to let the brain matter flow out of the eye sockets. This way the head will definitely stop hurting.
Ghost:......
After the copy ends.
Interview: How do you remain calm and not afraid when faced with the threat of ghosts?
Shen Man: Because I have mental illness, please excuse me. It's time for me to see a doctor.
Shen Man is a bug-level psychotic player who perfectly resists horror games.
Others just want to survive, but she just wants to finish the game quickly and get money to see a doctor.
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The next book is "The First Energy Division of the Interstellar".
Copywriting:
Wan Feng, a talented student majoring in energy, slipped off a cliff on a dark and windy night. When he opened his eyes again, he became a freshman in the fleet combat command department with an acceptance letter from a military school waiting to pay tuition.
When she comes to the queue, click the card.
No money.
As the saying goes.
No matter how hard it is, we must not suffer for our children, and no matter how poor we are, we must not suffer for education.
Wanfeng began to think of ways to raise money.
Good news.
She discovered a bunch of energy sources that could be manipulated.
Bad news.
They are the lowest energy cores in the interstellar world.
But mosquito meat is also meat.
Wanfeng sold all of them and took the money to go to the school's admissions department again.
Then she turned around and saw that her favorite energy department next door was also enrolling students.
Wan Feng holds the money.
What should I do?
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Short paragraph:
Energy majors have always had a reputation for being well-behaved, rigorous, and academic. It is a place where teachers don't need to worry too much.
Until the appearance of amateur energy student Wan Feng.
Wanfeng has low-level chips in his left hand and high-level energy in his right hand.
Ignoring the theory of energy smelting registration and distribution, pour it all into the boiling pot without any burden.
The next second.
"Bang——"
The emergence of new advanced energy sources was accompanied by the collapse of the school's experimental building.
The students were eager to try.
The principal counted the tight finances and cried in the wind.
The teachers' eyes lit up.
Then.
The school buildings exploded one after another, like fireworks.
Face interview.
The principal smiled with tears in his eyes: "I am very grateful to the students for their hands-on creative ability, which brought me a brand new campus environment."
Intention: Love is more tolerant than hate