Xisha was in a good mood and even drove a little faster.

Back at the Knife Museum, Roland helped remove a few sawed bamboo blades, rejected Qi Shaoqiu's invitation to have lunch here, and then rode his shared bicycle home.

Qi Shaoqiu looked at his sister and asked strangely: "I went out for a walk with my lover, and I was in a different mood?"

Xisha's face turned slightly red and she turned around and ignored her brother.

Qi Shaoqiu felt even more sad, and even the dead fish-eyed expression unique to the hermit master could not hold it anymore.

Roland returned home and opened the official homepage of the game again, and found that the official announcement had indeed been issued.

As he expected, the official ignored some reports that made fools players.

The game official even wrote these passages directly in the official official.

'All players Roland's behaviors in the game are in line with the rules of the game. Reiterate it, all behaviors are in line with the rules. The game world is open, without a constant process, and all roads lead to Rome. You can use various methods to meet the system tasks set by the game system for you. As long as there are abilities, methods, or skills in the game, we cannot punish a player in a normal game. In addition, some players shout that if they do not punish a Roland, they will withdraw from the game. In this case, we feel very sad, sad, and wronged when we hear this... But this is actually a lie! We are not cold at all, but want to laugh. If you want to withdraw, we will send someone to recycle the game cabin at the original price! Then we sell it to potential players who are willing to pay a high price and wait for it to be eager to see."

This passage can be said to be extremely arrogant and domineering.

Roland had long expected the official to have a similar reply, but when he saw this sentence with his own eyes, he still felt relieved.

After all, in this society, people now pay attention to the distribution according to the quarrels. Whoever cries hard will have privileges.

The official behavior of the game suddenly made him fans.

And the game forum is even more overwhelming.

"The most slutty official speech in history, directly confronting players, unprecedented."

"Is the game official mentally retarded? Offend a large guild group for a player?"

"Sit down and wait for the official game to eat that sentence back"

"Although I don't cause any threat to withdraw from the game, it's too much for the official to directly criticize the players"

Posts like this are refreshed and a large number of tickets come out.

Some rational players also posted posts, but they were all drowned in this posting frenzy.

The number of posts is so scary.

Roland felt something was wrong, and this atmosphere gave him a feeling of storm.

At this time, the phone rang and the incoming number was eleven zeros.

Roland took a deep breath, he knew who it was.

When the phone was connected, Ma Huajun's voice rang in the receiver: "Roland, don't be nervous or afraid. We will stand on your side in this matter. All you have to do is take a good rest, don't worry about anything, have a good night's sleep, and continue playing at night."

Roland originally wanted to ask what was going on, but when he heard this, he immediately swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Then the phone hung up. Listening to the beeping sound of busy voice, Roland smiled helplessly, then went to have lunch with his parents, sat down and rested for a while, and then took a nap.

On the opposite side of the distant coast, a middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes shouted: "Send me all posts, use automatic software, paste and copy. A forum reply of 0.2 bald eagle yuan, more work, more effort, remember the key points of the reply, be sure to say that they do things unscrupulously, do not serve the players at all, and regard the players as God. At the same time, guide netizens to make a cheer and set the pace, and let the game companies hand over the rights to game development and monitoring to the public, and guide them to say something similar to "the public must have the right to know, especially this kind of black technology that crosses the ages."

Around the middle-aged man, there were many black-haired and dark-skinned people working hard in front of the monitor, all of whom were full of big heads.

Similar situations occur in hidden locations in many countries.

Of course, such a thing has nothing to do with Roland. After a nap, he got up and found that the official game forum had collapsed.

Penguin's servers are now the strongest in the world... Blade servers, which are available in many countries, but there are so many like Penguin, but there are no more blade servers that Penguin owns than all other game companies have.

Even servers of this size crashed, and it is conceivable how big the data attack the entire Penguin Company has been.

However, since the game officials have called it specifically, Roland is too lazy to pay attention to this matter.

He thought about it, it was only about three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still far from ten o'clock in the evening, so he called Shuke.

Shuke seemed to have just woken up, and his voice seemed weak: "You are so famous now, come to the old place."

An old gay friend, there is no need to say anything. Roland hung up the phone and rode his bike to the cold drink.

Shushuang and Beta are both in the private room. The other people have to take care of their children and have no time to come.

Now only the three of them are the most idle.

Shuke simply doesn't have to work. He is now a novice-faced person raised by his wife, and the head of the family with great say.

Beta has not started yet.

Roland sat down, grabbed a cantaloupe and ate it

Shuke tsk: "Even the official has spoken for you. It's so amazing. This is the second time."

Beta nodded: "It's the second time."

Roland said helplessly: "I would rather not have such a limelight!"

"Although it's not in line with your personality, it's a good thing." Shuke smiled and said, "The more famous you become, the more famous you will be in the future with F6."

Roland does not like this meaningless reputation, but if such reputation is good for F6 and is good for their small group, he will not resist gaining fame.

"I won't talk about me anymore, how is your situation?" Roland asked.

Shuke took a sip of Red Bull and said, "It's okay, it's a little more rules. This is not accurate, that's not accurate, it's a bit troublesome. It's a bit constrained for lazy people like me."

"How many levels are you now?"

"Lv5." Shuke said proudly: "It is easier for clergy to obtain experience, just pray every day. I don't know why, but my prayer efficiency is very high. I can get at least one hundred experiences in half an hour of praying every day. Now I am the fastest among all the paladins, and even the Pope has been alarmed. His busy man has been idle for half a day to come and chat with me."

Roland looked at Shuke's face that seemed to be getting more and more handsome, and said, "Why are you praying efficiently? Don't you think you have any idea?"

Hahahaha! Shuke laughed wildly, and narcissistically swayed the domineering handsome guy's look, which was so terrifying.
Chapter completed!