In the warm room, there is a faint fragrance. On the clean desk, except for some stationery and neatly placed books, there are no sundries. On the clean and simple bookshelf, there are rows of literary classics, and of course, there are some light novels and cartoons with beautiful covers.
In one corner of the room is a small single bed. On the bed lies a young man who is sleeping soundly. Half of his body is already outside the bed. It seems that he will fall under the bed immediately if he pushes it gently. The quilt has been kicked under the bed by him, which shows how dishonest he is when he sleeps. (I won't say that this is my experience, but to be honest, it really hurts when I knock, so I love him for a second, hee hee~)
The next second, the boy rolled over directly under the bed and hit his head heavily on the wooden floor.
The boy woke up with a start, covered his head, and kept crying bitterly: "What's the matter? A good sleep can also cause headaches." When the boy opened his confused eyes, he suddenly understood that he was no longer on the soft bed, but rolled down to the ground. The boy could not help sighing, "No wonder others call me careless. Next time pay attention, next time pay attention!"
The boy rubbed his head, got up, put on his pajamas, folded the quilt and put it on the head of the bed, and made the bed again. Then he sat down by the bed, took the cold boiled water that had been put on the cupboard at the head of the bed, and drank it in a big gulp. After a cup of water bottomed out, the boy contented himself with wiping his mouth and putting the cup back. I got up and went to wash.
When the boy returned to the room, he was no longer in a daze, but in spirit. From his face, he was a young boy who had just entered junior high school. His face was clean, giving a sense of peace. He was not particularly handsome, but he was not bad. The boy stretched out a big stretch toward the newborn sun outside the window and yawned contentedly. Then he went to the desk.
In the drawer of the desk, I took out a thick book with cypress Anqi on its cover. The book was a bit old, and it looked like it had been used for one or two years. From the side of the book, I could see some yellowing. It looked like someone often looked at it. It was a diary of a teenager. He had always been in the habit of keeping diaries. He picked up a pen, After writing down a paragraph in the diary, I slowly closed the diary and put it back in the drawer again. At this time, the phone on the bedside table rang, and the boy picked up the phone. It showed the phone call from a man named cypress Zhengxiong. The teenager pressed the answer button without hesitation.
"Moses Moses, is it the father?" Anzi asked.
"Yes, son, do you listen and study well at home?" A thick middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Of course, father, I ranked seventh in the school in this monthly exam, and I didn't let you down, did I?" Anqi said proudly.
"Of course, he is my son. Of course, don't be too proud. Dad, as a reward, will give you a gift. The time is coming. I believe you will like it. This is your father's latest achievement!" The middle-aged man's words sounded excited, as if he was quite confident about his gift.
"Dad, the gift you said is not a game developed by your company, right? I don't like playing games very much. It would be best if you gave me some books." Anqi reluctantly asked his father, because every time his father's reward gift is a variety of games developed by his company, nothing more than taking him as an experimental object, but who calls him father? There is no way, I can only be a white mouse.
"Don't worry, son, this is the last time. Besides, when you finish writing your experience, I will definitely buy you books. Let's buy whatever books you like. You can see if it's OK, my good son." The middle-aged man induced Anqi to say.
"Dad, you always say the last time, can you make a difference? However, for the sake of buying books for me, I will... just accept it reluctantly. One year's magazine subscription of light novels will be handed over to Dad. Don't let me down. Send the game back and give you 10000 words of experience in three days." Anqi said.
"Good boy, you are my son. You are clean and efficient. OK, my father promised you that this game is the public beta version of SAO before. My father has worked hard to leave a data card for you. You can plug it back into the helmet you used last time. The public beta starts tomorrow. Remember to play the game and don't forget to eat." The middle-aged man also reminded me at the end.
"I know, I know, Dad, remember the magazine subscription. I'll hang up first, bye bye~" said Anqi.
Anqi is somewhat helpless. Every time his father's company develops some games, his father likes to give him a try. He is not afraid of indulging in games, and his academic performance declines. However, it has been proved that he does not have a special interest in playing games, and it is still OK to play games occasionally as entertainment.
My father just said that the last public beta version of SAO was also unknown. I had experienced the game before and found that the authenticity of VRMMORPG was very good. There were not too many bugs in the game, and the degree of play was very high. During the closed beta period, he also made great achievements. Of course, if it wasn't for my father's test, he would rather treat the game as a journey, Because its scenery is very good, it is not too bad to say that there is a resort on each floor. However, he has never seen the panorama of the place named Ainglante, which is just a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg. This time, he must strive to become the person who is the fastest to attack Ainglante, faster than that person. Anqi secretly swears that he never wants to be inferior to others. This is true in learning and life, and he can't fall behind in games.
Anqi came downstairs. The living room of Nuoda was empty. His house was a two-story building with a small courtyard outside. His father and he lived here. Although his father often stayed in the company, his mother died when he was ignorant. According to his father, his mother was very weak after giving birth to him, and soon left their father and son behind, So there have always been only two owners in this house. When Anqi was young, he asked his father why he didn't find one. My father always touched his head with a smile and said, "I'm old, and no one can look up to me. Are we uncomfortable? How nice!"!
Anqi doesn't object to his father finding another person to accompany him, but as time goes by, he is also used to this kind of life, and it may be good to live alone. Anqi turned around and came to the door. In front of the iron door, there was a small package quietly. The person who signed the package was him, and the person who sent the package was his father. Anqi also thought that this should be the open beta game chip. Back in the hall, Anqi lay on the sofa, with a chip that had been unpacked, a chip the size of a nail plate like an SD card, There is a helmet on the tea table in front of the sofa. This helmet is the NERvGear. The black helmet has a metallic color and looks very exquisite. After Anqi installs the chip in a small slot on the back of the helmet, he puts the helmet aside. Lying on the sofa in a daze. Today is Saturday, so there is no class. Anqi can enjoy the weekend.
At this time, his mobile phone issued a "ding dong" prompt sound. It turned out that there was a message on line (similar to our QQ). A person named Kirito sent a message. This was a friend he had made during the closed beta period of SAO, but it was not really a friend. Both of them were among the top figures during the closed beta period. They also often shared their experience in the game. The other party's game technology was very good, Anqi and he are often hard to distinguish, but they have never met each other, and they both communicate online.
However, Anqi also had a guess that the other party must be young, otherwise he could not have time to play every day, or he might be a student. Kirito reminded him that tomorrow is the public beta of SAO. Are you ready. Anqi replied to him and agreed with Kirito that when the public beta starts tomorrow, you can add friends first. After all, after the public beta, all levels and relationships and other information have been reset. After they agreed on a place to meet, they talked about some game related information before ending the chat.
Anqi lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and began to feel a little confused. From childhood to adulthood, he always aimed at excellence and tried hard not to disappoint his father. But in fact, he always felt guilty. He always felt that he could make his father happy by doing so, because Anqi blamed himself for the death of his mother, which almost didn't exist in his impression, If he is not born, then his mother will not die, and his father will not bring himself to such a big age alone. Therefore, as long as he can make his father happy, he will try to do it perfectly.
In his heart, few people can feel the real joy. He has no goals and no great dreams. He is like a boat on the sea, without a destination, and has been wandering alone. Perhaps, in the future, he will also become an ordinary white-collar worker, doing the same job as his father, getting married and having children, and having a happy family. Anqi thought so, but a voice in his heart kept telling him that this was not what he really wanted. So thinking, he fell asleep again.
