Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?-Chapter 23 - 22 A Welcome Section

Wen Nan was stunned.

There was no need... to go this far.

If this were real life, the Fatty wouldn't do such a thing. With his family's power and his position as the second young master of the Wang family, outside the game, most of the time, others would be the ones sucking up to him.

In real life, even if he really wanted to curry favor with someone, he'd usually choose to first transfer them 500,000 yuan to show off his strength and then persuade them with "reason."

In any case, it wouldn't come to the point of directly slapping his own face like he is doing now.

But this isn't real life. The gold coin in this game can't be bought with real-world currency!

Those endless strings of zeros in his real-world account balance, here, really amount to zero, utterly useless!

He is someone used to a life of luxury and indulgence; it's hard to transition to simplicity after such wealth. Now, arriving here with only a pitiful hundred bucks in the account is extremely difficult for him.

It's like they say: once you've seen the light, it's harder to endure the darkness.

He's seen prosperity before, so poverty is more unbearable for him now.

Moreover, it's not just about poverty. This place is full of female ghosts; if it's just some physical suffering, that's one thing, but it could end fatally if things go wrong.

This can't continue.

He wants money; he desperately wants to make money.

In his first task, he endured over three hours of beatings before finally scraping together 1861 gold coins, just enough to buy one safety bubble.

But this God Ye in front of him... earned 395,554 gold coins in just one task!!

Almost four hundred thousand gold coins! Even though they are only lv1 now and not yet past the trial area to buy high-end items from the store, otherwise this amount of coins could buy a small safe house on some remote map!

And this is just the first task in the trial area. The money the big shot made can directly purchase a safe house. What level is this?

To him, this is like seeing Grandpa God of Wealth descend to the world!

If he didn't lick the other's legs off, he'd write the character "Wang" upside down in the future!

After slapping himself on the face, seeing that the other side wasn't relenting, still showing a troubled expression, the Fatty immediately stepped forward, saying:

"Grandpa Ye, are you still not satisfied? It's okay if you're not now; I can keep hitting myself until—"

"—No, don't, stop."

Wen Nan hurriedly raised his hand to stop him.

He actually wanted to argue back, saying he's genuinely no big shot, fearing the other might start slapping himself again after hearing, he finally swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Seeing this, the Fatty assumed he admitted to being a big shot by default.

Raising his head, Fatty glanced at the game screen, at the settlement panel of player Ye Jiu, at the end with the 395,554 gold coin balance, tears of envy uncontrollably streamed from his mouth corner.

He really wanted to ask, Grandpa Ye, can you lend him some money?

Not much, just a few thousand bucks, as long as he could buy a few "Safety Bubbles" to stockpile in his equipment and help protect his behind from blossoming in the next task, he would be satisfied.

Yet, these words swirled in his mouth for a while and in the end, Fatty didn't speak them out.

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He knows too well how it feels when unfamiliar friends approach and after a few words start borrowing money from him—disgust, disdain, avoiding like the plague.

No way, he definitely couldn't let his image become a plague in the eyes of Grandpa God of Wealth.

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He's quite fortunate; just entering the trial area he met such a big shot.

He must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—by all means possible, become the hairs on the big shot's legs!

Since right now Grandpa God of Wealth doesn't want to hear him talk, he'll obediently shut up and won't say a word about borrowing money.

Thinking of this, Fatty vigorously nodded, standing there quietly like a mute gourd.

Wen Nan was a bit dumbfounded, didn't expect such a simple sentence would render the person across like their acupoints had been hit, actually going silent.

At this moment, the light screen overhead disappeared and was replaced by another set of prompt words—

[Congratulations to all contestants! The main task 1 has officially ended!]

[Main task 2 will be released at 8 o'clock sharp tomorrow morning, please pay attention to this screen when the time comes.]

[Before the official start of main task 2, it's rest time for contestants, during which they can move freely.]

[The contestant live room will be reopened after the official start of main task 2.]

[Please note, unless during task time, it's not recommended to leave the refresh point, otherwise, all consequences are at your own risk!]

[Now entering the countdown for the start of main task 2——]

[8:00:00——]

[7:59:59——]

[7:59:58——]

...

The countdown overhead began to refresh second by second.

The awareness that a new task was about to begin made the remaining three people in the dorm room's expressions become serious again.

Sports student Huang Tao walked silently towards the balcony, opened the balcony door, went to the edge of the railing, lifted his hand, and pushed against the wire mesh, like checking its firmness.

Shao Ling saw this, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "There's special protection around this refresh point, so no NPC or special character from the game can enter, except for players."

Saying this, he glanced around at the small four-person dorm room, "If I'm not mistaken, this entire dorm, including the balcony and bathroom outside, counts as a refresh point range."

Hearing this, Huang Tao nodded, reassured, left the balcony, returned to his desk, raised his hand, easily jumped onto the bunk bed, and waved to the other three, "I'm going to sleep, need to rest and be ready for tasks tomorrow morning."

In the same map, the targets for strategy won't change. In the next main task, he surely has to see that buddy of his who loves singing, dancing, and basketball. Just imagining with his toes, he can guess the other might still torture him with basketball...

Thinking of this, Huang Tao sighed in pain, lifted his hand, and used his arm to cover his eyes.

Shao Ling also thought of his next task, involuntarily recalling scenes that couldn't even be broadcast in the live room in his mind...

His sigh turned deeper and heavier than Huang Tao's.

Fatty, however, was different; he chose not to dwell on those unpleasant pasts and instead focused on seizing the now.

And what needs to be seized now...

He looked at the neighboring desk, "Grandpa Ye, are you going to sleep? I can lend you a blanket."

Wen Nan incredulously glanced at the Fatty.

Right now, it's the height of summer, and their dorm doesn't have air conditioning. It's hot even lying on the floor, so why need a blanket?

"No, thank you." Wen Nan politely declined, fearing saying more would make the Fatty start slapping himself again.

Fatty thought for a moment and added, "Or, would you like to hug me to sleep? I'm chubby and soft, feels great to hug."

Wen Nan: ...

"No, thank you, I'm not sleeping."

"Then what do you want to do?" Fatty eagerly leaned forward.

Wen Nan pulled up the player panel in his system, curved his lips into a smile.

What to do?

Of course, do what every player loves the most—

Raffle!