This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 357: Now I’m Really Socially Dead

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Now I’m Really Socially Dead

"Clinic Grey, welcome!"

The sudden voice from the shadows startled Fang Chang, almost making him draw his gun.

Upon closer inspection, the speaker was a mannequin in the window display.

It had a plain face with two red stones for eyes and two wooden slats pasted carelessly for a mouth, resembling an aged puppet hidden in a dark, damp corner.

Standing beside him, Dolly chuckled and joked,

"You’re not the first to be startled."

Fang Chang pulled his hand out of his pocket, saying with a blank expression,

"...Has the owner of this clinic never considered that such a sign could scare away his customers?"

"Usually, his customers don’t mind this little scare..."

Dolly patted his shoulder and walked ahead, "Come with me."

This inconspicuous alley was located on the edge of the west district of Giant Stone City, far from the busiest districts, yet somewhat close to the industrial area of Giant Stone City.

The waste fumes from the factories made the air here smell terrible. Most of those living here were local workers or poor folks doing simple jobs for the nearby factories.

Following the girl’s lead, Fang Chang stepped into the clinic nestled in the dark, narrow alley.

Perhaps because it was daytime, there wasn’t much business, and the place looked rather deserted.

Dolly led him straight through the narrow reception hall, to a room hidden down the corridor.

A greasy curtain hung at the entrance of the room, exuding an oil smell that was distinctly uncharacteristic of a clinic.

Fang Chang’s expression turned somewhat odd.

"...I thought commodities not circulating in the market would be hidden in more secretive places."

"Isn’t this secretive enough?"

Dolly casually retorted and reached out to lift the curtain.

Just as Fang Chang had suspected, the so-called "Black Market" was right here.

What surprised him, though, was that the items you wouldn’t find in a normal shop were so blatantly displayed on the shelves, lined up in a neat row.

The variety of prosthetic limbs was diverse, ranging from poorly carved wooden knock-offs to bionic parts that were almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

In a cabinet against the wall, Fang Chang even spotted a life-sized mannequin that looked almost exactly like a real person.

Its hollow eyes seemed as though they could suck away a soul, if such a thing truly existed in this world.

That thing must be a bionic clone.

Fang Chang stepped forward to have a closer look, but as soon as he glanced at the price tag, he immediately dismissed the idea of buying one to study.

50,000 chips...

That was the equivalent to a full Heavy Cavalry Exoskeleton!

He’d have to be crazy to spend so much money on something that seemed to have no apparent use.

"If you’re looking for a bed companion, I’ve heard clones offer a better cost-performance ratio," said Dolly, arms folded, whistling lightly with a playful tone.

"...I never thought about it like that, can you be a bit more subtle?"

Turning his gaze away from the transparent cabinet, Fang Chang looked towards the shelf opposite.

The prices here were much more reasonable; the most expensive was just over 6,000, while the cheaper ones were mostly in the three figures.

He noticed that the more precise components were actually more expensive. For instance, electronic eyes were mostly above 5,000, while mechanical arms and legs were relatively cheaper.

It was then that he noticed a strange shelf.

Different from the other shelves, the bionic limbs displayed here simply didn’t seem right.

For example, one of the arms ended not in fingers, but in a cannon barrel large enough to fit an entire fist, and given the mechanical components next to it, it looked like a self-loading hand cannon.

Fang Chang seriously doubted whether, assuming someone fired this thing, it would hit the target at all; the shooter’s shoulder blade would definitely be done for.

Perhaps there were other matching parts?

In addition, there were arms equipped with foldable mantis knives and prosthetic legs connected to jet thrusters.

From both their shape and function, these items did not seem like they were intended for the average person.

They were naturally designed to serve on the battlefield.

Curiosity gleamed in Fang Chang’s eyes as he blurted out a question.

"Where do these devices come from?"

Dolly had yet to respond when a stranger’s voice suddenly came from the side.

"The sources are quite diversified, some are picked up, some are accidental surplus stocks, and most commodities have been processed. As long as you’re not too ostentatious, there won’t be any problems... As for where exactly they come from, I advise that you’d better not delve too deeply into that."

Fang Chang looked towards the direction of the voice, only to see a middle-aged man with a balding head standing beside the curtain.

He wore a turquoise long coat with a pair of scissors hanging from his pocket, coated with blood that had not completely dried, as if he had just emerged from an operating room.

"... Are you Grey?" asked Fang Chang.

The middle-aged man nodded, sizing him up with some interest.

"Yes, and you? How should I address you?"

"Fang Chang."

"Fang Chang... an odd name," Grey examined him for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit with realization, and he said, "Are you a resident of the shelter?"

Fang Chang didn’t conceal the truth.

"Is there a problem?"

Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, Dolly coughed once, speaking up for Fang Chang with a tone of indignation.

"... Don’t you think it’s rude to pry into a customer’s background?"

"Sorry, I’ve spoken out of turn..."

Grey chuckled, his gaze shifting subtly between Dolly and Fang Chang as he discreetly steered away from the previous topic.

"Back to the point, which type of bionic organ are you interested in? You don’t look like someone with a missing arm or leg... Are you looking to become bigger? Or stronger?"

"I’m more interested in power," Fang Chang glanced at the shelves beside him, "like these."

Surprise flashed in Grey’s eyes, his voice involuntarily tinged with excitement.

"Oh? These? It seems you know your stuff; these are indeed fine goods."

"Would you mind giving me an introduction?" asked Fang Chang.

Smiling, Grey said.

"An introduction? Their functions are written all over them. Do you still need me to explain? The mercenary groups sponsored by Huge Rock Military Industry all use these gizmos. Just one surgical procedure can transform a rookie, who couldn’t even wave a chicken, into someone with combat power rivaling a battle-hardened old soldier."

"No need to worry about power; if they’re displayed here, that’s the best proof of their value."

Mercenary groups sponsored by Huge Rock Military Industry?

A hint of surprise appeared in Fang Chang’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"Is it common for this kind of equipment to be deployed among mercenary groups sponsored by Huge Rock Military Industry?"

Grey replied, "It’s decent. Lord Yibers, who is rich and powerful, never skimps on such investments. Compared to Dragon Blood, bionic prosthetics directly enhance combat power much more. A jet propulsion system combined with a Mantis Knife and 30mm hand cannon, even the Claw of Death would have to give you a wide berth... Of course, that’s in theory. I wouldn’t mind if you insisted on taking on such a hot-tempered creature as your adversary."

It sounded good in theory.

Fang Chang thought about it—apart from Junk King and that guy who drew the Plasma Knife, there probably weren’t many people enthusiastic about close-quarters combat.

So far in the game, there had been no emergence of "absolutely reliable" shields capable of effectively resisting projectile damage.

No matter how amazing your combat skills were, they couldn’t compare to a direct hit from a 20mm high-explosive bomb.

Fang Chang asked, "... Are all these recycled from the battlefield?"

"Usually they are, with the occasional inclusion of newer models, but that’s not common since they are not cheap."

As he spoke, Grey’s eyebrows lifted, and he looked at Fang Chang with a touch of suspicion in his eyes.

"Hey, are you here to buy items, or to snoop around?"

Fang Chang didn’t answer his question. Instead, he glanced at the shelf in front of him and pointed.

"I’ll take everything you have here."

The room fell silent in an instant.

Dolly was staring at Fang Chang, her eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Have you lost your mind?! Buying so much... do you have any idea how many chips this is going to cost?"

Getting an AI core alone could put together two bionic people.

Maybe even with some to spare!

Grey was equally shocked, his facial expression even more exaggerated than Dolly’s.

"27 pieces of equipment, a total of 56,671 chips... I don’t do credit here."

"I wasn’t planning on buying on credit," Fang Chang took out a card and gave it a light flick, "Can I swipe this?"

Or should I go to the bank to draw the chips out first?"

...

Obviously, swiping the card was out of the question.

After all, the goods being sold here were somewhat questionable in their origins. Fang Chang went to the bank to withdraw the money, then returned to the clinic.

As one of the first players to explore the Giant Stone City map, he and his buddies had been doing business in Giant Stone City a long time ago.

A while back, the equipment for burning bricks and cement at the Bull Horse Brick Factory was imported from here.

Fang Chang still remembered that the first guide to trading in Giant Stone City on the forum was written by him.

The most profitable were undoubtedly the Spirit Leaves, followed by commodities like Blue Umbrella Mushrooms, and so on.

Apart from these high-priced goods, there were also some thin-profit but high-volume items.

For instance, importing a crate of nuclear cola and selling it in Giant Stone City could earn a profit of 0.5 chips per bottle.

Although the general public couldn’t afford this beverage, as a substitute for alcoholic drinks, this cheap drink that provided a temporary sense of happiness was quite popular among the mercenaries.

Later, the method of mixing cola with alcohol brought back to Giant Stone City by mercenaries from the City of Dawn bars significantly boosted nuclear cola sales.

Others might run out of chips, but this problem was non-existent for the Bull Horse squad.

Their current account in Giant Stone City had about a hundred thousand chips in reserve.

This money had little to do with the brick factory business; it was mainly earned through the Merchant System.

Fang Chang discussed with Old White and quickly reached an agreement on purchasing the bionic equipment.

Whether it actually worked or not was set aside for the moment; first, they would buy a batch to take a look.

Even if they couldn’t use them in the end, they could sell them to other players or donate them to the exploration group in exchange for Contribution Points.

There would definitely be someone interested in these items.

"...So this is what a chip with a face value of 10,000 looks like."

Looking at the chip with a crown pattern on the edge, Dolly muttered softly.

Her eyes were filled with astonishment, the events unfolding before her had exceeded her comprehension.

She had initially thought this guy was just a bit generous for spending so much on her, coupled with not being the brightest, but she didn’t expect him to quietly pull out such an astronomical amount.

Suddenly, Dolly realized she couldn’t quite see through the man before her.

What kind of person could casually produce such a large number of chips...

Unlike Dolly, who was dumbfounded, Grey’s demeanor changed instantly upon seeing this vast sum of money. His eyes turned fiery, and he became much more enthusiastic.

He respectfully counted the chips twice, then scanned them with a money-counting machine.

After confirming there was no issue, he looked at Fang Chang with an ingratiating smile on his face.

"Do you need my help with installation? I can offer surgical services for free."

In Grey’s eyes, the man before him had become the leader of some mercenary group.

After all, a normal person wouldn’t buy so many bionic limbs; only a mercenary group would have such needs.

And the mercenary group that could afford tens of thousands of chips to replace their subordinate’s bionic bodies, without exception, were all powerful forces.

"No need, just pack them up for me, I’ve arranged for someone to come and transport them, there’s no need for you to worry about the rest," Fang Chang handed him a business card, "If you get more good stuff like this, you can find me through the address and contact information on this card."

"Equipment other than bionic prosthetics is also acceptable, as long as it’s a weapon, especially those related to Huge Rock Military Industry."

"For sure! Hehe." Clinic Grey happily took the business card, glanced at it briefly, and surprise instantly filled his eyes.

The Alliance Office in Boulder City?

Is he really from the "North Suburb"?!

...

bionic prosthetics filled 6 cases; although each was not very large, they could not be carried away by one person.

Fang Chang hired an NPC from the Office and had the cases moved back to the save point area first.

After being busy the whole day and with the sky already darkening, Fang Chang took Dolly out for dinner and then walked her back near her home.

Standing at the entrance of the apartment, Dolly stared at the man in front of her for quite some time, uncertainty surfacing in her eyes.

"...Who exactly are you?"

Fang Chang did not speak but simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a chip with a face value of 25, smiling as he handed it to her.

"The chip from this morning was just a deposit. Thank you for accompanying me the entire day."

Just a few hours before, he had unlocked a new "hidden quest"—recycling black equipment from Huge Rock Military Industry that wasn’t for public sale.

The New Alliance needed these equipment to gauge the strength of this neighbor right outside their door.

Just from the description of the quest, one could tell the importance of this mission.

It was definitely more important than the previous two missions he had triggered.

It seemed that Boulder City’s Black Market system wasn’t unfinished; rather, it was waiting for players to actively trigger it.

He hadn’t expected the completion level of the Game world to be higher than he imagined.

Fang Chang couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotion; he had thought he’d stumbled upon content that the planners hadn’t finished, but now it appeared that Ah Guang had everything laid out perfectly, even corresponding quests, professions, and gameplay.

It was just that no one had triggered them yet.

According to the brief of this "hidden quest," the Alliance’s Manager did not want a large group of players to flock and bother the Black Market Merchant, causing the route that brought in these dubious equipment to be blocked.

Therefore, the Manager specially granted him the secret profession of a "Black Market Buyer in Giant Stone City."

This profession did not have a level requirement, nor did it take up a profession slot; it could only be triggered by hidden quests and had the "special operating rights" to import bionic prosthetics into Stone City and sell them in the City of Dawn.

Having such a result was beyond Fang Chang’s expectations.

Although the NPC in front of him did not deserve the fawning that would be suitable if she were the Manager, he still found himself involuntarily saying thank you.

"...You’re welcome."

Dolly didn’t reject the green, oily chip in her hand and silently put it away.

After a long while, she said softly.

"We’ll see each other again... Right?"

"Of course, I still have a lot of things I plan to ask you," Fang Chang said with a smile.

Although he had considered convincing this gal to live in the "North Suburb," having a local "informant" familiar with the area wasn’t bad either.

He still had much to explore about Boulder City.

"Mm... Okay, promise! You take care as well," Dolly responded with a pleased smile, her short green hair shining brilliantly in the sunset.

"You too, take care."

It was quite nice to have an NPC friend.

Watching the petite figure disappear at the entrance of the apartment building, Fang Chang smiled and waved, then turned and walked towards the other end of the street.

...

Meanwhile, in the East District of Qingquan City.

At the entrance of a subway station covered in moss and vines, a clueless commotion suddenly erupted, startling a squirrel on a nearby tree, which fell to the ground and squeaked in frustration.

However, the man did not pay any heed and continued to babble idiotically.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

This tree!

This light!

And this wind coming right at me!

It’s totally awesome, okay?

Staring dumbfounded at the forest in the midst of summer before him, Lin Shengyu looked around in astonishment.

He looked exactly like an idiot who just got out of the hospital.

Moreover, it was the kind who had given up on treatment.

As for why he was here, it started on a sunny and breezy afternoon.

Since the boss was out at a meeting and had not decided on a new research direction, him being a brick-moving researcher had no work to do, so he went online to scavenge for games and happened to learn about those urban legends of "Wasteland OL."

In fact, although it was called an urban legend, quite a few people knew about it; however, whether it was official throttling or some other reason, there was seldom any related coverage or public discussion on other platforms.

Out of curiosity, he took a precious 20 minutes out of his life to seriously fill out the reservation form.

At first, nothing happened, he pondered over it for a long time but couldn’t figure it out, so he pushed it to the back of his mind.

However, it wasn’t long before he picked up a mysterious package containing a helmet by his front door when he came home from the research institute one day.

At that moment, his emotions were simply indescribable.

Especially when he put on the helmet, that mysterious countdown that could be seen even with his eyes closed almost overturned his view of the world and cognition.

But all the surprise and shock now seemed pale and insignificant at this moment.

He was standing in a completely fictional world!

With his own two feet!

While Lin Shengyu was making a fuss and looking around, other players around him were also curiously sizing him up.

"Is this the so-called ’Exalted’?"

"How come he looks so silly?"

"Let’s move on, move on, curiosity satisfied, have to get up in a bit."

At this time, a player carrying a hunting gun in the left hand and dragging a dead monkey with the right came forward and struck up a conversation.

"Bro, how come you’re alone?"

Lin Shengyu: "...Alone?"

Elena asked curiously.

"Yeah, doesn’t the Exalted usually have a pair?"

Lin Shengyu was confused, feeling completely unable to keep up with the conversation.

"Exalted?"

Elena stared at him with a puzzled face for a while.

"Don’t you ever go on the forum?"

Playing MMORPGs without going to forums to brag is like missing out on half the fun.

With 24 hours in a day, he wished he could spend 12 hours in the game and the other 12 being silly on forums.

"Forum? What era is it, who still plays with that thing?" Lin Shengyu laughed helplessly.

Elena scratched her head.

"Alright... What’s your ID? Let’s add each other as friends."

"GoGoDa!"

"GoGoDa? That’s a pretty unique name," Elena paused.

"Cough... just picked it randomly, just picked it randomly, don’t take it to heart," Lin Shengyu said with a bashful smile.

He actually wanted to go by GooGooChicken, but the ID was already taken, so he ended up with this name.

It’s said that this game relies mainly on voice communication.

The thought of everyone calling him ’brother’ in the game and praising him for being ’big’ made him somewhat embarrassed.

"By the way, bro... how do I play this game?"

Elena scratched her head.

"You play however you want to play, hunting, fishing, moving bricks or even playing with mud... anything goes as long as you don’t break the rules. But you’re a newbie, I suggest you take the ’Pass the Torch’ quest, find someone reliable to familiarize you with the gameplay and also get VM."

As everyone knows, VM is the core of this game, without VM you can hardly do anything.

There’s a designated Novice Instructor in the shelter, it used to be personally handled by the Manager, but now it has been changed to an officer from the New Alliance Guard.

Through that NPC’s VM, you can trigger the ’Pass the Torch’ quest and look for a high-level ally.

Or you can directly trigger it by finding a player you like in the scene.

The server environment of "Wasteland OL" has always been good, everyone’s a decent person.

Especially towards newbies, they are super friendly!

Lin Shengyu said with a smile.

"Pass the Torch quest, huh? I took that one. My master seems to be called ’WC Mosquito’? He said he will come here tomorrow to pick me up and take me to the main city, advised me to stay put."

Upon hearing that ID, Elena was instantly shocked.

"Holy crap, Mosquito?!"

"Uh, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing..." Elena looked at this fellow with sympathy, silently mourning for him for two seconds.

Why did he have to choose such a problematic guy?

While it’s true that the equipment produced by Goblin Technology has an OK reputation, working for Goblin Technology is a whole different story.

Quite a few people hadn’t had the chance to experience the full content of the game before they got to experience reincarnation and prison.

Out of sympathy, Elena paused for a moment and then said,

"If you’re planning to go to the main city, why not come with me? I’m heading back now and it’s on my way."

"But..." Lin Shengyu hesitated, he had been warned by Mosquito that the Wasteland was dangerous and that newbies should not venture out alone.

There are no real safe zones here, even at your doorstep, there is the risk of losing everything for free.

"Let’s go, let’s go, no buts, can I even scam you? Shelter No.117 is not a place for newbies to level up. I’ll take you to City of Dawn, there’s plenty of good stuff there and save points." Elena patted his shoulder, urging, "By the way, you must be hungry since you just got into the game, right? My treat to a big meal."

"Really?! I’m so embarrassed!" Lin Shengyu’s eyes lit up, feeling quite empty in his stomach.

Elena said generously.

"What’s the big deal, we are all Exalted, don’t be shy. By the way, is there anything you don’t eat?"

Lin Shengyu chuckled.

"Nope, nope, I eat everything, I’ll leave it up to you!"

Upon hearing this, Elena’s eyes shined bright.

"Really? You sure?"

"Absolutely! Whether it’s sour, salty, sweet, or spicy, there’s nothing I can’t eat!" Lin Shengyu said, patting his chest.

He wasn’t just boasting.

Often accompanying his supervisor on trips and attending conferences all over the world, what hadn’t he eaten?

A good stomach.

Is very important for research work as well.

It seemed that his Exalted friend was also a kindred spirit, and Elena happily looped her arm through his shoulder.

"Brother, that’s what I was waiting to hear! Let’s go, let’s get some wild game!"

"Let’s go, let’s go!"

Watching the two walking arm in arm, the players around them all looked on with sympathetic eyes.

What kind of amazing luck must one have to step on two landmines on their first day in the game?

Or maybe it’s that he used up all his luck in life just to draw that game helmet...

"...That’s a bit too much of a sacrifice," Wang Fugui, shouldering a hunting gun, sighed and took a bite of his hardtack.

The escaping mole made a subtle nod at the canyon.

"Indeed."

I just hope nothing happens to him.

...

The game world had just entered night, while the real world was at early dawn.

Sitting up in bed, Ye Wei took off his helmet, let out a deep breath, and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

It was 7 o’clock in the morning.

Usually, he would play until nine or ten o’clock the next morning if he didn’t have class the following day before logging off.

However, he had to go pick up his little sister from the station soon, so he logged off early.

By the way, he, Junk Lord, and Wild Wind had just been on a mission to clear out the underground tunnels.

There were masses of mucosal entities there, including a so-called human tank, the Tyrant.

According to Brother Fang Chang’s prediction, the center of Qingquan City might become a hot spot in the next version.

Training against mucosal entities as opponents was also a way of getting used to the next version in advance.

But no matter how fun the game is, or how much money it can make, it’s not as important as family.

After eating a bowl of hot dry noodles for 0.1 Silver Coin downstairs, Ye Wei pulled off a free napkin to wipe his mouth, then took a taxi to the high-speed rail station.

The whole trip cost less than 1 Silver Coin.

Standing in the crowd at the bustling station plaza, Ye Wei couldn’t help but reflect.

Living expenses were cheaper in reality.

Just then, a voice carried over from a distance, snapping him back from his daydream.

"Big bro!"

Ye Wei turned his face and saw a cute little girl waving at him in the crowd.

She wore ordinary jeans and a T-shirt, with sports shoes on her feet, and a suitcase nearly half her height in each hand; her swinging ponytail was like a squirrel’s tail.

Ye Wei hurried over and took a look at the suitcase and said,

"Why did you bring so much stuff with you?"

Seeing that her brother was completely unaware, gasping for breath from running over, Ye Jiu shoved the suitcase into his hands.

"Didn’t you tell me to bring them? Stop staring and give me a hand!"

This guy.

He’s really let loose as soon as he left home.

Ye Wei rolled his eyes, not bothering to argue, and took the two suitcases from her.

On the way to the taxi, he weighed them and found them quite heavy, wondering what was packed inside.

Having lain in bed day after day, he almost couldn’t lift the suitcases into the taxi trunk.

Luckily, the driver helped him out.

Sitting next to Ye Wei, Ye Jiu snickered and said in a low voice,

"Big bro, have you been playing games every day lately? You look so frail."

Ye Wei gave his second eye roll of the day.

"Buzz off."

Ye Jiu looked wronged and said,

"You’re telling me to buzz off as soon as I get here, is that how you treat your own sister?"

Ye Wei looked at her seriously and said,

"Enough nonsense, what’s this surprise you’ve got for me?"

He had been thinking about this for days and was so anxious he could hardly sleep.

Though he usually didn’t sleep much anyway.

Seeing her brother’s eager expression, Ye Jiu gave a mysterious smile.

"Humph, you’ll know soon enough!"

They soon arrived at their destination.

The car stopped outside the gate of a high-end community.

Jumping out of the car, Ye Jiu looked curiously around.

"Did a rich woman take you in?"

Ye Wei, pulling out the suitcases from the trunk, nearly choked on his own saliva when he heard this.

"What’s going on in that little head of yours all day long?"

The taxi driver remained silent, but his expression was clearly holding back a laugh.

Ye Jiu smiled timidly and said nonchalantly,

"I’m just worried about you, big bro."

"So why are you renting a place outside? Got a girlfriend? Living together already? How old? A classmate? Or an older sister who’s working? Is it a rich girl? Can she provide for me too?"

She fired off a stream of curious questions, but only the first one stuck in Ye Wei’s ears.

Renting?

Grasping his chance to show off, he laughed confidently, stable as an old dog,

"I bought it."

He expected his little sister to be so surprised she’d be speechless.

But to his surprise, not only did she not show any shock, she even imitated him and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, right, don’t want to say, then forget it!"

Ye Wei was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said,

"I’m telling the truth, I really bought it!"

Ye Jiu gave him a caring glance.

"Ah yes, yes, sure."

Ye Wei: "..."

Damn it!

The lobby was no place to chat idly, so Ye Wei, lugging two large suitcases, huffed and puffed his way to the elevator.

The little one in the elevator couldn’t stop fidgeting, peeking around, undecided whether she was looking forward to seeing her brother’s new home or to the surprise... or rather shock, she was about to spring on him.

Ye Wei felt extremely anxious.

At the door, he took out the keys to unlock it, and found two new slippers in the entryway.

He had gone downstairs to buy these yesterday.

Just as he was about to call Jiujiu to put them on, he saw the little girl already squatting eagerly next to the suitcase, opening it.

"What are you looking for?"

Jiujiu didn’t answer him, but suddenly stood up with a big object in her arms from beside the suitcase.

"Here, take this!"

Seeing the thing Jiujiu shoved at him, Ye Wei was completely stunned.

Damn!

A game helmet?!

"...Where did you get this???"