"Paradise" clue credited, and it’s worth 500 points—a ga clue!
Wang Hao’s face lit up with joy, as if a sense of euphoria nad "happiness" was about to overflow from his body.
He had been worrying about having no ga to play, but soone had delivered the goods right to his door.
He couldn’t help but rub his hands together, his gaming ti today was set.
"Hehe, here I co."
When he clicked on "Paradise," a dialogue box appeared, shrouded in fog.
"Please note, the ’Idealism’ level of ’Paradise’ is Fifth Level! The terror level is quite high!! Not suitable for individuals with suboptimal health such as heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, etc. Please confirm you do not suffer from the above diseases!"
"Please confirm you are over eighteen years old and have experience with other terror-inducing gas!"
"What’s all this fuss? I’m in excellent health!"
He clicked the "confirm" button.
"This mission’s script is a five-star high-difficulty instance."
"The avatar allowed into the script is limited to children under 12 years old."
"It has been detected that you do not currently have a suitable avatar. You need to create an appropriate avatar for the mission; each creation will cost 200 points."
He was instantly dumbfounded. What kind of requirent was this?
Children under 12 years old, obviously without any combat abilities, were supposed to challenge a five-star high-difficulty instance, the legendary Silent Domain?
With the 800 points he had, he could only buy four lives.
After four tis, he’d be broke!
This whole series of gimmicks left Wang Hao on edge, wildly speculating, "I have to see just how thrilling it will be! If it’s not an excellent instance, I’m going to be mad!"
The hardcore player took a deep breath and began to psych himself up.
He thought of himself as a brave person, but how to put it... thoughts of the Silent Domain, hauntings, and the like scurrying through his mind still sent shivers down his spine.
A ga evidently high in scariness still required so ntal preparation.
"Forget it, ti to eat first."
"I’ll play when my cousin gets back ho."
He took off his helt, rubbing his slightly sore eyes, and noticed that the twin-tailed classmate had already arrived ho and was conscientiously cooking in the kitchen.
Her mood seed very good; young girls always seem to be full of enthusiasm, as if a sense of youthfulness was brimming from within. The kitchen knife in her hands was busy non-stop, spreading nicely chopped spring onion and chili on the turbot she had bought this morning, then pouring over scalding hot oil to bring out the aroma, all the while humming an unknown tune.
Wang Hao could sll the aroma from afar, and his mouth started watering.
This was the scent of life!
"You’re always gaming day and night. I saw you sitting there with your helt on, grinning foolishly non-stop, shaking your head like you were on drugs," Han Xiaoyue washed her hands and took out her phone, smiling as she showed off the video she had captured.
Wang Hao was stunned on the spot.
The video of himself was the epito of a "happy special child," and he even let out a surprise caw like a chicken.
It was the enormous surprise brought by the guest "Lu Tianming," who had delivered a ga clue!
free points, how could he not be overjoyed?
His face flushed red, and he blurted out loudly, "Delete that imdiately, how can you capture soone’s embarrassing mont... you’ll end up not finding a boyfriend!"
Han Xiaoyue believed she had caught Wang Hao’s weak spot, and a pair of small dimples appeared on her face, "I work hard at school every day, and after returning on the weekends, I still cook for you."
"You think a girl like , who can grace a hall and also cook in the kitchen, wouldn’t find a boyfriend?"
Wang Hao cajoled and tricked her, saying, "Good girls shouldn’t sneak photos of boys, you know? You’re like a female hooligan trying to violate . Do you realize that’s sexual harassnt, understand?"
"If you don’t delete it, I’m going to scream, female hooligan!"
Han Xiaoyue harshly clapped the pot lid shut, amused by his antics, "If you’re so capable, don’t eat the fatty fish cooked by a female hooligan then!"
This turbot needed to be simred on low heat for 10 minutes to allow the flavors of the soup to penetrate.
Eating was definitely on the agenda.
Wang Hao decided not to continue the debate with the female hooligan and chose to sit quietly beside the table, starting to play with his phone.
He began to search for the keywords "Paradise," but however he searched, all he found were Tao Yuanming’s "The Peach Blossom Diary," or so online ga, or little advertisents from travel agencies—there wasn’t a single useful guide.
"Looks like I’ll have to experience it myself."
Soon, Han Xiaoyue had prepared lunch and brought out all the dishes.
She took out a peach from the fridge, bigger than a fist, and said with so hesitation, "I’ve already deleted that video, don’t be angry, big cousin... I want to eat this peach."
"Then eat it yourself, why be polite?"
"It was sent to you by a friend, right? I’m worried it might have worms inside, you help cut it open."
Seeing the fruit knife Han Xiaoyue handed over, Wang Hao was a bit puzzled and couldn’t help but tease her, "Are fairies these days so delicate that they need soone else to cut a peach for them? There aren’t any damn worms."
"Hurry up, I want to eat the peach!"
Wang Hao rolled his eyes but ultimately couldn’t resist the urge to pamper his cousin and sliced the peach into pieces.
Seriously, the peach sent by the dumbass in the group was large, sweet, and fragrant—it was incredibly delicious.
If he didn’t know that Han Xiaoyue was a foodie, he himself would be unwilling to share, not leaving even one behind.
Next, as Han Xiaoyue enjoyed her peach, Wang Hao savored a turbot on his own, coupled with so vegetables, and was very satisfied as he finished off two large bowls of rice.
He had always been satisfied with student Han Xiaoyue’s cooking skills.
"Aren’t you eating?"
"I need to diet."
"I had a classmate in the past who always wanted to diet."
He went on to ntion so amusing stories from school.
Though he had only graduated a year ago, Wang Hao always felt as if his campus days were very, very far away from him, as if he had never experienced them, and couldn’t help but sigh with the feeling that ti fled without cease.
"In school, why didn’t you find a girlfriend? What about those pretty underclasswon?" Han Xiaoyue asked.
Faced with this question, Wang Hao was a bit annoyed; his luck with won had always been quite good, and he never lacked girls.
But... how to put it? Just as sothing beyond friendship was about to happen, there would always be so mysterious force blocking him.
It was either sothing happening in the girl’s family, or suddenly he would fall out of love, losing interest.
Or other things like that...
He sighed again and said, "I don’t know either, why it all fell apart."
"Give an example, there was once an underclassman girl I did a math modeling competition with; she was particularly clueless, couldn’t write papers and was terrible at gas. But she knew the general traits of n—lustful, so her voice when talking to boys always had a kind of husky quality to it."
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