But the streak of bad luck persisted. The short-haired girl had just recovered from her coughing fit and, with a flushed face, tried to remove her helt, only to discover with horror that the helt’s strap had mysteriously tied itself into a dead knot that couldn’t be undone!
...
In just a mont, a rich and llow aroma wafted out from the kitchen.
There are many types of coffee. So have a variety of flavors—sour, sweet, and bitter—all present, while others are so overwhelmingly sour they completely dominate the drinker’s sense of sll and taste.
Wang Hao didn’t really have any strong preferences and certainly wasn’t going to relish any lonely bitterness; his goal was simply to satisfy his taste buds—good taste was all that mattered.
Sun Qingqing took a small sip of coffee, brimming with a rich and llow fragrance, not the slightest bit bitter, which even soone like her who wasn’t very fond of coffee, found delicious.
"Wow... what kind of coffee is this? It’s so tasty!"
"Ha, it’s just ordinary Yunnan coffee beans, nothing special," Wang Hao said with a smile.
After all, being a proper Black-clothed Guard, Sun Qingqing had already forced herself to calm down in just this short ti.
This self-hypnosis technique was a must-learn course for a qualified Investigator.
She took out a small gift she had prepared carefully.
A packet that appeared to be very delicate "white sugar," but in fact, was not sugar at all, but "Immortal Beans ground into powder, plus so specially made seasoning."
To investigate "abnormal beings," naturally, there needed to be financial support—without funds, what’s the point of an investigation... Of course, this didn’t exclude her own gluttony, wanting to fill her own pockets.
"Do you really like coffee, Wang? This is a special type of white sugar that tastes really good with coffee," she offered.
Wang Hao took the small packet of "white sugar" and added just a little to his cup. "I always try to give anything interesting a shot—coffee, tea brewing, and so on—but there are so things I just can’t get the hang of."
After tasting another sip, his eyes instantly lit up.
It was really super tasty!
The coffee suddenly had a very strange sweetness to it.
This sweetness was different from ordinary sugar, appearing very rich, with a natural, fresh, and llow feel that wasn’t cloying at all.
Even more so, it imparted a sense of vitality, which was truly odd—feeling the essence of life from eating.
"What are the things you can’t get the hang of?" Sun Qingqing naturally struck up a conversation.
"...For example, fishing. I really don’t see the fun in fishing. I don’t get what those people are thinking. Of course, when I get older, I might start to like fishing."
"I don’t enjoy fishing either, but I can understand it. My dad loves fishing. He’d head out with his fishing rod before dawn. It probably feels a bit like playing gas, a sort of relaxing sensation. Speaking of which... have you played any particularly fun gas lately?"
When the topic shifted to gas, Wang Hao shook his head playfully. "I’ve heard that the reputation of ga manufacturers hasn’t been very good lately; I haven’t really found anything that’s particularly fun."
"Like the author of ’Gentlen of Eight Wastes’ suddenly got all high and mighty. I think he’s probably planning to take off, the way he’s brushing players off. I definitely won’t support his next ga."
"Yeah!" Sun Qingqing was equally indignant about this topic. "Look at him, always promising and never delivering. If I believed his spiels, I’d be crying my eyes out by now."
Wang Hao found her words sowhat amusing. "Scrolls of Girl 6, it’s been how many years now without a release. Even if you put a monkey on a keyboard to randomly hit keys, it could probably type out the ga code by now."
"Right! They’re always on vacation, so many people just loafing around."
"And that Old Ring, its support for mods... doesn’t seem very friendly, huh? What’s the point of playing without mods?"
Mid-sentence, Wang Hao paused for a mont.
He almost blurted out the ultimate truth that without those super niche mods, what was even the point of playing Old Ring?
Could niche be the endga of all gas?
...
...
Extre panic was erupting within the group of five!
With the helt impossible to remove, and the earphones the sa, the short-haired girl’s bad luck was intensifying.
She now didn’t dare to swallow her saliva, fearing she would choke on it and die.
"The ceiling isn’t going to collapse, is it?"
"Don’t touch ; I might get a muscle cramp if you prod ."
Suddenly, a wad of who knows where it ca from phlegm inexplicably got caught in her throat, causing her to cough violently once more.
"Cough cough cough!"
"Cough cough cough... ah..."
This ti the severity was far greater than before. In just a few seconds, she found herself on the brink of suffocation. The others quickly patted her back, trying to dislodge the phlegm.
"What do we do, we can’t pat it out, she’s going to suffocate like this!"
"The knot on the helt, we can’t untie it!"
The intelligence of the deputy team leader, as high as 160, lanted internally. How could this girl, brimming with Vitality and a Self-regeneration ability, have sothing like phlegm?
It was utterly nonsensical and unreasonable!
"Take her earphones off, stop eavesdropping! We should stop around here."
What was more terrifying was that the inescapable helt seed to be a part of the misfortune.
Since they could not loosen the helt, the Bluetooth earphones also couldn’t be removed; the more they eavesdropped, the worse the bad luck that exploded.
Two boys tried to use scissors to cut the helt’s strap, but it was made of a special material that ordinary scissors couldn’t cut through.
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