Step by step, the decay of the Ming Dynasty started to change, even defeating the Jurchens and successfully annexing the grasslands into the territory.
Of course, that’s what’s on the surface; as for the real situation, even Mu Rufeng couldn’t find out now.
At the sa ti, Mu Rufeng also checked if there are any supernatural powers in this world.
Well, how to put it, at least on the surface there aren’t any, after all, it’s just the internet, and you can’t really find anything definitive there either.
But at least on the surface, there are no supernatural powers. Whether there are any in secret is unknown.
"F***, damn it, are you cursing my dad? What the hell is that? Did you switch players?"
"You f***ing kidding , can’t beat so you switched players? And still talking sh*t to ? You b****, f*** you."
At this mont, a young man sitting next to Mu Rufeng was wearing headphones, with a mic on, constantly cursing at the other side.
Mu Rufeng turned his head slightly, took a look, and realized it was a shooting ga, similar to CF.
When Mu Rufeng ca to turn on his computer, he saw many people playing this ga. So, it seed, this shooting ga called OF was extrely popular.
"Bro, how about I help you play? I guarantee you’ll have him calling you dad." Mu Rufeng suddenly said.
"Hmm? Are you sure? That guy’s pretty good, probably with amateur professional skills," the person said, taking off the headphones.
"No biggie, I’ll beat him like he’s a dog." Mu Rufeng said confidently.
Even though his Three-dinsional Attributes had decreased, he still maintained the peak human body.
This human peak wasn’t just about the body, but also consciousness, speed, micro-operations, reflexes, everything, all-rounded.
In every Domain, you could say he could reach the Peak.
A small shooting ga, piece of cake.
"Really? Bro, okay, I trust you. Just wait a mont, I’ll tell that bastard."
After saying this, the man put on his headphones again and gave the opponent a cordial greeting, eventually agreeing to a one-versus-one duel mode.
They also agreed that the loser would have to call the winner dad a hundred tis.
Soon, Mu Rufeng sat in the man’s seat, put on the headphones, adjusted various controls, and then, the ga began.
Fifteen minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Mu Rufeng took off the headphones and slowly stood up: "Bro, you can co and listen to your son call you now."
"Aweso, so amazing, bro, you killed him a total of eighty-eight tis, eighty-eight tis!"
"If I wasn’t watching from the side, I would’ve thought you were using hacks." The brother was extrely excited and agitated at the mont.
Then he imdiately put on his headphones.
However, what t him wasn’t the opponent calling him dad but a series of insane insults, directly saying he was using cheats and threatening to report him.
In the end, they sprayed each other for about ten minutes, and it concluded with the opponent’s defeat and retreat.
"Bro, that was so satisfying, haha, hey attendant, grab two bottles of iced drinks and make two cups of instant noodles, each with a marinated egg, grilled sausage, and a big chicken leg." The man shouted at the cashier.
"Okay, on it." Liu Nan imdiately responded.
"It’s already noon, I’ll treat you to so instant noodles." The man said to Mu Rufeng.
"Then I won’t be polite." Mu Rufeng said with a smile.
It was just right; he was indeed hungry, with no money to buy food, so he could only bum a al.
Otherwise, Mu Rufeng wouldn’t have helped him play the ga to save face; he did it intentionally.
"Bro, what’s your na? I’m Yan Zhicheng." Yan Zhicheng introduced himself.
"Mu Rufeng." Mu Rufeng smiled slightly and stated his na.
This person had only arrived twenty minutes ago, and because there was an air conditioner blowing overhead, he sat next to Mu Rufeng.
"Bro, your skills are really impressive, not inferior to those professional players, right? By the way, are you a pro player?" Yan Zhicheng asked excitedly.
"No." Mu Rufeng shook his head slightly.
"Your skills are really wasted if you don’t go pro, forget it, let’s not talk about this. Bro, you should also be in the Hunan 1 district, right? Get on, carry !"
"I don’t have an account." Mu Rufeng said.
"How can you not have an account? With skills like yours, don’t lie to ."
"I used to play on others’, never created my own."
"Then do you have a TT account?"
"Yes."
"Then quickly log into your TT account."
Subsequently, Mu Rufeng logged into the TT account he just created not long ago.
Then, using the newly created ga account, he started boosting Yan Zhicheng.
Not long after, Liu Nan ca over with two buckets of instant noodles in hand, with two bottles of drinks tucked under his arm.
Mu Rufeng was already hungry, so he took the instant noodles and began to eat.
I have to say, the ingredients in this are really generous—grilled chicken drumsticks, marinated eggs, and grilled sausages, all incredibly fragrant.
In a few quick bites, Mu Rufeng finished, while Yan Zhicheng had just eaten his marinated egg.
"Bro, you eat so fast! Are you full? How about another bucket?"
"Sure, bring another bucket."
...
In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.
The next morning, Mu Rufeng and Yan Zhicheng were still sitting in their original spots playing gas.
Looking at their table, it was already piled high with trash.
It was all sorts of garbage like barbecue skewers, instant noodles, fast food, snacks, and drinks.
They played the entire day, and Yan Zhicheng was very generous, covering all the expenses.
"Ha~~! I’m so sleepy, I’m going back to sleep. Bro, want to grab breakfast together?" Yan Zhicheng yawned as he spoke.
"Sure, I’m really sleepy too, and really hungry." Mu Rufeng nodded.
Afterward, the two left the internet cafe and went to a nearby rice noodle shop.
Yan Zhicheng treated them again.
When Mu Rufeng polished off his fifth big bowl of noodles, Yan Zhicheng was stunned.
"Bro, you’ve got an incredibly big appetite."
Mu Rufeng smiled slightly but said nothing.
At the mont, his appetite was indeed huge, but given his peak human physical fitness in various aspects, it was natural for him to eat a lot.
However, compared to his previous appetite, it was like heaven and earth.
After eating, Mu Rufeng and Yan Zhicheng stepped out of the noodle shop.
Yan Zhicheng asked, "Bro, where do you live?"
"I got kicked out, holess."
"What? What’s going on? Got into a fight with your wife and got kicked out? Where will you stay tonight?"
"I plan to crash at the internet cafe for a week." Mu Rufeng didn’t elaborate, letting him speculate.
"No wonder, no wonder you didn’t get off the computer just now, planning to head back to the internet cafe? How about this? Co to my place."
"I rented a place nearby. If you don’t mind, you can stay at mine for a day first," Yan Zhicheng offered.
In just one night, Yan Zhicheng was already impressed by the gaming skills Mu Rufeng had shown.
"Well, that’s not great, will it be a bother to you?" Mu Rufeng declined.
"Not at all, not at all, it’s no bother." Yan Zhicheng imdiately dragged Mu Rufeng to his place.
To be honest, Yan Zhicheng had his own little plan in mind.
He had arranged with people from the team on TT to have a 1v1 match at eight tonight, with a rule that for every death, they would pay ten dollars, tallying up the totals afterward.
With Mu Rufeng’s skills, he could kill the others dozens of tis, earning at least a few hundred bucks.
Moreover, their team could also hire external help, even professional players if they could get them.
Let’s not ntion the rest, with Mu Rufeng’s skills, playing a few rounds and earning a few thousand a day wasn’t a problem.
Before long, the two arrived at the rented apartnt.
As soon as they entered, Yan Zhicheng turned on the air conditioner.
It was a very basic single room, roughly thirty square ters.
A bed, a wardrobe, plus a computer desk and a dining table.
No kitchen, or rather, the kitchen had been abandoned and turned into a storage area, with a separate bathroom.
Though small, it had everything necessary.
"I have a yoga mat, bought it over half a year ago but hardly used. You could probably sleep on it; let set up a bedding on the floor for you."
Saying that, he pulled out a fabric bag from a corner and took out a rolled-up large yoga mat and laid it beside the bed.
"Bro, make do with it. I’ll get a comforter for you to use as a blanket, but there’s no pillow." As he spoke, he took a cover from the wardrobe.
"That’s fine, just having a place to sleep is good enough." Having stayed up all night, Mu Rufeng was a bit tired.
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