Chapter 913: Chapter 500: A Familiar Place Chapter 913: Chapter 500: A Familiar Place Although they couldn’t understand why it was happening, the broadcasters’ reactions nevertheless sent the popularity of “Childhood” soaring.
And the broadcasters’ reactions beca a for “Childhood”—”Those who play ‘Childhood’ without crying must be disloyal and unfilial!”
Once this spread like wildfire, the hosts found they couldn’t help but cry.
Moreover, because they cried so much, they got wrapped up in the competition of weeping.
One person utilized their funeral industry expertise, playing a mournful tune on the suona to compose “Flower of Hope”. In sync with the mood at the ti, it imdiately scored a high eight points.
Others who were particularly adept at storytelling spun a web of childhood tales while playing, ensuring each story began with humor, turned sentintal in the middle, and ended with another laugh.
There were also hosts who cried exceptionally artistically and genuinely; even without knowing what they were playing, the atmosphere in the live stream itself made the ga feel remarkably tear-jerking.
A unique gaming phenonon arose as hosts began to compete on this new track. Everyone started to see who could cry the best, who could bring out their own unique style, and who could sob with the most skill.
Unfortunately, so people just couldn’t grasp why the ga was so moving.
Soone like Xien Waidao, for instance.
The ga was clearly full of joy, okay!
Holding onto this question, he went to the Morals Aid Group chat and quickly found he wasn’t the only one puzzled.
“I don’t know if it’s the world’s problem or this world’s problem, but I don’t feel anything when I play ‘Childhood’. Did they all download pirated versions?”
“Actually, I doubted before whether they had downloaded pirated versions, but after seeing your remark, I’m sure they did.”
“Piracy is despicable. What’s a good casual ga turned into a tearjerker. The last ti I cried was because of ‘Night Hospital’—the romance in it was just too moving.”
“ too!”
“It feels like Fang Cheng Studio got really pitiful. They finally made a ga, and it ended up getting pirated this badly.”
“ too!”
Liuzi: “…I can’t take this anymore. Is it so hard to admit that your tastes and moral compass are unusual? I know a Doctor Wang who’s excellent at treating ntal illness. Should I introduce him to you?”
I’m not Xien Waidao: “Sorry, my dog has started to bite people randomly. Don’t mind him.”
Liuzi: “Xien Waidao, don’t you ss with like this! One day I will make sure you get what’s coming to you!”
I’m not Xien Waidao: “What? Are you going to hang yourself in a red dress at my front door? Liuzi, you play so ahead of the curve~”
Liuzi: “I’ll take you out right now! Co on, fight one-on-one! You pick the ga.”
Xien Waidao imdiately went offline, unwilling to wade into this muddle.
Liuzi’s gaming abilities were better than his, heaven knows why the guy who draws comics every day has such innate gaming talent.
With this kind of talent, it’s a waste not to be a competitive gar instead of drawing comics.
And you’re part of the Morals Aid Group, but you’re not seeking improvent; you’re actually attacking the mbers who care about you and cherish you. How can you do this to us who fed you with a spoonful of poop and a spoonful of pee?
Sighing deeply, Xien Waidao felt a sort of lancholic sadness like that of an old father.
He reminisced about the tis he helped Liuzi and decided not to bring him along this ti.
So, who should he play with?
Thinking it over, he logged into Passport World and, sure enough, found that Mukuai 1234 wasn’t there.
Lately, the kid had been avoiding him. The ssages he sent got responses like “I’m sorting out my feelings, just let know when you’re dead.”
How can I notify you if I’m dead!
Seek resurrection with Dragon Balls?
It would still depend on “Uncle Bird” to co first!
But having not seen her for a while, he felt a bit strange and missed her sowhat.
Sighing again, he started searching through his friends list, only to realize he didn’t actually have many friends.
“How co everyone else is so pathetic they don’t even qualify to be my friend?”
After another heavy sigh, he sent out party invites to his two friends, and soon received their replies.
Boot up the ga once more, Xien Waidao felt his consciousness sink ever deeper.
His virtual reality level had undergone a free upgrade, with ga sensations ramped up to 50%, allowing him to fully imrse in everything the ga had to offer.
Surrendering to the sensation of falling, his consciousness bobbed up and down in this chaotic ocean-like space, as if he was in a dreamlike state.
When he ca to, he found himself lying in bed.
The cicadas were chirping, and a ceiling fan whirred overhead, looking like it might fall at any mont.
The TV was still on—episode of the ’86 version of Journey to the West playing the part where the true and fake Monkey Kings et, which happened to be Xien Waidao’s favorite episode.
After all, watching two Monkeys in one episode was pure fan service.
In the past, whenever this episode ca on, Xien Waidao would watch from start to finish, then start to imagine how the plot would unfold if the “Six-eared Macaque” had defeated “Sun Wukong” in the end.
Each ti he shared his reimagined story with other kids, it would leave a bunch of them in tears, followed by telling the teacher and calling their parents—a full-service tragedy.
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