Chapter 230 229 Good Disciple, You Two Still Need to Practice This Move [Asking for Monthly Votes 410]

Chapter 230 229. Good disciple, you still need to practice these two moves [asking for monthly tickets 410]

Professor Chen, who always calls himself Old Chen, is over 60 years old this year. He has a kind personality and the character of an older generation of intellectuals. It is said that he worked in several design institutes when he was young. He had the hope of a career in politics but never set foot on it. Finally, he returned to his alma mater to serve as a tutor in the design department.

He doesn't hate the job of a teacher.

It's a pity that it's hard to get any big benefits in a non-famous major in a well-known university, but perhaps it's because of the lack of oil and water that he gets along well with his students and doesn't have so many troubles.

The plasterer and the brick mover are the last batch of graduate students he led. After these two unreliable guys graduate, Old Chen plans to go home to enjoy his life.

His wife passed away a few years ago. His two sons have started their own families and careers. Occasionally bringing his grandchildren back makes Old Chen's old age life quite fulfilling.

Generally speaking, people who have a fulfilling life in reality are not likely to seek comfort in the virtual world. Of course, the main reason why Lao Chen doesn't play games much is that he didn't catch up with the good times.

When he was the same age as the gray man, even arcade machines were still rare.

Therefore, when his two students asked him to play games together, Lao Chen refused.

On the one hand, because of years of self-discipline, he really doesn't like this kind of pastime. Wouldn't it be better to find a few good friends to play Go or go fishing?

On the other hand, he really feels that he can't keep up with the times.

The hand-drawn drawings he is best at are somewhat out of place in this era of using computers for office work. Although he can use mainstream software, his thinking as a designer is barely outdated. His students have done well in society and occasionally come back to see him, but his iconic two-finger Zen occasionally makes young teachers in the department whisper.

He knows everything.

He just pretends not to know.

Ignorance is a blessing.

But before he could seriously refuse, that is, after filling out the test application, eating a meal and walking downstairs, a courier box quietly appeared at the door of Old Chen's house.

This scared the old man.

Although he did not live in a luxurious community, it was the first time he saw a courier delivered directly to his doorstep. In addition, the delivery speed was a bit too fast, right?

His students clearly said that it would take about 12 hours, and it was less than 5 hours.

"Is the delivery place very close to here?"

Old Chen picked up the courier box and went into the house, looking at it carefully.

There was only one column for the sender, "Alpha Company's "Real Alien World" test team invites you to join in the celebration", and the contact number used below was a transfer number generated by virtual protection, which could not be traced at all.

He muttered and opened the box, which contained a black motorcycle helmet-like gaming hardware.

There was no protective box, no support frame, and even the cheapest plastic foam.

This is really shabby!

"I heard from them that we can just take this thing up there?"

Old Chen is a professor after all, and the common sense of a senior intellectual tells him that this thing is not very reliable.

Although he specializes in the academic field he is good at, the academic circle is so small, and he has never heard that this kind of virtual reality technology has been put into use to develop games in recent years.

He dare not put something that does not even have a production mark on his head.

What if this three-no product suddenly explodes?

He remembered that his student Xiao Du said there was a forum to go to, so he took the helmet into the study, turned on the new computer that his eldest son had bought for him, logged into the forum website, and found the official guidance post for the game helmet.

He took a rough look and found that the function of this thing is quite comprehensive. He exited the post and randomly clicked into a few spam posts of today's hot posts.

He didn't really care about the content, but just wanted to find some details to prove that this was not a prank.

It turns out that the hottest topic on the forum is about the "Jackal" eradication operation. Many people are discussing who will win the points list and which team is more powerful. Some people who haven't received the helmet have even posted a prediction thread and made a handicap.

"This doesn't feel fake. Mr. Du wouldn't hire more than 300 people to play a joke on me, right?"

Old Chen spent more than ten minutes collecting enough information. He began to believe that this game really exists, and that he can enter the virtual reality world of "brain wave sensing" through the helmet in his hand.

"Although I'm not an expert in this field, this theory is not quite right, right? I remember that the technology related to brain wave sensing doesn't work like this."

Professor Chen muttered and sat on his computer chair, staring at the game helmet in his hand for nearly a minute before he finally made up his mind.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to his good student, asking him to wait for him in the game, and then put the helmet on his head.

Hey, you know what, this thing seems to be customized.

The size is just right.

The lining inside is made of some unknown material and it feels quite comfortable to support the scalp. When the power of the helmet is turned on, the visual field in front of the eyes becomes the unique semi-virtual feeling of VR equipment.

There are only three initial icons.

A forum entrance, a built-in browser, and the last one is the icon of "Real Different World".

The icon was very delicately made, like a miniature print, depicting a city under the stars. When Old Chentou saw this minimalist design with a strong sense of technology, most of his worries were relieved.

His grandson has a VR device and he has also played with it, and the operations are basically the same.

"It does seem like there is something."

The old professor adjusted his chair to a comfortable position, then reached out and clicked on the game icon.

The next moment, a ball of light flickered in front of his eyes. It was not dazzling but very soft. The light rendered the entire field of vision and then turned into a dark swaying nebula. Then, under the starry sky, there was a slight feeling of weightlessness.

It's like the spirit is entering a container.

The last thing Old Chen Tou saw was the sky full of stars.

Then, he opened his eyes.

Perhaps due to the special habits of the elderly, he did not get up immediately. Instead, he first felt his body and touch, and then looked around.

The field of vision swayed together with the movement of the eyes and head, so real that it seemed as if he was on his own bed.

He smelled the cold and damp smell unique to dark places, which reminded him of the basement he rented for a while when he first started working in his youth. That was a memory from a long time ago.

Um?

wrong!

My mind seemed to be much clearer all of a sudden, and I no longer had the fatigue caused by age in the past. Even my body seemed to be back to the time it was in its prime.

This is not an illusion.

Lao Chen stood up from the stone platform where he was lying for the first time. He could feel the power called "youth" contained in his new body.

It seems that I have suddenly returned to my peak period in my twenties!

Then, he looked forward, and the environment of the midnight secret room came into view.

The light from the gas lamp overhead cast shadows on the pillars and the ground. There were stands around but no one was there. Only at the end of his line of sight could he see a figure walking from the shadows.

He could hear the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer as his shoes collided with the ground.

The man's cloak was still swaying behind him, and his shadow cast an ominous reflection on the ground. It seemed that you could feel an incongruity just by looking directly at him.

"My warrior."

As soon as Murphy's magnetic voice in the darkness started, the old professor suddenly took a step back.

So true!

Old Chentou heard the sound.

But he suddenly felt a kind of panic from the bottom of his heart. Did he really come to another world?

This doesn't feel like playing a game at all!

Damn it!

I still have my family over there.

Driven by this sudden emotion, Professor Chen sat up from the computer chair and took off the game helmet from his head with both hands. He panted and looked at the familiar study room in front of him, as well as the shining light. The computer screen and the bookshelf behind are filled with various professional books.

The author of four or five of them is himself.

There is a pot of pothos placed on the edge of the desk.

It is said that this thing can reduce the radiation caused by computers. Well, the professor knows that is impossible, but the elderly want some psychological comfort.

"this thing"

He sat on the computer chair, holding the game helmet in his arms. After taking a deep breath, he shook his head and said:

"It's incredible. No wonder those two young men are so obsessed with it. Even I, an old man, almost lost my grip on it."

He calmed down and got up to make himself a cup of tea, then put the helmet on his head again.

This time I wasn't as cautious as before.

However, a prompt popped up in front of him, because he was too excited and triggered a forced disconnection. He needed to wait fifteen minutes before he could go online again. The helmet's built-in AI suggested that he activate the helmet's physiological monitoring first.

Before Mr. Chen could figure out where the switch was, his cell phone rang, and after it was connected, the breathless voice of the chosen one came from the other end:

"Old Chentou, are you okay? Brother Fa just sent me a message, saying that Alpha Company's tester protection team detected that your mood swings were very violent and triggered a security alarm. After he asked me to confirm your physical condition, Send him a message back.

I'm wondering if you haven't had a heart attack before?

Do you want me and Brother Sun to go there now? "

"It's okay, it's okay, I was just scared."

When the old professor heard that Alpha Company actually had a testing team to monitor players' mental status in real time, he felt even more relieved.

He chuckled and said:

"This game is so real. You know, I feel like I have really gone to another world. I also thought that the 'underworld-style' aesthetic style of the vampires is quite unique."

"You can still make such a hell joke, it seems you are fine."

The gray man also breathed a sigh of relief. He hung up the phone only after confirming that Professor Chen was fine.

"It was almost a joke."

Old Chentou himself was also amused.

He shook his head and clicked on the operating guide of the gaming helmet again on the forum, opened the built-in physiological monitoring program and logged in again smoothly.

It's the same process just now, the same mental connection, the same opening of eyes again.

But this time, Old Chentou was no longer afraid.

He can leave this game world at any time.

As long as the logout function is still there and as long as you can return to the real world at any time, isn't this a too real game?

——

In the midnight secret room, Murphy was also startled.

He knew that Professor Chen was coming to Transia, and he planned to greet him in person to express his respect for senior intellectuals and professionals. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Professor Chen's body turned into a ball of light and disappeared in front of him.

ha?

Are you so scary in the eyes of Old Chen?

Did he scare him off the line directly?

Not to the point.

Logically speaking, a vampire as beautiful as myself should kill both men and women.

After waiting for several minutes, Murphy felt that Lao Chentou was reconnecting, so he used the summoning technique again, using the same psychic energy to simulate the process of physical projection, and then Lao Chentou climbed up from the stone platform with vigorous movements. .

"Hello, my warrior."

Murphy made his expression softer this time, and extended his hand to Professor Chen, whose game ID was "Construction Site Old Man", full of affinity. He said:

"My two architects recommended you to me. They praised you as a first-class architect in this world. My territory and I welcome you very much. Your wisdom and knowledge will definitely make Transia a great place." Moved."

"Ah, you are so flattering."

Professor Chen felt that the NPC in front of him was really good at talking, and his manners were really elegant, and his face was handsome enough. It would be very reassuring if his little grandson would grow up like this in the future.

However, when the fingers came into contact, the unique coldness of the vampire's skin made Lao Chentou shrink his fingers subconsciously.

He felt as if he were touching a piece of ice.

Only then did he see the blood shining in the depths of Murphy's eyes and his too-white to pale skin.

"Are you a vampire?"

"Well, for an atheist, it's really hard for you to understand a creature like me, but I'm sure you'll soon realize that I'm not like other vampires."

Murphy smiled and replied:

"Your students are already waiting for you outside the chamber."

"Swish, swish, swish"

Just as Murphy was speaking, the six-man Meow Meow Brother group who had died unexpectedly before was also resurrected at this time. As soon as they came online, they hurriedly got up and rushed out of the secret room.

They should quickly go to the administrative office to report their "Big Bird Rotation" group and then participate in the elimination of the jackals.

They are already so far behind.

"Hey! There's a new person here!"

The little hand with the sharpest eyes looked back and exclaimed:

"Why are you still an old man? Damn it, this testing team just treats us young adults as laborers, doesn't it even let the old man go?"

"ah?"

Brother Meow Meow, who was running in front, suddenly braked when he heard this. He used his black iron body's super dexterity and smooth turns to make big jumps. He spun around in the air coquettishly and accurately and landed steadily. He came to the side of Lao Chentou.

The cunning social man stretched out his hand with a smile and said to the old man:

"You are Professor Chen, the tutor of the Gray Man, right? Hey, that guy said on the forum before that he wanted to invite you to come to Transia to guide the work! Oh my, we young people are not reliable in what we do, and we still need you to be so experienced. It’s really troublesome for you to have the seniors come to help us check things out.”

These words directly amused Old Chentou.

He winked and said:

"Young man, you often work as a receptionist, don't you? You are really good at saying one thing after another. My two students are also thanked by you for taking care of them."

"Hehe, let's support each other. Well, you should be busy first. We have other things to do. I will visit you another day when I have time. I still have a few boxes of good tea.

Don’t worry, Mr. Murphy!

We will definitely eradicate those damn gnolls and protect the order of Transia! "

Brother Miao Miao quickly left and ran out with his brothers.

Murphy also gave Lao Chen a few words as an NPC, suggesting that he become an administrator in the territory, and then turned around and left the Midnight Secret Room.

Old Chen walked around feeling the feeling of being young again, and left the midnight secret room with a smile on his face. As a result, he immediately saw his two students waiting outside the door.

"Teacher, you are here! Come and take a look at our plan."

The graying man stepped forward and unfolded the drawings to show to his mentor. Old Chen was not polite and took it over for a glance, and then said in a strange tone:

"This painting is okay, but there is a very important question. Have you done any Feng Shui calculations before painting?"

"What? We're already in the game and we're still talking about that?"

"Nonsense, there are even feudal superstitions like vampires here. In reality, the importance of feng shui, which only seeks peace of mind, is self-evident. Who knows what other gods and ghosts there are here?

You two!

They also talk about applying what they have learned, but in the end, they don’t even understand the words “combine it with reality.” Materialism does not ask you to deny these things, but allows you to accept them and make necessary modifications according to the actual situation.

Take it back and draw it again. Before you start writing, ask the local master to calculate the fortune and bad luck according to their way.

This is a new city!

I saw on the post that this city had just suffered a disaster, and there were still some evil spirits that hadn't been cleaned up, so we couldn't be careless in this regard. "