Yuichiro Miyamoto answered the phone with a straight face and a gloomy expression.
"Hello, teacher."
"What? That little beast didn't go to school all day?"
"Okay! I got it!"
"Thank you for the notice, teacher! I'll break his legs when I get back!"
As he spoke, Yuichiro Miyamoto hung up the phone, ran to the grocery store and bought a stainless steel baseball bat, and ran home angrily.
Yuichiro Miyamoto had accumulated a lot of resentment and anger in his life and work. He had nowhere to vent it. He was cautious and did not dare to vent it on his colleagues. He was afraid of losing his job and being abandoned by his wife, relatives and friends, so he chose to vent it on himself.
On my son.
His son!
That guy who failed to live up to expectations, the guy who failed to live up to Yuichiro Miyamoto's hopes...
It doesn’t matter if he’s beaten to death!
Yuichiro Miyamoto really went crazy, he was even so angry that he lost his mind.
"That mother-in-law, she just returned to her parents' house yesterday, and there was no one to look after her, so the little beast refused to study!"
"I worked hard to make money and gave him tuition and living expenses. This is how he repays me!??"
Yuichiro Miyamoto's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed home with a baseball bat.
He really considered breaking his son's legs.
I don't even bother to look for the key.
Bang!
Miyamoto Yuichiro suddenly kicked open the door, and the muscles on his face were twisted and deformed, looking ferocious and terrifying.
But he had only walked a few steps, and the anger on his face immediately dissipated.
Miyamoto Hibiki, his son, is collapsed on the ground at this moment.
It looked like he had been in a coma for a long time.
Cerebral congestion?
Stroke?
Cerebral infarction?
Yuichiro Miyamoto threw the baseball bat on the ground, picked up his son and rushed to the hospital.
But when he walked to the door, his son in his arms suddenly woke up.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
The young man slowly opened his eyes and said coldly: "Are you angry at the company again? I saw the baseball bat on the ground. Are you planning to beat me up to vent your anger?"
Miyamoto Yuichiro put down his son, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "What are you doing? The teacher said you didn't go to school all day!"
The young man stared at him for a long time, and suddenly said in a language that Yuichiro Miyamoto could not understand: "I will never be a coward like you. I will be ashamed of you for the rest of my life."
Miyamoto Yuichiro didn't understand a word, but he knew...
This is the Mandarin of China!
The pronunciation and articulation are all very standard!
It feels like watching the actors’ lines in Chinese movies!
Could it be that...
My son is actually a language genius and learned Chinese secretly?
Then you can definitely let your son become a Chinese translator in the future!
Chinese people are rich now!
Miyamoto Yuichiro looked like this, feeling overjoyed, but suddenly thought of the strange things that happened in the company today.
"Wait! Could it be that you are..."
The young man nodded: "I have obtained the qualification for the closed beta test of "Lord Planet OL"."
Miyamoto Yuichiro wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the boy.
"Dad, you should be able to guess that it is not a game at all, but a time travel to the planet Lord."
"When I entered the game, the literary ruler Cang Shuo directly gave me the skill of 'Introduction to Chinese'."
"I didn't expect that after returning to Earth, these skills can still be used..."
A look of ecstasy appeared on Miyamoto Yuichiro's face.
If it weren't for his lack of ability, he would also want to become a senior executive of the company, or even start his own business, becoming a capitalist who squeezes other employees.
Now, the biggest opportunity has come!
His son became the first batch of closed beta players and became a glorious time traveler! All experiences will be broadcast live and simultaneously around the world!
star!
flow!
Advertising fees!
These three words instantly appeared in Miyamoto Yuichiro's mind.
Miyamoto Xiangsheng looked at his father coldly: "You can resign tomorrow."
"I met a friend in the game, and he hired me as the 'Chief Strategist of the Lord's Japan Branch'. The salary I can get every month is fifty times what you are now."
"Starting from tomorrow, I will take care of this family!"
"Just drink tea and play chess every day, and that'll be fine."
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a knock on the door!
As if to confirm the boy's words, a beautiful girl wearing black stockings and an OL uniform walked into Miyamoto's house, surrounded by two strong men.
"Are you Xiangsheng-kun? The boss will give you a two-month bonus as a reward for your outstanding performance in "Lord Planet OL"."
"Half of the money is put in the bearer bank card, and the other half is in cash."
"This is more convenient to use."
"By the way, I recommend that you use Huaguo's Alipay and business. Transfers are very convenient and there is no need to pay additional taxes."
Miyamoto Yuichiro watched his son chatting with the OL girl in an arrogant manner, and an extremely complicated emotion suddenly arose in his heart.
envy?
have!
Happy?
Yes!
One thing he was sure of now.
From today on, in this family, Yuichiro Miyamoto's right to speak will become worse day by day, and will gradually be surpassed by his son.
…
Time is like water, years are like arrows, and in the blink of an eye, a week has passed.
Three thousand players who have qualified for the closed beta test of "Lord Planet OL" have refused all human relationships, work and even study during this period, and have been playing this game almost 24 hours a day.
Of course, no one thinks they are playing a game.
99% of humans on earth firmly believe that these three thousand people have traveled to the planet where aliens live.
When the earth ends in seven years and nine months, perhaps the dawn of hope lies with these people!
"One less competitor."
Kyouo Miyamoto put down his mobile phone and closed the interface of Lord News Network, with an evil smile on his face.
In the entire Japan, there are only six young beta testers of his age!
Just seven days passed, and he was the only one left!
In the meantime, he also stabbed many fellow compatriots on Earth, especially Japanese competitors, openly and secretly!
"Lord Planet OL" is known as a game, but its player death and rebirth time is really too long, too long!
Seven days in real time, thirty-five days in Lord time!
Death once means falling behind significantly! The popularity of the topic will decrease!
If it were any other online game, this kind of resurrection time would definitely be trolled to death by netizens.
But "Lord Planet OL" is considered a conscience by netizens from all over the world.
Every seven days, a new, healthy body is distributed for free, and you can toss it around as you please. Isn’t it conscientious enough?
Because he has repeatedly attacked his compatriots, Miyamoto Kyouo's current reputation is not very good, but he still has traffic and topicality, and makes a lot of money.
At home, his father now talks softly to him, not to mention hitting him.
"This is the power of money!"
"It's clear that the end of the world is coming soon, but you still pay so much attention to money and wealth..."
Miyamoto Kyousei sneered: "This world is sick! It needs someone to cure it!"
After laughing for a while, he stroked his forehead with one hand and covered half of his face with his long hair. He whispered to himself in Mandarin, almost as if he was dreaming: "Maybe, I can become this person."
He shook his head and lay casually on the sofa: "Apply to log in to "Lord Planet OL"!"
(Continue to add more updates for the leader of the alliance, "The grass is broken~", the fifth update today! There are five chapters left! Well! I'll have a meal and continue writing!)