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Chapter 7 The Second Round of the Round Table Game

Aunt Chen was sitting next to Jiang Wenyuan, but she turned a blind eye to the weird doll in his arms. This kind of dialogue scene as usual made Jiang Wenyuan feel very unreal. He hugged the heavy clown puppet and absent-mindedly responded to Aunt Chen's words.

Auntie Chen watched Jiang Wenyuan grow up when she was a child, and she immediately noticed that he was not in the right condition, "Are you not feeling well? Sigh... You just came out for an internship, so the pressure must be very high, and you still run to our house every week, The body can't bear it. Today you go back to rest early, I'm fine, I'll be with you, Uncle Chen."

Jiang Wenyuan didn't force himself, "Then I'll go back first. Aunt Chen, you have lost weight recently, remember to take care of yourself. Eat."

"I don't have much appetite after summer, I lose a few pounds every summer, it's okay, the meat will grow back in winter." Aunt Chen sent Jiang Wenyuan to the door, "You kid still says I'm Well, you are so tall and not much fatter than me, no matter how busy you are at work, you can't neglect your body, you know."

Jiang Wenyuan majored in animation and is currently working as an intern at a game company. Due to the special nature of the work, their company needs to work overtime frequently, so other aspects provide adequate employee benefits. The staff dormitory has a uniform standard, and they are all two-person rooms. The person Jiang Wenyuan sleeps with has just resigned, and temporarily enjoys a luxurious single-occupancy noble room.

Aunt Chen's house was a bit far from Jiang Wenyuan's company dormitory. It took nearly two hours to transfer from subway to bus and walk before Jiang Wenyuan returned to the dormitory. Along the way, Jiang Wenyuan didn't stay in a daze, he discovered two things. First, others cannot identify the clown puppet in his arms with the naked eye, and the clown puppet cannot leave traces in mirrors and photos; second, the clown puppet that he feels heavy when he holds it is only 12.6g on a fair scale weight.

The 12.6g of the clown puppet is real, enough to prove that the round table game is not a dream.

After Jiang Wenyuan returned to the dormitory, he turned on the computer immediately.

Chen Mian has a wide range of hobbies, and he is still a small hacker. He used Jiang Wenyuan's computer several times in emergencies. Jiang Wenyuan was not interested in hacking techniques, but he was worried that Chen Mian's dirty work would leave traces and cause damage to important works stored in the computer. He had to learn to use a proxy server for multi-layer springboards and hide IP addresses.

Now, Jiang Wenyuan hides his IP with ease, and enters the forum address given to him by Zhang Chen in the most primitive IE browser.

The registration of the forum is very simple, there are only two required items, the game number and the type of doll.

Jiang Wenyuan remembered these two items clearly, 85955 and the clown puppet.

After clicking confirm, the mouse turned into a chrysanthemum for a long time before popping up a verification dialog box. Jiang Wenyuan nicknamed himself "Mianmian", and used a cute Q-version blue whale as his avatar, and posted on the player forum.

The forum is divided into four sections: popular science area, trading area, information exchange area and irrigation area.

Jiang Wenyuan first clicked on the science popularization area, just browsing the titles was full of dry goods, about the application of dolls, game strategy skills, NPC analysis, etc., there were many posts that Jiang Wenyuan wanted to know urgently. However, what made Jiang Wenyuan hesitate was that these posts were all charged in forum currency, which would cost anywhere from 1,000 to 5,000 yuan when converted into RMB. The fees for these postings are a bit exaggerated, and Jiang Wenyuan can still afford them, but if he pays the fee, someone with a heart can easily find out his real identity through the payment account.

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