Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 112

At around five o'clock, the players got up one after another. For the first time in the game world, they had a good sleep without interruption and unpredictable dangers. Each of them looked as radiant as if they had gone to a beauty spa.

Breakfast has been prepared downstairs, including Western-style toast, sandwiches, fried eggs, milk, juice, and Chinese-style steamed buns, steamed dumplings, noodles, porridge, fried dough sticks, soy milk, etc. They all look freshly made and hot.

Qingchuan just sat there eating breakfast, breaking a piece of bread for the owl from time to time.

"Sister, didn't you sleep all night?"

"Well, I can't sleep." Qingchuan reached out and pressed his forehead. He was pale and weak. Today he was also a shy little white flower that couldn't stand the breeze.

He had been making clay figurines all night, and his arms were so sore that he could hardly lift them. This breakfast was made by the kitchen knife who aspired to be a chef. The little flamingo also breathed fire all night, and now it couldn't bear to go back to the crater to sleep.

"Good morning." Everyone took the initiative to greet Qingchuan, with a very respectful attitude, just like the scumbag who met the class teacher. Bosses, especially those who play escape games as a vacation, are always particularly respected.

Everyone picked up their favorite breakfast, found a seat and sat down, eating breakfast with satisfaction.

Although they seem to have no need to eat, drink or have diarrhea after coming here, eating, in addition to replenishing energy, is more often to relax the body and mind and enjoy life. It's for the real sense of being 'alive'.

The longer I stay here, the more I feel like I am out of touch with my human identity. I can't help but feel panic: Can they really go back?

What supports them to continue on is their family and friends in the real world that they cannot forget, as well as their inner unwillingness.

"With your strength, you should be able to leave here long ago, right? I heard that the highest score may get a pass back to the real world." The curly-haired young man asked while biting a fried dough stick.

There was obvious fascination in his eyes. A beautiful, charming, powerful and mysterious person of the opposite sex is very attractive to many men. It's just that he also has some self-awareness. It's precisely because the gap is so big that he doesn't dare to act rashly.

"Well, there are some rare creatures here. I want to know more about them. It would be better if I could take them back." Qingchuan said.

Everyone thought he was talking about some magical animals like owls. Although they didn't understand it, they showed their respect.

"Are you similar to a Taoist priest or an exorcist in reality?" Curly Hair asked again.

"No, I'm a trainee preparing to debut."

"Eh? Did you mean trainee or intern?" Curly Mao suspected that he heard wrongly. How could he just hear the word "trainee" from the boss's mouth? He must have been asleep. Although the boss is indeed beautiful, but... how is it possible?

"No, he is an idol trainee, the kind where a group of people chase after him and call him "Oppa" or "Goddess". But it's probably like fast food, he will be eliminated by the next wave soon. Maybe he will have to find a job again after he returns. . Ah, facial expression control is really a very realistic and affectionate creature."

Qingchuan held his face in his hands, filled with the melancholy of "a beautiful lady is in a mirror, a flower is in a mirror, and a tree is in a flower". I have to say that people are beautiful because they take advantage, and such a pretentious gesture looks so good.