The Real World 1

She was finally back! Wen Nannan let out a sigh of relief. It was now drizzling outside, which made her reflexively hold her breath. The after-effects of the game were too severe.

Wen Nannan remembered the last two minutes of the game. Even the top-level acid-proof room hadn't been able to hold on. It was hard to imagine, if there were any other survivors, where would they hide?

Players could log out of the game, but what about the NPCs in the game itself? Wen Nannan thought for a moment, and then clicked her tongue. The NPCs inside had been too realistic, and it was difficult for people not to put in some emotion.

Wen Nannan sat for a while, and then sat up. Squatting at the head of her bed, she took out all of the cola, lemon soda, and orange juice that she had secretly stashed.