Chapter 65 - Club President Jin (1/2)

It was naturally Schuck who called him.

After half an hour, the seven of them gathered inside the cold drink bar.

On the black gla.s.s table inside the panda booth, there were Red Bull, beer, fresh seasonal juice, and two kinds of soft bean curd.

Of course, there were youtiaos.

Everyone drank beer and ate youtiao, and although it tasted somewhat strange, no one cared. Everyone scrolled through the forums on their phones while they ate. Looking at the discussions on F6, everyone felt elated to the degree of when Zhu Bajie[1] ate a ginseng fruit[2].

Logically, there wasn’t much significance being the first to establish a guild in game.

However, it was different this time. There was a great sense of honor in being the first players’ guild in the first immersive game in the world. Apart from the attention of the five hundred thousand players in the game, there were also many organizations throughout the world, as well as gaming enthusiasts, who paid close attention to this game.

State organizations and forces wanted to know what the theory behind these kinds of immersive games was.

On the other hand, players simply wanted to freely play this game that surpa.s.sed its era—the game that was the first of its kind.

Around the world, its popularity was extremely high.

Not to mention on Weibo, Zhihu, and places of that sort, the game’s popularity there never tumbled out of the top three.

Moreover, some time ago, Fan Six Hundred Million[3] attempted to return to the entertainment industry. She posted on Weibo that she spent over a million to buy an immersive cabin, and she also said that she would upload her own gaming videos from time to time. This indeed generated a good deal of traffic. Not only did Fan Six Hundred Million receive a lot of attention, but the World of Falan also attracted a lot of entertainment industry fans who didn’t follow games.

Soon after, a certain billionaire’s son, Princ.i.p.al Huang[4] also posted a photo of his own immersive cabin, and at the same time, he called out Fan Six Hundred Million: “With that little IQ of yours, if no one helps you, you’ll probably end up being tricked and sold off at the slave market. A smart person like me spent over one million to buy a full set of magic equipment, yet I’m still only level two—you need IQ to level up in this game.”

However, soon after, Fan Six Hundred Million released a gaming video. She used the dancer cla.s.s in this game, and she was already level three.

She embarra.s.sed him right away.

And then, a hush fell in the comments section of Princ.i.p.al Huang’s Weibo. In an hour’s time, there were over thirty thousand comments ridiculing Princ.i.p.al Huang’s 250 IQ points[5].

This made Princ.i.p.al Huang turn off the Weibo comments section for an entire week.

Fan and Huang’s combined effort directly pushed the popularity of the World of Falan to an even higher degree.

The members of F6 and Betta scrolled through the forums while drinking sweet and savory tofu curd. They were all in good spirits. Suddenly, Raffel turned over his phone and waved it at Schuck. Pleasantly surprised, he said, “Fan Six Hundred Million @ you, she said she wants to join F6.”

For all the players who entered the game, their names would be bound to the game’s forum.

Fan Six Hundred Million’s forum account had been authenticated: not only did it have her personal portrait, but her name was also in gold, typically symbolic of wealth.

Below this thread, there were a bunch of people who spammed that they ate lemons[6], and some people even spammed incomprehensible things like how they also wanted to “become a member of the cavalry squad.”[7].

Everyone soon found this thread. It was too easy to find, being pinned to the first page, and it even had a popular thread label.

Then, they all looked at Schuck.

Under the gentle lighting, Schuck, who had a flattop haircut, smiled and said, “Not adding her. Not even Betta can become a core member, what gives her the right!?”

There is an old saying on the internet: a flattop haircut is the only standard to examine whether someone was truly handsome. Even with a flattop, Schuck was still handsome to the point where females didn’t dare to look straight at him. If he had long hair and tied it into a ponytail like the scholars in the old days, he could easily turn a straight person gay. The majority of teen male idols didn’t stand a chance in a fight against him.

Regarding Schuck’s words, no one found this strange.

If it were them, they might give in because of Fan Six Hundred Million’s attractiveness, whereas Schuck… they’d never seen him show any affection for women other than those in his own family.

Roland and Schuck’s relations.h.i.+p was the closest, so Roland jested, “You’re so handsome, you might be able to get on intimate terms with her.”

“What a joke, I look better in women’s clothing than she does,” Schuck sneered.

Everyone extended their middle fingers at the same time.

Roland narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe it. If you have the guts, try on women’s clothing!”

Schuck was somewhat tipsy, he suddenly slapped the table and roared, “It’s just one time…”

Soon after, he immediately came back to his senses. “Dang, you actually tried to set me up.”