Chapter 45 (2/2)
According to Tom’s imagination, Mike should have been lying in his room for the whole day.
Tom did not come to disturb Mike during the day and only came at night because of this reason.
He thought that Mike did not log into the game, but unexpectedly, Mike said, “I’m logged in. It’s developing quite well. How about you?”
Tom was not expecting this reaction.
Seeing that his good friend was fine, Tom was finally happy and immediately became a chatterbox.
“Oh, don’t mention it. I’ve died several times today. Second World is too difficult.
“But this game is really fun. It’s just as our teacher said. It’s very realistic!
“I also saw a female NPC changing her clothes in a residential area today. How exciting!”
When Mike heard this, he was slightly stunned.
Because he remembered that in his previous life, Tom had chosen the dwarves…
“Well… What race did you choose?” Mike asked experimentally.
“The Dwarves.” Tom stuffed a french fry into his mouth and answered naturally.
The corner of Mike’s eyes twitched twice.
This good friend of his, his taste was too strong.
He even watched the dwarves change their clothes?
“Alright, let’s not talk about me anymore. Let’s talk about you. How was your harvest today?”
Seeing that his friend seemed to be in a good mood, Tom concluded that Mike should be doing quite well in the game.
Who knew that Mike would say something that made no sense.
“Well, the harvest was quite good.
“I obtained a golden legendary quality weapon.”
Mike said indifferently while drinking his cola.
Tom squinted his small eyes at Mike and teased,
“Good brother, this is your fault.
“I treated you as a good brother, and you actually lied to me?”
Obviously, he did not believe Mike’s words.
Mike smiled slightly and said nothing.
No one would believe such words, it was very normal.
Moreover, in Tom’s eyes, Mike had activated a D-grade talent.
How could a D-grade talent obtain a golden weapon so easily?
Hearing no response from Mike, Tom changed the topic and said,
“Oh right, have you heard? There is a student from our batch who seems to have activated an incredible talent.”
Mike raised his eyebrows and asked, “Who is it?”
Tom looked around, inched his body in front of Mike, and said in a low voice,
“God Slayer!”
Hearing this, Mike’s expression became strange.
“The God Slayer you are talking about is me.”
This sentence was an explosive piece of news, but it came out of Mike’s mouth with incomparable tranquillity.
Little Fat Tom’s eyes went wide.