Chapter 35: The crying player
The amount of content in Alpha 0.2 was so much that the four players were amazed. After reading the content, He Ao danced with excitement:

“Haha, the dog planner still has a conscience. He adopted some of our suggestions. Finally, we don’t have to chop, hack, and train horses every day.”

Hearing He Ao's excited face, Chu Zhongxing glanced at him dimly. He seemed to hear someone calling him a dog planner.

"Brothers, my electronic impotence is cured!"

Yileimiao patted He Ao and Zhuge Wangye on the shoulders. Although the dog planner did not adopt any of her suggestions this time, this update added rich game content, and she could experience richer gameplay.

For example, construction.

Yi Lei Miao can't wait to buy a piece of land and build a big Yi Manor in Yancheng.

She was tired of having to crawl out of the resurrection pool naked every time she logged in.

People need privacy, too.

"My most beloved planner, you really listen to my advice!"

Among the four, Zhuge Wang was the happiest one, especially when he saw the seventh update content, he wanted to confess his love to the planner of "Bai Jia Zhu Dao".

Well known.

College students are the most idle group of people in the world.

For a college student like him, a resurrection coin in "Bai Jia Zhu Dao" costs 100 yuan, so he dare not die easily in the game.

Among the four, Niu Bu was the least excited.

The update takes up to 48 hours, which means that his job transfer progress will be delayed by 48 hours.

Damn it, I really want to open up my Ren and Du meridians right away, practice both civil and military strategies, and switch my career to become a military strategist!
What is the most important thing in the world.

Some people say that money is everything.

Some people think that love is the only thing.

Some people devote themselves wholeheartedly to their children.

Some people are not good at expressing themselves, but during the Chinese New Year, they will use the money they would have spent on buying skins to buy their mother a set of New Year clothes.

But for Zhu Mingjun, health is the most important thing in the world.

Living is a torture.

But Zhu Mingjun must live on with strength. Only in this way will his mother stop crying all day long, and only in this way will his father have more strength to carry the family forward.

As long as he is still alive, home is still home, even if it is a little broken and poor.

If he were gone
Thinking back to when he first became paraplegic, his mother burst into tears and her hair turned white overnight, and his father, who never smoked, smoked one cigarette after another. Zhu Mingjun felt that he must live and live with a positive and optimistic attitude.

"Mingjun, Mingjun, I have a package for you. It's quite heavy. What did you buy?"

Zhu Mingjun was lying on the bed, playing Honor of Kings with only his head still conscious. Suddenly, his mother pushed open the door of the small bedroom and walked in carrying a cardboard box.

"Express delivery? I didn't buy anything. Could it be a delivery from someone who cares about me?"

Zhu Mingjun squinted slightly and looked at the large cardboard box on the ground, his face full of curiosity.

The carton was about 50cm long, wide and high, with no markings on it. When Zhu Mingjun's mother heard that it was sent by someone who cared about Zhu Mingjun, she smiled and said, "Mingjun, this carton is quite heavy. Can I help you open it? If it's too valuable, you can return it to the owner."

"Although our family is in financial difficulty, we cannot ask for too expensive things from others."

"Okay, Mom, I'll listen to you."

While Zhu Mingjun was operating the King of Glory with his mouth, he squinted his eyes and looked at his mother who was unboxing the box with a little curiosity. Soon, the sound of teammates communicating came from the phone.

"Stupid Ming Shiyin, do you know how to play? Who are you holding the rope for? Do you know how to use your ultimate? Damn, stupid Ming Shiyin, if you don't know how to play, get lost. If you can't do it, just go away." Listening to the insults from his teammates, Zhu Mingjun showed a helpless smile on his face. It is quite difficult to operate the King of Glory with your mouth. Even if he is playing as a support, he is often insulted by his teammates.

"It looks like a helmet, Mingjun. Who gave you a helmet? It's for you to ride a motorcycle."

Zhu Mingjun's mother quickly slapped her mouth gently with her hand. She looked at Zhu Mingjun cautiously, fearing that the words "ride" and "motorcycle" would cause Zhu Mingjun sadness.

Zhu Mingjun didn't take his mother's words to heart. He was also confused: "I don't know, why would you give me a helmet?"

"But this helmet is really nice-looking and looks very technological!"

The helmet is gray and black in color, and has a very strong sense of technology. Zhu Mingjun's mother carefully took out the helmet and placed it next to Zhu Mingjun's bed. She saw a piece of paper under the cardboard box and took it out.

"A helmet specifically designed for the game 'The Hundred Schools of Thought'?"

Zhu Mingjun read out this sentence word by word. Zhu Mingjun, who was admiring the helmet during King of Glory's death time, was suddenly stunned.

The next second, Zhu Mingjun's breathing became rapid: "Mom, what did you just say, mom?"

"A special helmet for the game 'The Hundred Schools of Thought'. These eight words are written on the card."

"The Hundred Schools of Thought, The Hundred Schools of Thought!"

Zhu Mingjun turned his head and stared at the helmet, his eyes full of expectation and hope. His action was too sudden, and Zhu Mingjun's mother was startled:
"Mingjun, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay mom, I'm fine, I might be fine!"

Zhu Mingjun's words were ambiguous. He glanced at King of Glory, said sorry to his teammates countless times in his heart, and then chose to hang up and quit the game.

"Mom, help me put on my helmet."

"Oh well!"

Zhu Mingjun's mother took the helmet and helped Zhu Mingjun put it on. She looked at Zhu Mingjun, who was handsome and elegant wearing the helmet, and tears couldn't help but slide down from the corners of her eyes.

If my son was not paraplegic, many girls would probably like him wearing a helmet and riding a motorcycle.

My son used to like motorcycles very much, but I thought they were too dangerous and didn’t buy one for him.

Now she is willing to buy it, but her son
Zhu Mingjun's mother turned around and wiped her tears quietly, while Zhu Mingjun, wearing a helmet, saw only bright numbers counting down in front of him.

00:01:36.

As the numbers ended, Zhu Mingjun's eyes suddenly went dark, and accompanied by a dizzy feeling as if he was traveling through time, a very simple page appeared in front of him.

"Please enter your game ID. Warning, this game is an oriental fantasy game with a distinction between Chinese and foreign. Please choose your game carefully to avoid any negative impact caused by your name."

Looking at the game prompts, Zhu Mingjun named himself: Zhu Chongsheng.

"The name is chosen successfully, Zhu Chongsheng, welcome to "The Hundred Schools of Thought", and start your new journey."

The scene in front of him slowly took shape. Zhu Mingjun, oh no, Zhu Chong suddenly sat up from the resurrection pool. Unlike other players who stood up immediately to observe the situation around him, he stretched out his hands incredulously and looked left and right.

"Zhu Chongsheng? Good fellow, that's an awesome name of yours. Why don't you call yourself Zhu Chongba? Then we can say that we are Chongba's brothers."

A voice sounded in his ears, and Zhu Chongsheng followed the direction of the voice. When he saw the player [He Ao] talking to him above his head, Zhu Chongsheng subconsciously stood up from the resurrection pool.

"Can I stand up now?"

Zhu Chongsheng looked at his feet, legs and hands in disbelief. After a few seconds, he suddenly hugged He Ao beside him and burst into tears.

"I can stand up, I really stand up!"

(End of this chapter)