MMB Chapter 181 Like a Different World
Chapter 181 Like a Different World
It was so hot at midday. When Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing came back from outside, they felt like they had been roasted by the sun for about three minutes.
Song Huan had just sat down on the sofa, and before she could even turn on the air conditioner, the doorbell rang.
"I'll go take a look."
Xiao Yunqing ran to open the door, where the computer shop owner was standing. He had changed his polo shirt, and it was still striped.
He glanced inside, then waved behind him. Two workers carried in cardboard boxes, each printed with various logos, which were stacked on the ground in a small pile.
"Where should I put it?" The boss glanced around the living room.
Song Huan thought about it and realized that this computer wasn't just for her own use; Song Wentao also needed it for work.
He pointed to the corner of the living room, a spot by the window where the light was good and it was close to the electrical outlet.
The workers moved the cardboard boxes over, unpacked them, laid the stitching, and screwed them in.
They worked quickly, and the computer was up and running in no time. The case was black, the monitor had a silver trim, and the keyboard and mouse were on the table.
Song Huan walked over, pressed the power button, the fan started spinning, and the screen lit up.
He tried again, opening and closing a few web pages, and it worked fine.
He took the money out of his pocket, counted it, and handed it to the shopkeeper.
The boss took the money, counted it, stuffed it into his bag, and left with the workers.
The door closed.
Song Huan pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the computer.
Xiao Yunqing pulled up a chair, placed it next to him, and sat down.
The chairs were so close that their elbows almost touched.
She moved closer to the screen, since the screen was only so big, and you had to get closer to see it clearly.
She leaned closer, her hair brushing against his shoulder.
Her breath brushed against his cheek, warm and ticklish.
Song Huan opened her browser and entered the Taobao website address.
A page popped up, and he entered his account and password to log in.
The shop is called "Huanhuan's Little Shop," and it was created during the summer vacation after my third year of junior high school.
The profile picture is still the same, a pink rabbit, which Xiao Yunqing chose.
He didn't abandon this account; he continued to use it. On weekends when he had nothing to do, he would go to the nearby internet cafe.
But now that we have computers, we don't need to go to internet cafes anymore; we can play games at home openly.
The shop displays several items: game equipment, QQ numbers, and download services.
Not many, but someone buys them every few days.
He occasionally goes to internet cafes on weekends to play a couple of games, and sells any loot he gets online to earn some pocket money.
Not much, but enough.
"Want to play games again?" Song Huan turned to look at her.
Xiao Yunqing's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice. "The same as before?"
Song Huan nodded.
Xiao Yunqing's lips curled up, unable to be suppressed.
"think."
Song Huan smiled and turned back.
Before downloading the game, I opened the domain registration page first.
2006 was a bumper year for domain name squatting.
It has become another popular investment area after stocks and real estate.
He remembered that in his previous life there was a domain name called "Thousand-Hand Guanyin" that was sold for 50,000 yuan.
He entered the information one by one, checked, and found that registration was still possible, so he clicked on it and filled in the information.
I came up with a few, all of which are easy to remember, short, and use pinyin.
After registering, I listed each item in my shop, priced at over five thousand.
Xiao Yunqing watched from the side, confused yet curious, "What is this?"
"Domain name." Song Huan pointed to the screen, "It's the address of a website. Easy-to-remember domain names are valuable; someone will buy them."
Xiao Yunqing tilted her head, looked at it for a while, and asked in disbelief, "Will anyone really buy it?"
Song Huan shrugged. "Just wait and see."
The game is downloaded.
Song Huan double-clicked the icon, the screen went black and then lit up again.
The login screen for Fantasy Westward Journey pops up, featuring a landscape painting of immortals and the tinkling of music.
Xiao Yunqing moved her chair forward, placed her hand on the table, and tapped a few keys on the keyboard.
Log in.
The ID is still "Huanhuan's older sister".
The character is still the same scholar, wearing a long robe and a square scarf, standing where he logged off last time.
Xiao Yunqing held the mouse and clicked a few times, and the character moved two steps on the screen.
It was crooked and wobbly, like someone who was drunk.
She frowned, then tapped it a few more times, and this time it worked.
Fingers tapped on the keyboard, skills were unleashed one after another, and the monster's health bar dropped rapidly.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair and looked at her.
Her fair fingers clattered across the keyboard, like she was playing the piano.
His big eyes were fixed on the screen, not blinking.
The keyboard clattered softly, but the sound was dense, like raindrops hitting a sheet of metal.
Song Huan leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed.
The sound gradually faded into the distance, as if separated by a layer of water.
His consciousness sank, then stopped halfway down.
He was sitting in an internet cafe.
The lights were dim and the air was thick with smoke.
The game Fantasy Westward Journey is playing on the screen, and the character is standing in the dungeon, waiting for him to control the game.
There was a person standing next to him, with his hair in a ponytail, wearing a school uniform, and his hands on his hips.
She stared at the screen, then at him.
"Song Huan, what's the use of being good at games? What will you do if you don't get into university?!"
The sound was crisp and clear, and it bounced once in the internet cafe.
Someone nearby turned to look at her, but she didn't care.
"What's it to you!" the boy retorted rudely, his voice cold and sharp like a thorn. "If you have good grades, go to university!"
"Song Huan!" The girl's face was full of anger. Without saying a word, she reached out, grabbed his ear, and pulled him away.
"I have to keep an eye on you for Aunt Zhang!"
Song Huan suddenly opened her eyes.
The ceiling light was on.
The sofa still retained the warmth of the afternoon, but it was cooled down by the air conditioner.
He sat up, glanced out the window. It was getting dark, and orange light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the floor.
Xiao Yunqing sat in front of the computer, the light from the screen shining on her face.
She was still typing, her fingers tapping on the keyboard, the mouse clicking away.
His brows were furrowed and his lips were slightly pouting, just like when he was a kid playing games in an internet cafe.
He walked over, stood behind her, and watched for a while.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Xiao Yunqing looked up, was stunned to find him awake, and then looked anxious.
"There's a level I can't get past, can you help me beat it?"
Song Huan yawned. "Then get up."
Xiao Yunqing quickly stood up and gave him her seat.
Song Huan pulled out her chair and sat down.
The stool was still warm, retaining her warmth.
He placed his hands on the keyboard.
"Watch closely, I'll only teach you once." His tone was casual, as if he were talking about something trivial.
Xiao Yunqing stood next to him, bent over, her eyes fixed on the screen.
Her profile was illuminated by the screen light, appearing white, with the shadow of her eyelashes falling on a small patch of her cheekbone.
Song Huan tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and the character started moving on the screen, unleashing skills one after another in a smooth combo, causing the monster's health bar to drop rapidly.
He looked away from the screen and glanced at her, just once.
She didn't notice, staring at the screen, her mouth slightly open, her breathing very light.
He looked away.
On the screen, the last monster fell.
He released the keyboard, leaned back in his chair, and said, "That's enough."
Xiao Yunqing clapped her hands, laughed, and her eyes curved into crescent moons.
"Amazing!"
She sat down and continued playing.
The keyboard started clattering again.
Song Huan stood to the side and watched for a while.
It was dark outside the window, the streetlights were on, and the orange light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on a small patch of the floor.
He turned and walked to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, brought it back, and placed it beside her.
She didn't notice; she was still hitting.