A Serious Person Who Writes A Diary - CH 11

Translator: Nacchi

Boss Atmosphere

The digital boss did what he could do after he finished brushing the gifts that did not move. He returned when there was movement. He suddenly screamed, and then the game character began to whirl around on the screen “Ghost! Old Xia! Help! …”

Wen Xia moved the angle of view, and the game character illuminated the room with a flashlight,

“Don’t shout, don’t shout, I haven’t seen it.”

[ Come back: Wu. ]

[ Grass: don’t be so shy, I’m scared. ]

[ Who is the priest, you two, hey! ]

[ Going to the haunted house with Xia Xia must feel safe. ]

[ Who remembers the last time Xia Xia and his friend went to vlog to play escape room? I laughed so hard. ]

Wen Xia was not a person who loved to shoot vlogs. He usually appeared in other people’s vlogs. For example, Zou Boyan liked to shoot vlogs very much, and he had to take a shot to record his life wherever he went.

Zou Boyan opened his own escape room store. Last time Wen Xia was taken by him to experience the new theme in his store, it turned out that he was stumped by the puzzles, and it was him who was so scared that he was running around…

Xia Wen was speechless, and began to wonder what he was, and how he was surrounded by such timid people.

He didn’t have the role of a priest so he proceeded to do the task of an ordinary person. He didn’t have to do anything but the atmosphere was great.

Wen Xia said the most words, “Go away, you got the bible, you go!”

[ Come back: I don’t want to wu wu wu, Xia Xia protect me! ]

Every time, Wen Xia would see a few eye-catching lines of ‘5140005 gifts…’ brushed out in the barrage. The boss would not interrupt the SC today, but the boss would brush gifts today, starting with ten. He had a lot of money and he was throwing gifts for fun.

[ T/N – SC means Super Chat. ]

What a black sheep.

[ The boss atmosphere! Today is so fierce. ]

[ The presents make me dazzled, why didn’t you send SC today? ]

[ Is there a count? I’m curious how much the boss spent today. ]

[ Is he in a good mood or a bad mood? More than not sending SC, he never said a word. ]

[ Xia Xia, there is something flashing on the shelf on the left! ]

……

Inexplicably, Wen Xia felt that the mood of the digital boss… was not good?

Well, although the big boss seldom talked and it seemed normal for him not to talk now, he felt that he was not in a good mood. He didn’t know where his emotional perception came from.

Stepping back and stumbling to end this game, the turtle god who used to carry a gun to shoot one champion after another in PUBG, was now scared by the little ghosts so much that his voice was shivering.

After the game ended, he claimed that he needed to slow down. Slowly, he let Wen Xia choose the next map.

After hearing Wen Xia ‘tsk,’ “Are you still playing? You are obsessed with being a scaredy cat, aren’t you?”

Turtle god gritted his teeth, “Play! I don’t believe that a little horror game can still scare me.”

[ He is lying again. ]

[ Xia Xia chooses the scariest one! ]

[ The picture selected is the Soul Village, who knows who plays it. ]

[ The grass at the tomb head in the last Wanling Village is now two meters high. ]

Wen Xia looked at the barrage and deliberately said, “They let me choose Soul Village.”

[ Come back: ? ]

[ Come back: Don’t… ]

At this time, an SC suddenly jumped out,

[ I want to see Soul Village. ]

[ ! ! ! The boss has spoken! ]

[ Ohhhhhhhh good, Soul Village! ]

[Soul, Soul, it’s going to be Soul Village! ]

The one who sent SC is not someone else, it was the big digital boss.

Wen Xia couldn’t help but say, “What’s the matter with you? I haven’t mentioned Xuan Ling Village yet. You want to see?”

[ 5140005 Free blue whale model x5 ]

[ 5140005: Want to see. ]

The screen was flooded with gifts

Wen Xia was suffocated, and finally he was discouraged, “Yes, it’s the boss who paid the money. Boss, please look forward to it.”

He suddenly panicked when he turned around and said, “What?” What picture do you want to choose, Lao Xia? I just saw that the audience in my studio said you want to choose Soul Village?”

Wen Xia: “That’s right.”

He turned back with tearful eyes and said, “No — do you want to see me die?”

It was a pity that Wen Xia couldn’t see it, so he sighed sadly, “No way, he gave too much.”

After speaking, the big boss threw out the third SC tonight, [ Is it too much? ]

[ What! What kind of speech is this? ]

[ F**k, Does the boss means that the money he gave is not even enough for the gap in his teeth? ]

Wen Xia couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad forgetting about the time Lin Feng Qi’s promised monthly salary of 200,000 yuan, was only released at the end of each month.

But he didn’t live broadcast every day, maybe only two or three times a week.

The picture of Soul Village was released a week ago. After playing, the pioneer team immediately wrote a post on how to play. The last sentence summed up, ‘Do not go near Soul Village, you will become miserable.’

Wen Xia wandered back and forth in the Soul Village with squeaky screams. Soul Village was a map of the village with a Chinese background. Western identities such as priests had become Taoists and psychics after localization.

There was even an identity that is very consistent with the core values of socialism — the people’s police!

But this was a hidden identity. The official game company had not announced the probability. Only the pioneer team had conducted a lot of repeated experiments and concluded that the probability of getting it was about 0.5%.

Not everyone could be it right away.

In this game, Wen Xia and Tutle God had average luck. Both of them were ordinary people. The journey could be said to be thrilling and exciting. But he cooperation between two people could sometimes make the situation chaotic.

It took nearly two hours for the two to pass Soul Village.

Wen Xia glanced at the time, “I’m not playing anymore, I am going to end the broadcast.”

Turtle god felt that he was granted pardon, never once did he happily send him off like today, “Go go, you go to bed.”

[ 5410005: Good night. ]

This was the fourth SC of the big boss tonight.

Wen Xia didn’t know whether he was replying to him or to Turtle god, or the audience in the live broadcast room said, “Good night, good night.”

He closed the live broadcast room. Wen Dage had already curled up on the bed into a fluffy white dumpling, sleeping unconsciously.

He leaned over and rubbed the kitty’s soft hair, got up and was about to wash, when the door of the room was knocked.

He thought to himself, could it be that the voice he had used to live broadcast was a bit loud and Lin Feng Qi could hear it? Thinking about it, he opened the door, but what he saw was a familiar little robot.

The bottom of the small robot was equipped with a roller belt. After the door opened, it came to his room without any explanation, “Detected that the door is open, go back to the room to sleep.”

Wen Xia watched the little robot hit his bed and the sound awakened Wen Dage. It made a mechanical and foolish voice, “I hit a tree, I hit a tree.”

“You hit a pig.”

He bent over and picked up the stupid thing, and knocked on Lin Feng Qi’s door, “Did you leave this outside?”

Lin Feng Qi looked at the little robot in his arms, somehow silent.

Wen Xia put it on the ground. This silly thing was quiet now, staying on the spot, only the parts of the eyes flashing blue light, as if blinking.

“Excuse me, good night.” Wen Xia said these words politely and returned to his room.

Lin Feng Qi glanced at the robot at his feet, and silently closed the door.

He knelt down, took out the remote control from his arms, and pressed a button.

A small drawer popped out of the little robot’s belly, with a key lying in it, which was the key to the house.

The little robot suddenly made a mechanical sound, “Mission failed, mission failed.”

Lin Feng Qi picked up the key and lowered his eyes.

Ah Mo seemed to have sensed the frustration of his master. He walked over and sat down beside him, nudging him with his nose.

“…How can they have such a good relationship,” He said dully, “I give him a lot, doesn’t he like it?”

[ T/N – Awwww I can feel his pain but I wish he could say his feelings verbally. ]