Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World - Chapter 390

“Sha Sha Sha…”

The rubbing sound of pencils falling on the workbook played in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

A ray of sunlight passing through the window was reflected on Xiaoya’s flushed cheeks with low eyebrows and nodding, making her look extra serious.

Her mother was sitting next to her, quietly winding a copper wire coil from the factory.

Everything is quiet.

“Ding Ding Ding——”

A burst of cheerful video ringtones interrupted the peace in the room.

Mother put down the unwound coil, opened the Internet video, and the crow’s feet in the corner of her eye began to unfold sincerely.

“Beep–”

However, when the video was connected, the smiling mother suddenly covered her mouth, and her eyes suddenly became red.

“What’s the matter? Ah? What’s wrong with you? Why is it all blood? What happened?”

The rustle of friction stopped.

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Xiaoya stopped the pen and looked over.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I, I thought I would never see you again, don’t worry, it’s all right, the Internet of Life has saved me…”

In the video, a man covered in blood looks at his wife for the rest of his life. His expression seems to be smiling and crying.

The voice couldn’t stop shaking.

Behind him, several steam locomotives can be vaguely seen stacked on top of each other, the floor is covered with debris, and the scene is full of smoke.

“There was… a car accident?” Xiaoya’s mother reacted, her expression nervous.

Xiaoya’s father gave an “um” and nodded: “Don’t worry about me, it’s okay, just tell you that I’m safe, the Chamber of Commerce will send someone to pick me up, and I’ll go home soon.”

Xiaoya’s mother nodded repeatedly: “It’s fine if it’s okay, it’s okay if it’s okay.”

Hanging up the video, Xiaoya walked over with a long questioning expression: “Mom, did Dad have a car accident?”

Mother nodded, and suddenly hugged her, and started crying loudly.

Xiaoya has never seen her mother cry so hard.

She stood there stiffly, hugged her mother with her arms and legs helplessly, and she didn’t know how to say a word of comfort with her awkward mouth.

It was not until an hour later that she saw the news report that she knew why her mother was crying so hard.

At nine o’clock this morning, a major traffic accident occurred in the newly opened Weiwei Underground Corridor. Eight cars were damaged to varying degrees.

However, this traffic accident did not cause any deaths due to the timely activation of the life insurance by the injured driver.

A video was inserted in the news.

The video was shot by a passing driver. From the video, it can be seen that seven or eight steam cars collided and stacked on top of each other, billowing black smoke.

The two-way six-lane lanes are covered with auto parts and even goods.

The scene was in chaos.

Countless passing drivers rushed up to rescue people.

Fortunately, there was also a magician on the scene, manipulating the hand of the wizard, tearing apart the deformed car, and pulling out a wounded person.

Xiaoya looked back and forth several times before reluctantly finding her father from the clothes.

The moment Xiaoya recognized her father, Xiaoya’s scalp was numb.

In the video, the father’s face is bloody, his clothes are in tatters, and his arms are unnaturally twisted when taken by the hand of the wizard, which is extremely shocking.

No wonder my mother will cry!

It turned out that she almost… lost her father.

“Thank you, the great internet god, thank you! Thank you!”

The mother, who was also watching the news, couldn’t help but redden her eyes again. She clasped her fists and pressed her chin with a pious expression of thanks.

Xiao Ya silently watched her mother’s prayer, and for the first time realized that this is what the teacher said that God loves the world.

At three o’clock in the afternoon, my father sent a video again. He has successfully returned to Willis City. With the help of a physician from the Chamber of Commerce, he has dug out the fragments in his body.

Expect to go home tomorrow.

This gave Xiaoya’s mother and daughter a long sigh of relief.

At night, Xiaoya ghostly boarded the Internet Q&A and wrote in the search box: “I want to thank the God of the Internet. How can I contact him?”

After pressing the OK virtual key, the page jumped, and a series of similar questions came up.

Most of them are how to meet the gods.

Xiaoya searched one by one, and soon she saw a similar question.

[Internet Medical cures my eye disease. I am very grateful to the God of the Internet, but the God of the Internet does not have a church. How can I thank the God of the Internet? Thank you! 】

There are not many people who answered this question, and only seven or eight were counted carefully.

Gao Zan is a trembling answer: “Using the Internet is the greatest gratitude to the **** of the Internet.”

This answer obviously cannot satisfy Xiaoya.

She turned it down again, and turned to the last one to answer the truth.

“Theoretically, you can express gratitude to the God of the Internet in the “Internet Mailbox” through the political-civil interaction page of the official website of Kerviel! However, the God of the Internet has everything to do with it. It is hard to say whether he can read your messages. According to the gossip, this mailbox has been managed by his slave god.”

This answer made Xiaoya’s eyes bright.

She hurriedly jumped to the official website of Kerviel, and found the interconnected mailbox in the tedious interface.

She clicked the mailbox full of excitement, looked at the flashing letter paper, and was about to concentrate on writing a thank-you letter.

She slapped her forehead, quickly turned over and got out of bed, found the schoolbag, pulled out the Chinese textbook from it, found a letter article, looked at the standard letter format, and then wrote it carefully after imitating it.

“Hello, great internet god, my name is Polya, everyone calls me Xiaoya…”

This writing is two hours.

This thank-you letter almost took out the ink in her belly.

Because of the girl’s sensitivity and premature wisdom, she revised some words over and over again and again, until she was sure that there was nothing wrong, then read them through twice and sent them.

At that time, the thank-you letter was sent out. She was a little excited, a little ashamed, and a little embarrassed, and buried her head in the pillow.

After a while, she was relieved and thought: “The God of the Internet is so busy, I must not see her letters.”

Thinking of this, the shame in her heart dissipated a little, and then she still wandered around the forum in the middle of the night, before she fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, she woke up early.

The first thing is to log on to the official website of Kervell to see if the Internet God has responded.

As a result, it is obvious that the great Internet God did not reply to his humble people.

This makes Xiaoya a little bit disappointed.

However, she has long been able to get answers from the Internet Q&A community and various forums, so it is not surprising that she has prepared herself.

In fact, this little loss was quickly dissipated by the joy of his father’s return.

At 11 o’clock in the morning, my father returned home.

Many relatives and friends came to the house too. Everyone at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com surrounded his father, looking up and down, exclaiming.

My father was like a different person. He talked a lot and talked about the details of the accident. Everyone was sighed.

Xiaoya sat next to her father, listening to the conversations of the adults, and she was no longer as boring as she used to be.

“Excuse me, is this Ms. Polya’s house?”

While everyone was talking, there was an inquiring sound suddenly in front of the door.

Everyone stretched out their heads and looked at them, their complexions suddenly changed, one by one couldn’t sit still anymore, and stood up in fear.

——I saw a group of people at the gate of the courtyard surrounded by a red-robed magister who was a symbol of power and status.

Look carefully, everyone around this red-robed magister is also a great Scott, for example, Lord Scott’s mansion.

Xiaoya’s father bowed his waist and greeted him anxiously.

Xiaoya hid behind her mother in fear, wondering why so many big people came to the house.

Father chatted with these people without a word, and suddenly looked at her together.

This makes Xiaoya’s face white.

Father came over and said in disbelief: “Xiaoya, you, did you write to the great Internet God?”

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