Dragon Raja's Number One Player

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Lin Zhiying ordered the cheapest drink at the coffee shop across the street and sat by the window. He was determined not to let capitalism make an extra penny off him.

However, when he saw the bill, he realized he had been tricked by capitalism; the bill even included a five-game-coin tip.

The problem is that he did everything himself, from choosing a seat to getting his coffee from the machine. Where is the service?

It can't be a tip for the machine, can it?

With such a chaotic mood, Lin Zhiying took a sip of coffee. She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but the coffee tasted particularly bitter.

Fortunately, through the window, he saw that the black homeless man from before was still curled up there.

The homeless man's seemingly precognitive behavior reminded him of a "miraculous encounter" he had heard about on a forum in his previous life.

A player posted on a forum that he encountered a mysterious NPC.

The player in the post said that he was doing a quest at the time, but because he liked to skip the story, he ignored the quest prompts and didn't know what to do next.

According to the player in the post, he gave the homeless man some money out of kindness, and after thanking him, the homeless man pointed him in a direction.

On a whim, the player walked in that direction and discovered that the quest location really was there.

Several other players commented below this post, saying they had encountered the same situation.

At that time, it was already version 2.0, and the location of these players was undoubtedly in their current city, Chicago.

Therefore, Lin Zhiying had reason to suspect that the black homeless man in front of her was the special NPC described in the post.

The story doesn't end here.

After this player posted the message, many people tried to find the mysterious homeless man again, but they couldn't.

If it weren't for the large number of eyewitnesses, many would suspect it was a staged hoax.

Lin Zhiying kept staring at him, and he actually noticed something unusual.

Homeless people can be divided into several categories. Those who are dirty and mutter to themselves are often the ones who have been homeless for a long time.

Those clothes that looked relatively clean, and even had signs of being ironed and washed, were clearly new additions to this family.

The problem lies here: Lin Zhiying noticed that the people gathered around the black homeless man were all homeless people who looked relatively clean.

Normally, this shouldn't be the case. Given his disabled appearance, people should avoid him.

However, the reality was quite the opposite, and Lin Zhiying had a guess in his mind.

Seek advantage and avoid harm.

This is an instinct developed since human evolution. Sometimes instinct can react faster than you can, just like the instinctive fear one feels when seeing a long, thin object.

Perhaps they felt safe with the black homeless.

If it were just that, it could be a coincidence, but considering his previous prophetic abilities, Lin Zhiying felt it must be him.

He glanced down at the time; a full hour had passed since then.

Lin Zhiying got up, crossed the road, and walked to the black homeless man. He raised his gray eyes and looked in Lin Zhiying's direction, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.

The next moment, Lin Zhiying threw 100 yuan worth of game coins into the bowl in front of him, and then immediately turned around and left.

Just kidding, slow down a bit, or you'll take my coffee away.

Back at the coffee shop, Lin Zhiying saw that his coffee was still there and breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say, this is also a benefit of experiencing poor service.

He waited quietly there for the next hour.

If you can answer a question by giving money once, wouldn't you be able to accumulate the money by giving it multiple times?

Lin Zhiying truly felt like a genius; before this, he absolutely could not have spoken a single word to a black homeless man.

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Inside a Chicago train station.

Lu Mingfei walked in alone, pulling a bulging suitcase.

"Durian Fire" has already gone to Kassel College ahead of time, but as instructed, he has filled his suitcase with snacks.

So much so that when I went through customs, they thought I was smuggling, but thankfully I wasn't detained in the end.

It was getting dark outside. I had just asked the train attendant, but he said there was no such thing as a "CC1000 Express" at the station.

If "Durian Fire" hadn't explicitly told him that it existed, Lu Mingfei would have suspected that he had been scammed.

I might be sent to some remote southern farm, and as soon as I get off the bus, I'll see a black man in a cotton field grinning at me.

A group of people enthusiastically offered him watermelon, saying, "Hurry up and eat, or this whole cotton field will be yours in a minute."

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei suddenly shuddered, feeling someone pat his shoulder.

No, it really is coming, isn't it?

Lu Mingfei mustered his courage and turned around, only to find that the person standing behind him was actually his classmate Su Xiaoqiang.

"What's wrong? You look so lost and disoriented."

Su Xiaoqiang was also startled by his strong reaction.

Compared to Lu Mingfei, her suitcase was much smaller, and she only brought some necessities; she could buy the rest when she arrived at her destination.

Lu Mingfei then remembered that Su Xiaoqiang had also passed the interview at Kassel College.

"Hello there."

Instead of the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, Lu Mingfei felt awkward and forced out a single sentence as a greeting.

He fled to the platform and plopped down on a seat.

"Aww."

The shout startled him.

Su Xiaoqiang walked over and saw a person emerge from under the newspapers spread on the bench.

With blond hair and blue eyes, his hair looked like it had been styled for a long time, tangled in a knot, and his eyes lit up instantly when he saw Su Xiaoqiang.

"Junior sister."

As Fingel spoke, he tried to get close to Su Xiaoqiang.

Su Xiaoqiang instinctively stretched out a foot and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

"That leg...it's powerful!"

Fingel slowly knelt down as he spoke.

A moment later, when Fingel also took out his "CC1000" ticket, the two of them believed that he was their senior.

"Senior, when do the academy's shuttle buses usually return?"

Lu Mingfei then asked the question that concerned him most.

"That's hard to say. If you're at B or A level, you'll probably be very punctual. But if you're at D level, well..."

Fingel spoke with a chilling laugh.

"So, what level are you at, senior?"

Su Xiaoqiang asked with some curiosity, eager to know everything about Kassel College.

"beep."

A notification sound rang out, and a black train slowly pulled into the station.

"Wait, why so early today?"

Fingel muttered to himself, "It's two hours earlier than the normal departure time now."

The carriage door slowly opened, and Lu Mingfei saw a simple-looking attendant carrying an oil lamp walk out. He immediately spotted Fingel.

"Hey, Fingel, you haven't dropped out yet? Shouldn't you be at E-rank this year?"

"Level E," Lu Mingfei scratched his head and looked at the back of his ticket, where the letters were drawn in an arc like a water snake's waist: "Level S."

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Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly walked out of the coffee shop. He calculated that the whole process would not take more than 3 minutes.

He skillfully walked up to the homeless man and tossed him 100 game coins.

He had done this job four times before, which means that including this time, he had been waiting here for five hours.

But this time was different; as Lin Zhiying was about to leave, her ankle was grabbed.

"Sir, you have already given me more than enough."

Is there anything I can do to help you?

The Black homeless man spoke in fluent Chinese.

Is that enough?

Is this the time limit?

Lin Zhiying felt no surprise at triggering the "adventure event," but instead looked disappointed, as he had only stacked it five times.

"Are there any parts of your life that you feel lost about?"

The black homeless man's gray eyes gradually deepened, as if he could answer any question Lin Zhiying posed.

Lin Zhiying thought for a moment and then shook her head.

The Black homeless man stood there, stunned; he had never encountered anything like this before.

It's not written in the code!

After a moment, having received a correction, the Black homeless man began to speak on his own:

"How about this, sir, I'll tell you the whereabouts of an A-level Word of Power?"

"It's absolutely the perfect fit for your current needs."

This statement completely exposed the black homeless man's identity; he was definitely of mixed race.

Lin Zhiying thought about it and realized that he did have weaknesses in his physical defense, but he didn't want to waste this opportunity.

"I'm starting to feel tempted."

The Black homeless man slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Lin Zhiying changed the subject and continued:

But I still refused.

Sorry, you took my money, this isn't enough.

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