Chapter 21: Stylish Underpants and Vests

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What a realistic world.

This was Mu Fan's first reaction after opening his eyes during the teleportation and seeing the scenery before him.

Completely different from the endless metallic city of the rookie base, he now found himself in the center of a fountain corridor surrounded by flower beds. Droplets of water splashed onto his face, carrying a hint of coolness. Around him was a vast square, a bar with old-fashioned wooden swing doors had players coming and going, contrasting sharply with the large light-screen news bulletin on the side that rolled with the latest updates and popular videos in the area. The bright sunlight warmed his face, and Mu Fan squinted, savoring the warmth he never felt in reality.

A meandering corridor led under the lush shade of trees to the square, and Mu Fan followed the prompt on his wristband, heading towards the direction of the chubby guy.

It didn't feel like a modern city brimming with technological civilization, but rather a fantasy paradise. Such scenes never appeared even in Mu Fan's imagination, as he came from a place where he was destined never to see them.

Mu Fan walked quickly, and soon reached the navigation point the system had indicated.

"Ding, coordinates reached."

Looking up, he saw a building several times larger than the Star Fall Martial Arts Hall in reality. The silver-white metallic sheen on the main doors gleamed brilliantly, and there were several smaller doors on either side, bustling with people. It was clear this was a gathering spot for players, but with so many people around, finding the chubby guy seemed like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"I'm here, how do I find you?" Mu Fan sent a voice message to the chubby guy.

"This is an isolated space-type building, just like the teleportation point you passed. Once you enter, there's a public lobby, and there are private rooms. My room number is CC1029. You can just ask the service assistant at the entrance when you come in." The chubby guy quickly replied, evidently, Young Master Harry was still quite the rich man here.

At the entrance stood a woman in a black uniform, providing consultation services to the players. In terms of the Battle Net, the interaction with female players was undoubtedly more friendly and intelligent than the system could offer, a feat the system could never match.

The female player with the nickname "Dark Night Laurel" was such a service assistant. She was a second-year student at Changhe Medical College on Wenchang Star. When she heard from her peers that working in the Battle Net could earn some Star Coins, she was tempted.

Her appearance was still quite fresh and pretty, and with a mindset of giving it a try, she came to this recruiting service point in the War Zone and unexpectedly got the job. There weren't as many bureaucratic procedures as in reality—just having a good image and an amiable manner sufficed.

But the work was quite exhausting. "Dark Night Laurel" had just finished answering a player's inquiry, and she complained silently. Yet, seeing her partner's persistent smile beside her, she couldn't help biting her lip. After working part-time for a month, she could earn an extra 3,000 Star Coins, which not only covered her daily expenses but also left her with savings, a notable improvement over struggling in college to pay for meals.

"Let today end quickly," she silently prayed again, but evidently, the time was just halfway through.

"Hey, that person looks so cool." Laurel nudged her partner with her elbow.

"Ah, what's up? ... Hahaha, why is that person just wearing a starter vest? At least after the tutorial, he should have a new recruit training suit. But he looks really cool. Look, that guy is quite dashing." Her partner turned her head and was initially taken aback, then covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. She seemed to notice the physique and muscles on the man, her eyes showing stars.

"Speechless, you infatuated girl." Laurel rolled her eyes.

Her partner became a bit excited, "Look, he's coming toward us. He must be coming to ask for our contact info, right? This dashing, should I give him my number or not?" After starting work here, they had frequently encountered players looking for contact details, mainly due to the large number of players. A few fresh-faced MMs at the entrance were bound to catch a lot of attention.

The person walking towards them was none other than Mu Fan. At this moment, he had no idea he was still wearing the character's starter vest and shorts combination. Of course, given his nature, he wouldn't care even if he knew. These clothes were clean, much cleaner than what he wore in reality, so why not be satisfied?

However, he had no clue that after completing or skipping the tutorial, the system would reward a basic, brown recruit training outfit.

The clothes had no excessive decorations, yet their simple lines remained aesthetically pleasing. The Battle Net was quite generous in not exploiting the newbie outfits too much, but if individual players wanted a variety of clothes, they'd have to spend Star Coins to buy them. The place offered millions of clothing options, with prices ranging from low to high.

Mu Fan, first and foremost, didn't care, nor did he pay any mind to the amused glances around him. Secondly, he had no idea about this matter.

Why? Because he simply hadn't completed the new recruit training, and the system didn't present an option to skip it either. After being beaten to death by alloy rods twice in there, he left, and what followed? No prompts, just getting on with finding Harry.

Naturally, he had no clue why a recruit who hadn't completed training could enter the War Zone, nor why everyone looked at him so curiously.

Strange things happened to a person who thought they were acting normal: imagine a man in an athlete's shorts and vest walking into a cocktail party, one could only imagine how eye-catching such a sight would be.

"Look, he really is walking over." Her partner muttered quietly.

Laurel saw him indeed coming her way, quickly flashed a welcoming smile, and approached him.

"Hello, is there anything I can assist you with?" She revealed a practiced, standard smile developed through countless interactions.

"Hello, I need to enter room CC1029," Mu Fan replied honestly.

"Oh, please come this way. This is the VIP passage. After entering, the system will ask you to directly provide the room ID, and if you have room access rights, you can enter directly."

Laurel was taken aback. Indeed, the mindset of the wealthy was hard to comprehend. The CC-level, third-tier VIP room was no small expense. Yet here was someone who could afford a VIP room and didn't know to change clothes.

"Oh, okay, thank you." Mu Fan, of course, was unaware of Laurel's inner monologue, following her guidance into the nearby VIP side door passage.

Once in the VIP passage, the crowd thinned out considerably as he followed the guide path into a transport circle. A faint white circle of light enveloped him.

"Hello, please enter the room ID."

"CC1029"

"Beep, recognizing room, confirming personal access, recognition successful, teleporting."

A flash of light passed, and Mu Fan disappeared within the glow circle.

Laurel watched as the vest and shorts flashed away, and clicked her tongue tacitly, regretting internally that such a dashing guy didn't leave behind a contact. Now, such stylish, thoughtful, and wealthy people were rare.

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