Windy Pants And Vests

What a world, it really looks real.

This was Mu Fan's first reaction when he opened his eyes during the teleportation.

It was completely different from the endless metal city of the new recruits' base. He was now in the center of a fountain surrounded by flower beds. When the water droplets fell on his face, there was a slight coldness. He could see a huge square around him. Players came and went in front of the bar, which was filled with a vintage vibe. The news bulletin board, which had a large screen on it, rolled the latest news and popular videos in the current area in real time. The bright sunlight shone on his face. Mu Fan squinted and enjoyed a warmth he had never experienced in real life.

The winding corridor led to the square under the shade of a lush tree. Mu Fan walked toward the fatty according to the notification on his wristband.

This place was not like a modern city full of technological civilization, but more like a paradise in his imagination. Mu Fan could not even imagine such a scene because the place he grew up in, a place which was not meant to be seen for common children.

Mu Fan walked quickly, and as he spoke, he reached the navigation location indicated by the system.

Ding… coordinates have arrived.

When he looked up, he saw a building several times bigger than the Starfall Military Dojo in real life. The silver metal stream glistened on the door, and there were many small doors on both sides. The crowd was bustling. It was obvious that this was a player gathering point, but with so many people in front of him, finding Fatty was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"I'm here. How can I find you?" Mu Fan sent a voice message to Fatty.

"This is an isolated space building, just like the transfer point you went to before. There is a public hall and a private room when you come in. My room number is CC1029. You can come in and ask the service assistant at the door." The fatty soon replied. Apparently, Young Master Harry was still a local tycoon here.

A woman in a black uniform was at the door, providing consultation services to the players who came and went. For the PO Battle Network, the communication between the female players was much more friendly and intelligent than the system setting. This was something the system could not compare to.

The female player with the nickname "Dark Moon Laurel" was a waitress like that. She was a second-year student at the Changhe Medical University on Wenchang. When she heard that she could earn some star dollars from her job on PO Battle Network, she was tempted.

His appearance was fresh and beautiful. He came to this recruiting service area with the attitude of trying. He did not expect to be chosen. There were not as many twists and turns as in reality. As long as his image was good, he could talk amicably.

However, this job was very tiring. "Dark Moon Osmanthus" just answered a player's consultation and complained in her heart. However, she looked at her partner, who was still smiling beside her, and she could not help gritting her teeth. Now that she was working part-time for a month, she could earn 3,000 more star dollars. Not only could she meet her daily expenses, but she could also be rich. It was much better than when she had been eating bitterly in school.

Let's end this today quickly. He prayed in his heart again, but it was obvious that only half the time had passed.

"Huh? That guy is cool." Yue GuiMu touched her friend beside her with her arm.

"Ah, what's the matter? Hahaha, why did that guy come in a singlet? At least he wore a new recruit's uniform after passing the course. But he is so cool. Look at that guy. He is very stylish." The girl beside him was first stunned when she turned around. Then she covered her mouth and giggled. Then she seemed to notice the lines of the guy's body and the muscles on his body. Her eyes looked like stars.

"I'm speechless, you love-struck fool." Yue Gui's eyes turned white.

Her partner, MM, was a little excited. "Look, they are coming toward us. They must be here to ask for the contact ID. They are so stylish. Do I give them the ID?" After they started working here, some players often came to ask for the contact ID. The main reason was that there were too many players. The few fresh-looking MMs at the door would certainly attract a lot of attention.

The person walking toward them was Mu Fan. He did not notice at all that he was still wearing the vest and shorts that the system had given him when his character was born. Of course, with his character, he would not care even if he knew. The clothes were very clean, much cleaner than the clothes he wore in real life. What was there to be unsatisfied about?

However, he did not know that the system would give him a basic brown recruit uniform after he passed or skipped the training program.

There were not many ornaments on the clothes, but the simple lines did not lose their beauty. The PO Battle Network was kind enough not to exploit too much on the beginner's clothing. However, if a player with a personality wanted a variety of clothes, he would have to spend star dollars to buy them. There were millions of types of clothing gathered here, and the prices ranged from low to high.

First of all, Mu Fan did not care. He did not care about the funny looks from the people around him.

Why? Because he had not completed the recruit training at all, and the system had not given him the option to skip it. He had been beaten to death by the alloy rod twice in there, and then he had come out. After that, he had come to look for Fatty when there was no notification.

He did not know why the new soldiers could enter the combat area without training. He did not know why the people around him looked at him with curiosity. He had never been in contact with them before. Where would he know all this information?

The unusual thing happened to a man who thought he was normal. It was obvious how flashy it was for a man to walk on stage in a pair of athlete's shorts and a singlet.

"Look, he is really coming," whispered his partner, MM,

When Yue GuiMu saw that he was really walking toward her, she quickly smiled and went to welcome him.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The standard smile that he had learned from countless practices showed up.

"Hi, I'm going to room CC1029," answered Mu Fan honestly.

"Oh, please come this way. This is the VIP channel. The system will ask when you enter. You can just tell the system the ID of the room. If you have the room clearance, you can enter directly."

Yue GuiMu was stunned. Indeed, the thoughts of the rich were hard to understand. The third-class VIP room, CC-class, cost a lot too. You don't even know how to change your clothes when you have the money to open a VIP room.

"Oh, okay. Thank you." Mu Fan, of course, did not know Yue GuiMu's inner thoughts. Under her guidance, they entered the VIP passage beside them.

After entering the VIP channel, there were fewer people. He walked along the channel to a transmission circle, where a faint white circle of light enveloped him.

"Hello, please enter the room ID."

"CC 1029."

"Beep. Identification room, personal authorization confirmed. Identification successful, transmission."

A light flashed, and Mu Fan disappeared into the circle of light.

Yue Gui Miao looked at the short sleeveless shirt that flashed past and clicked her tongue. She thought to herself, It is a pity that this guy did not leave his contact number. It is rare to see such stylish and thoughtful rich people nowadays.