"Look at you, you filthy reptile, come on, come on."\ Watching the opponent's vicious facial muscles, it seemed that in the moment of collapse, he saw the other shout 'baby' and kick him away like a soccer ball. Although his body instinctively tried to dodge, the young boy gliding through the air didn't have time to think. The moment he landed, he only felt his face deeply kissing the ground, and his neck hitting the rough curbstone. When hot blood gushed from his neck and spilled onto the road, it spread with the rain.\ Rubbing the leg he had just used to kick, he seemed very pleased with that strike, but the bright blood covering the ground assaulted his vision. After a brief hesitation, he changed his next kick to waving his hand to signal his companions to leave, only saying ruthlessly, "Kid, consider this a favor this time. But if I see you again, I'll tear you to pieces." In his mind, he thought, I can barely hit him like this, hurry up and leave, if I end up in jail, there'll be no laughing about it…\ When the car door closed, the friction of the tires carried away what seemed just moments ago like a criminal, and that in front of the police.\ In the distance, the two officers instinctively touched the walkie-talkies in their pockets and the guns on their belts, staring bewildered at the boy lying in a pool of blood. They firmly believed that no deaths like this could happen in their jurisdiction, and in fact, both of them thought exactly that.\ It was as if he had been sleeping, and when his body was stung awake, he slowly moved, which also made the hesitant officers nearby breathe a sigh of relief. The pain seemed to destroy all his will, as if his head could separate from the neck muscles at any moment, while in reality, the right side of his neck to his front chest was rubbed raw, looking excessively horrifying. The mixture of rain and blood exaggerated it even further, and when the blood had spread across half of the road, it finally found an outlet—a drunkenly reeking sewer—and rats seemed insanely excited by the smell of blood.Even such a dazzling scene couldn't hold many people to watch; it seemed that the fickle weather made them feel even more fear. The sound of footsteps and the splashing of heels by their ears, the burning gaze and the infinite sympathy it exposed... "I should go... I should go home... Grandpa is still waiting for me at home..." The weak self-talk turned into a language no one could understand. Passersby only saw the body soaked in blood murmuring and trying to get up from the ground. Yes, he did it, and we saw it too, and even felt the fresh wound's pain being washed by rain, which made the passersby who were originally ready to stop change their minds.
Hunched back to the middle of the road, he picked up the familiar bag again, putting the scattered unknown items back inside, and tugged it toward a small alley. But each step left footprints slightly reddish. He tightened his coat without buttons once more; after the rough fabric briefly touched tender flesh and the short pain passed, there came a sudden warmth.
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Yes, this is the world I want to create: genuine inner feelings and constant struggles. The first few chapters mainly introduce the protagonist, and after entering the online game plot, real life will no longer be described.
It has flavor, but after entering the online game you can also describe the real world. As for how to write it? That's a secret.
Hehe, it really is a secret. I wrote the beginning about the real world in great detail, of course, it has its purpose. Let's see who can guess it~ After entering the game, there won't be much description of the real world. The beginning mainly introduces the protagonist's identity, and the protagonist is expected to enter the game in the third chapter, hehe~
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