my pokemon player.

"Not interesting? Comrade Li Xiang, could you please elaborate on it?"

"Yes!" Li Xiang sat on the chair with his back naturally straight, his knees shoulder-width apart, his calloused thighs placed in the middle of his thighs, and his shoulders always kept three fingers away from the back of the chair.

He answered straightforwardly: "Although this game is as real as described in the information, it is too real, so the entertainment value is greatly reduced."

"I felt like I was not playing a game, but doing wilderness survival training. I didn't feel any sense of satisfaction or pleasure, let alone being immersed in it!"

The experts in the analysis group nodded. They knew that Li Xiang’s gaming experience was different from that of ordinary players.

Compared to Lao Ma who was able to be exposed to the novel world of Pokémon right from the start, Li Xiang, who was trapped on a deserted island, naturally felt that the game was boring.

"If there were no task requirements, would you continue playing?" a female expert wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked up and asked.

Her voice was like a spring breeze, easing the tension of the questioning and making people unconsciously want to answer her questions.

Li Xiang thought briefly for a moment and replied, "I think I will."

"What's the reason?" the female expert asked with an unchanged smile, as if she had already anticipated Li Xiang's answer.

"First of all, even though the game isn't very entertaining, it's still 100% virtual reality, and that alone is enough to keep me playing. I also want to experience Second Life."

Li Xiang explained meticulously, expressing all his inner thoughts.

"Secondly, because this game is almost the same as the real world and you can be resurrected after death, I can use it as a special training method to improve my abilities."

"Finally, and most importantly, this game does not take up daytime time, and I can quit it at any time. It can also put people into a deep sleep state, and it does not interfere with my normal work. I would rather play it than not play it."

After hearing Li Xiang's answer, the experts began to write something on their papers. Only the female expert continued to look into Li Xiang's eyes and said in a gentle tone:
"Your answer is very organized. Please keep it up. The next question is"

In the following time, the female expert asked Li Xiang several questions one after another, and Li Xiang answered them one by one without hiding anything.

"One last question." The white-haired professor sitting in the middle pushed his reading glasses and asked without raising his head.

"What do you think is the origin of this game? For example, is it a scientific breakthrough of the game company? Or is it alien technology lost on the blue planet? Or is it a vehicle for traveling to another world?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xiang's pupils were filled with confusion, and a rare expression of indecision appeared on his face.

"I don't know, but I hope it's just an ordinary game."

The old professor nodded without commenting: "Okay, thank you very much for your cooperation and answer. We may ask you some questions in the future, and you will have to come here again."

Li Xiang immediately stood up and said, "Yes! I will ensure that the mission is completed! I will be on call 24 hours a day!"

Seeing this, the female expert smiled and waved her hand: "Don't be so nervous, we are not your superiors, just think of it as a normal chat with us."

Then, the female expert gently comforted Li Xiang, asking him to maintain an optimistic attitude in the game and be prepared to face challenges.

Accompanied by the words "The time has come for the organization and the people to test you" and "We believe that you will not let the organization down."

Li Xiang's blood suddenly surged and his eyes became more determined. He wished he could go online right now and continue to survive in the wilderness.

It was not until the female expert convinced him to go to dinner first by using the principle of sharpening the knife before chopping wood that Li Xiang calmed down a little and turned to leave the meeting room.

After Li Xiang left, one of the middle-aged male experts smiled and joked to the female expert:
"As expected of a top expert in the field of psychology, he can make the elites of the security department excited with just a few words."

The female expert shook her head: "This has nothing to do with me. It's purely because of his firm belief."

The white-haired old professor interrupted, "Okay, enough small talk. What do you think of his answer?"

"I can be sure that Comrade Li Xiang's answers are his true thoughts," the female expert responded.

"Including the last question?" asked the white-haired old professor.

The female expert picked up the file and said, "Of course it is included, because his answer is that he hopes he is playing an ordinary game."

"On the surface, he was leaning towards the normal game option, but when he said the word 'hope', it meant that he already thought this option was the least likely."

"He is just convincing himself to accept this option, but his realistic judgment does not think so, so he is forced to adjust his wishes, lower his expectations for this option, and turn it into a hope."

"This contradictory state is called 'cognitive dissonance' in psychology, which refers to the psychological discomfort caused by an individual holding two conflicting cognitions at the same time. This is also the reason why he hesitated only when answering the last question."

"To put it simply, he doesn't think this is an ordinary game from the bottom of his heart, but the other two options you gave him went beyond his cognition and made him unacceptable. He could only hide his true thoughts."

After listening to the female expert's analysis, the white-haired old professor nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, it's worth it that I pushed you into the analysis team against all odds. You really didn't embarrass me."

The female expert's mouth corners slightly raised when she heard the words. Although the curvature was not as obvious as when she was asked just now, this smile looked more real.

"This is the answer from another new player. You can take a look at it and then combine the two answers to compile an analysis report."

The white-haired old professor took out his mobile phone and sent Lao Ma's answer to everyone.

When the female expert saw Lao Ma’s similar answers and the answer to the last question, her eyes widened.

“Is this game really…”

"Be careful with your words!" The white-haired old professor interrupted and looked at the female expert with a frown, as if to ask why you can't help but praise!

"Don't forget who we are. We only provide analysis and suggestions, not absolute answers."

"The answers to all questions will be determined by the superiors. Do you understand?"

The female expert lowered her head awkwardly: "I understand."

"What about you? Didn't you hear what I said?"

The old professor glanced at the other experts again, and a strong sense of oppression emanated from his seemingly turbid eyes.

"I understand, I understand!" the experts responded hurriedly. This old professor is a leader in the academic world and they dare not offend him.

"Well, write the report as soon as possible. I want to see your real stuff."

The old professor picked up the thermos cup and spoke slowly, his eyes as deep as the sea.
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At this time, Lao Ma had finished reporting the situation and came to Hao Ren's office happily. He opened the drawer on the desk with ease and took out two bags of snacks.

He first threw a bag to Hao Ren, then sat down on the sofa, tore open the snack bag, and stuffed a handful into his mouth, making a crunching sound.

"What are you writing (chew chew chew)? You're so serious (chew chew chew) that you didn't even eat (chew chew chew)?"

Hao Ren put down the pen in his hand and glared at him unhappily: "You really don't consider yourself an outsider! If someone doesn't know, they would think this is your office!"

"Well, we're all brothers, why distinguish between you and me, what's yours is mine~" Lao Ma swallowed the snacks in his mouth and said with a smile.

"Then can your daughter be my daughter?" Hao Ren knew that Lao Ma loved his daughter the most, so he deliberately asked. Who would have thought that after a little hesitation, Lao Ma said seriously: "Sure, my daughter can recognize you as her godfather."

"Is this true? How could you be willing to do that?" Hao Ren asked in surprise.

"What's there to be reluctant about? You can't take my daughter away from me. She still has to live in my house. She just has a godfather who gives her New Year's money." Old Ma said carelessly.

"Okay, I was wondering why you agreed so readily, it turns out you've been eyeing my red envelope." Hao Ren made the gesture of a husky pointing at someone.

(The following are pictures, which may be a bit scary, so be prepared~)

Lao Ma smiled but said nothing. In fact, he had another purpose.

Before, Hao Ren called him father-in-law as a joke. Although it was just a joke, Lao Ma felt that he had to be on guard.

If Hao Ren could be the godfather of his daughter, then no matter how Hao Ren was born, he would never do anything to his goddaughter.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on the lips of Lao Ma, a veteran daughter-slave.

Hao Ren looked at the smile on Lao Ma's face and said suspiciously, "What are you laughing at? I always feel like you are thinking about something bad."

"Nonsense, don't you want to laugh when you receive an extra red envelope?" Lao Ma evaded the question casually, and then quickly changed the subject: "By the way, you haven't told me what you wrote yet."

"What else can I write? A work report. The sooner I finish it, the easier it will be."

Hao Ren never had the habit of procrastination. During the winter and summer vacations at school, he would finish his homework a few days before and then enjoy the vacation to the fullest.

"Tsk, I almost forgot that I still have to write a work report. Copy it for me after you finish it." Lao Ma stuffed another handful of snacks into his mouth.

"Why should I copy it for you?" At this point, Hao Ren suddenly paused, feeling that this sentence was somewhat ambiguous, so he continued:
"Ahem, a work report isn't a homework assignment, how can I copy this?"

Lao Ma said nonchalantly: "Why can't I copy this? We were inseparable yesterday, so our gaming experience is pretty much the same."

"Besides, I'm not stupid. I definitely won't copy everything. I'll make changes where necessary, so don't worry."

Seeing that Hao Ren was still hesitating, Lao Ma cleared his throat and begged in a coquettish voice:

"Xiao Hao, please, just copy it for me."

Hao Ren felt a chill instantly upon hearing this, and said with a look of disdain:
"Go away, stop disgusting people here!"

Seeing this, Lao Ma knew that his words had taken effect, so he struck while the iron was hot and said:

"No, Brother Hao, just copy it for me."

“I just wrote it all nonsense!”

"I'll copy whatever you write~"

"Please, Brother Hao, I'll copy it for you later. I'll make you copy it back then!"

Hao Ren felt that if he let Lao Ma continue, he would never be able to look directly at the word "copy" again, so he could only say helplessly:
"Shut up, I'll copy it for you. I'll give you some reference, but you have to write it yourself in the future."

"No problem!" Lao Ma agreed immediately. After all, things in the future would have to wait until later.

"Okay, let's go eat first. It won't be too late for you to write when you come back. I'll just tell you what questions they asked."

Lao Ma stood up and said that eating snacks alone would not fill his stomach.

"Can you tell anyone about this kind of thing?" Hao Ren was a little worried.

"Don't worry, they didn't say these issues can't be spread. Besides, you and I are both members of the special operations team, so it doesn't count as leaking information."

Lao Ma put his arm around Hao Ren's shoulder and walked out of the office. The two of them walked towards the company cafeteria while whispering about the problems of the expert analysis group.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, they each ordered a meal and sat down at a random seat.

"It seems that the questions they asked were all the same. No wonder they didn't ask us to keep it confidential."

Lao Ma took a sip of the soy milk and felt the sour and smelly taste on his tongue.

AUV, this is so authentic!
Hao Ren said thoughtfully: "They seem to want to analyze the appeal of this game to players, so as to formulate various countermeasures in advance."

In fact, he had another guess that he hadn't said, which was that the experts in the analysis team were trying to speculate the origin of this game.

Perhaps they already had a guess and were just using the players' answers to back it up.

Of course, Hao Ren would never say these words.

I don't know if Lao Ma is too lazy to think or just pretending to be confused, he still looks nonchalant:

"Who knows? Why bother? They can ask whatever they want to ask and we just need to answer honestly. It won't interfere with our game anyway."

When Hao Ren heard this, he looked at Lao Ma deeply. He knew that Lao Ma was reminding him.

So he smiled and said, "That's true. We really don't need to think so much about it."

"That's right! If you ask around, you will find that there is no official department in Kyoto whose staff treats playing games as a job like we do."

"I can play a groundbreaking virtual reality game while getting paid and even have the opportunity to make contributions. This kind of job is hard to find even with a lantern!"

Lao Ma sighed, and then sincerely thanked Hao Ren: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If you hadn't asked me to worship the goddess Xiyue, I wouldn't be able to play this game."

"Why should you thank me? It's not me who brought you the luck. If you want to thank someone, thank Xiyue." Hao Ren shook his head and did not take credit for himself.

"That's right, then let us toast to the great Goddess Xiyue with a bowl!" Old Ma said, holding up the soy milk.

Hao Ren also raised his soy milk and said with a smile: "Okay, to Goddess Xiyue!"

jingle——

"Can you please be gentler and stop spilling the soy milk into my bowl!"

"It's okay. We old Kyoto people all drink soy milk~"

"I don't want to drink it. Soy milk and soy juice have similar tastes. Why do you insist on drinking the smellier soy juice?"

"Because I can't just eat shit~"

"."(End of this chapter)