"Huh?"
"Didn't the helmet flicker at the last second..."
Teacher Ma, who had just exited the VR game, felt a sudden sense of weightlessness before he could finish speaking.
In his panic, Teacher Ma opened his eyes and was met by Bt's eyes, slightly smaller than in the game, gathering a cerulean light.
In a daze, Teacher Ma couldn't tell if he was in reality or still in the VR game.
But as his gaze passed Bt's eyes and saw his own wall, he knew it was reality.
"Protocol Four: Throw Pilot."
Bt's voice, as steady and firm as ever, came through. Teacher Ma's body went numb, "Protocol Four?"
"Is this breaking the fourth wall?"
He didn't seem to realize his predicament.
"Trust me."
The familiar words appeared, and Teacher Ma froze.
Bt extended his right arm, making a standard throwing motion and clenching his fist.
Whoosh!
Teacher Ma took flight.
The familiar sensation washed over him, making Teacher Ma numb from head to toe.
Teacher Ma, who never let his in-game emotions bleed into reality, was suddenly attacked by the game, and an intense sadness surged into his heart.
"Bt!!!"
This time, he could no longer contain the emotions that had broken through the dam within him.
"Waa!!"
"Hahaha hiss~~~"
Teacher Ma, somewhere between crying and laughing, had gone mad.
In fact, he wasn't thrown far by Bt. Bt's size was scaled to the height of a standard room, and internal calculations had been made before the throw.
Ensuring the safety of the player being thrown in reality, there was no Sarah to catch him this time, no triggering of memories, but it was even more impactful than that.
This scene was broadcast live and watched by the audience.
However, everyone's attention was still focused on the Morse code in the game's end-game Easter egg.
'Easter egg! It must be an Easter egg!'
'Does anyone know what kind of Morse code the helmet flashed and how to decipher it?'
'This is an Easter egg left by the designer, and it's usually not that easy to crack.'
'I bet it has something to do with Bt!'
'Could it be... Wow... Bt!!'
'Why do I not quite understand what everyone is excited about...'
'Is no one paying attention to Teacher Ma's condition?'
'Teacher Ma is completely done for.'
'Mainly because I saw it once on Sister Zhou's stream, and the effect was huge, her stream was even banned.'
........
After exiting the access pod, the barrage of comments stopped broadcasting but scrolled in real-time on the screen. However, Teacher Ma had no interest in paying attention to them anymore.
A moment later, a dazed Teacher Ma, leaning on the wall, slowly got up, like an elderly person in their twilight years.
The streamer was naturally a homebody, rarely engaging in physical activities and with minimal social interaction, with very few true confidantes. He genuinely regarded Bt as his closest friend.
VR games were unlike others; their unique immersion and realistic life experiences were no less than those in real life.
After more than a month together, Teacher Ma subconsciously no longer viewed Bt merely as an AI program or a game NPC.
A true friend—that was Teacher Ma's assessment of Bt. At times, Bt gave him even more than a true friend would.
This past month of gaming experience was the happiest in his gaming career. Originally, he had just played Titanfall in the leftover scraps of his streaming time.
Later, he was immersed in Titanfall almost all day, with his time for other games being squeezed out.
It could be said that the friendship forged on the battlefield was something he would never forget.
It was only at this moment that he truly realized he had genuinely lost a friend who had treated him sincerely.
In reality, Teacher Ma's emotions were complex, and tears welled up.
In the live broadcast, as he slowly walked towards Bt-7274, who remained in the throwing pose, his back to the audience, he looked like an elderly person in their twilight years. His dejected figure caused many viewers to break down.
'Damn it, the game's story didn't make me emotional, but Teacher Ma's dejected back made me break down.'
'After watching the stream, I slumped onto my chair completely exhausted. Seeing Teacher Ma's reaction, I completely broke down.'
'Seeing Teacher Ma like this, I felt immense empathy.'
'The events in the game were already enough to break my heart, and I didn't expect you, Teacher Ma, to break my heart too, just like the game.'
'This could be selected as one of the top ten classic educational materials for the Beijing Film Academy – "The Back"! '
'I'm an adult now, I won't cry anymore
(Opens computer)
(Plays Titanfall to the end)
"Trust me"
(Cries profusely.jpg)'
'Why can you post pictures [doge]'
'I'm genuinely crying. Titanfall was the only FPS game I ever finished for its story. As I was thrown into the air at the end, tears streamed down my face.'
........
Sincerity was the ultimate weapon. Bt, with his unparalleled loyalty, earned Teacher Ma's genuine affection. Teacher Ma, with his heartfelt gaming experience, provided the players with a dreamlike live streaming feast.
The audience reciprocated with gifts within their means, and everyone together vented their emotions in this somber atmosphere.
Across the entire gaming world, such a 'harmonious' scene had never been achieved.
This fantastical resonance, involving the game, the streamer, and the audience, was enough to be recorded in gaming history for future generations to comment upon!
As if in that instant, everything was sublimated.
Many who were deeply immersed even saw their great-grandmother in a daze!
Titanfall was destined to become a shining page in the history of FPS games!
........
(Briefly put)
(The gist is that I work in my hometown city, but I never told my family, who always thought I worked in the big city of Luzhou.)
(In reality, I write novels full-time in my hometown city and will return to work after the New Year.)
(I never disclosed to my family that I write novels because my income wasn't sufficient for full-time writing, and I was afraid they would object and interfere with my life.)
(This year, I plan to find a job in my hometown city and write as a part-time hobby. After trying for a year, I realized I'm not a naturally talented writer, so I need to consider reality.)
(Originally, I planned to drive to the city myself and then lie that I had arrived in Luzhou.)
(But my father worried about me driving alone on the highway, as my actual driving experience was only one month, so he found someone going to Luzhou for work to accompany me.)
(Therefore, I had to bring this person to Luzhou to maintain the lie, and yesterday we were stuck in traffic on the highway for seven or eight hours.)
(Today, I drove back from Luzhou, taking the national highway. My friend also worried about me driving alone on the highway, so he suggested taking the national highway. I got home and tidied up, and it was almost eight o'clock. Even writing quickly, I was still a bit short.)
(This month, I intend to get the highest attendance bonus, so I had to write three chapters on the first day, and then more than three chapters every day after.)
(Going home for the New Year was quite a blow. All those in the village who left school earlier than me have made something of themselves.)
(I, the so-called university student, am the worst off, achieving nothing, and haven't even found a partner.)
(This year, I'm going all out!!)