After adding him as a friend, Leng Yue said goodbye and left. Wu Shaozhen soon finished his meal and made himself scarce too, afraid that if he stayed any longer, someone else might show up.
After leaving the restaurant, Wu Shaozhen wandered aimlessly around the city for a while, then logged off to eat. It was already past eight in the evening. Although he had eaten plenty in the game, he still hadn't had dinner in real life.
Taking off his helmet, Wu Shaozhen went into the living room and took out the leftover takeout from lunch. He wasn't sure whether he was imagining it, but he had eaten lunch shortly after noon, and it was now past eight. By rights, he should have been starving, yet he didn't seem particularly hungry.
"It's probably because I've been lying down all day without exercising," Wu Shaozhen said, shaking his head.
After two bites of takeout, he found it downright awful. He had never felt that way before, but after having a meal in the game, real-world food suddenly tasted terrible. Wu Shaozhen threw it away after those two bites, feeling a headache coming on. How had a single meal in the game made his palate so picky? How was he supposed to eat from now on?
With the takeout dealt with, he wanted to go to bed, but it was too early, and he couldn't sleep. He browsed the forums for a while. The top posts were all about his PvP battle with World-Proud Heroes. He opened a few at random, then spent some time carefully reading one titled [A Comprehensive Breakdown of Dustseal's Strength], which analyzed some of his stats. He had to admit that Oracle was full of talented people. He had only fought in public twice, yet someone