Fun Online

7

- Choose academic leave or expulsion, Drozdov! the dean told me four hours later.

“Academy,” I replied.

- I knew it. There is a video with sound from the camera, and Lozhkarev heard the screams of your herd, otherwise you would definitely have been expelled. But Kuznetsov did not raise his hand against you, again only a provocation. If I didn't know your father, you'd already be incapacitated, so go. Tomorrow go to the secretary and write a statement, she will also say what needs to be conveyed. You have two academic years. Don’t come back earlier,” the woman said, and then for some reason added in a barely audible voice, “well done.”

"Thanks, goodbye," I said without turning around and left.

It was still light and warm in the street, like in summer, I went up to the wall and sat down, leaning on it.

Tch, didn't mean anything.

What a loser I am.

I won’t tell my parents, but I need to look for money. There are few stocks left.

It is necessary to clarify the situation in the "Evil Headquarters", then look for a temporary job, and also try to drive someone a "hidden class" from Zabava.

And I have such a person in mind.

I took out my smartphone, scrolled down to the “Oak” contact. Hypnotized him a little, thinking he was busy or free ...

*bzzzzz*

Challenge: "Oak".

I was already startled, but picked up the phone:

- Hello.

- Salute. Mish, there is a case. Tomorrow come after the university to the site near our school. When you will be free?

- Let's go at eleven. Fits?

- Somehow early, do you have one pair?

No, but almost. Does it fit?

- Yes.

- See you tomorrow, then.

I hit the end.

I sat down for a while and went home.

There was a note on the table:

Michael, I took Veronica to me.

Don't worry about her.

Lydia.

Z.Y. The monster was fed.

Z.Z.Y. Do you feed him at all? He has such a sad look.

Z.Y.Z.Y. I do not plan to ask for a ransom for Nick.

I looked at the honest, hungry eyes of the wool sack beside the empty bowl.

I don't trust women. They must have mentioned something about diet. Can these eyes lie about hunger? It was like they were starving an animal.

But Murzik, like the last creature, sniffed and buried the freshly poured food, after which he imposingly left the kitchen, proceeded to the parents’ room closed to the handle, stood on his hind legs and opened the door, then calmly settled down in the curtained room on his couch.

Well done.

I went to Zabava and with great pleasure began to beat the mannequins.

I decided to stop being stupid, went and somehow created a stone spear with the help of vines and stones. I thought, and then tried to create a stone axe.

It's out.

Today, the OTCD just passed the tools of the Stone Age.

Chisel, that is, a chisel - the basis of the foundations!

When it remained to finish off half the durability points of the tenth dummy, a couple of days had already passed by the internal time of the game, that is, more than eight hours in reality.

I decided to go out and sleep.

***

Well, to my surprise, I issued documents for academic leave easily.

I would gladly go to the army, but after an accident in the 11th grade, I can’t go there. It's a pity. I would remember the boarding school to enjoy life again.

The application for family reasons, to my surprise, did not require anything else in addition. Maybe they forgot to tell me?

But the secretary went to access my documents in public services, and everything was approved very quickly.

I have been free from faculty for two years.

While I was waiting for my folder with seals and documents, I heard a conversation from behind the door of the dean's office:

- Yana, Kuznetsov is an imbecile. Cancel the wedding. If you ... yes, Drozdov has already taken the documents. No, I didn't dismiss him. What? Say thank you that I did not expose your provocateur. If his father had not sent a message that he approves of the decision, taking into account my situation, then Kuznetsov would have gone to the army. Do not shout at me! She threw ... an ungrateful chicken. What did she see in this fool? Lots of good people around...

Well, everyone was already aware of Yana's family connection with the main person of the faculty, so nothing surprising.

Except that you need to send a message to your father.

When I left the building, I did just that.

After a little thought, I also added a full description of the situation to the sent one.

In response, I received a video file of the incident and a thumbs up emoticon. Same thing from mom.

And then she sent another message:

Go to work. About housing and communal services everything is in force, the rest itself. And yes, it was a bad hit. Work it out. It was necessary to beat in the teeth for this.

Well. Here I agree, but it can be later.

Oh, and in the first year, Yana seemed to be one of the flowers of the group.

Although, in fact, each girl crept up surprisingly with her pluses. A sort of mini-Ivanovo, a bunch of girls for eight guys of the course.

It's funny, but in the first two years more than half of them got married, including two who went to the academy due to pregnancy immediately after the summer session.

However, there was only one couple on the course: a first-class boxing student who did not enter the faculty for physical education teachers because of his long tongue and a blonde with a third or fourth breast size and a complete lack of adequacy in love with him.

Yana may be a bitch, but still beautiful. I can't deny that I dreamed of talking to her in my freshman year. As well as a couple of other girls who stood out to me personally. Some because of the mind, someone because of kindness, someone because of their simplicity.

But it should be noted that, in addition to the exact sciences, this blonde did well in her studies. Without spurs and obvious cramming, so you can’t call her completely stupid either.

While I was walking to the playground near the school from which I graduated, I scrolled through three courses in my brain.

Don't care. Now I will ask Oak how to make money on a hidden class and with a clear conscience I will start looking for a new toy, and a job. Definitely, the latter is more important.

I came, sat down on a bench under the disapproving look of a yard cat, which hunted pigeons under the supervision of thoughtful crows.

Watching this strange sight, I sat there for an hour listening to music and playing match 3 games.

Oak didn't show up.

Then I sent a message.

Oak: oh, damn it, I'm sorry, this case was delayed. Meet me at the burger joint in 15 minutes.

Misha: Ok. Combo with you.

Oak: ok, my cant. But small.

Misha: ha, I don’t hire like that. Average.

Oak: ok, but I won't come alone.

Misha: Phew, I'm waiting there.

The burger joint was old. It was opened by some blogger, rapper or athlete after the well-known covid. Adults always remember him, comparing him with the turmoil and the nineties. Dad says with a grin that he and his father then ended up in the service in New Zealand very successfully, did not find this crap.

So, the cafe was old. But it was not far from the school, my faculty and the metro.

I have never seen it empty, and the prices here were for any wallet.

From forty denominated wooden ones for a simple cheeseburger (“cheesecake”) to incredible two thousand for a beluzhnik with meat from aquaculture sturgeon fish.

I came right up to this building.

A signboard proudly flaunted here: "#BULOSHKA".

Mysterious concept, never caught up. If Bull is a bull, then why is the emphasis on turkey, duck, chicken and fish in burgers?

Ah, don't care.

I went in and, after thinking for a while, sat down in the corner without an order.

The administrator approached me and asked:

- Hello, can I help you? – smiling in 32 teeth, asked a guy in his thirties.

- Not yet. I'm waiting for a friend, then I'll order, - I answered, not even trying to smile back.

- I understand, but if the hall is full, I will have to ask you to make room.

“Ah, for sure, the shkolota will fly in soon. I think by then I will order anyway.

- Understandably. Have a nice day, - the employee of the hall said, continuing to smile, and moved towards the entrance.

How many show-offs for such an institution ...

“Uh-yo,” I breathed, seeing the procession led by my friend.

In addition to Vasily Dubov himself, two young Asian women and one older man with an incomprehensible appearance entered the hall. Two six-year-old children also flew in, most likely the brothers of “Duba”.

“Your acorn brothers?” I asked after the handshake.

- Ha, no. These sisters are wearing our clothes, - Vasya said with a grin, and I was surprised. The girls played with pistols, had short hair, and the clothes were boyish.

“I keep forgetting that you have seven sons and two twins in your family. For some reason I was sure that it was one of your brothers.

- No wonder, even my mother, it seems, perceives them as the eighth and ninth boys in the family.

- Ha. Are these three with you? I asked without turning to the Asians, who sat down at a long table for eight. Our table.

- Yes, these are representatives of NV. I sold my account. But more on that later. Let's eat first,” my friend said and ordered ten identical medium-sized combos.

After a hearty meal, the strangers, who turned out to be Koreans, stared at me in a strange way.

“Blah blah blah, Schizonik, blah?”

- Blah blah, Schizonik!

Then one of the young girls came up to me and asked:

“Director Kang asks if you are Schizonik?”

I freaked out.

“No,” then he turned to Oak. - Who else is this?

- Oh, kill it. I’ll tell you later, and then he turned, as I understood it, to the translator and spoke. “He just looks a little bit alike. Like millions of Russian guys.

- Yasna, thank you, - the girl answered and walked away.

After that, I told a friend about the situation at the university, which plunged him into wild delight:

- Not expected! But I would have done the same. And the behavior of this Kuznetsov is clearly strange. There must be a personal motive for this.

- No idea. It's not the first time he's run into this.

- Do you have a photo of him? I'll throw off my brother, and that is, there is one thought.

- Which?

- It's too early to check.

I went into the group's account, found this eccentric there ... ha, now they and Yana have clones of Jan and Appolinary Kuznetsov on their pages. Horror.

Dropped both links.

- Oh, what a chick. Tall blonde. Just like Aistova, whom you always stared at during communication, Mish.

- Yeah. Only this stupid, madly in love with an idiot.

- Are you envious?

- Already, it seems not.

– But Aistova was a cool tomboy, they say in her university she completely changed her image… By the way, what is your sister’s natural hair color?

- And why do you need it?

- Just answer.

– Light blond, almost blonde.

And also tall. Somewhere different from this Yana ...

- Oak, you are my friend, but you can lie down to sleep, but I don’t covet yours.

“Ha, if you suddenly gained height after school, can you threaten me?” I'm not from your faculty, I'm a pro-player, I keep my body and reflexes ... Ugh, I mean, your sister is not my type, - Vasya was embarrassed. – Really not in mine, I'll explain later. I'm hinting at something else.

*delin*

Smartphone "Oak" reported the arrival of the message.

“As I suspected, listen, Max sent a voice message,” my friend said and turned it on.

- Oh, what a chick. But the bloke next to her is the one who was glued to Schizonik in the summer camp. Krinzhovy leader of the first detachment, his name was Narik, from Narcissus. She beat him ... it hurts to remember where she finished off. This was last year.

Your voice is one on one. That is, you mean to say that he was glued to some Schizonik? So what? I asked after listening to a message from one of the younger acorns.

- Are you dumb? What were we talking about? This is your sister's name. Moreover, from the fourth grade, no idea why, but a fact, - answered "Oak".

Yes, you should have kicked him in the teeth. This is understandable, but many other questions arise.

“But on them,” here he glanced at the Koreans biting into different burgers, “we’ll talk a little later ...

– Ok, another question, you said earlier that Nika is in the seventh grade.

- AND?

- They are with Max in the same grade, he is in the eighth. You are her father, you don’t remember which school she studies in.

- Don't care. We eat silently. Then we'll talk.

- And about ZO, too, later?

- Of course.

- Then name your type of girls.

- Ha, a tomboy, or vice versa, a feminine fairy with whom you can clear the location together. Preferably a priestess or a sorceress, Vasya announced happily.

- To listen to you, so the NPC will do.

- What, no, or what? Especially in your toy just this functionality is rumored to be developed. The people write that they have not yet reached the NPC, but they have already passed the tests between the players. True, for this some conditions must be met. By the way, which ones?

“Do I look like someone who knows?”

- AND? Think yes. Very similar. Read, they say, the developers were able to create a complete transfer of sensations. No more than in some, no less than in a bunch of other places. But there are some conditions. In HB in general, there are problems with this content.

“No, it’s definitely not mine, but if you register, I advise you to throw in one gold cash to unlock the censorship,” I grinned.

- Duc, the don hasn’t been turned on in the ZO yet, how can I do it for you? - Oak was surprised.

– What the hell? There was an announcement about the removal of ceilings, and scarves should be included. It makes sense, I replied. I did not even watch the news and threads about this, confident in the resolution of the issue.

- In general, while we silently chew the combo, then we'll talk.

As a result, we sat down, eat and are silent. Only two six-year-olds run around, and the Koreans film what they eat and how they eat on their phones.

***

Vasya's nickname at school is "Acorn". And that was the nickname he himself was.

"Oak" is already an adult Acorn.

Everything is logical. At the same time, when he mentioned his large family, one of the eldest in which he was, Vasya called his brothers and sisters the same way: my fellow acorns.

So now, he took a couple of female acorns home. My friend discussed something with the Koreans and signed a paper in a cafe. So we were left alone.

- Who was it anyway? And what were you doing in our area? You bought mansions in New Moscow.

- Am I a fool to shine an oak forest for them?

Are they from the mafia?

- No idea. They might be from there too. I don't understand their culture.

So what did you sign there?

“Read it yourself,” he handed me a piece of paper in Russian.

- Refusal of the character in favor of the administration with the payment of a fee? What for?

- I do not know for sure. But half a million euros is fine.

- Isn't it cheap?

- Have you looked at my place in the top for a long time?

- It seems that you fell from fifth to ninth.

- So, a long time ago. I have online 18-19 hours a day, but in two months I was squeezed out by people with online ten times lower.

- Donators?

- Yes. Official and black.

– What?

- The first - through the official store, the second - through pro-players and guilds, they sell for real.

- A, clear. That is, you decided to go to the cache, because everything is there?

- Yes, as long as you can get at least something out. Then there is the war of dough. Don't want. By the way, I'm not alone. Read the text and look at the profile.

I opened the link to the game forum.

ShiZoniK:

NOVETO- world is falling.

Admins have given up on content updates, they only come up with new experience accelerators and modifiers for real money.

My guild is leaving.

I hate you all!

And here is the profile:

Attention, this account is blocked!

- So what? - I turned the screen picture with this inscription to the thug with a smirk.

- Nothing, type in the search: Shizonic's profile before the ban.

I opened it, and all I got out was a mate. If my avatar in Zabava was different from me, then this magician, with a hood thrown over his head, was familiar to me. It was in this sweatshirt that I went from ninth to eleventh grade.

And my face is here!

– What the hell is this?

- Profile of your sister.

– Nicky?

– Do you have any more? Elder? Introduce!

- Yes, alone. What kind of nonsense? What's up with this profile?

- Top-3 before the ban, was the first, sometimes dropped to 5. But lately the pros were all aware that a girl was playing. The guild was, in fact, her fans.

– What? What other fans do shkolota have?

- Dumb. She didn’t show her face, don’t worry. I only sang occasionally. In the beginning, she always hid the face of the avatar, too, but there, with high-level magic, it was blown over by the wind, so Schizonik was a mystery for some time. More specifically, his gender. Then, after talking with her, people realized: the avatar is just for fun, and there is a girl. Actually, I also did not shine a real face.

“I know, afrodub, I know. Can you be considered an ebony?

- Do you want to check?

- Go to the farm, I am a staunch supporter of the beauty of the female body.

- Do you understand?

From this phrase, I shuddered.

- Yes. Nika is freaking out because her profile has been banned. And she turned him on in such a way as to dump the blame on me in front of my parents, if anything.

“No, you don’t understand… why are you looking at me like that?”

- I got it. I already castrated one NPC for this phrase. Don't worry. Let's get back to business. You obviously didn't mean to talk about Nick.

- And about her. Does she plan to play Fun?

- How do I know? She...maybe planning. External student, Lydia... anything is possible.

What is Lydia?

- Not a kid. Adult woman. Mother's sister, the youngest, a little like her.

- It's a pity. Your father's wife is beautiful and cool, but your family...

- Which?

- Dangerous and cruel.

- What? What is this?

- Who is your mother with Nika?

- A hand-to-hand combat instructor and her follower.

“It shows on you and Schizonik. What about aunt?

- No idea.

“Ah, right, you don’t even know where your father works.

- Unnecessary information. This is his phrase. Let's scratch your tongue in the direction of Fun. I got a hidden class, but there is no desire to develop it.

– Do you have something to do? Work, school, family?

- No, I'm not talking about that. Do you know how you can illegally sell unnecessary items on the black market?

This does not apply to accounts. And Zabava positions itself like this in general: “More feelings, less money, only a game, only Fun!”. So the only way that is announced is the withdrawal of funds and the deposit of funds through the auction system of the game. Likewise with art. Only you have to tell me. You've been in the game for two months. What were you doing there? And what is the hidden class? What gives?

In the end, I told about everything.

Hmm, I'll try to follow your path. You mentioned an interesting class. But it will take a long time, yes. But mine is faster. If everything works out, then I'm down. I have long wanted a necromancer in such a toy, - said Vasya.

It was evening. The topics ended, and we parted ways.

At home, a rally was waiting for me on the topic: there is not enough food in the bowl. Given that the container was dog-sized...

- Murzik, it's time for us to go on a diet. I have no money,” I said sadly and, it seems, saw horror in the eyes of the pood cat.