Chapter 6: Moderators and integral tasks 2/2

The night at sea is not cool, although the sun has dived into the other side for a long time, but the surrounding temperature drops very slowly.
It was the first time that Fang Lang spent the night in the sea, and he did not feel uneasy, because at this moment, a lively gathering was being held on Yallita's boat.
The pirates would always hold a celebration banquet after a raid, right on the deck.
Apart from the laughter and frolic of the pirates on all sides, only the waves of the sea were constantly undulating.
The pirates sat in a few circles, putting the freshly robbed fruit, wine and meat in the middle, and then everyone rushed to them, like a hungry man, but boldly eating large pieces of meat and filling large glasses with wine.
There are also various improvisations, raps, performances, and dances, and they share their past experiences with each other. Everyone is talking jokes, fainting jokes, laughing at each other.
There are also people who miss their wives and children in their hometown, but when they first show their yearning, they are infected by the noisy atmosphere and join them together.
They are pirates, wicked parties, and people who hate and fear, each with their own dreams or being forced by reality to flee the sea. They are free and easy, heroic, and lead a free life without knowing if they can see the sun tomorrow.
Freedom to live? Fang Lang is not clear, but he is also infected by this atmosphere. Perhaps their so-called freedom is just putting a golden veil on some dark sides.
But so what.
"Fang Lang, drink!"
The drunk pirate toasted Fang Lang again.
"Cough...no, you continue, I...I'll go to the rest meeting...you continue, continue, no need to help me! I can and can walk by myself..." Fang Lang limped while holding his dizzy head Turn and hobble up to the stern.
He pressed the ship's rail, moved his head outside, and vomited with a "wow".
"Huh..." After vomiting, I felt a lot of relief in my chest. "Fortunately, I am witty, and I will pretend to be drunk when I am a little drunk, otherwise it will definitely be worse."
Fang Lang leaned against the ship rail and looked up at the starry sky. His feet gradually became unable to support the weight of his body, and soon he sat on the deck.
With sour joints moving, he didn't expect a pack of cigarettes to fall out of the bag in the suit jacket.
"Huh?" Picking up the cigarette, looking at the label on the package, Fang Lang said abruptly, "Who stuffed it in my pocket? Oh, it must be the bearded guy who happened to be sitting next to me during the party. Just stuffed it in! Hey, what is it called? It seems to be Nike. Dead smoker, want me to learn badly?"
As a high school student, Fang Lang naturally had no exposure to alcohol and tobacco. He didn't expect to break the ban today.
Opening the package, Fang Lang took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out the lighter brought by the earth from his pocket, lit it on himself, and took a sip.
"Ahem... so choking?" Fang Lang was toddler like a child, but he got used to it after inhaling a few times.
It can relax a lot by taking a breath, and it feels like my head is light and comfortable.
"That...Fang Lang." Suddenly, a boy's voice came to mind beside him.
Closing his eyes, sitting on the deck without an image, Fang Lang was taken aback by the sudden sound. He opened his eyes and said angrily, "It's you, Kerby."
Kirby smirked and said, "This is for you."
"towel?"
"I think you are drunk. Cover your face with a hot towel. I often see others do this."
Fang Lang was stunned and gratefully said: "Thank you." After saying that, he took a hot towel and put it on his face. The sultry touch opened all the pores on the face and promoted blood circulation. In just a few minutes, Fang Lang Sober a lot.
"Thank you, this method is really good."
"No no, nowhere."
The sea breeze blew, and the party on the deck continued. I am afraid these pirates will not stop until midnight.
Not afraid of the navy coming over? Fang Lang thought amused, but he was a little envious of these people.
But it was only a moment of emotion. After experiencing the previous events, he was full of desire for power. He is still too weak now, but the East Sea of ​​the weakest sea, his strength is unremarkable even here.
What must become stronger, and then find "Navigator" Nami, and then look forward to the great route.
"Oh, yes, I remember a moderator sent me a private message." Fang Lang suddenly thought of Chuan Gonghui, so he took out his mobile phone and opened this magical software that allows people to pass through.
A certain moderator: Hello, Brother Cheng of the second generation, I am the main moderator of Chuan Gonghui, I will tell you something, please reply when you see it.
After thinking about it, Fang Lang wrote a reply.
Brother Cheng II: Sorry, I was a bit busy before. Hello moderator, what's the matter?
After clicking send, I thought I would wait for a while, but I didn't expect it to be a second time.
A certain moderator: Yes. You should have read the membership rules, right?
Brother Chen: Uh...what's wrong?
A certain moderator: The second article on the membership rules. Explains the obligations between the official and members of the Chuan Gonghui.
Brother Cheng: Can you say it briefly?
A certain moderator: Well, to put it simply, do you want to earn points? There are roughly two ways to earn points. The first is to log in every day and get 1-10 points. However, this method has drawbacks. It takes at least 274 years to obtain the title of "God of Raiders".
Brother Cheng II: Khan... forget it. What about the second one?
A certain moderator: Ha ha, the second one is what I want to tell you. There is a "message folder" in your personal center. You need to take photos with your mobile phone and upload the photos to the "message folder". I will reward you with 0-10 points according to the review report after you upload the photos, of course, 0-10 points for each photo.
"Wait, I remember that 100 points are enough for the second title?" Fang Lang came to the conclusion instantly without calculation, "I now have 10 points. With the best luck, only 9 photos are required. Can it be upgraded? But..."
Brother Cheng: So simple? What kind of photos do you want to take? In other words, what kind of photo can get the most points.
A certain moderator: I am not clear about this. The photos you uploaded are not reviewed by me, I am only responsible for giving you rewards.
Brother Cheng: So...is there any rule?
A certain moderator: I don’t know... You can summarize this by yourself. No matter what, as long as you upload a large amount of photos, there will always be success.
Brother Cheng II: Oh, thank you. I know.
A certain moderator: Then come on.
After closing the private chat window, Fang Lang fell into deep thought. Although this sounded a bit inexplicable, it was a good thing.
Speaking of signing in, Fang Lang immediately switched to the homepage and took today's share.
"Good luck, 8 points." Fang Lang smiled.
"What are you doing? What are you holding?" Kerby looked over curiously, staring straight at Fang Lang's phone.
Fang Lang was taken aback by him again, and exhaled, "Well, don't you know about the phone bug? It's just that this kind of phone bug is relatively rare."
"Phone Worm?"
Kerby was still puzzled, this silver thing didn't look like a bug at all.
Suddenly Alrita's roar came from a distance, "Kerby!!!"
"Yes!!" The poor pink hair, like a frightened deer, stood up straight for an instant, and then ran towards the cabin again.
"Poor child." Fang Lang looked at the other side's back with pity, shook his head, thinking nothing else.
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