Chapter 41 The Weird World (Revised)
Perhaps because of Zhu Shi's threat, Cao Daqiang didn't cause any splashes.
Mo Li didn't even hear about it from Zhu Shi, but with her personality, even if she knew about it, she wouldn't react much.
I'm busy enough working every day, how can I have the mood to take care of these clowns, and the otome fan on hand has to be updated twice a week.
Speaking of Otome Fan, Mo Li rarely enjoyed a calm and peaceful comment section.
Being cold has its benefits, the women of Interstellar B are all refugees who can't eat delicious food. Open your own TAG and add 0 daily, and now you catch a high-quality animation and blow it to death. Although the rainbow fart is exaggerated, it lacks a lot of low-level comprehension skills.
[Hahaha, has the black cat changed its style? Why is it miserable and funny hhh]
[Do you think it's miserable, I just think it's sweet~]
[I agree with the above, it's the black cat's sad and emo sweetness, it's too sweet. 】
Old audiences are happy to hear this, but they will also have some doubts when they are happy:
mourning is really mourning, but sweet, when can this word be associated with black cats?
Could it be those guys who retaliated against the society in the Polka finale again, trying to trick people into killing them.
Old Black Cat viewers are more or less polka-dotted with PTSD, and they tremble subconsciously when they see Tian, and they have to see an honest person commenting in the comment area to be at ease.
It's just that before being honest, the nerds who have nothing to look at can't help it. Without the slightest hesitation, the hand fell straight into the big pit of the black cat.
The story this time begins with a journey of heart:
For Sylvia, the world is full of beings called love brains.
Moreover, these love brains are not very normal.
There is no intention of cursing, this is the truth she summed up based on her life experience.
Her friends have a "favorite form", how many hearts will be added for sending things they like, and how many hearts will be deducted for sending things they hate. If you hate it to a certain extent, the contact information of the gift giver will be blocked. If you like it to a certain extent, you will enter into a romantic relationship with the other party.
Sounds like no problem, right?
The point is, getting into a relationship isn't the beginning, it's the end of her life. As long as you agree to enter into a relationship with the other person, the control of your life is in the hands of the gift giver.
Do whatever he asks you to do, even if it means stripping naked and running naked on the street. Or sticking out your tongue on all fours to COS a barking puppy, you do what you say and enjoy it.
What's even more outrageous is that the gift giver doesn't see anything wrong.
In their words, they will "raid" many people and give gifts every day to maintain this "favorability", that is, the right to control friends. Then ask friends to provide all their wealth in turn, and then use the money to buy gifts and give them to more people who need "strategy".
They buy a lot and throw away quite a lot.
When throwing it, I still muttered: "She doesn't like this, she bought it for nothing!"
Of course, as more and more friends are captured, this situation will become less and less.
The gift giver will inquire about other people's preferences from friends, and then tell other gift givers so that they can "strategize" it cheaply.
In this case, what my friends call "the world-weary little princess who doesn't like anything" is Sylvia. Inexplicably, it has become the most enthusiastic object among gift givers.
Every day, people would inquire about what she likes, pack piles of gifts and deliver them to the door of the dormitory, from hand-folded paper cranes for 50 cents to priceless star energy stone rings, and then watch her reaction expectantly.
As the imperial daughter of the empire, she cannot take the lead in setting off a wasteful style. So quite consciously accepted those gifts, sold them into money and threw them into the royal family's account.
Then imitating the tone of a friend, he patted their heads, leaned over and said softly: "Favourability -10, keep up the good work." The
gift-giver was full of question marks.
This is different from what you said!
It's not that if you send the right one, you will increase your favorability, but if you send it wrong, you will lose your favorability. If the other party accepts it, it should be the right gift, so why would they back down their favor?
Even so, Sylvia was not worried that she would reveal her secrets. The group of gift givers could always find weird reasons to explain her behavior, and they followed suit.
The reason they believed in last time was "Your own stats are not strong enough, so even if you reach the sympathy level, you can't play HE, and you can only die alone."
This time, after the boss with full attributes was also rejected , They found a new reason for Sylvia: "There must be hidden events that haven't been triggered. Only by triggering hidden events can the royal line be unlocked."
Sylvia didn't know what the hidden events were. All she could feel was the people she met recently, and more and more sneaky men wandering around the door of the girls' dormitory building. Even when you go to the piano room to practice, you can see the man holding the Xingyue rose behind the piano.
The man saw her practicing the piano normally, chatting normally, and leaving normally, and finally couldn't hold back and asked:
"Why don't you cry?" Didn't
Xingwang say that the princess had a miserable life experience and pretended to be strong on weekdays. I will come to the piano room to vent my emotions. At this time, Raiders can listen to her talk about her family affairs, completely open her heart, and open the favorability system?
Why is it different from what you said?
Sylvia was baffled, she was healthy and healthy, why was she crying?
However, this kind of ordinary and bizarre days will eventually bid farewell to Sylvia.
Just yesterday, her best friend was successfully "raided" by her brother with ninety-nine Xingyue roses.
Sylvia didn't know when her elder brother became the gift giver. What she knew was that she lost a friend to chat with and play with, and the cheap brother's work would also be shared with her.
"This is not acceptable. My brother has not dealt with official business for three consecutive days." Sylvia indifferently reviewed the minister's memorial, thinking about the next countermeasures in her mind.
Before she could figure it out, a mechanical voice that she hadn't seen for a long time appeared in her mind:
[Sylvia Sylvia, something is wrong! You are the only one who has not been captured in the entire game! ]
Sylvia raised her eyelids. This mechanical sound appeared when she was fifteen years old. She claimed to be a system and called their world a love game. She and her friends are NPCs, the gift giver is a player, and God is the game organizer.
She didn't agree with the system's condescending and judging perspective, but the other party didn't have any bad intentions, so she let it say so.
"What's the matter, it's in a hurry." Sylvia asked.
[A big deal has happened! Because you are the only one who has not been cleared, the organizer has held the final competition. If you have not been cleared in this competition, the game will be suspended! 】
Sylvia's writing hand paused.
Stop taking, what do you mean?
[Stop the service, then our world will be cleared of data! You, me, and your friends are all dead! 】
The system used two exclamation points in a hurry, almost writing "Can you sacrifice yourself to let them attack" written on the face.
Raiders? Sylvia shook her head, this is absolutely impossible.
"You want me to agree with them?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes, "If sacrificing myself can maintain the order of our country, then I would be very happy, but unfortunately..." The
system anxiously waited for her answer reply.
"You said this is a love game, and I'm the last NPC in the game. After I've been captured, wouldn't this love game be unplayable?" Sylvia pondered.
【what? Yes! If there is no playability, the server still needs to be stopped, so what should I do? 】
The system was pointed out by her, and she couldn't help feeling anxious again. Sylvia squinted
her eyes slightly, and moved her fingers slightly, as if planning something:
"System, do you think there will be a live broadcast on the entire network for this level of competition?"
Yeah, what's wrong? 】
"That's right. There are live broadcasts on the whole network, there are large and well-known players, and there are more than one. Then I can completely deal with them, create highlights, and maintain the vitality of the game, right?"
[Yes Yes, but the competition has an expiration date, at the latest it is only 365 days in the game, so it won't last long anyway. ]
Sylvia waved her hand: "That's enough, give me the player information of the big anchor, I need to know which ones are the most influential."
Facts have proved that she considered too carefully.
There is no need for her to come looking for them, these guys will come to the door on their own initiative.
A big anchor is a big anchor, when others are still watching her work and rest. The dedicated player has already thrown himself into the sky, directly in front of Sylvia.
There is no exaggeration in this description. Everyone swears by their hair that this handsome guy with a height of 1.9 meters fell from the twelfth floor. What is amazing is that even if he stumbles from such a high place, he can finally land like a leaf lightly, and even put on a handsome pose with one hand on his forehead.
"Ahem!" The man spat out blood, but his eyes were fixed on Sylvia passing by, "Someone is chasing me, take me to a safe place..."
The player who controls the man is familiar with all kinds of interstellar ABO online texts from ancient times to the present, and chooses the most fresh and refined one among countless beginnings of robbery. He knew too well that an independent woman like Sylvia would take soft things but not strong ones, so it was impossible for her to refuse to save the injured citizens.
As long as Sylvia can take him home to heal his injuries, then he will have the upper hand among so many players, and Sylvia will have no choice but to fall in love with each other for a long time and mess up after drinking.
He is not a group of casual players who only know how to give gifts, he is a master at picking up girls!
Immediately afterwards, he was delighted to find that Sylvia was approaching him, and just as he was about to put the soft jade in his arms, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his neck. Then lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the hospital bed.
Tsk, as expected of a princess, she is not as stupid as other NPCs, and she is still wary of strange men.
"Cough, it's not mine, this NPC is very difficult." The man saluted the barrage, and regained some confidence from the gifts on the screen, "Our plan is still successful, you see, the princess is going to kill me now." Have you been sent to the hospital? As long as I ask her to repay her kindness later, hum."
Just as he was speaking, the nurse came in to take his temperature.
"Well, where is the woman who sent me in? I want to thank her personally." The man said reservedly, with a cold and noble tone.
Unexpectedly, when the nurse heard his words, she gave him a blank look like a plague god:
"You want to be crazy about women, it's fine if you faint from a hangover and fight in the middle of the night, and you can mistake the gender of your savior, tsk tsk, The human heart is not ancient." The
man:?
Barrage:? ? ?
As if confirming the nurse's words, a teenage, infant child came in from the door. While making faces, he handed the receipt to the man.
"The examination and treatment costs are 5,000 star alliance coins. My lady said that if you can't afford it, you can consider joining the construction team of the Empire Bridge. Meals and wages are included. It will be paid off in less than two months."
The author has something to say:
Today, I played an astonishing Otome Unlimited Streaming game, and my brain opened up to change a pre-receipt, but the text got stuck.
After the modification, the thinking is much clearer.
Tomorrow Guaranteed Day Six (kowtow to apologize) This chapter is still the old rule to give out red envelopes.
So I'm still shamelessly pushing my imagination to advance: "This is an Otome Infinite Streaming Novel"
You are Sylvia, the strongest player in this infinite streaming game.
Last week, you were deceived by the Lord God and betrayed your relatives and comrades-in-arms, just for the illusory victory.
This week, you will defeat the main god and bring your cherished teammates with you.
However, the name of your skill this time is a bit special.
It's called Otome Halo.
Everyone who has seen you will approach you, chase you, and support you to overthrow the rule of the main god.
In the same way, they love you madly and obsessively, even if they sacrifice their lives, they fall into the abyss.
You are the only sun in their universe, and everyone wants to have your light for themselves.
And what you have to do is to lead this group of men to break through the space of the Lord God and usher in the final victory.
At the same time, you must also ensure that your strength is always top 1, so as to prevent being blackened by their love and being locked up in a small dark room.
You, can you type he?
[Reading Guide]
Daily updates, the main
heroine is written in the third person in the main text, no stock purchases, the most interesting one is the male
protagonist inspired by the game "Ten Books of Babel", thank you Hongyuan Kami for making such a good game .