Chapter 99: Technologies that can be taken away, even with a very small population...

Even in the sparsely populated Bubble World, delays can occur when the authorities process various procedures and documents.

"No office hours now, come early this afternoon." Looking at the clock, which still had half an hour before the end of the workday, Sang Zhitao gritted her teeth and said nothing.

"Never mind, let's go get something to eat first." Mingming seemed unfazed by the situation and tugged at Sang Zhitao's sleeve as they walked to a small shop outside.

"Judging from this, who knows what kind of trouble they'll cause this afternoon?" Sang Zhitao sighed as she watched the staff member leave the administration hall with an arrogant demeanor.

Mingming shook her head with a wry smile: "What can we do? Let her be."

"Can't we record a video and post it online?" Sang Zhitao frowned.

Mingming was somewhat surprised: "Where would I post this online? Nobody's going to see it, right?"

Sang Zhitao was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.

When she wrote this book, she didn't know what Weibo was, so she described the online world in an extremely simplistic way.

Thinking of this, her eyes lit up, and she immediately explained the concept of Weibo.

Mingming was excited when she heard this, but after a while, she hesitated and said, "Do you really think this can succeed?"

Sang Zhitao stroked her chin: "I think it will work. Staying at home every day, the only things we do to pass the time are read books and watch TV. I think that with a social platform, we can definitely communicate and pass the time better."

Mingming nodded: "Then should we make a website?"

Sang Zhitao was taken aback and hesitated for a moment before saying, "The two of us? Is that possible? You're a nurse, and I'm a doctor. Neither of us knows anything about the internet."

Mingming patted his chest: "You don't need to worry about it, I'll handle it."

“…Alright, you can try it first. I have some money here if you need it.” Sang Zhitao could only nod after hearing this.

Mingming replied with a smile, "Don't worry, money is not a problem."

Sang Zhitao opened her mouth, but choked.

Mingming is a wealthy girl living in the central area of ​​the underage district, while the original owner of this body was an orphan living in the outskirts. If the original owner hadn't helped Mingming when they were in school, the two probably wouldn't have become friends.

Seeing her like this, Mingming couldn't help but explain, "My brother started a company, but there are already several mature companies in the search engine market, and forums aren't very interesting, so he wants to find a new way. He's been worrying about it lately, and your idea is exactly what he's looking for."

After hearing this, Sang Zhitao suddenly realized that although there was no description of this older brother in the book, she had become accustomed to such a sudden appearance of a stranger after experiencing the background being automatically filled in many times.

However, considering the setting of the bubble world, Sang Zhitao still asked curiously, "Why do you have an older brother?"

Mingming paused, a look of panic flashing across her face: "Ah... well... he's the older brother I knew from school."

Seeing her hesitate as she spoke, Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing across her face. She wanted to ask Mingming a question, but seeing her completely absorbed in the food, oblivious to everything around her, Sang Zhitao pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before finally deciding not to ask.

Mingming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw out of the corner of his eye that she had given up asking questions and started eating the food.

After finishing their meal, the two returned to the administration hall.

It was the same arrogant staff member from lunchtime. He raised an eyebrow, glanced sideways at Sang Zhitao, and asked in a displeased tone, "What do you want?"

"Hello, I'm here to pick up the business license for Street 46, which is for the business of 'Bubble Doctor'." Sang Zhitao politely handed over the prepared doctor's license and identification to the other party.

The man curled his lip and suddenly pulled the object away. The action was so fast that Sang Zhitao didn't have time to react and her hand hit the glass window.

The staff member gave her a disapproving once-over and snorted, "You're filthy."

Seeing the young man's disdainful look, Sang Zhitao felt an itch to grab an iron rod and swing it at him, just like in the pirate world.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, ignored the other party, and waited for them to help her get the sign.

“Colorful Bubbles…” The young man glanced at her sideways, his brows furrowed, and tossed the documents over. “Colorful Bubbles isn’t handled here.”

Sang Zhitao subconsciously looked up at the sign with the name on it. Seeing that it did not say that colored bubbles could not be processed, she looked down at the man and said, "It does not say that colored bubbles cannot be processed here."

"I said no, and that's final." The man said, hanging up the "Business Suspended" sign and running back to the back office.

Before long, his laughter and chatter could be heard coming from the office.

Sang Zhitao gritted her teeth, staring intently at the office, a long-dormant urge to destroy rising within her.

Fortunately, Mingming was already used to the efficiency of government officials, and tugged at Sang Zhitao's sleeve: "You'll get used to it, no rush."

Seeing that Sang Zhitao remained unmoved, she simply pulled Sang Zhitao to sit down in the rest area on the side: "Never mind, I'll go ask first, you take a break."

Sang Zhitao nodded, touched her wrist to feel her pulse, and frowned deeply.

"That's not right..."

She licked her lips, looked at the window where she had just been, and felt her suppressed destructive urges reignite.

Sang Zhitao quickly pinched her thumb and forefinger, using the pain to suppress the anger that was rising within her.

“Strange…” she murmured softly.

The book "Angel in a Bubble" is not long in its original form, just a short story of a few hundred thousand words. The story structure is also very simple. It tells the story of An, who is a colorful bubble, from being disliked and questioned by her neighbors to being accepted by them, and then the story of their happy reunion.

The style was also the warm, fresh, and lighthearted style that was popular at the time.

In the world of pirates, she killed for the first time and accepted the intense destructive urge within her.

But after leaving that world, she never had that same urge again in the subsequent gem worlds.

After communicating with the base staff, it was determined that the environment is a very important influencing factor.

Like the pirate world, a world full of passionate battles, adventures, and killings, she would automatically adjust her mindset, adapt to the environment, and become someone who is not afraid of killing, and even enjoys killing.

Even though the world of gems also has its share of punishments and killings, the overall environment is simple and peaceful, so the situation of the pirate world never reappeared.

Can……

Sang Zhitao felt her pulse, feeling utterly perplexed.

She actually developed murderous intent in a lighthearted and heartwarming slice-of-life story like "Angel in a Bubble".

Looking around at the peaceful environment and the smiling people, she really couldn't understand how such an environment could arouse her destructive desires.

"An'an." Before she could figure it out, Mingming interrupted her train of thought.

"What's wrong?" Sang Zhitao put aside the worry that had just welled up in her heart and looked at Mingming with curiosity.

Mingming leaned closer to her and whispered, "I just asked around, and this guy seems to have quite a background. He's also an extreme colorist. I guess you won't be able to get it done through him."

Sang Zhitao frowned and pursed her lips: "Then what should we do?"

Mingming looked around before lowering her voice and saying, "I asked him, and he'll be off work in three days. We can come then."

Sang Zhitao subconsciously recalled the original work she had read.

In the original novel, the female protagonist did not experience this kind of predicament. However, after hearing Mingming's words, Sang Zhitao suspected that the day the original protagonist came to handle the matter was probably the day this man was off.

"How lucky..."

"Huh?" Hearing her subconscious murmur, Mingming looked at Sang Zhitao curiously.

Sang Zhitao shook her head: "I mean, I'm really unlucky."

Mingming didn't doubt it after hearing it, and nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

Before Sang Zhitao could say anything more, Mingming said directly, "Forget it, let's go back first."

Back on 46th Street, Mingming hesitated for a moment before saying to Sang Zhitao, "Are you really not coming with me to see my brother?"

Sang Zhitao shook her head: "Never mind, I'll get the things ready for the opening first."

Seeing that she really didn't want to leave, Mingming could only nod and turn to leave.

After turning on the opaque mode, Sang Zhitao lay on the bed, looking at the round room, feeling somewhat helpless.

I've already missed three months of the storyline. The uncle next door, who was supposed to die from Bubble Disease, passed away three months ago.

The neighbor girl, who had been suffering from a chronic bubble disease, was taken away by someone two months ago.

"This isn't good..." Sang Zhitao sighed. She suspected that the reason she returned to Earth was to treat Bubble, but now that she didn't have an industry mark, she couldn't treat the patients.

"And where will the fragments of this world be?" Thinking back to the previous worlds, the fragments of each world were in special places, and they would only appear when the plot was coming to an end.

In this story, the original owner never left 46th Street in his entire life, yet there was nowhere there to hide even a fragment.

Suddenly sitting up, Sang Zhitao stared at the computer screen, her eyes slightly narrowed, and muttered to herself, "What is truly useful in this world?"

Every world brings something unique to Earth, whether it's fragments from the fairy world, technology from the robot world, artifacts from the pirate world, or gems from the gem world, all of which have a significant impact on Earth.

But this world is too peaceful and ordinary, and there is nothing it can bring to the earth.

She instinctively walked to the computer, opened one of the world's largest online forums, and browsed through the daily posts.

Until a post appeared in front of her.

"The daily life of a junk collector making bubble models by hand".

“Bubble model…” Sang Zhitao bit her lip, clicked into the post, and looked at the poster’s comments page by page.

Until the statement, "Its properties are completely comparable to those of natural bubbles."

Her eyes lit up, and she turned to search for the characteristics of the model bubble.

Looking at the list of labels such as self-generated oxygen, brain-controlled flight, waterproof, fireproof, electrical-proof, and compressible, her eyes shone even brighter.

Instead, I quickly searched for tutorials on how to make bubble models by hand.

Looking at those words that seemed like gibberish, she felt dizzy and subconsciously began to doubt whether she could actually write them.