Chapter 43: Using your brain too much will lead to Aba Aba's reality plot...
It is very hot in southern cities in October. The air conditioner in the car is turned on and blows directly towards my head.
The car windows were covered with black privacy film, and the scenery outside seemed to have faded, depressing and gloomy, making people feel suffocated.
It was probably just a strange feeling of being cold and stuffy.
Chu Xiuyan was shivering in the cold wind, and he pulled the back of the front seat and whispered, "Uncle, turn up the temperature. It's so cold."
Chu Wenxi looked forward, his hands? placed on the steering wheel, his back? straight, his lips slightly parted, and he said coldly: "03, increase the air conditioning temperature by 5 degrees."
Two seconds later, a flat electronic sound was heard in the car.
"Yes, sir."
Chu Xiuyan followed up: "03, connect my Bluetooth and play the playlist."
No response?
"03?"
Still no response?
“Artificial retardation.”
Still no response?
Chu Xiuyan muttered a lot, but Chu Wenxi didn't even blink?
"Shut up and don't bother me while I'm driving."
Chu Xiuyan calmed down and moved to a place where he could not be seen by the rearview mirror, then said to the system: [Brother Tongzi, you are really amazing.]
System: [Don't talk to me, I'm afraid of disturbing your uncle. ]
Chu Xiuyan: [? ]
There was a red light ahead and the car slowly stopped.
Chu Wenxi didn't know what he was thinking about. His eyes were slightly deep. His fingertips tapped the steering wheel, but his sight was always on the red light countdown in front of him. He asked, "The young man who came down with you earlier? A senior from the same department? How is your relationship?"
"You use your brain cells too much, right? You'll be able to make a lot of noises." Chu Xiuyan complained, and then replied: "We met for the first time today, and I felt that he was a very gentle type, and it was easy to get along with him... This statement is so weird."
He scratched his hair? For a moment, he couldn't figure out what was wrong, but then he gave up and asked directly: "Is there something wrong with him?"
Chu Wenxi: "Compared to your imaginary friend, I would rather you interact with more living people."
System: [Hmph!]
Chu Xiuyan couldn't care less? The comfort system keenly noticed Chu Wenxi's abnormality.
In his impression, his uncle rarely spoke in such an ambiguous way.
"You know Fang Sinian."
Chu Xiuyan smiled brilliantly as if he had discovered something new, and immediately jumped behind the driver's seat, leaning his head over and excitedly said, "To be precise, you have learned about Fang Sinian through observation or from some sources, and have determined that he is not an ordinary person, but you don't have the right clues to prove the doubts about him, so you can only give an ambiguous answer like this."
Chu Wenxi turned his head and glanced at the black head next to him. His eyes fluctuated slightly. He snorted from his throat and sighed, "Why can't your IQ stay at this level?"
Chu Xiuyan tilted his head, "It's said that if you use your brain cells too much, you will become clumsy."
System translation: [Continuous idiot, and then a smart person. 】
[But it turns out that there really is something strange about Fang Sinian. I thought it was just my illusion...]
Chu Xiuyan spent a second thinking about the question, then gave up, [Is his brother a policeman? ]
"Fang Sinian's brother is a policeman. Even if he has any ideas, it is unlikely to affect the people around him. But it's best not to get too close to him. Do you understand?"
Chu Xiuyan: "Okay."
Inwardly? : [Look, look again. ]
It was exactly 7:50 when we arrived at Xijiang University.
There are still ten minutes left before class.
Chu Xiuyan sprinted quickly according to the system's command. Chu Wenxi followed closely behind. When he saw the boy about to cross an intersection and then turn back, he narrowed his eyes silently.
This morning, there was a theory class. There was a girl standing at the door of the classroom. She was looking around anxiously. When she saw the black-haired boy climbing up the stairs, she quickly said, "You are classmate Chu!"
Chu Xiuyan was about to reply, but the moment his eyes met, the girl's face flushed.
"Who are you--"
Lin Jie instantly recalled the "Disaster Rebellion" fan she met in the hospital half a month ago... Actually, she didn't remember him very clearly. The thing that impressed her most was that he was very indifferent when reading comics, and that he could kill the knife-wielding criminal who attacked from behind while sitting in a wheelchair.
Also, the real person is completely different from the photo.
Chu Xiuyan also recognized Lin Jie and chatted with her for a few words. Just then, the class bell rang and the old professor walked into the classroom. He then quieted down and struggled to focus on the class.
This class is about Western art history. The old professor is humorous and funny. He throws in a few jokes from time to time, making the atmosphere more lively.
"... Throughout the history of the world, the development of culture and art is more or less related to mythology. For example, the Venus of Willendorf appeared in the Paleolithic Age in the West. In the eyes of people at that time, the worship of the goddess was similar to the witchcraft-like prayer for reproduction, which means that one must first [ask] before one can [believe]..."
Chu Xiuyan paused slightly.
Lin Jie was successfully persuaded by him and went to sit with her friends early.
He was sitting in the corner near the back door, in the second to last row. Now there was a noise in the last row, and someone was sitting behind him.
"Because there is a desire, there is faith. So it can also be said that [God] was born because of [man]. Doesn't that make sense?"
Fang Sinian, whom he had just met more than ten minutes ago, sat in the back, his chin resting on his hand and staring at the back of the black head in front of him. There was still a smile in his amber eyes, soft and gentle, without any aggression.
Chu Xiuyan turned around and asked him, "Are you a theist?"
Fang Sinian seemed to have heard something that was difficult to understand. He was surprised for a moment and said with a smile, "How is that possible? I am an atheist. If I really believe in something, it can only be Marxism."
Chu Xiuyan said "Oh" and turned back to listen to the old professor's lecture. As if noticing his impatience, Fang Sinian stopped talking and listened attentively. When the class was about to end, he left quietly.
Chu Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief. [I feel cheated. I hate those mysterious riddlers the most. Damn!]
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
System: [That's great, forget about that person. The abridged version of the comic is here for you, take a look?]
【look! 】
Chu Xiuyan's attention was diverted, and after reading the new version of 30 episodes sent by the system, he fell into deep thought.
【Hmm, has anything changed? 】
System Indifference: [Changed, used a little filter rendering to reduce the visual horror. ]
[…Why? Why use a word like horror?]
Chu Xiuyan grumbled in dissatisfaction, and then sent the edited version to the editor of the publishing house.
The other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time and it showed that it had been received.
The system has begun to stir? Trying to use some special means? [I am watching him. ]
About five minutes later, the editor sent a publishing contract and reminded: [Teacher Lingyi, please take a look at this contract. If you are satisfied, please sign it and send me the volume title and cover as soon as possible. The first volume has 30 chapters and should be divided into two volumes. If it is printed this month, it is expected to be available in mid-to-late November.]
The system quickly flipped through the contract: [Old-brand publishing houses are big. The royalties are calculated based on sales volume, and the royalty rate is 10%. For a newcomer with no reputation, this should be considered an A-level contract.]
Chu Xiuyan: [Oh oh oh oh oh! ]
He naturally believed in his own father, but he also felt that the editor seemed very anxious.
The system opened multiple operations, searched the Internet, and said: [This publishing house is famous for its youth comics, but in recent years, with the booming development of online comics, the decline of paper books, and the change of public tastes, it has gradually declined. Maybe it found that "Disaster Counterattack" is very popular on the Internet, but it is not willing to change its feelings, so it came here to try to change the status quo with this book. 】
Just as the system said, the editor discussed the publishing details with Chu Xiuyan at an extremely fast speed. The two sides had a very pleasant exchange. The initial print run was 20,000, with the author's autograph? One thousand copies, and they hoped to send it to the publishing house before the end of the month.
Chu Xiuyan: […One thousand signatures? ? !]
He paused and howled: [Tong Dad——]
The system lights a cigarette: [Don't call me, I don't have a physical body.]
A few minutes later, he logged into the author's backstage and published the publication announcement. When he typed the title of the next volume, [Advent], he inexplicably felt a strange feeling.
Soon, a lot of cheers appeared in the comment section.
[Living people! Living authors! Yay!!]
[Published!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh finally I don’t have to lick the screen anymore?! ]
[Big? Big?! Are there any gifts? Please! Give me a? Two-meter illustration! ]
[I want to buy three copies! One to read, one to keep, and one to show off]
[“Coming”? Does it mean the coming of God, or the appearance of the protagonist? Also? Or both?]
The experience on the first day at school was pretty good. I had lunch in the cafeteria at noon, and when I went back in the afternoon, I saw Chu Wenxi again at the school gate.
"Don't you have to go to work?" Chu Xiuyan asked with his head down.
Chu Wenxi glanced at him and said, "I'm the boss."
hateful!
He was only picked up and dropped off by adults when he was in primary school!
After class the next day, Chu Wenxi took me to the company for a physical examination.
Although it is called a company, it is actually a large research room not far from the bustling area.
After being checked by various precision instruments for two hours, Chu Xiuyan was in a state of panic as if he had lost his soul.
Chu Wenxi looked at the inspection report and fell into a long period of thought.
Chu Xiuyan was sitting on the sofa? Browsing the forum.
The publication has already sparked heated discussions in the forum.
"Please, since it's already been published, can you make a formal book?"
"After serializing for more than a month, I suddenly discovered that the author is alive!"
"It's all published in real life, so the animation should be around the corner, right? (Rubbing hands? Hands?)"
Chu Xiuyan was at a loss: [Is "Disaster Rebellion" very popular? ]
The system was speechless: [You have no idea that this book has been on the front page for a month? Half a month? ]
Chu Xiuyan said confidently: [After all, it is embarrassing to always pay attention to the popularity of the works you have personally participated in! ]
He was arguing with the system over here, while Chu Wenxi was thinking about something in front of the computer over there. His back was straight, and the edge of his glasses was flashing with a cold light, and it was hard to tell what was in his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Wenxi turned around and said to him, "You are fine, you can leave now."
Chu Xiuyan slammed the table heavily: "No way? No way!"
The system slowly typed out a question mark.
Chu Wenxi added without changing his expression: "You've been feeling irritated lately, why don't you go back? Go eat something light."
Chu Xiuyan was satisfied, and then he took a few steps to Chu Wenxi's side, glanced at the several inspection reports on the table, and said: [System, can you see anything? ]
The system is silent.
【system? 】
The system's voice was trembling: [Host, for an ordinary human to fully recover from a broken bone...it would take at least three? months. I helped you keep it a secret in the hospital, but the artificial intelligence here...seems, really, a little strange, it prevented my interference.]
Chu Xiuyan: [Fuck! ]
System: [Fuck! ]
Chu Xiuyan almost didn't dare to meet Chu Wenxi's eyes. He turned around stiffly and said, "I don't seem to understand hahahaha, then I'll go first. Uncle, you get busy hahaha..."
He ran to the door, opened it, went out, turned around and closed the door, all in one go.
But unexpectedly, Chu Wenxi never called him. As if he really didn't notice anything, he just sat on the swivel chair and watched him leave quietly.
After the door was closed, he returned his gaze to the table and said calmly, "03, record the failed extraction of the blood-red substance into a secret file numbered S-1. Only I can open it."
An electronic sound echoed in the silent air.
"Yes, sir."
…
How did the following days go? Very uneasy. On Thursday, Chu Wenxi said he was busy and asked Chu Xiuyan to go to school by himself.
When he returned to the apartment at night, Chu Xiuyan finally breathed a sigh of relief when the system said the cooling time was over and he could go to the wasteland world.
"Big? Uncle——"
The vision went dark and bright again, and he returned to the bedroom of the A3 base headquarters. The black-haired boy quickly got up from the bed, jumped out of the window, and climbed directly to the temporary office on the fourth floor.
It was just dawn in the wasteland world. A huge golden pillar stood outside the base. The light was already dim, but it still exuded a strong deterrent force.
Chu Xiuyan found Zhang Chun's office and discovered that the uncle was still working inside, so he knocked on the window from outside, causing the other party to turn around alertly, and then he saw the black-haired boy clinging to the window like a spider.
Zhang Chun: “…”
He sighed helplessly and walked towards the window. He noticed that the boy's breath had created white mist on the glass, obscuring his expression, but his arms waving up and down clearly revealed his impatience.
"Big? - Uncle - let me in -"
Zhang Chun unlocked the door and pushed open the window.
The black-haired boy outside jumped into the house with a chill, and then followed Zhang Chun and began to complain. First, he said he had a nightmare, and then he said that it was best for each other to have private space. It was normal for everyone to have secrets. He spoke very quickly and jumped very fast.
At this moment, Zhang Chun recalled the scene when they first met. Just like then, he sat behind his desk and continued to handle official business, while quietly listening to the boy's complaints. When the other party was thirsty and started looking for water to drink, he handed him the mineral water in the drawer.
Chu Xiuyan gulped down a few gulps of water and instantly became more awake. His attention returned to the present, and he noticed the dark circles under Zhang Chun's eyes. He asked, "Uncle, are you still awake, or did you just get up?"
"I've been a bit busy with work lately." Zhang Chun pinched his brows and sighed, "It's been three days and Jing Heng hasn't come back yet. He doesn't reply to messages either. I guess he doesn't want to come back to work."
Chu Xiuyan looked for the nearest chair, but found it was too far away, so he simply sat on the table, swinging his legs and said, "Then I'll go tie him back? Come on, do you have a location?"
"That's true, but you don't fight? Does that count as a few more days of rest?"
Chu Xiuyan: "I feel very healthy and can go out and play."
Zhang Chun laughed, and suddenly realized something, hesitantly asked: "Have you grown a little taller?"
Chu Xiuyan opened his eyes wide, looking even more surprised than Zhang Chun.
[Can this body grow taller?!]
The system was at a loss: [I don’t know! ]
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