[Exclusive from Jinjiang] The intelligent world is fascinating

After graduating from university, Luo Shiqin was not in a hurry to find a job.

Compared with other graduates of the same age, Luo Shiqin's newly-released resume is filled out completely. If she wants to apply for a certain position, she only needs to fill in the social practice she has done in the past four years that corresponds to the job requirements.

but……

The black lines were divided neatly on the white paper, leaving only a small space for the color photo for Luo Shiqin.

She raised her head and looked out the French window.

It is now 9 o'clock in the evening. The sun in the sky has already set. There is not a trace of color left in the night sky. Today is still a rainy day. Wherever Luo Shiqin looks, not even a single star has escaped from the clouds. There is only a bottomless darkness.

The thing in my hand vibrated several times, and finally made a crisp prompt sound.

Luo Shiqin leaned against the window and looked down.

[Huh, I've been so busy lately, and finally I have some free time. ]

It was sent by a pen pal. Her pen name has been gaining quite a lot of traffic recently. Sometimes when I’m out strolling around, I can see promotions for her new works on the screens around me.

[You haven't slept yet?] The pen pal asked excitedly, [What's fun recently?]

Luo Shiqin sighed, and then looked at the person on the other end of the phone who kept sending her many emoticons. She could only pick up her phone and send a picture of "Newton is watching you", successfully stopping her pen pal's nighttime visitor madness.

As expected, the physics devil was suppressed by this emoticon for a few seconds, and finally typed obediently.

[You have graduated, right? Have you ever thought about returning to writing? ]

The pen pal tapped the keyboard alertly and quickly added: [You said before that you would think about it after you graduated. I remember that the graduation ceremony was held the day before yesterday? ]

Didn’t you say you were very busy? How come you remember it so clearly?

Luo Shiqin leaned her back against the cold handrail, her expression helpless.

[Don't fool me, I'm not easy to fool! ] The pen pal who has finished his recent affairs now said confidently, [I just happen to have a lot of time recently, do you want to chat with me? ]

[Come to think of it, why didn't you write before? College should be pretty easy, and it seems like you've been constantly adding material to your library, so you should be able to write a hundred or eighty books by now, right?]

[…One hundred and eighty? Are you serious?]

[Of course! You are a tentacle monster that can travel at 6,000 km/h!]

The tentacle monster didn't answer and threw an emoticon to you.

[Why are you suppressing me with emoticons again!] The pen pal on the other end of the Internet felt aggrieved and sent a few emoticons of kittens on an airplane in an attempt to make Luo Shiqin feel guilty.

After a while, she sent another message:

[I remember you wrote a novel before in which the protagonist gained fame and honor after a disaster was resolved?]

Did I write it?

Luo Shiqin read these words and began to doubt her memory.

She squinted her eyes and searched her brain for a long time before finally finding the relevant memory.

[That's just an outline, and,] she typed slowly, [You know better than me what is meant by "thinking is coding", right?]

A pen pal who has 800 ideas a day but never writes down any of them: …

[Aaaaaah!] She sent an angry message, then pounded the keyboard again and again, with a feeling of gritting her teeth, [So you are a rip-off?!]

Luo Shiqin: [I haven’t even started the game yet, how can I call it a game? ]

[What about me! I, a weak little kitten, fell into your big pit, and you have the heart to let me stay at the bottom of the pit forever? ! ] The pen pal said in disbelief, [The little kitten will starve to death! ]

[The little kitty can’t do that,] Luo Shiqin smiled and typed out the cruel words, [The little kitty can produce and sell its own products.]

Penpal: ...

This woman is so cruel!

[No, you really don’t plan to write?] My pen pal couldn’t understand, [What a good material, and you can write a lot, even if the routine is the same, there are still many side stories that can be developed.]

[Didn’t I say this before? Because the protagonist only wants a stable life. Compared to the ups and downs of the novel plot, the protagonist prefers the plain but warm daily life. ]

【Boring（Little Madman.jpg）】

Luo Shiqin laughed: [You gave the same evaluation as before. ]

She thought about it and added a few words of comfort: [Readers have different tastes. Some like the ups and downs of the plot, while others like the warm and daily life. There is no need to worry too much. Maybe in your opinion, the story has no end, but in the eyes of another person, the story stopping here is already the best ending.]

[I know what you mean.] The pen pal didn't make a joke this time, but just said, [But the problem is not that I want to see... Well, I do want to see the next story, after all, what you said is really interesting.]

[What are you going to do next? Are you going to give up being a writer?]

[It's not that serious. Besides, as long as I'm still writing, there's no way I'm going to give up this profession. Am I not collecting materials? ]

[Then you are outputting... What's the matter with just inputting? ]

【It’s not time yet.】

[……] The pen pal on the other end of the Internet took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, [Tell me the truth, have you been to a temple for further study recently? ]

【Why are you just telling such nonsense! 】

Luo Shiqin laughed dumbly.

[But seriously,] the lower right corner of her pen pal's computer started beeping again, so she could only hastily throw out a sentence, [If there's anything I can help you with, I'll be there the first time!]

After the chat, the pen pal returned to his work, and Luo Shiqin walked into the bathroom at home.

The weather has suddenly turned cooler recently, dropping from nearly 30 degrees to 16 degrees. When Luo Shiqin was strolling on the street before, she was drenched by the sudden heavy rain.

After subconsciously recording her feelings about the sudden rainstorm as a living material, she walked into the nearest store to take shelter from the rain.

This is a flower shop. There are two pots of green radish and several branches of rich bamboo at the door of the shop. If you look inside, you will find a sanctuary of flowers.

When she peeked out, the owner happened to be walking out of the store.

"It's raining heavily outside?" she kindly reminded him. After all, the other person had nothing in his hands. It was impossible for him to go out in the rain like her, right?

The shop owner smiled and nodded, then responded: "I'm not going out, I'm just here to pick up this kid."

The little guy refers to a large iron cage placed on the left side of the store. The green iron cage was hidden among the green radishes. The dense branches and leaves prevented Luo Shiqin from noticing the little guy inside at first.

It was a little cat, with orange and white stripes that looked like a plate of freshly baked tiger rolls.

The kitten was curled up in the cage, sleeping soundly.

The rainstorm came suddenly, and although the cats in the cage did not get wet, the store owner was worried that the kittens might be suffering from stress, so he rushed out and moved the cage inside the store.

However, even after the cage was moved in, the cat was still fast asleep. Luo Shiqin had observed that the little fellow would at most open his eyes when the shop owner reached out to pick up the cage, then yawn and fall asleep again.

Luo Shiqin: ...How can you sleep like this?

She is a little strange.

"Would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers?" The shop owner grunted as he moved the basket in. He then turned around and asked, "We just got some gardenias today. They smell really good."

Every corner of the shop filled with bouquets of flowers exudes fragrance. You can smell different floral scents by slightly moving your steps or angles. What's particularly rare is that the owner of the shop has divided different areas according to the intensity of the floral scent, so that the store will not be mixed with a mixed aroma that will harm your nose.

"Is it okay to put the cat in there?"

Small animals have a more sensitive sense of smell than humans. Luo Shiqin has often seen cats as big as cats dive into flowers to catch butterflies, and then run out in shame, sneezing wildly.

"It's okay. There are no flowers in it, just a few pots of green plants." The shop owner saw that she was a little worried, then smiled and said, "Do you like cats?"

It would be better to say that she is very popular with cats.

As long as she squatted on the cat-sized lawn, every now and then a cat would come out from the corner and rub her trouser legs.

"It's okay, it's cute."

So the store owner said that the cat in the cage was born to the older cat at home, and there were several litters before that, which were sent away one after another. This one was returned because it could sleep more than its brothers and sisters, and was mistakenly thought to be unhealthy.

Luo Shiqin: …

Is there really a cat that can sleep so well?

"Do you want to keep a cat?" the shop owner asked. She turned around and looked at the kitten she had placed in the cage. "It's very obedient."

"Don't you want to keep it for yourself?"

The shop owner sighed, "My daughter was the one who had the cat before, but she...went abroad. I'm allergic to cat hair, so I really can't keep such a small cat."

But Luo Shiqin had no plans to raise a kitten, so she could only decline the offer: "Please help me get a pot of gardenias."

Now the pot of gardenia is placed on the small reading table on the balcony at home, emitting a faint fragrance.

Luo Shiqin scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face, then looked at herself in the mirror.

The white light was radiating heat above my head, and the light it cast down made the water droplets on the mirror sparkle. The girl in the mirror had messy shoulder-length hair, and the falling hair just half covered the silver vertical line at her throat.

She raised her hand, placed it on her throat, and pressed it with a little force.

No eyes were opened, nothing happened.

But Luo Shiqin knew that as the abilities she could use increased, this lightning eye also underwent changes that she was not yet aware of.

Is this... a good thing or a bad thing?

If the novel continues to develop in the order it is written, something strange will probably happen in the near future.

Ten days had passed since she left the Misty Town. Calculating the time, it shouldn't be long before she sees the title of the book "Anomaly Life" again...

"well."

Luo Shiqin finally sighed and put her hands on the sink with a helpless expression.

Although she told her pen pal that "the protagonist of the story returns to a peaceful life in the end", how do you think that as the prototype, her future life will be full of ups and downs that are visible to the naked eye?

It didn’t seem like a big deal when I was in school, but now that I’ve graduated and am preparing to look for a job, if I find some weird life-changing book titles at work, such as “The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me” or “Return to the Workplace: Business War”… Don’t do that!

She is not ready for complete social death!

Luo Shiqin got up, combed her hair, washed up briefly, and then went back to bed to rest.

Go to bed early, get up tomorrow morning and go to the commercial street to look for job openings.

The above is a summary of what happened before Luo Shiqin woke up.

The girl suddenly sat up from the bed, her flying hair blocking her vision. When Luo Shiqin pushed the hair away from her eyes——

"What the hell...what's going on?"

"Welcome to get up. It took you thirteen seconds to get up today, which is faster than 99 percent of the population in the country." The first strange thing that Luo Shiqin saw before floated to the window of Luo Shiqin's room, and then the curtain was slowly and evenly pulled open, revealing the scene outside the window.

"ocean?"

Ms. Luo sat on the bed and pinched her palm. The pain was immediately fed back to her brain, and then Luo Shiqin jumped up from the bed and ran to the French window.

She opened her eyes wide, looked out the window at the blue sea, coconut trees and silver-white beach in the distance, and made a sound of disbelief.

"After analyzing a lot of data, I have selected the latest seaside window view for you." The little mechanical ball said politely, "Are you satisfied with the window view today?"

Luo Shiqin:?

"Shopping?" she repeated. "Window view?"

Little Robot Ball: "I've detected that your heart rate is increasing. Do I need to prepare a morning checkup for you?"

"No, not necessary." Luo Shiqin refused subconsciously, then regained her composure and began to think about the current situation.

Most likely it was caused by the book of unusual life.

Having experienced this several times, Luo Shiqin quickly found the target.

First, identify the main characters.

Then, we can identify the type of life book by comparing the updates of the main text and the copywriting, and then observe the comments in the comment section...

"Ms. Luo, it's already 8:07."

On the electronic display screen on the small mechanical ball, crystal blue photoelectric components formed a digital clock, which appeared in front of Luo Shiqin's eyes.

"There will be a new book launch at 10 a.m. in the downtown conference hall and we need your participation, Ms. Luo."

Luo Shiqin was still thinking with her forehead half covered. When she heard this, she said "No".

"If this is your decision," the little mechanical ball seemed to have its CPU running madly, and then issued a mechanical prompt sound, "I will transfer you to the editorial team and cancel the new book launch..."

"etc!!"

Luo Shiqin's eyes widened: "Whose new book launch is this?!"

"Of course it's your new book launch, Ms. Luo."

She was really excited.

Turning her eyes away from the small mechanical ball, Luo Shiqin stood barefoot on the ground, looking at the surrounding environment that looked like her home yet not her home, with an expressionless face.

When I woke up, I became a great writer.

New copy!