Thanks to their chance encounter in the restaurant, and thanks to Jiang Meiling's suggestion, Wei Sushen and Fang Shan followed them back to the Wei family home. Within two days, news of Pei Yang's illness spread.
Everyone was in the living room at the time. Fang Shan and the little fat boy were sharing a bag of snacks. After hearing this, he looked up and said to Wei Sushen, "Since he's a business partner, we should go visit him."
Jiang Meiling, who was watching TV, looked at her son with a strange look. Although Wei Ye did not turn his head, his peripheral vision circled around here.
As parents, they all thought about whether or not to tell the truth about Pei Yang's illness. In the end, they came to the same conclusion: making friends outside is not as important as having friends at home, so they should not undermine their son's self-confidence.
However, Wei Sushen was very self-aware and said calmly, "I'll ask someone to send something over."
Fang Shan heard that he was not planning to pay a visit: "Wouldn't that make us seem insincere?"
The volume of the TV was a little loud, and the heroine in the picture was complaining that after being in love for many years, she had no idea about her boyfriend's true character.
Wei Sushen suddenly asked, "What kind of personality do you think you have?"
Fang Shan answered straightforwardly: "Vengeful, restless, and talking nonsense..."
He spoke dozens of words without taking a breath, and seemed to have signs of continuing.
Wei Sushen interrupted him in time: "Then why do you think Pei Yang is sick?"
Fang Shan thought it over, his slightly furrowed brow revealing that he was truly deliberating. Finally, he concluded, "It was raining that day, so he might have caught a cold."
Hearing this, even Wei Ye turned his head to look at him. Fang Shan was puzzled by the look. The only confused person present was the little fat boy who was just concentrating on eating.
Wei Sushen once thought that the system was a very self-aware person, but now he finally saw clearly that it had two different eyes. One was extremely bright and saw things clearly, while the other eye was completely self-deceiving.
Fang Shan didn't know that the other party was making the latest observation report on him. He continued to eat snacks and took out pickled plums from his pocket from time to time. The fat boy felt a toothache when he saw it, but Wei Sushen couldn't help but move his throat.
You can't keep thinking about it, you have to complete the task as soon as possible.
Wei Sushen reaffirmed this conclusion.
When he returned to the room and mentioned it to Fang Shan, the latter agreed without hesitation, but only put forward an additional condition: "My birthday is in a few days. Wait until it's over before going on the mission."
Wei Sushen was slightly startled: "Birthday?"
Fang Shan nodded, revealing an expectant expression: "It's just a small matter, host, you don't have to take it to heart. Really, there's no need to celebrate for me, no need to prepare gifts, and no need to personally make longevity noodles or anything like that."
“…”
Wei Sushen was silent for a moment: "I have my own plans."
After a while, he asked again: "Why do I feel like I celebrated for you before?"
He has always had a good memory, but when it comes to the system, it's all selective memory. There's no other reason for this. If he remembers everything, one day he will either be driven crazy or pissed off to death.
Fang Shan opened his mouth slightly, as if in surprise, and complained, "If the host doesn't want to celebrate, there's no need to make such excuses."
Wei Sushen couldn't read any other emotions from his expression. He apologized and turned around to write down the date on his phone.
Fang Shan's cold voice drifted to his ears from behind: "Is this a mark?"
Wei Sushen denied it outright: "To prevent myself from forgetting and missing out on celebrating your birthday."
In terms of language skills, he can be considered a master.
After Fang Shan repeatedly said that there was no need to celebrate, Wei Sushen had no choice but to give up his job a few days later.
When Jiang Meiling came downstairs and saw what he was doing, she subconsciously thought that the company was bankrupt. She calmed down and asked, "What are you doing?"
“Longevity noodles.”
Jiang Meiling: "To Fang Shan?"
Wei Sushen nodded and pressed his eyebrows, which were stained with flour and looked a bit funny.
Jiang Meiling suppressed her laughter and said, "Go on." She turned around and stopped again, then asked, "Do you want to celebrate with him?"
She was quite interested in celebrating birthdays, but it seemed that no one in the Wei family liked celebrating birthdays, even the youngest son. Jiang Meiling was a normal person and believed that birthdays should be celebrated with great fanfare.
Wei Sushen shook his head and said something ambiguous: "I have a feeling that this matter is not over yet."
Jiang Meiling didn't understand what he meant at the time, but after she mentioned it to Wei Ye, the latter understood and waved his hand: "We need to go through more trouble."
After a while, Jiang Meiling really saw Wei Sushen waking up early in the morning and being downstairs again.
"What day is this?"
Wei Sushen said sullenly, "It's his birthday."
Jiang Meiling was surprised: "Isn't it over?"
Wei Sushen scowled, "He said the previous days were based on the lunar calendar, but today is the solar calendar."
Although he seriously suspected that Fang Shan couldn't tell the difference between the lunar and solar calendars, and it was only a few days later that he knew it was fake, but when he thought about how he had already cooked a bowl of noodles, he didn't mind having one more bowl.
Jiang Meiling tried very hard not to show a gloating expression, and left after saying "the noodles are cooked well".
On the second floor, the sun is shining brightly, shining through the glass onto my body, making me feel warm.
Fang Shan finished his noodles with satisfaction. From his satisfied expression, it can be inferred that it is unlikely that he will cause trouble in the short term.
Wei Sushen waited until he finished the last mouthful of soup before slowly speaking: "Go and do the mission."
Fang Shan did not raise any further objections.
Since the last program update, the selection bar in my mind has added many new categories, such as shooting, racing, etc.
Wei Sushen was naturally a little hesitant when making the choice. The previous experiences had already revealed one fact: there was no absolute option.
At least the first few worlds seemed to have chosen the safest option, but in reality... haha.
Fang Shan knew what he was thinking and said, "Don't ask for stability, ask for something useful."
Wei Sushen looked at him and vaguely understood what he meant.
Fang Shan: "There are variables everywhere. Since stability is unavoidable, the host can think about what skills he needs to learn."
In this way, you can undoubtedly get rid of many options, such as management, shooting, etc.
Wei Sushen did not make a choice directly, and Fang Shan sat quietly on the side, waiting for his answer, which was rare.
The afternoon sun gradually shifted, and just as it was about to lose its intensity, Wei Sushen finally spoke: "Palace fight."
“…”
Fang Shan blinked twice, looking as if he might not wake up yet and was about to go back to sleep.
Wei Sushen grabbed the corner of his clothes to stop him from pretending to be stupid: "You are very sober."
This time it was Fang Shan's turn to swallow his saliva: "The host is already very strong, there is no need to participate in the palace fight."
Wei Sushen smiled coldly: "I haven't done well enough."
Fang Shan thought about the changes that might have happened to the host after experiencing the palace drama, and refused three times in a row: "Don't even think about it, it's impossible, absolutely not possible."
Seeing that straightforward persuasion was unlikely, Wei Sushen said, "Don't you always believe that fighting with others is endless fun?"
Fang Shan's shoulders trembled slightly.
Wei Sushen sighed, "It's a pity that there weren't many bad people in the previous worlds, and you only cared about harming those with good natures."
Fang Shan licked his lips, and Wei Sushen said calmly, "In the palace, there is only stance, not good or bad."
Fang Shan covered his chest, trying to suppress the excitement inside.
"Don't seduce me," he shouted.
As I said, Fang Shan is a very self-aware person and knows very well what will happen to him after entering the palace.
Wei Sushen suddenly asked, "Have you ever been to the imperial palace before?"
Fang Shan stretched out his hand: "Five times."
Over a long period of time, this is an almost negligible number.
Wei Sushen's heart moved: "What happened?"
Fang Shan was silent for a long while, not knowing what to say. Finally, he said dryly, "I just let myself go a little."
Just a few words give enough room for association.
Wei Sushen asked again: "After you left, was there anyone left alive in the palace?"
Fang Shan nodded repeatedly, as if trying to clear himself of any grievance or prove something: "Of course, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and the world is at peace."
There was suspicion in Wei Sushen's eyes.
Fang Shan: “It’s true.”
This time he blinked while speaking, and Wei Sushen believed it for the time being.
Fang Shan murmured, "I lived in a very exaggerated era, when dozens of small countries fought and annexed each other, and finally became two super dynasties."
Wei Sushen: "Doesn't that mean there will be no peace in the world for a hundred years?"
In the eyes of the emperor, how could he tolerate the country being divided into two?
"No." Fang Shan went back to eating his pickled plums. "We get along very well, intermarrying and trading with each other, and everything is flourishing."
Wei Sushen hesitated slightly: "For the sake of the people of the world?"
Fang Shan said seriously, "After I left, they deeply realized the value of peace."
“…”
After Fang Shan sighed for a while, he said, "Knowing this, does the host still want to participate in the palace fight?"
Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows: "Go."
He had no intention of worrying about the world. After all, the system did not destroy those worlds, so there was no need to worry.
Fang Shan remained calm: "Then go."
Wei Sushen heard the throbbing in his voice and finally reminded him: "Don't go too far."
"Yeah." Fang Shan nodded and responded at an alarming speed.
Wei Sushen took a deep look at him with a complicated look, but said nothing more.
"Wait me a moment."
After saying this, Fang Shan hurried out. After a while, he came back with several incense sticks in his arms.
Wei Sushen instantly knew what he was going to do.
Fang Shan: "I got it from System 333. I think he's been praying to it every day. It might be effective."
He lit two incense sticks and said, "I heard that negatives add up to positives. Let's make a wish together later. I hope that this time when we go through it, we will be a poor little person."
The kind that neither his father nor his mother loves him.
Wei Sushen's wish was basically the same as his.
When the incense was about to burn out, Wei Sushen chose yes on the option of whether to accept the 'teleportation'.
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Before waking up, he could already hear a lot of noises. Wei Sushen felt that he was lying on a very soft mattress.
The things used by the Wei family were already excellent, and the pillow he used and the quilt he covered himself with were obviously of even better quality.
What a great combination of two negatives equals a positive!
“666.”
However, no matter how he called out, Fang Shan didn't say a word. Wei Sushen suddenly realized that things might be worse than he had imagined.
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