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Chapter 4 What is this book for?Can I eat it?

At this moment when life and death may not be in his hands, Gan Jing should have been serious, tense and earnest.

But the sudden appearance of the mosaic made him a little emotionally broken. Gan Jing felt like being pulled by the yellow-haired young man and asked in a low voice if he wanted to buy a film.

After taking a few deep breaths, the little security guard opened his eyes and saw that it was sunny outside the duty room, what a big sunny day.

"What do you think?"

Gan Jing was startled by the sudden sound from beside him, and when he looked back, it was Uncle Zhang who had quietly walked beside him.

Maybe he was thinking about something and didn't notice it, Gan Jing pondered for a while, then casually replied: "A ring."

What do you think - ferrules.

Real answers, with not-so-real consequences.

Uncle Zhang saw that Gan Jing's expression turned pale suddenly, and the flesh on his face suddenly tightened and then loosened. He couldn't help wondering: "Gan Jing, I don't think you are quite right today. Are you sick? If not, go back and rest first. I will carry it for you."

Gan Jing managed to recover, looked at Uncle Zhang's concerned eyes, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll sit down. Uncle Zhang, go on patrol. I'm just thinking about when to get paid."

Shaking his head and walking out of the duty room, Uncle Zhang didn't know what was going on with this kid, anyway, he didn't look like he was worried about his salary.

In the duty room, after Gan Jing said the word "circle", the illusory scene in his mind suddenly moved, the figure holding the circle threw the circle out, and the system's attention suddenly decreased 40.

Immediately, he got a message in his mind - to get a copy of "Leslie Cheung's Acting Experience (Random)".

what is this?
A big question mark appeared in Gan Jing's heart, hesitating whether to "eat" it according to the prompt in his mind, he had also played online games before, and felt that this thing was probably a skill point or something.

It's just... he couldn't help hesitating when he thought of the destruction he said before.

Just as he was hesitating, the door of the duty room was pushed open, and Uncle Zhang walked in with a smile on his face.

"Gan Jing, here, here you are."

When Gan Jing saw Uncle Zhang handing over a small stack of glowing red Grandpa Mao, he couldn't help being surprised: "This is it?"

"Salary, haha, I think it's not easy for young people, so I'll ask the team leader for the salary first." Uncle Zhang stuffed the money into Gan Jing's hand, and said, "There are a lot of expenses in the city, but don't mess around." Flowers. Save some every month, and gradually more. Do you hear me?"

Just mentioning something casually, Uncle Zhang was so relieved, Gan Jing knew that Captain Liao was not a talkative person, and if he asked for money from him, he would definitely be looked down upon and ridiculed by him.

Slowly putting the money into his pocket, Gan Jing nodded: "Uncle, I will not spend this money carelessly."

"That's good. You are on duty here. I'll go to the east square." Uncle Zhang patted the little security guard on the shoulder and walked out of the duty room.

Sitting on the chair, Gan Jing suddenly remembered what Uncle Zhang said before, after getting his salary and doing another security task, he would pull him out and do it on his own.But Captain Liao didn't look like a good man and a faithful woman. I heard there was someone behind him.

At this moment, he was a little worried about Uncle Zhang's decision. If he didn't do well, the tuition and living expenses of Uncle Zhang's son who was going to college would be a problem.

"Security! What are you doing? The railing is up!"

An impatient voice came into the duty room, Gan Jing was awakened, and found a BMW honking the horn all the time, so he hurriedly let it go.

Wouldn't this be a side effect of the system?Always distracted!

……

Two days later, Gan Jing maintained a tense and quiet state, observing what was going on in the mysterious system.

Fortunately, I didn't move, the enemy didn't move, and nothing happened to the system, but the number of attention was still jumping up, and the speed was a bit slower.

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, meet at the gate of the theater. Don't be late."

The cheap mobile phone vibrated on the table, Gan Jing looked at it, it was from Uncle Zhang, today was the first day of a new security assignment, and he was in charge of security work for a Beijing opera tour.

Putting down the phone, after eating the last two mouthfuls of instant noodles, Gan Jing lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, constantly thinking about life.

As a child who came out of an orphanage, since he survived and was healthy, he didn't want to die or was afraid of death.

The mysterious system in the body seems to be rooted in one's own consciousness, and others can't feel it at all. This doesn't sound like existing technology.

Closing his eyes, he sensed that the number of attention did not change, but decreased by [-] points, Gan Jing was a little puzzled.

Isn't this going up all the time?The past two days have been growing.

——Maintaining the system requires energy, and attention will gradually decrease.

Knowing the answer in his mind, Gan Jing suddenly lost his sleepiness.

What?Will this decrease?Isn't this destroyed when it reaches zero!How to do!
Sitting up from the bed, Gan Jing tossed and tossed for a while, but found no good solution, and found that the attention had stopped decreasing, so he lay on the bed and continued to think.

I slowly fell asleep while thinking, and when I woke up in a blink of an eye, it was already 03:30 in the afternoon.

"Fuck, you're going to be late!"

Gan Jing jumped up from the bed, hurriedly put on his security uniform and rushed to the theater.

At exactly four o'clock, Uncle Zhang shook his head when he saw the little security guard appearing in the queue panting heavily.

However, he didn't reprimand him, he just sent out the work badges to the security team and reminded them of some precautions, allowing them to enter the theater.

When Gan Jing walked past him, Uncle Zhang pointed to his clothes: "The clothes are wrinkled, don't forget to wash them next time. The hat is also crooked, so hurry up and fix it."

Gan Jing grinned and tilted his hat from one side to the other, he was still trying to catch his breath.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the Peking Opera tour officially began. The staff and crew took their positions, and the audience who bought tickets also entered the venue one after another.

Gan Jing found a place closest to the stage, and when he was about to pay attention to safety work, he could watch the play for free.

With the sound of a gong, the performance of Peking Opera "The Struggle between Chu and Han", also known as "Farewell My Concubine", officially began, and the audience held their breaths in the audience.

This tour was organized by the Tan family, a family of Peking opera, with the aim of promoting the quintessence of Chinese culture. It was Tan Shan who came to Yangcheng to lead the team. He played the role of Overlord, and opposite was his younger brother Shang Xiaorong, who played the concubine Yu.

However, while Tan Shan was performing, he sighed in his heart that his junior brother's singing skills and charm were much worse.

……

The Beijing opera singing on the stage was lively, but Gan Jing's watching it off the stage was a bit boring. He didn't understand it well, and he didn't appreciate it too much, so he stood there thinking about his own system.

It's not a problem that the degree of attention stops after it decreases at noon, but it doesn't increase any more.

Or, try that thing with a trap?
Gan Jing raised his head and looked at the stage, his heart was ready to move, let's try.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this idea came out of his heart, the "Leslie Cheung Performing Arts Experience (Random)" disappeared, and the next moment, Gan Jing was stunned.

The sound and dust are silent, three autumns a day, and a moment seems to have passed for a long time from another person's perspective.

Coincidentally, the overlord on the stage sang--strengthening the mountain and overwhelming the world, the time is not good and the time is not dying, the time is not dying and there is nothing to do, and the time is not dying!
The singing was tragic and miserable, Overlord Tan Shan felt a little proud, but also a little regretful, the younger brother's kung fu was not as good, and the taste was a lot worse.

Oddly enough, he glanced down the stage, but stopped in one direction.

Thrilling!

The look in that person's eyes!

Yu Ji!

(End of this chapter)