Fist of Imagination

"Are we ridiculous?

"Oh! Mom, how many times do I have to tell you that things are different now than when you were young. Breeding offspring between two Sinaros who are barely making ends meet will only make life a nightmare!"

Wells flapped his wings irritably and yelled through the communicator to his mother who was far away in Taurus:

"You think our worries are ridiculous because you don't understand anything... What? Do you think you and dad's education is very successful? It's so ridiculous. I can achieve what I am today entirely due to my own efforts!

“Listen, there’s no way I’m going to let my kids grow up like me!

“...will you come to help the child after he breaks out of his shell?

"Thank God! What can you do to help, you will only cause more trouble!

"It's like I just asked you to help deal with the anti-theft insurance of the spacecraft, but you want to ruin all my good mood with your stupid and repetitive nagging!

"...Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Of course Anson and I have a plan, we are preparing! Otherwise, why would we come to Blue Star? We are here just for... Yes, we plan to do it after the Civilization Modeling Contest...

"Okay mom, I'm going to go back to work, that's it...what did I eat? Why do you always ask this stupid question, it doesn't matter at all! Stop asking, bye!"

Wells couldn't wait to turn off the communicator worn at the base of the bird's beak, and lowered his wings tiredly.

Anson came over and hugged her shoulders:

"Don't be too sad, little feather. When we get the prizes from the competition, all the annoying problems will be solved."

"I hope so."

Wells quickly pulled her head out of the gloomy mood. She quietly recalled all the details of the preparations before the game and said to her husband:

"Anson, you continue to carry out the planet elimination operation here, and I will monitor the aboriginal named Fang Weiyu.

"Although her initial value is very high, we do not have a detector and cannot conduct real-time observations, which is always a hidden danger.

"I will stay by Fang's side and eliminate all interference factors until she loses the right to cancel."

"OK, dear."

Anson lowered his head and opened the homemade Blue Star illustrated book:

"Let me see, what should I eliminate next? The white pheasant, thrush, pearl-necked turtle dove, red-billed blue magpie... Oh my God, what an ugly mouth. It's decided to be you, black-faced spoonbill!"

…

A chubby bead-necked turtle dove landed on the window sill of the apartment. It first stepped to look inside the window, and then flew to the wind chime-shaped bird feeder to eat grains and mung beans.

On the other side of the window glass, Fang Weiyu was lying sprawled on the carpet, mumbling something in his sleep.

After Shi Yunle washed up, he came over and kicked her twice. Seeing that the dead fish just turned over with a groan, he went out to buy breakfast by himself.

There are not many people on Siqian Street at around ten o'clock, and there are no queues at the entrances of several Internet celebrity and time-honored stores.

Shi Yunle walked into a bakery that he often visited in his memory and stared at the shelves, but he still couldn't find what he wanted to buy.

She raised her right hand and was about to say hello to the clerk when she suddenly heard someone behind her say:

"No need to ask, the sausage buns are gone."

Are they sold out at this point? wrong……

Shi Yunle turned around, took half a step back, and said to the bald man in a suit who just spoke:

"How did you know I wanted to buy sausage buns?"

"That's not the only weird thing."

Liang De tapped his temple and said to Shi Yunle:

"You have never liked salty Western-style pastries, and you have never been to this store.

"In the past, after drinking all night, you would sleep straight into the afternoon and wake up with dizziness and stomachache, but today everything seems to be different."

Shi Yunle slapped his forehead with his right hand and glanced at the unfamiliar logo of the bakery on the shelf with his peripheral vision. Some fuzzy lumps in his consciousness gradually became clear.

She put down her hands and looked directly at Liang De without saying a word.

"I did it."

After speaking, Liang De tapped his temple again.

The next moment, a vivid memory took the initiative to squeeze out of Shi Yunle's mind.

She passively remembered that she had seen this bald man in a suit in the Qing Bar yesterday. This man was the copyright editor of Qinggenfeng Cultural and Creative Industries, named Liang De.

But why did he... why did I... why would I do it now...

Shi Yunle took another half step back: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to tell you that the sausage buns are gone."

Liang De paused and then said:

"Just now, the water chestnut cake and Nanru sesame egg tart are gone."

"Thank you, Editor Liang. I will go somewhere else to buy these things. If there is nothing else, I will first..."

"Nowhere else."

Liang De's spirit trembled slightly, and he slightly adjusted the light in the bakery, and countless slide-like pictures appeared in front of Shi Yunle's eyes.

In the picture, sausage buns, water chestnut cakes and southern milk egg dumplings disappear out of thin air in different places, while the people next to them don't seem to care.

Mr. Liang said sadly:

"Bakery shops, supermarkets, warehouses, refrigerators, dining tables... all the places you can think of within this city, these three things I mentioned are gone."

Shi Yunle carefully clicked on the picture closest to him:

"...Why are there cockroaches? Is it their fault?"

Are cockroaches finally starting to rebel against human tyranny? !

Liang De quickly turned off the picture from the suburban cockroach breeding base:

"Sorry, I piled all the materials in one section before and accidentally selected them all...

"Ahem, cockroaches are innocent. American cockroaches and black-faced spoonbills are the first victims. Such scenes are being staged in various districts of the city. You may be the next one.

"Madam! The evil Sinaros are gradually destroying the existence of Blue Star, and it all started with your roommate Fang Weiyu... Uh, do you mind if I send you a brief introduction?

"It will probably make you dizzy for a few seconds, but there are no side effects."

"Come on."

A minute later, Shi Yunle rubbed his eyebrows hard and looked at Liang De and said:

"This is fucking... It's too fucking fucking."

"That's what I said."

Liang De highlighted this sentence in yellow in his soul memory and said:

"Ms. Shi, at this fucking moment, I think only one person can turn the tide and save Blue Star, and that person is you."

Shi Yunle was puzzled and pondered, lowered his head and raised his head:

"No, why would the important task of saving Blue Star be handed over from an editor of a media company to a planner of a game company.

"Editor Liang, who are you? "

You asked this question.

Liang De covered his face and laughed, and the mysterious energy of the sea of ​​illusions quietly condensed into a microphone in his right hand.

"Shut up!"

At the other end of the cross-border live broadcast, Li Zhixian shouted!

"Brother Xian, what are you doing? You interrupted the emotions I just prepared!"

Li Zhixian: "You want to shout 'Meet you in this world, just to save everything'.

"Help, rap is the best medical beauty for men, not shouting.

"Old Liang, can you be more plain? Who wants to meet you in another world? If you are so fancy, the most ancient blue star will not like you more!"

"Okay, I'll be more plain and strong."

Next to the shelf full of pineapple buns, Liang De picked up the microphone and made a very coarse bubble sound:

"I'm just a passing fantasy fist."

Shi Yunle: "Huh?"

What is the fantasy fist!

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