Intellectual retardation system: Even ancestors are afraid of crazy criticizers and gossip lovers

Then came the starry sky of the universe, and with the starlight, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased crazily.

"One for you, one for him, one for you, one for him...why not one for me!"

"Singing five songs, one person has five stars in the sky, my mother-in-law!"

"No one here can sing it."

"The anchor will do it again!"

"The viciousness upstairs!"

"I just want to watch the anchor with a difficult language. He looks like a dehydrated salted fish that is about to expire."

"I was still irritable just now. Thinking about the anchor's crazy output and almost dying, I feel so happy, hahaha..."

"I caught you, you are still a fan, a black fan, a black fan..."

The chat in the live broadcast room was very happy.

Yanli finished writing nearly [-] words here, but he logged off after finishing the gifts. He felt that he was not good at it, so he decided to write articles. There are many words in novels, but poetry does not consume words.

What to write about in the novel...

I can only write about hell, such as the introduction of the eighteen levels of hell, description of the environment...

The eighteenth level of purgatory, the leader in hell, peeling and cramping, frying and steaming, and slicing in a mountain of oil pan, every consciousness is clear, and until the end, the pain will not be numb, but can only be endured.

Yanli's typing was very slow at first, then gradually increased in speed, and then faster and faster.

She writes novels using a computer, so she goes home early every day after dinner. Sometimes she earns four thousand, sometimes eight thousand, and sometimes ten thousand.

After coding [-] words, it is already the end of May in the summer. This period of time seems to have disappeared, and it is hard to find it.

She registered a new account: Hell Connects to the World

Released on the [-]th floor, the internal account signed the contract directly and the novel was directly recommended.

There is still one month left for the novel’s 1000 million yuan, and at the same time, there is still one month left for Yan Li’s job to expire.

This book was seen by an employee on the [-]th floor, who opened it with confusion, and then closed it with numbness.

"Director Yan..."

"What's wrong?" Yan Pingping strolled over.

"This book is too bloody, violent, and terrifying..."

"I'll go take a look, you go do other things first."

Yan Ping'an sat down in front of the computer. The first thing he saw was the black and white text on the cover. The fonts seemed to be melting.

This is normal……

The content introduction is about the eighteen kinds of torture in hell.

Each small volume of content corresponds to torture content.

He thinks there are indeed some, but they are a horror novel website, and you need to log in with your ID card to watch.

Somewhat unsure, Yan Ping'an went to his brothers to discuss it, looked at the blank editor's name, and took it to the technical staff.

The technician checked and said: "It was signed by the boss's friend personally."

"The boss with a 1000 million bonus?"

"Yes, don't worry about it. After I read it, I will give it a horror star rating. Readers will watch it with caution."

The technical staff directly recommended the novel and planned to spend an hour giving it a star rating.

Yan Ping'an nodded.

Eighteen-level horror novels are divided into eighteen stars. If you want to read a novel with an eighteen-star level of horror, you first need to read ten stars.

Reading novels is a challenge, and the fear level represents the reader's courage.

In the past few months, courage has become a validation and a term used on the Internet.

So Yanli looked at the mission interface and saw that the progress had not moved, which proved that it had not been sent out.

She clicked on the writer interface, which showed: Horror star rating in progress...

There is also an introduction to star rating on it, confirming that all novels will be rated, so Yanli ignored it.

Until Children's Day, June [-]st, the task was completed directly.

She took a look and confirmed that the mentally retarded system was not stuck in the last progress this time.

"Ding, the mission is completed, you get... health points, mission two click... the system crashed... broke... restart... failed to restart, update... update and repair..."

Name: Yan Li (King of Eight Trigrams, Listener of Secrets of the Dead)

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Physique: 5? (The plague chicken among the weak chickens)

Health value: January 34, 1 (Other people’s health value is like a sugar cane, yours has one, it’s really amazing)

Special ability: Cannot die until health reaches zero.

"Ding, the repair is completed, the main mission is released: smile always."

"Ding, main mission one: Smile, ten years are less. Please keep smiling for 88 hours. Mission progress: 0/88h. Once the mission is completed, you will gain one year of health."

"Tip: Keep the (￣︶￣) happy mouth angle to calculate the progress."

Yanli, who has maintained a cold face for a long time: flipped the table!

(╯－＿－)╯╧╧

When she imitates Gu Mengmeng and pretends to be cute, she doesn't smile, she just tilts her head and blinks. She relies entirely on her beauty to support her. Occasionally she is in a happy mood, with just a slight arc.

"Please ask the mentally retarded host to complete the task as soon as possible..."

System: Come on, give me a smile.

"Hmph..." Yanli snorted lightly, accepting the task.

The system seems to accept this response and no longer prompts.

……

"Good morning, sister."

Song Hao said hello and looked at Yanli's smiling face, feeling that the girl was in a good mood today.

Slowly, the amusement park started to open and people started to enter the haunted house. He started to feel a little weird.

The girl was smiling happily, with such a gloomy face and raised corners of her mouth, looking at the tourists who came in from the dark corner.

How weird.

The tourist looked at the smiling NPC, that smile...

Well, it’s not too weird.

The next second he turned around and ran.

Mom... there is a pervert!

Song Hao felt something was wrong. Even until dinner, the girl was still smiling. Could it be that she was in love?

He couldn't help asking.

"Sister, are you happy?"

"I'm practicing my smile." Yanli said with his usual expression, and then smiled again.

Seeing that the strange feeling lingered, Song Hao continued to ask: "What do you do to practice smiling?"

Yan Li looked at Song Hao and said seriously, "Smile to get rich, keep smiling, you will get rich."

After saying that, he left with a smile and continued his afternoon work.

If someone else said it, Song Hao would probably sneer at getting rich by laughing at it, but what he heard from a rich woman who always paid 1000 million yuan made him believe it.

Xiao He sat in the monitoring room and looked at the people entering the door. Monk Zhang Er was confused.

The smile on his face seemed like he had seen it before somewhere.

Where is it?

"Brother Song, why are you laughing?"

"Smile and get rich, keep this smile, you will get rich..."

Xiao He didn't believe it, but it was Brother Song who said it, so...

Soon he was seen by another colleague with a smile on his face.

As a lucky person who received promotion and salary increase, Xiao He was convinced by other colleagues.

When the amusement park got off work, the passers-by who took the photo saw a group of smiling people.

In fact, it’s okay to laugh. You’ll laugh when you’re happy.

But a group of people wearing the same smile seems extremely weird.

Especially since these people are NPCs in the haunted house.

Could it be even weirder?

The incident was uploaded quickly, and the haunted house became popular again because of its weirdness.

As business gets better, wages will naturally increase.

Laughing and getting rich came true.

But that's another story.