Help, I've become a paper man

"Qualification certification successful."

"Loading system page."

A prompt sounded in his mind, and his eyes wavered, as if an invisible line was sweeping across the world he was looking at from top to bottom. For a second, everything within his sight was extremely clear, as if the modeling outlines were deliberately outlined in a special field of view in the game. Song Yi couldn't help but doubt the reality of this world again.

The next moment, Yan Changyue stopped in front of him. The man's body blocked most of the wind. When he reached out to hug him again, he did not dodge, and there was no room for avoidance. He just thought a beat slower, ah, formal clothes are indeed thicker and warmer.

This world should be real, at least Yan Changyue is warm, Song Yi told himself again.

They hugged in the moonlight. Song Yi quietly turned off the update notification of Noah's Ark until a horse neigh broke the silence. Song Yi subconsciously jumped down from the guardrail and crashed into Yan Changyue. Yan Changyue did not dodge, but naturally picked him up and walked towards the elevator in the same posture as when she got off the plane. She also said to Heitan who ran over: "Are you awake? Then let's go back?"

The tone was gentle, with some questions, but not much. At first, he did not deal with Heitan's emotions at all. The fire in his eyes was still burning, but this was correct. The fire was now only directed at Song Yi, and it was completely aimed at the person who had taken away his favorite. If Yan Changyue really came to deal with it, it would be interfering in the contest between Song Yi and Heitan. Favoring either side would only deepen the conflict.

Besides... when Yan Changyue passed by, he touched Heitan's head, and Heitan instantly forgot about his previous unhappiness, and followed his master's footsteps step by step.

Song Yi was about to jump down when he saw the scene in front of him. As if he had received a signal, he shook his head secretly, criticizing the little horse for being easy to coax. He did not think about the difference between himself and a horse at all. Instead, he turned sideways, put his arms around Yan Changyue's neck, buried his head in the crook of her neck without saying a word, and pretended to be innocent.

He didn't talk to Heitan, which was not a cause for trouble. He could also take the opportunity to check the loading progress. Seeing this, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief. It was purely because he was worrying too much. It was only 13% downloaded, and it would be another long wait.

As the night deepened, the lights in the building gradually went out. Song Yi leaned on Yan Changyue and stopped staring at Gengxin. As he swayed, he slowly closed his eyes, listening to the footsteps and the breeze. Unconsciously, he was seized by sleepiness again and fell into a dream.

It was that sea of ​​stars again. Song Yi floated in it. He vaguely remembered the lights he saw on the tall buildings and what he was thinking at that time. He also suddenly remembered the dream on the plane. It was the same sea of ​​stars. He fell into it. Comfort and ease wrapped around his body, as if he was falling asleep in amniotic fluid. When he was awake, he had no memory of the last time. Now when he thought about it again, he could only grasp vague traces. The remaining feelings at that time were fading, and he tried hard to recall them, but it was difficult to touch them again.

Slowly, his consciousness became more blurred. Before his brain went blank, he heard a subtle sound ringing in his ears, mixed with the sound of bubbles bursting, and through the sound of flowing water. It was a sparse sound, and it was not specific, but he subconsciously felt that someone or something was saying something.

As he tried his best to distinguish the sound, the ghostly life floated and slowly stopped, looking up at the translucent screen. Only skull-like depressions were left in the eye sockets. At this time, the empty holes were facing the screen, as if "watching" something. There was a large area of ​​darkness on the screen. His body was projected in the center of the screen. The words suspended around him were jumping, and the color of the fonts changed repeatedly between black and red. Each "ghost" was shaking and making subtle sounds. Even if they had a rough human shape, they were more like a swarm of bees gathered together than a human, relying on shaking to transmit information.

It's just that the sound was too chaotic. They were talking, they were all talking. The noisy sound was getting louder and louder. The darkness on the screen almost drowned Song Yi's body. The alarm sounded again. This time the picture did not change. The darkness was gradually fading away. Song Yi's outline became clear again. The voices of the ghosts gradually overlapped, and they issued a common call.

The scene in the picture gradually turned blank. The sleeping Song Yi was floating in the air. The line extending from the back of his neck was cut off, and the hanging tail end went down and down again, about to take root in the soil.

The color of the text stopped changing and turned bright red. They were quiet for a moment, then began to float again. The picture on the screen changed accordingly, and Song Yi's figure disappeared from above.

Song Yi woke up from the "dream" and fell into a deeper sleep. His tense body trembled, but he still tried to break free.

The warm palm fell on his head and stroked it gently. Then a voice sounded again, calling his name. His body gradually relaxed and his breathing became smoother.

It's a sleep that smells like apples.

Song Yi's head hit the pillow and he woke up instantly. He grabbed the things at hand. The figure in front of him stopped. After he blinked, he saw the other person's face clearly. It was the butler. His hand was tightly grasping the person's collar. When their eyes met, there was only embarrassment.

He immediately let go and said with a wry smile: "Haha, sorry, I was half asleep."

The housekeeper also smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

At the same time, the housekeeper thought to himself: It’s normal for a child to have no manners.

The two said goodbye to each other with smiles on their faces. As soon as the door was closed, Song Yi tilted his head left and right, loosened his stiff neck, and checked the progress again.

He found that the update was completed while he was sleeping. Overall, it looked similar to the previous one, except that the page had a metallic feel, like a new theme, and there was only one more function, which said "Challenge". He tried to select it, and a prompt popped up, along with "You haven't selected your initial talent yet, do you want to select your talent?", with only one option, "Yes", which couldn't be closed.

It smells like forced sales.

Song Yi was too lazy to even curse the "rubbish system" now, so he simply ignored it, got up from the bed, put on his slippers, left the bedroom, threw his coat on the sofa, and went to rummage through the small refrigerator in the room.

This is not his room in the villa. The interior decoration is different from there. This place is similar to the one he lived in on the island, and the style of the refrigerator is also the same. As expected, he also found instant products. After he was full, he threw away the garbage and walked towards the bathroom. After taking a bath, he returned to the bed and made a comfortable choice like catching up on anime. As soon as he pushed open the bathroom door, the prompt box that had been flashing in front of his eyes changed. The word "Yes" lit up, making the choice directly for Song Yi, and the system sound rang again.

"Player 072, please choose your initial talent. Be careful. This talent will affect your future development."

Song Yi:?

Some systems deserve to be criticized. Doesn’t this one simply deserve to be criticized?