Everything in Konoha requires systems

Konoha Village, in an ordinary house.

"Hiss" Su Yu opened his eyes in pain.

"Donuts" the blue-haired little girl bit Su Yu's arm and muttered.

"Well" Su Yu looked at the little blue-haired girl, and then looked around. This was obviously not his room. The computer, desk, instant noodles and posters were all gone.

"What the hell is going on?" Su Yu pondered. He remembered that he fell asleep with his cell phone just now, and then woke up from the pain.

"Hello, dear host, I want everything from the system." A mechanical voice sounded in Su Yu's head.

"It all depends on the system." Su Yu frowned, and it sounded like it was not a reliable system.

"Host, aren't you surprised why the system appears in your brain?" the system asked.

"What am I surprised about? I am a street writer, and I have written countless systematic articles. Is this kind of scene as scary to me as not being able to find a girlfriend?" Su Yu curled his lips and said.

"You are too real," the system said after a moment of silence.

"Anyway, I'm broke. I don't have a girlfriend or parents, and I only have the company of shady netizens. Come on, give me a good time and send me back." Su Yu said and lay down.

"Ah" system.

"I'm still busy catching up and making up stories. I don't care what system you are in and how you sent me here, just send me back. If you issue a mission to kill me, then I will want it even more." Su Yuguan With eyes closed and words spoken.

"You are a werewolf. I'm sorry, I don't provide return service, and I won't erase you." The system said helplessly.

"Then I'll find someone to kill me." Su Yu made a quick decision and crawled out of bed.

"Host, I'm afraid no one can kill you" the system reminded.

"What kind of Hokage Rock is this? I see, is it the Naruto World?" Su Yu put the little blue-haired girl aside, covered her with a quilt, and walked out the door to see the Hokage Rock not far away.

"Host, calm down. As long as you have me, you can have everything, beauty, money, rights, and wealth." The system persuaded.

"I'm sorry, I prefer eating instant noodles to catch up on the news, and occasionally browse the gossip news, chat with friends and so on." Su Yu opened the yard, a gust of wind blew by, and it was still a bit cold.

"Are you willing to stay at home and never go out for the rest of your life?" the system asked doubtfully.

"Isn't this good? Don't cause trouble to others, save money, and live happily." Su Yu walked on the street and looked at the buildings in Konoha Village.

"That's not living at all, that's living in a muddleheaded way, and it's destined to never become a reality," the system scolded.

"I don't need to be a big shot, and I don't need others to give me goals. I'm already past the second grade of middle school, so I'm destined not to be passionate.

Hanging around is how most people define me, but in my opinion, they are working hard to survive, and living like that is even more tiring.

As long as I make enough money, I can live freely without restraint.

Fifty years of life, a blink of an eye, why should I make myself uncomfortable?" Su Yu said lightly.

"You are being unreasonable. You are just afraid of contacting that world and being hurt," the system retorted.

"You can see my heart, do you still need to persuade me? Ever since she left that world, that world has been just a game to me, the worst game." Su Yu stopped and looked at the person in front of him. Le Ramen Shop.

"You are the calmest and the most special host I have ever seen." The system said with slight admiration.

"Are all your previous hosts dead?" Su Yu walked into the Ichiraku Ramen Shop, sat down, pointed at the menu on the side, and raised a finger.

"Some have become gods, and some have become masters. My existence is a constraint for them. Once they become stronger, they will find ways to get rid of me." The system's voice was a little lonely.

"There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, let alone two souls in one body." Su Yu expressed his understanding.

"I saw your memories from your memories. To be honest, they are all bad, very old-fashioned, and not like you.