God Descends the Second Dimension

Liankong and Moban are completely two types of works, and the difference in word count between the two is too much.

Originally, Wang Hao didn't intend to compare with Yamada Goblin, and he didn't gamble on the truth in this competition, but through this competition, it is also an opportunity to let the other party retreat in spite of difficulties.

Otherwise, it would be possible for Zhenbai to fall into the clutches of the other party, and then he started to pick up the brush to create some h illustrations. Wang Hao felt that as Zhenbai, he was in the neon... guardian!Therefore, the Yamada goblin must not be allowed to succeed! !

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In the dark space, the light reflected from the computer screen shone on a nervous and pretty face. After seeing the message from Wang Hao, Fairy Yamada breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, a faint smile appeared on his face again, and his small white hands lightly tapped on the keyboard.

【Yamada Goblin: What... You should have said this earlier, but it looks like your new work is not ready yet, it really doesn't look like it.

As a senior, I will be merciful and wait for you for a while, and express your gratitude loudly. 】

Looking at this message full of 'predecessor style', Wang Hao's face became more and more weird, and the corner of his mouth suppressed a smile, which finally turned into a hint of joking, and replied again.

[God Master: Tsk tsk, what Mr. Yamada Goblin said just now seems to be different from what he said now. Could it be that I misunderstood it?

However, I already have inspiration for my new work, and it will probably be released in the near future, so Mr. Yamada Goblin doesn’t have to wait for me now, how about both parties releasing it in the near future?

I am looking forward to the work of Yamada Goblin-sensei. It must be a very interesting work. Thinking of this, I want to see it sooner. 】

[Yamada Goblin: No Road Race!Why are you like this? It's rare for seniors to care about you with good intentions, but you're still so ungrateful?

In short, wait for me honestly for a while, and slowly learn to accept the kindness of your seniors, otherwise you will not be able to get along in society like this.

So you learn how to accept other people's kindness from now on, and now feel free to thank me from the bottom of your heart! 】

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Wang Hao looked at the news with a half-smile, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and a playful look flashed in the depths of his pupils.

[Divine Lord: I don’t need to bother you to worry about this, but since you are not ready yet, I will postpone the release of the new work a little longer.

And you seem to be at the age of junior high school, right?I am not a talented person, but now I am an honorable high school student, so this can be regarded as a little concern from the seniors to the juniors, please just shut up and accept it!

People who don’t know how to accept the kindness of their seniors, but they have no choice but to get along in society~]

After the message was sent out, after a while, there was still no reply from the other party.

But Wang Hao could already guess the situation next door, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

It's really a good feeling to treat a person with his own way.

It seems that I have been poisoned by Xiazhiqiu Shiyu for a while, and I have greatly improved in the aspect of complaining. Wouldn't it be flattering if I could use my own way to treat my body again?

Well, it is a pity that the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

At this stage, how do you think about grabbing the opponent's pigtails? Wang Hao thinks this is more practical. He doesn't believe that Xiazhiqiu Shiyu has no black history.

Continuing to think wildly for a while, Wang Hao took out the information that he asked Saeko Busushima to check last time, and carefully looked through it again.

It wasn't until the dead of night that Wang Hao turned off the lights and went to sleep.

……

It's a sunny day, the blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see, the warm sun casts comfortable sunshine, and a few white clouds drift leisurely across the sky.

Many surrounding vegetation have just sprouted buds and green leaves, and the roadside is already in bloom. There are some delicate flowers, and the vibrant green ushers in a new season. From time to time, there are a few birds standing on the branches cheerfully Singing, praising the spring morning.

Spring is warm, flowers are blooming, and the sun is shining brightly, which is the most appropriate description for the scene in front of me.

There are many smiling pedestrians on the path of the park, among them are many adults in formal attire and children, walking slowly towards the music hall at twelve o'clock.

And Wang Hao is like a bystander at this time, he is aware of his own existence, but everyone around him turns a blind eye to him, as if he does not exist in this world at all.

Standing sideways on the path, he stretched out his hand to touch the green leaf, but the moment his finger was about to touch the leaf, he passed through without any sense of disobedience.

Surprise flashed across Wang Hao's face, and then he returned to normal. This should be the world in his dreams.

Suddenly, the cry of a little girl in front of him suddenly attracted him. She had short yellow hair, a mushroom head, and was wearing a pink dress and red shoes. The little girl who looked about four years old seemed to be crying because she fell to the ground. stand up.

Wang Hao couldn't help but quickly walked forward to help the little girl up, until he took two steps forward and accidentally passed through the body of a pedestrian, then stopped with a wry smile, remembering that he was just a bystander, I can only pray that others help this little girl.

"Are you OK?"

Just when Wang Hao was thinking this way, a familiar and crisp male voice sounded from the side.

When he turned his head to look sideways, the expression on his face immediately became stunned. He stood there and looked at the little boy. He couldn't calm down the excitement in his heart for a long time, and still had a look of disbelief.

But no one around could notice his existence, and naturally no one saw Wang Hao's expression at this moment, standing still like a puppet.

It took a while for Wang Hao to recover from his sluggish state, his expression still slightly complicated.

And the little girl who was crying raised her head slightly when she heard what the little boy said, her eyes were red, and she sobbed in a low voice, "Uuuuuuuuu... I can't find my ticket. It's about to start, what should I do?"

At the end, he reached out to find the ticket that was not in the pocket, and his face was full of pear blossoms and rain.

"If you don't mind, I have a ticket here, as long as you don't cry, I will give it to you."

The little boy was obviously a little flustered at this moment, but he immediately suppressed the strange color, and put on a faint smile to look at the little girl in front of him.

"Really? But if you give me the ticket, you won't be able to enter the music hall."

The little girl's big watery eyes showed a hint of hesitation, and she wanted to reach out to take the ticket, but her heart became entangled again, and she couldn't help but stared at the little boy and asked weakly.