I, 2.1 Billion Yanwang Dijun Joined the Chat Group

【See you see...】

【Invisible...】

Move silently, step by step, step by step

He walked out of the ward where Hikaru Shiina was.

"Ah~~~!!! Thank you, thank you, Yurai-chan, I will definitely treat you to the dessert shop in front of the station tomorrow, you can eat whatever you want."

"It's just peeling an apple, so you're so grateful? Hey, hey~~! But if you want to treat me to that dessert, don't break your promise."

"Absolutely, absolutely not!"

.....

Shaking his palms, Shiina Hikaru and Hase Yuray said goodbye.

Seeing Changgu Youlai leave her sight, she immediately shrank into the quilt and shivered.

What was that thing just now?

monster?

ghost?

Why can I see that thing?

It's broad daylight, and the sun outside is also dazzling...Why do monsters and ghosts appear?

Thinking like this, Shiina Hikaru wriggled out of the quilt, only daring to show a small head, and looked up at the window not far away.

Ok? ? ?

No, why is it always foggy outside the window?

In her line of sight, a layer of gray mist completely blocked the sky and the earth.

The brilliance of the sun seems to be close to sunset, and the orange-red light is like the setting sun.

Sunlight can't penetrate the fog at all, and only a small part of it can shine on the ground.

And in the distance of the line of sight, between the foggy mountains and forests, a huge looming giant is slowly moving.

I don't know if it was a psychological illusion, but Hikaru Shiina felt that every time the giant moved, the ground of the entire Japanese archipelago kept shaking.

And under the sun, on the sky dome of unknown height, there are also hundreds of huge eyeballs connected together, constantly looking down.

Click ~!

Kachacha~~!

The sound of eyeballs rubbing and turning is like a rusty machine.

Shiina Hikaru couldn't help but move his gaze up.

No!

Her brain was shaking, and both body and mind were warning her not to look past...not to look past...Absolutely not to look past.

"Ha~~~~! Ha~~~~!"

Breathing heavily, she slammed her head down, making it hit the window.

"it hurts!"

She couldn't help but let out a soft cry, but this also prevented her from continuing to look up.

"Ha~~~~! Ha~~~~~! Ha~~~!"

A long breath was exhaled from the small lips, but there was no sense of female coquettishness. Anyone who saw her current state could perceive that she was frightened beyond what her mind could handle.

---This world is not right!

---- This world is not right!

---- Boss, I'm going back to work 24 hours overtime!

---- Boss, I want to be a wage worker 996.

Shiina Hikaru shouted in his mind, neither the original Zhou Ming nor the original Shiina Hikaru was a person who was bold enough to ignore these strange things.

----Why did I come to this world!

----Did I make a mistake?

-----Have I done something unforgivable?

-----who can help me! !

-----Help! ! ! !

-----Help! ! ! ! !

Just after crossing over, she encountered such a stimulating thing. Shiina Hikaru's brain could no longer maintain calm, and she couldn't tell whether she was in a coma or escape. She just roared humbly in her mind, and then fell asleep.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear something.

【...】

【A strong desire detected......】

[The Wanjie chat group system is starting....]

[The current chat group members are in the pull list....]

[-----In the future, the real monarch can be expected to enter the chat group----]

[-----One hundred thousand witches entered the chat group-----]

[----17-year-old cute girl enters the chat group-----]

[-----Darkness of the Ring enters the chat group-----]

[-----The hopeless evil party enters the chat group-----]

【……】

PS: I suddenly want to write an extra, just one chapter.

〇 Section VTB (1)

The first time Sato Ming heard her sister say that she has become a virtual anchor was a year ago.

At the time, he didn't care much about it.

He, who had just crossed into this world two days ago, was still unfamiliar with everyone.

Even with the original memory, it is just like watching a movie.It is impossible to have those affections that are native to the brothers and sisters in this big family.

At that time, most of his thoughts were on sorting out the advantages brought by time-travel, such as songs and novels that the world had never seen before; different technological routes; different knowledge structures; different cultural works, etc.

Part of his mind was devoted to dealing with relatives who greeted her every day because of his parents who had just passed away.

So when my uncle's sister said that she became a virtual anchor, Sato Ming didn't care too much.

The second time he heard his sister call herself a virtual anchor was at dinner time a year later.

The older sister, who has short burgundy hair, a raised nose, and a loose plaid shirt, is serving rice to her younger siblings, as well as her father and mother.

While handing the meal to her relatives, she said casually: "My original corporate fairy tale club is a little unreliable. So I'm going to jump out and become a personal live broadcaster. An acquaintance asked me to form a club with her."

"Rice~~~ Rice!!!" Her voice was drowned out by the non-stop cheers of Xiao Wu, the youngest girl in the house.

"Mmm~Hmm." Father and mother just nodded and smiled kindly, "It's up to you, it's up to you, you can make decisions about your own affairs."

The second son is in the third year of high school this year, and he has some spare money at home to apply for a cram school for him.So he looked at the exercises on the table while chopping the rice, ignoring the topic of his sister.

The four girls are staring at the TV, their eyes fixed.

She is just 10 years old this year, in the fifth grade of elementary school, at the age when she likes magical girls.

Of course, she didn't notice her sister's words, and the cute voice came from the TV and occupied all her ear canals.

"My heart is wider than the sea, and I have reached the point where I can't bear it!"

The cute little girl with her bob hair raised her arms and shouted with the lines on the TV.

After the death of his parents, Mr. Sato stayed in his uncle's house—that is, the current home.

According to his age, he is the third child in the family.

Now, due to lack of sleep, his somewhat sleepy eyelids are darting up and down.

The dark circles around his eyes and the frequent blinking frequency made people think that he might be going to sleep in the next moment.

"Virtual anchor?" He heard his sister's words and repeated it a little dull.

"Yes, virtual anchor, Ming, do you know that too?" My sister raised her head, her beautiful and fair neck was unobstructed, and she looked at him happily.

Compared with many virtual anchors who are reluctant to let their families know that they are engaged in this industry, my sister doesn't care much about it, or it's just an amateur hobby.

She can still earn enough living expenses in her professional social life - although it is very tiring.

"Of course I've heard of it." Sato Ming looked at his elder sister in surprise, and slowly opened his eyes in a sleepy state: "I occasionally watch it, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he shook his head as if giving up, lowered his head, took two mouthfuls of rice, and drank the miso soup in front of him.

Then he suddenly raised his head and asked the eldest sister, "What's your Twitter name?"

"Hey, didn't you take care of that name? Don't you know?" My sister was a little strange, she sat back to her seat with rice.

After sitting down, she stretched out her hand to grab Xiao Wu, who wanted to grab the rice in front of her with her bare hands, and said softly and genially, "You can't do this, Xiao Wu, it is impolite to stretch out your hand to grab rice."

It is impossible for a four-year-old child to break free from a 26-year-old single girl, not even Xiao Wu.

But even if her hands were caught, Xiao Wu did not forget to call for her dinner: "Rice~Rice."

She was even like a paramecia, just repeating this sentence.

In the chaos, Sato Ming shook his head and asked his own question again.

"I'm not asking about your own Twitter, but your Twitter as a virtual anchor. Don't tell me, you don't even have this."

"Oh, that's it." My sister came back to her senses in surprise, and waved her hand indifferently: "It's called Crimson Elio, this is the name I will be reincarnated with. The original name is because I quit the fairy tale club. The plan has been scrapped.”

"Well, try harder."