ordinary god

When Lin Su found Wang Xiaoming according to the information, Wang Xiaoming was reviewing in the student dormitory.

The dim yellow light of the desk lamp shone on his unopened outline, with a soft, glutinous and green breath like a small animal, probably because this was the first destined person Lin Su had found in 500 years, what did he think of it? I think this child is cute, no matter how I look at it, I think this child is lovable, much better looking than those lucky ones who are stepping on colorful clouds and shining with golden light.

Lin Su lay faceless on the window, leaning his face against the glass and looking at the people inside, until the other party finished his review, yawned, turned off the light and prepared to go to bed, he reluctantly looked away from the other party's face After tearing it off, he looked down at the information about Wang Xiaoming in his hand.

Wang Xiaoming, a senior high school student.

His life was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary. He never had a serious illness or accident, his family was healthy and safe, he had no relatives who were hated by others, no other brothers and sisters; his parents had ordinary jobs, and they were not rich but not poor either. ; Wang Xiaoming's grades are average. From kindergarten to now, he has always been at the middle level. He can't get up or down. He has a very low sense of presence in the class. The teacher's comment on him has always been: "He is a docile and obedient child."

Nothing else.

His personality is also very ordinary, he loves to laugh in an ordinary way, and makes friends in an ordinary way; among his friends, there are no scumbags, no particularly outstanding academic masters, no Bai Fumei, and no tall, rich and handsome.

From kindergarten to now, I have never received a love letter, and I have never had a crush on anyone; I have no great dreams, and I don’t know which university I should go to, and which major I should study.

He has no special hobbies or interests, no matter what he plays with people, he can magically maintain a half-loss and half-win ratio. He will not be particularly lucky, nor will he be particularly bad, just just right ordinary, just right ordinary.

Lin Su kissed the information in his hand twice, and then carefully put it into his storage bag.

He passed through the glass and landed lightly on the ground. He looked at the unpacked homework and textbooks on the table. Wang Xiaoming's handwriting was also very ordinary, with strokes and strokes that were neither crooked nor twisted, making it easy to see clearly. , but not well written.

He looked down for a while, feeling as if he was about to "recognize his relatives" filled his heart with emotion and excitement, he cleared his throat, smiled what he thought was the most gentle and decent, then lifted his feet off the ground and floated to the edge of the upper bed On the bed, he stretched out his hand to lift the mosquito net, and tapped Wang Xiaoming's forehead with his finger.

Before Wang Xiaoming fell asleep, he opened his eyes when he felt someone touch him, and then he met Lin Su's gaze.

Lin Su: "(^o^)/Hi."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Lin Su, then got up and looked under the bed, then looked up at Lin Su, and then passed out.

Lin Su: "..."

Lin Su waited all night, and when Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes, he greeted him again: "(^o^)/Good morning."

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his eyes, sat up and stared at him blankly, then lowered his head and shouted at the roommates in other beds: "How did this person get in?"

Others: "Who??"

Lin Su said: "You don't need to ask, they can't see me, only you can see me. Because we are destined, hehehe."

Lin Su covered his mouth and laughed excitedly.

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Wang Xiaoming wrapped up the quilt tightly: "Yes, there are abnormalities."

The others looked at him strangely: "Where? Xiao Ming, you haven't woken up yet, have you?"

Wang Xiaoming pointed in front of himself: "Just, right next to my bed, a man in a white robe, probably in his early twenties."

Lin Su smiled and said, "Actually, I'm already [-] years old. I'm not old. I'm still young in our place."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Wang Xiaoming said tremblingly, "He, he said he was three thousand... seven hundred years old."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The other roommates all laughed, and while washing, they said, "Are you stupid in studying, right? Get up and wash up soon, you'll be late for morning exercises."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the time and found that he was almost late.

The whistle of the dean's urging came from the playground far away. He hurriedly climbed out of the bed, and before he could fold the quilt, he rushed to the balcony to wash up, and then ran downstairs with his roommates.

Lin Su floated behind him: "My name is Lin Su, hello Wang Xiaoming, I know you have a lot of questions, I will answer you slowly, don't be afraid, I am not a ghost, nor a ghost, nor a monster. I mean no harm."

Lin Su waited for 500 years before waiting for the opportunity to introduce himself. He brought into reality the scene that he had demonstrated countless times in his mind: he raised his hands excitedly, looked up at the sky, closed his eyes reverently, and flashed out all over his body. Bright light like the moonlight—it's just that it's not so clear in broad daylight.

He majesticly said: "I am—God! I am an ordinary god that you are not familiar with!"

He waited for Wang Xiaoming's response, but he couldn't wait for a long time, so he opened his eyes and looked over - there was no one there, and on the playground not far away, Wang Xiaoming was seriously doing exercises to the morning exercise music.

"one two three four……"

Lin Su followed behind Wang Xiaoming and did chest stretching exercises with him, saying, "I am a god, an ordinary god."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Lin Su pointed to his clothes and badge: "Really, look, these clothes are invulnerable to guns, guns, water and fire. If you don't believe me, you can try it. There is no such clothes in the human world."

"Bullet armor." Wang Xiaoming muttered.

Lin Su followed Wang Xiaoming in another kicking motion, panting, and said, "How heavy is the bulletproof vest? Feel it. The material of this suit is light, soft and light. Do you want to try it on?"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at him again.

Lin Su smiled and said, "You know the god of luck and the god of decline, right? I am the same as them, I am an ordinary god."

Wang Xiaoming jumped twice, and when he turned around, he whispered, "What do ordinary gods do?"

Lin Su puffed out his chest: "Fulfill your wish."

Wang Xiaoming finally became interested: "Any wish is allowed?"

"Uh..." Lin Su touched his chin, "It can't exceed my ability."

"Then what is your scope of competence?"

Lin Su said solemnly: "Ordinary, as long as it is an ordinary wish, anything is fine."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

After the morning self-study, Wang Xiaoming went back to the dormitory, folded the bedding, and cleaned the dormitory.Put the notes and homework to be used into the school bag, and then turned to look at Lin Su who was following along.

"I have no ordinary wishes."

Lin Su was pitiful: "Don't be like this, I finally met a destined person, don't drive me away."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Wang Xiaoming felt a little compassion, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "What do you mean by fate?"

Lin Su immediately explained: "Our priesthood is responsible for fulfilling human wishes. The god of luck makes that person lucky, and the god of bad luck makes that person unlucky. Most people's luck and bad luck are half and half, but some people will Especially lucky, or unlucky, this kind of person has a destiny priesthood, and the destiny priesthood will help him fulfill his greatest wish in this life. After completion, the priesthood will have corresponding achievements. These achievements are related to the promotion of the priesthood, It has something to do with title promotion and so on.”

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Lin Su: "So I am very ordinary?"

Lin Su smiled kindly.

Wang Xiaoming dropped his bag and left.

The author has something to say:

Although Wang Xiaoming looks very soft at the moment, his attack is correct.Lin Sushou, Wang Xiaoming attacked. =W=