The world is not right [rebirth]

Hold out a finger and shake it from side to side.

This is an action of rejection in sign language, and you don't even need a translator to translate it, as long as you see it, you can understand the meaning of the action.

But Zhao Ying didn't do this to Yunqi, he was lost in thought at the moment.

Zhao Ying believed that given him time, he could not afford to pay 700 million yuan.

This is the self-confidence of being a god of the finish line. A popular novel can sell the copyrights of radio, comics, games, animation, and film and television. get together.At most, he would have to live in poverty until he got so much money, but there was no problem with that. Zhao Ying had never had much material needs.

So, 700 million is not a problem.

So what's his most pressing question right now?

It was to get myself out of the cell, and it's not easy to write novels in the detention center.

"Let's talk about bail first."

Zhao Ying said to Yunqi in sign language.

Yunqi's smile was a little stiff.

He thought that a child like Zhao Ying would not read the documents too seriously, but now it turns out that he was wrong.

The third page of the document in Zhao Ying's hand is the "Regulations on Bail for Supernatural Persons", which states that as a supernatural person who uses superpowers for the first time after awakening and causes special conditions, the lowest bail conditions do not need to be added. The Chinese Super League Committee, after completing the superpower identity registration, Zhao Ying will be able to gain limited freedom.

The so-called limited means under the conditions of being monitored.

after an hour.

On the first floor of the Super League Committee building, the reception office and tea room.

After changing his clothes, Zhao Ying wore his broken glasses and a smart positioning bracelet on his wrist, and continued to look through the documents.

"The identity registration hall is on the second floor." Yunqi made him a cup of tea, "Have you brought your ID card? Well...it doesn't matter if you're not around, your belongings should be brought here together, and you can make a report and bring them back for use." .”

After speaking, he nodded with Zhao Ying, picked up the briefcase, pushed open the door of the tea room and went out.

Zhao Yingneng could hear Yunqi's voice greeting the ladies at the front desk along the way, which was mixed in the noisy noise.He sat bored on the chair in the tea room. After hesitating for a few seconds, he couldn't control his curiosity. He got up and came to the door, pushing the door that closed automatically.

The sound outside the door leaked into the small tea room like a stream of water. Zhao Ying looked through the crack of the door and couldn't help widening her eyes.

Before seeing it, Zhao Ying would never have imagined that the reception hall of the Super Committee building would be crowded with people, and the degree of congestion could be comparable to that of a railway station in a major Chinese city.This kind of comparison involves all aspects, from the color metallic gray to snow white, the smooth lines, the use of floor-to-ceiling glass in a large area, the modern decoration, and the people walking around, including people from all walks of life in China. Full of similar atmosphere and sense of sight.

Zhao Ying even saw a clucking reed rooster.

The reed rooster is held in the arms of an old lady wearing a floral turban who is talking loudly to the receptionist.

"I've felt something was wrong since a few days ago," the aunt waved her hand, "I just saw the publicity yesterday, and I thought it was just right for my situation, so I packed up my things and brought my big flower Register now."

The lady at the front desk who was almost hit by her hand didn't change her face. Her makeup was exquisite and her smile was impeccable.

"Okay, here is a form, please fill it out, and what is the current effect of your superpower?"

The aunt waved her hand again, her tone extremely proud.

"As soon as I touch the comb of the big flower, it will lay eggs."

"..." Zhao Ying who eavesdropped.

ha?Is this fucking superpower?

As if she felt that words were not enough, Aunt the Turban showed off her superpowers on the spot.I saw that she stretched out a finger and landed on the bright red, soft and fleshy cockscomb of the big flower. Instead of stroking, it was more like pinching and twisting, and she yanked the rooster, who didn't know what happened. The thing is the cockscomb of the reed rooster.

Seeing a flash of white light, the big rooster trembled all over, raised its head and opened its mouth, "Ohhhhhhhh!"

It's obviously a rooster, Zhao Ying wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw the big rooster squatting tremblingly, and under everyone's gaze, a small, oval and pink egg fell from between its legs with a snap.

The turban aunt touched ten times, the big cock squatted ten times, and ten round pink eggs appeared on the front desk.

Zhao Ying: "..."

Since his rebirth, many unscientific and non-Marxist phenomena have occurred around Zhao Ying, but the scene in front of him still makes the young man feel that...his worldview has been forced to press F5.

Soon after, Yunqi returned to the tea room with Zhao Ying's ID card and mobile phone, and Zhao Ying, who was in a daze, followed him to the second floor.The registration hall was much less crowded than the reception hall on the first floor. Yunqi explained that it was because many unreliable guys who claimed to be superpowers were sent away on the first floor.Zhao Ying first filled out the forms and materials for more than an hour before proceeding to the most important item.

Super power test.

Zhao Ying pushed open the metal door of the testing room.

The first thing he saw was a beautiful girl who looked no more than 13 years old, with black hair reaching her ankles and a white skirt like a blooming white lotus.

Zhao Ying stared at her for several seconds before realizing from the unnatural light and shadow that she was not a real person, but a holographic image.

"Hello, friend." The mouth of the holographic image opened and closed, "I am Nvwa, a special artificial intelligence for the Super League Committee."

She took a step back, revealing her back, filling half of the room, glowing with huge blood-red crystals.

"The projection of Alpha Crystal is specially used for superpower testing." The expressionless Nuwa showed a patterned smile to Zhao Ying, "Friend, are you ready?"

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[Your super power inspection report:

Super Power Owner: Zhao Ying

Superpower Rating: Normal

Superpower description: Anyone who reads the novel you created reaches 140 characters (including punctuation), will take immediate actions that conform to their own behavior, and spread the novel you wrote to others.Until the number of people spread by this person reaches three or more, or the person is trapped in your superpower effect for 10 minutes or more (depending on the individual's physical fitness), the effect of your superpower will be released.

At the same time, the ending you conceived for this novel will be directly erased from your mind.

Based on the above descriptions, your superpower is named: Eunuch Wangwen's Wrath.

Thank you for visiting the superpower testing room, and welcome to come again next time—Nuwa. ] "Pfft." Yun Qi smiled unkindly.

Zhao Ying, who came out of the room, cast a gloomy glance at him.

Yunqi didn't care, and continued to read Zhao Ying's superpower test report.

"Nuwa's analysis, there is a person in the registration information who has super powers that can produce 80.00% of the synergy effect with you," he said, "Well...let me take a look. It just so happens that he is also in the Super League Committee today. I want to meet you." see him?"

Zhao Ying was silent.

In fact, he didn't listen to what Yunqi said at all, and he didn't even know that he had followed Yunqi to the lounge on the third floor after finishing the test.

Yunqi pushed him into the soft sofa in the lounge, and the waiter brought him a cup of tea. Zhao Ying was in a daze, not knowing when Yunqi left.

The printed paper of the inspection report was placed on the small glass tea table in front of him, and Zhao Ying stared at the bold words on it with dazed eyes.

——The ending you conceived for this novel will be directly erased from your mind.

Under the sun, how many masterpieces can become classics without an ending?

Even "Dream of Red Mansions" has an ending that Gao E continued to write, not to mention whether he could write an article like Duke Cao's.

Just kidding.

Zhao Ying buried her face in her trembling hands.

For Zhao Ying, the memory before the age of 13 is blurred like a watercolor painting blurred by rain. It looks extremely dreamy and beautiful from a distance, but when you want to see it clearly, it turns into intertwined and fused color fragments, which cannot be distinguished out anything.

His memory changed from rain-drenched watercolor painting to meticulous oil painting. The dividing point was one afternoon, 13-year-old Zhao Ying suddenly woke up in the hospital, and the condolences brought him the wreckage of the home that he could not recall.One of them was half burned by the fire, leaving only a few letters on it. I don't know who it will be sent to by Zhao Ying, who remembers everything.

The words on the letter paper belonged to the childish but correct handwriting of a 13-year-old boy.

The former Zhao Ying wrote——I will write a novel that everyone wants to read in the future, and become a great writer!

Did "I" have such a great dream?13-year-old Zhao Yingxiang on the hospital bed.

The dazed child decided to realize this sentence as his life goal. Reading makes him happy, and writing makes him excited. He is sure that he really likes this line of work.Zhao Ying has been moving towards the goal of a great writer, even if he is reborn, his pace cannot be interrupted.

……but?

But, can't conceive the ending of the novel? Excuseme?

With a blank expression on his face, Zhao Ying tore his super power test report into a pile of pieces not much bigger than a fingernail, threw them into the trash can next to the coffee table, and then poured his own cup of black tea into it.

Then he stood up and walked down to the elevator downstairs.

He doesn't believe it, Zhao Yingyin thinks, a super power can stop him from writing novels?

At this moment, in Zhao Ying's eyes, the confidence of a great writer shines on the road ahead. He calmly pressed the elevator button and watched the elevator door slide open in front of him.

There was only one young man inside, absent-mindedly listening to music with headphones on, humming along, and raising his foot to step out of the elevator.

The young man was wearing a baseball cap, a black vest covered in rivets and skulls, and jeans with a crotch that fell to his knees. His hair was half-length, dyed platinum, with highlights at the ends.It may be because the hair dyer had a sudden burst of artistic inspiration. He used the seven colors of the rainbow to highlight the young man. Unfortunately, the result of the artistic inspiration was not artistic at all, but made the young man's hair look like a feather duster. ——It's still of poor quality.

Fortunately, this young man looks good.

Really good looking.

If Zhao Ying puts on makeup to remove dark circles, and can barely be the second male lead in a youth idol drama, then this person has a male lead face that is popular among thousands of girls.He seemed to be of mixed race, his complexion was fairer than the average Asian, his face was handsome and clear, and his lines were perfect and appropriate.The youthful facial features can suppress the discomfort caused by the colorful feather duster hair, and his healthy and flexible body is matched with his clothes full of urban-rural fringe Shamat style, which makes the onlookers want to collect one same style.

The moment he walked out of the elevator, he attracted the attention of everyone on the third floor, only Zhao Ying, who passed by him, just glanced at him casually.

The two exchanged places, Zhao Ying was in the elevator, and the young man was outside the elevator.

At this time, the information brought back by that casual glance was conveyed to Zhao Ying's mind.

...Why do you feel a bit like Tang Su?The sound is similar too.

But how could the sunny and gentle Tang Su be a killer? He denied his feelings and reached out to press the button to the first floor.

Zhao Ying's fingertips stopped at the moment before pressing the button.

He raised his head and looked at the elevator strangely. There was a loud muffled sound just now, as if something heavy had hit the elevator shaft, causing the entire elevator to shake ominously.

The young man who had already stepped out of the elevator heard the voice and turned his head in surprise.

The elevator door hadn't closed yet, he stared wide-eyed, and saw the elevator room he was in not long ago suddenly fall down.