After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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What is the difference between Zhao Huayuan and himself?

Most of the answers held by the systems are: the difference between high civilization and low civilization, the difference between the master and the manipulated, the difference between the creator and virtual data.

But everyone thinks this is the case, right?

In Zhao Huayuan's eyes, all the emotions of the heroine are real.

However, the fact is that the true feelings of this so-called plane character are the least valuable thing in the eyes of the system, and they can change and control them at will.

The reason why the heroine lost her mind again and again and forgave the president who hurt her many times was because the system forcibly changed her mind, pushed the plot and created a HE ending.

And the reason why 422 cares so much about Zhao Huayuan being chosen as the protagonist in the script is because the moment he is written into the script, his emotions are not his own, and he will be incomprehensible by other plane characters power push.

Zhao Huayuan said that he would obey when he was violated, and then take revenge.

The scary thing is that the systems will make him forget even the thought of revenge.

In the end, he will be like this heroine, only when he is about to die, when he is out of the plot, will he feel that he is really alive, and the rest of the time is just a puppet.

At the same time, another more terrifying conjecture of 422 became more and more intense.

Just like Zhao Huayuan didn't know that many of the people around him were characters in the script of another higher creature, he himself may also be the product of another higher creature's creation, and his thoughts and all his life are nothing more than that. A line of characters typed out by a creature.

Because Zhao Huayuan's film and television work is analogous to the system, isn't it the work of their system to create the world?

This is a matryoshka conjecture that makes people feel chills.

Zhao Huayuan leaned over, and touched 422's face with his warm fingertips, making 422's whole body tremble.

He was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Why don't you answer? Can you eat breakfast that a living person eats?"

422 grabbed his hand with such strength that the other party was astonished, 422 said very seriously: "You take me to the company within this week, no, you bring the teddy bear to the company, don't leave that teddy bear alone!" Kilometers away, no, tonight I will increase the angle of view to two kilometers, but that's conservative, you'd better not exceed one kilometer... Listen to me carefully."

"I'm listening." Zhao Huayuan half-kneeled and reached out to hug the disturbed ghost roommate: "Although I don't know why you are so nervous, but you have been worrying about me since yesterday, and I will follow what you said."

He kissed the cold and white ear tip of the other party: "Don't worry, I will be fine."

"That's fine." 422 pushed his face away indifferently: "Also, don't kiss me secretly."

"You know?" Zhao Huayuan was pushed so hard by the ghost claw that his lips were blurred.

Squeezing this handsome face that can only be found in male protagonists, 422 cruelly increased his strength, making the opponent's mouth pout like a goldfish: "You are so cute as a man."

Fortunately, I couldn't eat the breakfast he made, otherwise I would vomit it all up.

Zhao Jinyu rolled his eyeballs, and winked at him charmingly: "Mu."

vomit--

Poor male ghost, all disgusted and deformed.

422 was so disgusted that he pressed the wrong button, his brain waves flew to the failed body model, and the place where the male ghost was was replaced by a white plastic body.

Then, because the body model's vomiting expression was too weird, Zhao Huayuan was also disgusted by successfully attacking poison with poison.

Early in the morning, one person and one system vomited.

Human beings are the first to admit defeat: "Can you not release this thing in the future, I promise I will never act cute again."

The system is not forgiving: "How do I talk, what is this thing, this is my body, the male ghost and the teddy bear are the avatars."

Zhao Huayuan showed an expression of despair and disgust because of his roommate's unexpected ugliness.

He pondered for a minute, as if he was trying to build his mind, and finally raised his head and said seriously: "Forget it, the father doesn't think the son is ugly."

The system immediately decided: "I have made up my mind, I will live like this in the future, and I will not optimize it."

He reminded the opposite side: "Look at your phone."

Zhao Huayuan picked up the phone and looked - the screen saver of the phone was a close-up of the face of the body model.

Then slide into the main page, the wallpaper is also this ugly face.

Even when entering WeChat, the background of the chat has turned into a large expanse of strange white.

Looking at the computer table, there is a huge and clear white humanoid face that looks like vomit on the screen.

This is called besieged on all sides and ambush on all sides.

The man stood up suddenly: "Okay, let's live like this from now on."

He moved a chair in front of the computer desk, went to the closet and pulled out a rope, and then lifted the white model on the bed.

This body model has not been filled with anything yet, and it is light when picked up. Under the claws of human beings, it vividly interprets what is called the nape of the neck that has been lifted up by fate.

Zhao Huayuan quickly tied the model to the wooden chair, so that the wooden chair faced the mirror.

"From now on, I'll put mirrors on the entire wall," the man said cruelly. "Anyway, I have to go out during the day, and turn off the lights when I come back. I'll see who can't survive."

422 looked at himself in the mirror - oh my god, it's really a bit spicy, especially after being tied up, it's even more disgusting.

Qian Jin begged for a pair of eyes that hadn't seen her.

"Brother, open the door." At the right time, the voice of the brother forced to come in from outside the door: "I have something to eat, let's see if you like it."

Seeing the movement of the person next to him, 422 thought that he had to untie himself before opening the door, but saw him go straight to the door and open the door openly.

Brother Bi smiled and brought him a plate of steamed buns: "It's just out of the pot, it's hot, and Ah Man said it's delicious."

Ah Man let out an "ah".

Brother Bi smiled and turned back: "Aman, didn't you say you have a gift for your neighbor?"

Ah Man stiffly withdrew his gaze from 422, coughed and said, "Cough, yes..."

Brother Bi smiled and turned his head back again: "Aman said that your teddy bear may need...cough," Brother Bi finally saw the thing tied to the chair, his smile froze instantly, but he was not good at showing Too obvious, the corner of the mouth twitched and continued: "Maybe I need some clothes... Cough, well, I don't know if your teddy bear is male or female, she has some clothes from the previous dolls, unopened, here, for you! "

Then Brother forced Baozi and Ah Man stuffed the bags into his left and right hands, and they both ran away.

"Very good," 422 said bitterly, "Now the neighbors know that you are playing wild."

The mirror was on the wall next to the door, and the chair was facing the door.

He felt that the eyes of those two people were almost scorching his delicate plastic skin.

The only consolation is that not only the system loses face, but also Zhao Huayuan.

But Zhao Huayuan didn't seem to care whether he was ashamed or not.

He put the buns on the table and started to unpack the pink and white paper bag Ah Man handed him.

As soon as I opened it, I laughed.

The beautiful man was delighted, fluffy and radiant, but 422 suddenly had a bad premonition.

"I didn't expect to have a nice neighbor." The surname Zhao took out a delicate plastic package from the paper bag and shook the contents inside: "I really want to do whatever I want."

422 also saw the contents of that plastic bag, and the facial features, which were already arranged in a weird way, were all out of place.

Man!How can you, a little girl, repay your kindness with revenge! !

In Zhao Huayuan's hand was the same style of the teddy bear pink dress that he got when swiping his phone.

"If you insist on hurting each other," the man pointed the pink skirt in the direction of the teddy bear: "I will let one of your clones wear this skirt."

"I optimize!" 422 roared: "I will optimize tonight! Put it down!"

The two parties finally reached an agreement to optimize the white unknown object to the extent that it can be seen before the male ghost avatar can no longer be used, otherwise it will continue to use the bear body to move around.

Their internal squabbling managed to consume the morning.

It was only in the afternoon that their time utilization efficiency improved.

422 was talking to the team members about the idea of ​​the script, while Zhao Huayuan was cleaning.

When Zhao Huayuan was cleaning the computer desk, he accidentally touched the pink bow behind the book to the ground. He picked it up and dusted it.

He asked the teddy bear who was seriously typing on the keyboard of the underworld: "Do people who die of illness also go to the underworld?"

Bear Claw paused: "It depends on luck."

If the little girl was cast as a character in a horror script before or at the moment of her death, she would have a soul.

On the contrary, all her resources will be redistributed by this world, and the entire plane will not have her existence.

She never appeared to the plane after the last person who remembered her had forgotten her.

Zhao Huayuan put the pink bowknot in the drawer, and put it together with the delicate and lovely pink clothes, hats, etc. sent by Aman.

They're just the right color combination for a small outfit.

It looks like a little girl lying in a drawer.

The only time I saw her was she was wearing a hospital gown. It would be very cute if she wore these pink skirts like an ordinary little girl, right?

422 couldn't help but stare at the yellow wooden drawer being closed, as if he was watching the little girl walk into the funeral, while he was silently sending her off for the last time.

He thought of the computer on the desk, and the story of the little girl stored in a folder, and suddenly became curious.

"You obviously wrote about that girl, why didn't you post it?"

Zhao Huayuan is a film and television worker. As a system that does similar work, 422 actually thought about turning this story into a script.

For the things that touch me, the action of turning them into works is almost subconscious.

Zhao Huayuan continued to clean up other things, flicking the ashes from the stack of books on the table, the top one was "From Reality to Story" written by a foreigner: "It's just a record, it can't be used to publish creations, At least not in the short term."

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Huayuan explained: "It means... If I use this incident as the basis of my creation, even if I use a pseudonym, as long as I don't change the plot too much, when it is so close to the place where the story takes place and the time span is so close, others will discover this incident. The risk of adaptation based on real events will be relatively high."

"This may lead to speculation and cyberbullying. The girl's brother is taking the college entrance examination, and the girl's friend is about to undergo corneal transplantation. How should they go down amidst the accusations?" My friends are willing to give up their own lives, but in the eyes of others, is a pair of eyes worth a life?"

Once a group or individual has a strong enough influence, a word from the speaker may change the life of some people.

The precious gift that the little girl gave to her friends with her life may become an excuse for others to abuse their friends online if it is not handled properly.

Sitting in front of the computer, Zhao Huayuan looked at the folders on the computer that were subdivided into several sections, and said leisurely, "There are some things that only you can remember better."

"For example, your ugly photos," he pointed at the desktop: "You can appreciate it yourself, and quickly replace my desktop."

Gee.

[The author has something to say: I heard that comments help the harmonious relationship between roommates (+?°+??+?°)?]