After losing the male supporting script

A young man in dirty clothes and covered in dust pushed open the door, stumbling into the living room with a piece of brilliant colors.

In the corner is an automatic cleaning device, the light screen hanging on the wall is connected to the main network of the interstellar light brain, and the clothing that can be automatically adjusted is placed on the sofa.

The young man who was at odds with the whole world stumbled and turned on the lights all the way, lighting up all the details in front of readers, and instantly igniting the quiet comment group.

Together with Yi Jian, they looked at the world they were familiar with, and gradually dyed the color of the young man's hands and feet. Finally, after he broke into the last room and turned on the last light, there was a rustle outside the living room. The sound of rustling sounded.

The real owner of the house came from outside, asked him patiently, accepted him, and finally let him stay.

Feng Yan looked at the place where the picture last stopped, the boy threw off his slippers, touched the cold ground, and shrank his toes.He looked curiously at the arrangement of the whole room, and finally shrank back into the quilt.

Everything from his return home, except his master's face, is very distorted under the drawing of cartoons.The specific description of the furniture, the details of the furnishings, everything seems to be directly copied from the display life into the picture.

It seems that there is a person standing on one side, watching every moment of communication between them, and then drawing and writing all the pictures stroke by stroke.

Not Zongpu can do it.

"What's going on?" Feng Yan looked at his sofa and living room that appeared in the comic series, and he already understood most of it in his heart.

"Received feedback from the superior that the host has triggered a special plot, so he has the right to know the specific reason." Tuanzi did not give an unknowable reply this time, but clearly recounted the message conveyed above word by word, " After the detection and judgment of the above system, the comic story automatically generates a new small world, so its plot development can directly generate the comics in the world where the host is located, which is separated from the creation of the original author. As for other information about the hero of the small world, The above will not disclose it, so it is impossible to inform the host."

Tuanzi's voice was a little guilty, but it waited for a long time and didn't see any more questions from its host. Instead, it seemed to be thinking while looking at the screen on the interface.It also calmed down and stopped disturbing.

Feng Yan quickly turned off the light screen, his expression was calm, and he didn't seem to be disturbed by the picture he saw.He just glanced at the stack of drawings brought back from the studio that fell into the simulator on the table, and then quietly turned off the light.

Although there are differences in technology, the general world civilization is not far behind.

Feng Yan didn't worry too much, he left the identification key to open the door and the receipt of optical brain delivery on the table, and prepared a breakfast for the teenager by the way, and went to work as usual.

He didn't even call Yi Jian, nor did he greet the boy.

The door of the living room slammed lightly when he walked out of the hallway, and the sound of the youth's youthful footsteps was blocked behind the door.

The mode of not disturbing each other makes Feng Yan very comfortable.The specific identity of the juvenile is indeed still to be discussed, but at least his work and life are not disturbed.

For the time being, he is not interested in becoming a cartoon character, and stepping into the public eye with Yi Jian becomes an object of entertainment.

"Doctor Feng seems to be in a good mood, did anything good happen?"

The little girl sitting in the wheelchair looked curiously, her eyes were rarely indifferent, but the ferocious red mark on the neck also explained the reason.

The lady pushing the wheelchair behind her was dressed luxuriously, and the brooch placed on her chest was made of special star stones, which was extraordinarily gorgeous.There was also a red line on her neck, but the way she looked at Feng Yan was not as friendly as a girl's, but full of disgust and dissatisfaction, mixed with a hint of jealousy.

"Doctor Feng is still working here. I thought that people who can feel emotions can go anywhere, at least they won't stay in a place like a hospital that requires absolute reason." She mocked aloud.

The doctors who come and go around have never been half interested in this farce that often happens, and they will not be today.

"A person like me who cannot become a qualified doctor will naturally not become Ms. Yan's chief surgeon. You can rest assured." Feng Yan glanced at her lightly, smiled at her, but didn't care about her ridicule, walked to the child He approached and touched her head, and stuffed a small piece of candy into her hand.

The little girl held a beautiful candy wrapped in a beautiful crystal candy wrapper. The smile in her eyes deepened, but the smile on her mouth was still a little stiff.But her happy way of saying "thank you" is enough to make many children who have also undergone surgery next to her feel envious.

"Doctor Feng." Before the lady surnamed Yan organized a new discourse to ridicule, another voice came from the side.

Seeing the person coming, Ms. Yan had no choice but to restrain the hostility in her eyes, raised her head arrogantly, and pushed her obsessively happy daughter away.

Leaving a letter, he stood up straight and turned to the direction of the person coming, looking at the man who was also wearing a doctor's white robe but with a messy head on his head.

"What's the matter, Dean." Feng Yan restrained his smile, looked at the sloppy person in front of him, and took a step back, silently showing resistance.

The dean didn't seem to notice his rejection, but just looked at him cheerfully and smiled: "Of course I have something to do with you. Didn't I say before that there is a popular star who will hold a concert recently. His manager is afraid of him There is a problem with the variant body, so I want to ask our hospital to send someone to follow, preferably with the ability to operate at any time. No, I thought of you first..."

"Star? There are still stars now?" Feng Yan frowned, looking at the doctors around him who were only busy picking up new medical materials for research, he really couldn't think of any existence that could be called a star.

"Isn't it because you don't pay attention? There was a very popular comic some time ago, "The Voice of Songs". Now the government has begun to pay attention to the influence of music, an ancient culture, so many singers have been discovered. The star I'm talking about is It has become popular recently, although his singing is not as effective as the characters in the comics, but it can already arouse the mood swings of people who have not been implanted to a certain extent." The dean said, looking at Feng Yan's unconcerned expression Quickly coughed twice, "This star is also the youngest son of a certain general in the Federation. The general cared a lot, so this task was sent to us. And it doesn't necessarily mean that something will happen, maybe it just needs to go to catch up A few days. In just a few days, you can earn this amount of star coins, and you can’t get so much if you perform operations on those nobles now.”

The dean made exaggerated gestures, but the people listening to him didn't feel interested in it at all.

Feng Yan just waved his hand, flipped through the medical records in his hand and said quickly: "No need, I don't need a lot of money. The next operation is about to start, let's go first."

When the dean who was behind reacted and wanted to say something, the man had already gone somewhere with his long legs.

The dean, who still couldn't find anyone after looking around in a daze, was not annoyed. He scratched his hair and looked at the light brain in hand, with a smile on his lips, "It's still a week, I can't catch you yet?"

The surrounding doctors looked at the dean who was insane every day, and spontaneously avoided, and went to their next work place one after another.

Feng Yan here does not know that he has been completely targeted by the dean and determined to be the final candidate.

Although the boy was left alone at home, it was impossible for him to ignore someone who might be the Su Jian of this world.In addition to sufficient money and basic needs, he also specially applied for a personal optical brain for the next year for the child.The name is Yi Jian. If he wants to live in this world forever, with this optical brain and the information on it, he will be a complete resident of the future year, not a black household with comic characters.

It is reasonable to say that it is difficult to apply for this kind of identity certificate, and there are many procedures, but fortunately, he has done a lot of operations and knows a lot of people.The person he entrusted was extremely efficient, and it took less than a day to send a message.

"I sent you everything, are you busy now? In surgery?"

Feng Yan moved his eyes away from the communicator, and scanned the shift schedule that he had just held in his hand to deceive the dean.The previous six days were full of typesetting from morning to night, and today is a full break after six days of shifts, but there is a specific situation of a patient that needs to be confirmed by him.No real major surgery and no work actually.

"Not busy. How is things going?" After a long pause, Feng Yan added a word "busy" before replying to the message.

"It's done properly, isn't it the matter of your child's household registration. I have a lot of acquaintances in this area, and it's not like you don't know it. Let me tell you, like my aunt..."

The chatterbox on the other end of the communicator was sending a steady stream of messages, and the latter part was a self-proclaimed one. I heard it once when Feng Yan asked him for help, so naturally I have no interest in redialing it again.

So before he could continue, he quickly sent a reply: "Well, thank you very much this time, next time you come to me for surgery, [-]% off."

"What kind of discount is [-]% off? Well, I'm not that bad..." The unfinished words on the other side were quickly hung up in a beeping voice.

Feng Yan, who confirmed that his personal optical brain has been sent to his home, thought about it and felt that he should go back soon and teach the children to perform basic registration and binding.Those things that were originally planned to be delayed until night are still earlier...

Just as he thought this, his personal optical brain sounded again.

This time it was no longer a friend, but a function he had never used.

[Parent-child binding status, it is detected that the attached end is turned on, does the online mode need to be turned on? 】

Feng Yan carefully savored the amount of information in this passage, and then recalled the amount of information in his friend's nonsense, and quickly discovered the key to the misunderstanding.

He remembered that what he seemed to be talking about was filling up the account for the child.

But when did he say that he had a child?