After wearing the book, I became a master of time management

[I hypnotized him last night, but I haven't woken up yet. 】

[Call me. 】

【OK. 】

"Buzzing."

The phone on the table vibrated, and Ye Shuyu took it with a smile.

"What? You say it again?"

Ye Shuyu seemed to have heard an extremely shocking news. He looked a little terrified, pursed his lips, gave Song Bai a slight nod, then got up and walked to the balcony.

"Is Mom all right?"

"I'm going to the hospital now."

Ye Shuyu hung up the phone. He looked at Song Bai with some embarrassment: "Mr. Song, something happened to my family. I need to ask for a leave of absence from today's class."

Song Bo paused, then got up quickly: "I'll take you there, take my car."

Ye Shuyu pursed his lips, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, he originally intended to go to the airport to meet Gu Yun, but Song Bai wanted to send him off, so he couldn't tell any more lies, lest he get a bad impression.

He smiled weakly: "Then Mr. Song is in trouble."

Ye Shuyu raised his eyebrows when he saw Song Bai's car in the garage.

Yo, two, a Bentley and a Porsche.

It seems that Mr. Song is richer than he imagined.

Song Bai got into the car, and he didn't know what was wrong with him. In fact, he could have asked the other party to wait for him to drive the car out by the side of the road, and took the other party to the garage to make him realize that he had two cars, as if deliberately telling The other party seems to have a little money.

He looked at Ye Shuyu in the co-pilot, and the other party seemed to be immersed in the worries of his mother's illness, and didn't seem to notice his little thoughts.

He collected himself, turned sideways and fastened Ye Shuyu's seat belt.

"Auntie will be fine." Song Bai comforted, then paused: "Which hospital are you in?"

Ye Shuyu came to his senses: "North Attachment [-] B District."

Song Bai nodded and concentrated on driving.

【Host, you are an orphan in this world, and you don't have a sick mother. 】

[Yeah, so you have to do tricks, right? 】

【Host, you violated...】

【If you don't even have this ability, then what use will I have you for. 】

Ye Shuyu rubbed his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

【...】

This is the second time he has played games with the system since he passed through the book. The first time was to make himself look like Yu Ze by six or seven points, and the second time was to let the system create a person who had never existed in the book. His disguise adds credibility.

He is testing how high the authority of the system is and to what extent it can be achieved.

If the system can tamper with the base of this world, then there are many things he can do.

[Host, your conditions are too harsh, fictional characters require too much energy. 】

[If you need to build a "sick mother" to complete your credibility]

【You need to experience your mother's symptoms for a month, but you only experience pain, which will not endanger your life. 】

[Is it built? 】

Sure enough, there are conditions, Ye Shuyu covered the joy at the corner of his mouth, and he sighed softly.

[Okay, just stomach cancer. 】

[The system is processing... successfully created. 】

After the sound, his stomach felt as if he had been hit hard. Ye Shuyu gritted his teeth and covered his stomach.

There was a spasm in the stomach, as if a knife was stirring over and over in the stomach, as if to crush all the internal organs.

"Hmm." He let out a muffled snort. Seeing his appearance, Song Bai immediately pulled over and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Ye Shuyu's complexion was pale, and he pointed to his belly with a weak finger: "It's okay, it's an old problem."

Song Baiming understood that the other party just had a stomachache, and he couldn't bear it: "Do you want to deal with it first?"

Ye Shuyu looked at Song Bai weakly: "Mr. Song, can you rub my stomach for me? I have no strength."