Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

The attack on the original plot line has reached [-]%, the task has been completed, and the standard for breaking away from the world has been met.

Shen Xinglan was lying on the desk, when he heard the voice of 96, a warm white light appeared in front of his eyes, and his body became extremely light.

"The calculation of the various data is as follows: the ratings have been stable at 0.8, breaking 1 at the highest, and won the title of the most stable ratings king, with a reward of 20."

"The degree of completion of the green tea character set, the comprehensive evaluation is 30 points, and the reward is [-]."

"The original plot is 50% hit, and the fate of the characters is reversed, so that the original owner has a brighter future. The reward is [-]."

"Because of breaking the record and reaching the title of the fastest interpreter, I got an extra 100. I got a special reward of 210 million. In summary, the total amount of all the money adds up to [-] million."

"The novice dungeon ended successfully, and I will give you a skill card, please accept it—"

96 looked at various streams of data passing by, showing a satisfied smile.He has worked with many hosts, and no world line has ever been reversed so perfectly.

It's happy for what book.

After the clearing and settlement work is completed, 96 can report back to the headquarters.

To be on the safe side, it checked all the data again from beginning to end.

Huge and complex bright green light kept rushing from the eyes, and suddenly, a dark red character flew past like a fish.

It was just a very small and subtle abnormal data among hundreds of millions of data, which was immediately caught by 96. It looked at the abnormal data and fell into deep thought.

It's really strange. When I went to the headquarters for a meeting, the headquarters said that the special commissioner would assist in the investigation and kill X.

But from the beginning to the end, 96 never saw the special commissioner. Not only that, but its experience in operating the system for many years told it that something went wrong.

This abnormal data has to be reported immediately, and the whole world has to be repaired and adjusted.

He Shu has gained a new life, with Mr. Yan who cares about him, and his brother He Shengyuan regularly visits him. He will definitely have a very bright future when he is admitted to X University in the future.This is the most perfect ending line, and it must be archived first.

Wait, He Shu, only one brother?

96 paused to think for a long time, it found that it couldn't remember anyway, and then it began to go back, the whole plot line, from the beginning to the end, He Shu only had the brother He Shengyuan.

No one else ever showed up.

96 was extremely confused, this feeling that he knew something was wrong, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't grasp it, it was terrible.

When she opened her eyes, Shen Xinglan had already returned to her own world.

He had a car accident, and he had already stepped into the gate of hell, because he was bound to the "My life is up to me" system, and miraculously got the chance to survive from the tragic car accident.

In the dimly lit room, from the moment the young man opened his eyes, the sensor lights in the entire room spontaneously lit up.

Shen Xinglan got up from the bed, rolled up his sleeves, there was a faint red line on his thin and fair arm, at the moment it only lit up a short section.

96 had told him that only when it was fully illuminated would he be safe and sound.And every time you enter the world copy, you will continue to renew your life like lighting a lamp.

He stared at it quietly for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

A handsome and pale face appeared through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His facial features were a bit cold and tender when he was not smiling. The T-shirt looked a little loose on his body. The young man had slender limbs and a tall and straight figure.

After washing his face, Shen Xinglan felt hungry for the first time in a long time. Like most programmers in the interstellar era, he worked as a businessman at two o'clock and one line every day, often worked overtime, and stayed at home on weekends to catch up on sleep.

Can not go out, never go out.

He used his optical computer to order a takeaway, as if pinching the order, a phone call came in.

Shen Xinglan walked to the window, pulled the curtain with one hand and opened it, and tapped the answer on the light screen with the other hand.

A low, warm voice came from the other end of the phone, as if the spring breeze in March blows the green branches, unconsciously making people happy physically and mentally: "Xinglan, are you home now?"

Shen Xinglan looked out the window, it was already evening, and the fire clouds were bright and lively.

He murmured, suddenly unable to remember how long he had slept, "Yes."

The man heard his sleepy voice, and chuckled softly: "Just happened to pass by downstairs of your house on business, come out for a meal?"

Shen Xinglan, who was already hungry, nodded in response: "Then I'll change clothes."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Xinglan came to the closet. Most of the clothes in his closet were black, gray and brown. The so-called change of clothes didn't make much difference.

But he couldn't bear to go out in his crumpled clothes after sleeping for so long.

Taking a casual glance, Shen Xinglan picked out a black long sleeve.

When going downstairs, a hover car was parked by the driveway. The man was sitting in the driver's seat with the window open. He held a light brain in one hand, lowered his eyes to listen to the report from the other side, and pursed his thin lips in a sharp arc.

The setting sun slanted and fell on his thin arms that stood outside the window, his shirt was half rolled up, and a cigarette was caught between his long fingers hanging down.

The whole picture is like a big screen movie.

"I won't increase the percentage points. Give me the results tonight...and let me see the semi-finished product next time," the man said indifferently, "It's better to hire a group of robots than to hire you, what do you think?"

Shen Xinglan stopped a few steps away from the car, and avoided politely.

Song Qingsong is one of his few friends. He has lost his memory and doesn't quite remember how the two met. The other party has always been by his side.

Song Qingsong in front of him, always smiling and gentle, considerate gentleman, but decisive and resolute when working.

After standing for not long, the man caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye. He hung up the phone, stubbed out his cigarette, got off the driver, and handed him a small paper bag:

"The location has been booked, let's eat some fried chestnut pads on the way."

Shen Xinglan paused for two seconds, perhaps in He Shu's world, Song Xu's various overtures brought him a little psychological shadow.

He didn't answer: "I'm not hungry."

Song Qingsong lowered his head, took a panoramic view of the expression on his face, and said with a smile, "I bought it when I was hungry, and I will give it to you when I can't finish it. Really don't want it?"

It turned out that he was thinking too much.

Shen Xinglan hesitated for a while, but still took it. The man opened the door for him, and he got in the car and sat down.

He likes spicy food, Song Qingsong ordered a private restaurant, the head chef was already familiar with their taste, when they arrived, four dishes and one soup had already been prepared.

Shen Xinglan's light brain vibrated, and he took it out to look at it, his eyes lit up, like shooting stars flashing across the night sky.

The text message reminded him that he had 210 million in his account, and the remaining balance was 300 million.

Song Qingsong warmed his chopsticks for him, and when he saw this, he was used to saying, "Have you been paid?"

Shen Xinglan has always been calm, and the only thing that can make his emotions fluctuate a little is money.

He nodded, a little happy, like a squirrel hoarding food for the winter.

"I like money so much." Song Qingsong pushed Wen Hao's bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and laughed lowly, "Then come to work in my company?"

Knowing that he was joking, Shen Xinglan followed suit: "Succeed, I will go if the annual salary exceeds [-] million."

The curve of Song Qingsong's lips deepened, and he stretched out his hand to unbutton the two buttons, "Are you sick? Seeing that your complexion is not very good."

Shen Xinglan raised his hand and touched his cheek, saving his life from the god of death, where could his face be so good?

Because of the agreement signed with the system, the traces of the car accident were also quietly erased, so the people around him didn't know what happened to him.

He murmured softly, took a sip of soup and drank it, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"It's not very comfortable."

The dining table fell into a little silence.

Said they were eating together, Song Qingsong watched him eat most of the time, and he didn't take a bite.

When he was about to finish eating, Song Qingsong suddenly said: "WE's artificial intelligence project has a problem again."

WE is Shen Xinglan's company, and artificial intelligence is the highest level project.

He hadn't heard about this matter yet. He didn't expect Song Qingsong to know about it first, so he didn't care: "The higher-ups should come up with a solution."

He is currently an intermediate engineer, and he is not in charge of artificial intelligence, so there is no need to worry about it.

After finishing speaking, Shen Xinglan belatedly grasped the important point: "Again?"

Song Qingsong looked at him quietly, Mo Lan's pupils were full of sternness: "There was a problem with their project 15 years ago. At that time, many engineers were involved in it, and many people were imprisoned."

"So, I just said that I let you come to my company is not a joke," the man was very gentle, giving him room to choose, "You can think about it carefully."

In the interstellar era, the average lifespan of a person is more than 20 years old, [-] years old is considered an adult, and those under [-] years old are young people.

Shen Xinglan is 35 this year. He should have experienced that accident, but he can't remember anything because of amnesia.

"Thank you, but I don't have to think about it," Shen Xinglan said without any hesitation, "I like my current job."

A trace of regret flashed across Song Qingsong's eyes, "It turns out that even money can't impress you anymore."

That's not the case, if you give enough money, you can be moved, otherwise Shen Xinglan wouldn't take system tasks just to make money.

Yes, in a car accident, 96 used resurrection to lure him into a gang, but what really made Shen Xinglan make up his mind was the generous reward.

It's also very strange to say that after Shen Xinglan lost his memory, he had no desires or desires. He had no parents, no relatives, and even very few friends.

But inexplicably obsessed with money.

A voice in the dark kept telling him to save money quickly and save more, or he might regret it.

Shen Xinglan wants to make money, but he doesn't want to change jobs. He likes to code and enjoy the sense of accomplishment of being immersed in the three-dimensional world and creating the world with his own hands.

He just smiled and didn't speak.

When returning home, 96 contacted him through the optical brain terminal, asking him where he would like to go in the next world, and then sent him a lot of options.

Farming, infrastructure, court, self-cultivation, entertainment circle, etc.

Shen Xinglan inexplicably felt like he was picking a tourist destination. It was a little fresh. He chose the entertainment industry and cultivation, and sent them to 96.

96 received the reply, and sent another cute cat head emoji, asking him to take a good rest in the past two days and recharge his batteries.

I don't know how long it will take to go back. When Shen Xinglan got up the next day, he simply asked the company for a short vacation, and handed over several key projects at hand to his colleagues.

During the handover, the colleague was taken aback: "You are not going to leave the job, are you?"

Shen Xinglan is the team leader of the mid-level engineer department. For some more complicated and important projects, he is responsible for solving core technical problems, and other people provide assistance.

As time passed, colleagues gradually began to rely on him and worship him. In their hearts, Shen Xinglan was no different from a teacher.

Shen Xinglan handed the organized cardboard boxes to the other party, and different items were categorized and labeled with different colors.

"I'll be back," he said, "just not sure when."

The colleague breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I haven't seen you for a few days. I see that you have lost weight. You must take care of yourself."

Shen Xinglan responded, waved to them, and left the company.

The two letters of WE are projected around the office building in the form of holograms, constantly surrounding them, full of sense of technology.

When he swiped his access control card and left from the company gate, he looked back. The mirror glass filtered out ultraviolet rays and prevented outsiders from prying eyes. He looked like a cold and tall giant.

Thinking of what Song Qingsong said last night, Shen Xinglan paused. If it wasn't for the seriousness of the matter, Song Qingsong would not have asked him to change jobs. He should have asked about the specific situation in the company just now.

He didn't plan to go back again, he just edited a text message on the optical brain and sent it to a colleague, asking him to help him find out.

"Are you ready?" 96's familiar voice rang in Shen Xinglan's ear, "Close your eyes."

Bursts of white light poured into the eye sockets, making people dizzy, Shen Xinglan closed his eyes gently.

Not long after, he was awakened by loud and chaotic sounds.

Shen Xinglan had never seen such a blazing sun, and he felt a little tingling when it shone on him. He felt his throat was dry and itchy, and he was extremely short of water.

There was a little blond girl kneeling on his knees, her tears wet his knees, and she tried to hug him tightly with all her strength.

"Brother, brother, don't go..." She cried so much that she almost fainted.

Shen Xinglan looked at her eyes, closed them again, and opened them again, even though he was as calm as him, he couldn't help doubting life.

——The lower body of the little girl was soaked in the water tank, and the streamer of the white skirt was swaying on the water surface. Under the skirt were not human legs, but a two-meter-long red-brown fish tail covered with scales.

Compulsory education in the interstellar era has been raised to 16 years, with an average bachelor's degree per capita, and they all accept the materialist view and grow up with Marxist ideas.

Although Shen Xinglan should reshape his world view from the moment he met 96, it doesn't mean that he can calmly accept that when he wakes up, he will be hugged and cried by a fish.

Besides, if I remember correctly, when he chose the world, he only chose the two labels of entertainment circle and cultivation?

Which of these two labels can a mermaid be classified into?

"96." Shen Xinglan paused and reminded, "World Line."

96, who usually responded to every request and couldn't stop chattering, was silent and didn't give him any response.

Sensing his slight movements, the little girl thought he was going to leave immediately, panicked, and hugged his legs even tighter.

"Brother, listen to me," she raised her crying face, her teary eyes were pure and clean, "You can't marry that person, you can't!"

Shen Xinglan lowered her head and glanced, the little girl had a face astonishing as a heavenly being, her eyes were as blue as the blue sea, her black hair was snow-skinned, and her long pale golden curly hair spread around her like seaweed.

Her arms were like steel imprisoning him, as if she would insist on protecting him even if she died.

Since I can't count on 96, I can only rely on myself to sort out the information.

Shen Xinglan didn't find any paper nearby, so Shen Xinglan gently wiped her tears with his sleeve. Only then did he notice that he was wearing a pure white suit.

"Don't cry yet," he coaxed patiently, "If you cry again, you will become ugly."

Being coaxed like this, not only did the little girl feel bad, her tears flowed more and more violently, "Don't get married, me, I won't cry."

Shen Xinglan's heart suddenly felt distressed, a strong desire made him want to hug her, and he didn't want her to be sad anymore.

This should be the instinctive emotion of the original owner.

He leaned over, encircled her gently, and slowly stroked her hair: "Can you tell me why?"

"I, I..." The little girl tried her best to make a sound, but no matter how hard she tried, even if her vocal cords were bleeding due to excessive tearing, she couldn't utter a word.

Predicting the future is a gift from God, but the price is that it cannot be told to anyone, nor can it change the direction of things.

After several unsuccessful utterances, the little girl suddenly became ruthless. She was so anxious and flustered that she directly pinched her own neck with both hands!

Threads of blood gushed out of her mouth and fell into the water tank under her body. Strands of blood floated to the surface of the water, glowing faintly golden in the sunlight.

Shen Xinglan's face suddenly changed, he stood up abruptly, put his hand around her arm to prevent her from hurting him:

"Can't you say it? Be good, I won't ask, brother is wrong, I'm sorry."

The little girl coughed a few times, her lips were full of blood foam, her eyes were sad and hopeless, as if she was more sad than her own death.

"A lot, a lot..." Her expression was firm, even if she couldn't write a sentence, even if she went against the sky, she would do her best to tell him and protect her beloved brother, "It's not good...it's a matter."

"I will, I will..."

She couldn't continue, because Shen Xinglan covered her mouth, and what gushed out of her lips was not red blood, but golden blood.

The little girl is still crying. In order to come here, she spent ten days and ten nights crossing mountains and seas, day and night.

She didn't have time to eat, she didn't take care of herself, she was tired and hungry, her golden scales were peeled off by the sun, and her skin was sore.

But she doesn't care about these, as long as she can prevent her brother from getting married, everything is worth it.

Suddenly, she was stunned, because the young man hugged her, and with the most gentle force in the world, he half knelt beside the water tank and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I swear, I will take good care of myself," he looked at her. "Then promise me, you will take good care of yourself, okay?"

There was a violent knocking sound from outside the wooden door, and it seemed as if the door would break through the wall if it was not opened.

"Isn't it alright? It's been an hour!"

"If you don't get in the car, the auspicious time will be delayed, Mr. Makino, please hurry up."

Shen Xinglan turned a deaf ear, he stroked the little girl's hair, "Huh?"

Perhaps gaining strength from his gentle reassurance, Mu Yu finally felt less afraid, and she nodded timidly.

Shen Xinglan got up and wanted to go out, but was suddenly pulled back by the little girl behind her.

The force was very light, and he withdrew it in a moment, but Shen Xinglan still stopped. He knelt down on one knee, looked into her eyes, and said seriously:

"I'll go out and have a look first, you find a place to hide, and I'll come to you again at night."

The little girl looked at him for a long time, her wet eyelashes drooped like two thick fans, she was speechless at this moment, and could only express herself through movements.

She nodded solemnly, then sank into the water tank with a grunt, her blonde hair floating around her like silk, and her fish tail curled up in a ball.

Mu Yu looked at him worriedly, walked around in a circle, and finally got in through the connected hole at the bottom of the water tank, and swam away.

After persuading the little girl to leave, Shen Xinglan straightened his skirt and casually glanced at his surroundings.

The room is full of flowers and balloons, and the initials "QM" are surrounded by red hearts in the middle of the wooden wall. Sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the south side. Outside is the blue sky and floating white clouds, and the sound of seagulls flying over the sea can be heard from time to time.

Shen Xinglan's first instinct was that this arrangement was really ugly. If it was really him who got married, he would definitely not have arranged it like this, it was too crude and hasty.

The wooden door was slammed loudly, and someone outside kept calling the door: "Mr. Mu! Mr. Mu, are you okay? If you are still here, please come back to us."

Just as he was about to take another shot, the door was opened from the inside. A young man in white clothes and silver hair stood at the door with emerald green eyes like emerald beads. He said coldly, "Have you had enough shots?"

All the people who came to pick up the bride had only heard of Mr. Mu who had fascinated His Highness, but had never seen him.

The moment he showed up, everyone's breath was stagnant, thinking in unison, this kind of beauty is completely worthy of a peerless beauty, no wonder His Highness protects him like an eyeball, for fear that others will miss him.

No one dared to look at him. The man standing in front bowed his head and said, "Sorry, we were too anxious just now. Your Highness has ordered us to pay attention to your safety."

The mermaid he had seen before had reshaped Shen Xinglan's world view from head to toe, and now he was not surprised to hear the word "His Royal Highness".

Shen Xinglan paused: "Is it time?"

These people were in a hurry before they opened the door, but now seeing him safe and sound, they returned to the original rules one by one.

"Yes, the ceremony will be held in half an hour," someone replied, "At that time, people all over the galaxy will watch the live broadcast of your marriage with His Highness on time."

Shen Xinglan almost understood the current situation, he nodded slightly: "Then let's go."

The place where the original owner lived was a small wooden building with a hollow structure, half of the foundation was buried in the sand, and it was very close to the sea. When he went out, he could feel the sea breeze blowing towards his face.

In the real world, Shen Xinglan didn't like the sea breeze very much, it was full of fishy smell.But now being blown by the sea breeze, Shen Xinglan... is hungry.

If I have to describe it, it is probably the smell of barbecue, hot pot, bibimbap, salad, and fried chicken for people who haven't eaten for several days.

If it wasn't for the fact that someone was watching and following her instinct, Shen Xinglan would immediately want to jump into the sea.

But he calmly suppressed this longing, and called 96 again, but still no one answered him.

A long line of luxury suspension cars was parked at the entrance of the wooden building. The long bright red carpet was spread on the soft sand. All men in black stood beside the cars, moving in unison.

Shen Xinglan bent down and got into the car, looking out through the car window, the blue ocean was sparkling in the sun, calm and peaceful.

He only hoped that the little girl could hide it well and that no accidents would happen.

The suspension car starts to start and drives steadily, like an arrow off the string.

96, which has disappeared for a long time, is finally online at this moment, and it has never used such a serious tone:

"Shen Xinglan, something is wrong with this world, you shouldn't be here."