Interstellar Gardener

[Zi...unknown impact...data damage...Zi la...emergency repair...]

The frequent electric current is like an invisible big hand, constantly tearing in the brain.

The person lying on the bed soon turned pale with cold sweat, his slender body was buried in the bedding and remained motionless, only the muffled groans that overflowed from his lips and teeth let people know that he was suffering great pain.

"Yan Yang, did your promise yesterday be flushed down the toilet? Get up quickly!"

The angry voice exploded in the ear, and the drowsy consciousness was pulled back by the sharp tingling sensation.

Yan Yang opened his eyes, and the white ceiling continued to rotate in his field of vision. He gasped, put his hands on his forehead, and slid even harder into the depths of the quilt, and slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing such aggressive behavior, the figure standing by the bed finally lifted the quilt unbearably, and roared: "Did you hear that, hurry up... what's wrong with you?"

The roaring stopped abruptly.

At this time, the person beside the bed finally noticed the young man's pale face and twitching body, and hurriedly walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The soft sunlight in the morning immediately entered the small room, dispelling the darkness.

Although the electric current was still screaming sharply in his head, and his vision was a little blurred, the behavior of the person beside the bed to lift the quilt still put Yan Yang into a state of counterattack.

Holding the hard object at hand with one hand, he pulled out the pillow with his backhand, and slammed it on the figure by the window quickly and mercilessly.

Yan Yang rolled over and got off the bed, regardless of his trembling body, he quickly looked for something to defend himself.

"Fuck! Did you take the wrong medicine?!"

Just turning around, he was hit in the eye by Zhinao, and before he could scream, his face was covered with a pillow, even a saint would be angry.

What's more, he is not!

But seeing the young man's teetering but still holding on, the man covered his eyes that were hit, gritted his teeth, lowered his volume angrily, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Yang blinked, and finally saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.

The skin is not festered...

Eyes are not red...

The expression is a little painful...

This is - human beings!

Yan Yang lowered his eyes, no longer put on a defensive posture, but kept on guard secretly, and said in a low voice, "Headache."

When the round and lovely toes came into sight, Yan Yang's expression moved, and he turned his attention away from his surroundings, looking at his new body without any trace.

That's right, a new body!

When he was ten years old, one of his toes was ripped off by a mutated animal, and he still has a terrible scar.

Moreover, Yan Yang clearly remembered that in order to protect the deserted town, he died with the Zombie King.

The situation at the moment...

He can only rejoice that the owner of the original body is also named Yan Yang...

[Data recovery successful...Restarting...10%...20%...30%...]

[Restart failed...Wavelength exception...Rebinding...10%...20%...]

Perhaps the former owner of the body had too many criminal records. Hearing Yan Yang's words, the man glanced up and down suspiciously to make sure that Yan Yang was not lying, and his complexion improved a little.

"Go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Seeing that Yan Yang didn't respond and was still standing there blankly, the man rolled his eyes, went up to pull him, and taught him a lesson:

"Are you stupid?! It hurts so much that you can't tell? Sit still and I'll call a car."

Although it was confirmed that this person was not a zombie, Yan Yang still took a few steps back and refused to make physical contact due to the habit he had developed over the past ten years.

"I'm fine, just rest for a while." He said, bypassing the man in front of him, and walked towards the bed.

Hey? !

He kindly persuaded the eldest young master to go to the hospital to see a doctor, but he didn't expect that he didn't appreciate it at all.

Clotte, who originally came only to wake people up, narrowed his eyes, and at least gained a new understanding of Yan Yang's ignorance.

After all, he was the only entertainer with the blood of the ancient blue star under his command. Clotte told himself not to be angry, and he had to get used to the demeanor of this young master earlier, so he felt better.

"What's the matter with you?" Corot asked patiently: "Remember what I told you last time? The recording will officially start in three days. As a newcomer, you'd better go there early with 12 points of professionalism , to leave a good impression of respecting the seniors to everyone in the program group."

program group?

Newbie?

Yan Yang was at a loss.

[Ding—the binding is successful...Reload the system...]

Plus what's in my head...

Yan Yang looked down at his pajamas, his eyes became very dangerous for a moment.

"I just kowtowed to the head, and I'm a little dizzy. Can the program group push it away?" Yan Yang tentatively asked.

Cloth sneered: "What do you think?"

It doesn't seem to work, the young man sitting on the bed lowered his eyebrows and asked in a good voice: "Then when are you leaving?"

Corot looked carefully, and found that Yan Yang's expression was indeed exhausted, coupled with his cold sweat just now, he hesitated: "Really don't want to go to the hospital? Knocking your head is not a trivial matter, go check it out and compare good."

If there were no buzzing electric current and mechanical sounds in his head, he would really like to have a physical examination and see the hospital that his parents mentioned.

but......

"It's really not necessary, just rest for a while."

"Then we'll set off the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."

In order to divert his attention, Yan Yang looked at the suitcase next to the bed, tilting his head with a puzzled expression.

Clotte twitched the corners of his mouth, and began to bend over to tidy up the messy room, working hard without complaint, as if he was used to it.

"How did you knock your head?" He asked while packing up his things.

Yan Yang thought for two seconds, and gave an answer that didn't go too far: "Get up and go to the toilet, and when I came back, I stepped on the clothes on the ground and tripped."

Clotte looked at the crumpled coat in his hand, and reprimanded with a hint of anger: "How many times have I told you, hang up the clothes you took off, and don't throw them around. Look, fortunately, it didn't touch other places, the room There are no sharp objects in it, or your face will be ruined!"

The reason why he signed Yan Yang at the beginning was because he had the rare and pure blood of the ancient blue star.

Black hair, black eyes, handsome but childish facial features...it will definitely attract many fans in the entertainment industry.

It's just that, in the past, Yan Yang always had a little frivolity between his brows, and acted like a playboy, so it was a pity for that face in vain.

But today...it was very pleasing to the eye.

Now Clotte only hopes that this little ancestor will not make fun of him on a whim.

After tidying up the room, he finally put the pillow and Zhinao by the window back on the bed. Clotte carefully observed the young man's expression, seeing that the pain between his brows had faded a lot, he was finally relieved.

"You are very good today, very good, keep it up."

Yan Yang, who obediently sat on the bed and let Corot tidy up the room, froze, looked up to confirm that Corot had just said casually, and he was relieved that he hadn't revealed anything.

"Thank you brother for helping me clean up my room today."

Yan Yang has no memory of the original owner of the body, so he can only probe bit by bit: "I want to sleep for a while, is there anything else to explain?"

The meaning of seeing off guests is very obvious.

Ke Luote looked at Yan Yang unexpectedly, and felt that this kid was quite pleasing to the eye, although after thanking him, he started to chase away customers.

He nodded, turned around and left: "Take a good rest. I will pick you up at four o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. Your luggage has been packed. You can check it again to see if you missed anything."

As an agent, he might be the only one in the entire StarCraft.

Watching Corot leave, Yan Yang turned his head slowly, narrowed his eyes and looked out the window.

The morning sun was not glaring, on the contrary, there was a warm feeling when the sun fell on his body, coupled with the tingling pain that gradually faded in his head, Yan Yang's tense nerves gradually relaxed a little.

He looked at the tall buildings in the distance, and the translucent objects like ties in the sky, the UFOs that came and went along the ties and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

He had never seen such a thing.

Yan Yang is a child born in the last 21 years. From the time he can remember, what has occupied his mind is following his parents and the uncles and aunts around him, trying to survive from the mouth of the zombies.

In his free time, his father would ride his antique bicycle and take Yan Yang to patrol the town, telling little Yan Yang some interesting things before the end of the world in a nostalgic tone.

But Yan Yang is very sure that the car in his father's mouth is definitely not a triangle in front of his eyes, it has a metallic luster, and its speed is comparable to the iron bumps of the Zombie King.

Yan Yang withdrew his gaze from the window, planning to observe his living environment first.

As a result, the passing eyes were attracted by the white and round toes.

The big toe that was once bitten off by a mutated animal......

[Dididi——]

The small ball at the feet flickered and made a melodious chirp.

According to what Corot said, this is... an intelligent brain?

Yan Yang paused for a moment, opened his brain with his thumb, and zoomed in on the semi-transparent screen in mid-air, making his eyes slightly wide open.

[where is the guy?Where did the dead go? ]

[I'm waiting for you, come up quickly! ]

[Depend on!If you don't come again, I will block you in the future! ]

One after another, the information rushed to the eyes and jumped left and right, making people dizzy.Yan Yang hadn't figured out the original body's message, so he naturally refused to reply. Fortunately, the text on the screen was still familiar to him.

At this time, the mechanical sound in my mind finally faded away and became clear and stable.

[Ding—system V237005 is at your service sincerely. ]

Yan Yang's constantly sliding fingers stopped on Zhinao's personal information page.

[Ding——Host, 005 suffered an unknown impact just now, so the data was interrupted, and the connection has been reconnected. I am really sorry for causing you trouble. ]

Before Yan Yang could answer, the mechanical voice sounded again, but this time the tone was light and light, which was seriously inconsistent with the cold mechanical voice.

Yan Yang remained calm: "Unknown impact? What is it?"

In the end, he affirmed: "I just had a headache because of you!"

The system obviously misunderstood Yan Yang's indiscernible words.

Even though there is no entity, it still subconsciously shrinks into a ball in the host's consciousness, and the voice finally fades away from the mechanical sense, explaining pitifully:

[Although the unknown energy is mild, its attack power is very powerful. 005 is unable to resist, so the data is disordered. ]

[Ding——The host's brain is abnormal, please bear with it for a while, 005 will call a car for you to go to the hospital, please give 005 another chance. ]

Will apologize...give another chance?

This thing seems to be asking for him.

The words of the system not only did not make Yan Yang relax his vigilance, but even made him more vigilant.

According to the meaning of this thing, he knew the original owner of the body!If Yan Yang is exposed, will he be expelled?

Expulsion is not terrible, anyway, the body is not his.

Yan Yang was already mentally prepared when he and the Zombie Emperor died together.

I'm afraid this thing has other means...

Moreover, Yan Yang felt that he couldn't hide from this weird guy who lived in his head.

"what are you?"

The system, which has always been anxious, was stunned for a few seconds when it heard the questioning, feeling that the long river of data it had just straightened out would be violent and retrograde again in the next second.

what are you......

what......

thing......

The system suddenly thought that after its data was successfully restored, it tried to restart, but the result did not match the host's brain waves, so it could only be re-bound.

That is to say-

……

[嘿——]

Trying to maintain a mature and stable image, trying to make the host rely on the system, finally couldn't help but expose its own attributes!

What about its host?

Why is its host missing? !

Such a big host was still here just now!