[Comprehensive] Forced to Mary Sue

There was still the familiar darkness around him.

After eight years of absence, I still miss hearing the calm voice of the Mary Su system again.I sat cross-legged, waved my hands in the void, and said, "Hey, System, long time no see."

However, the ruthless and unreasonable system did not have my warm greetings, but said to itself: [The task was successfully completed, but you have no enthusiasm for the task, and the cycle is too long, and this completion is completely wrong Hit by mistake, so you will be punished to a certain extent. "

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"Damn it, I'm obviously working very hard!" I widened my eyes, "I'm so arrogant! Although... Although it's purely accidental to complete the task, if you chase after Zhujian every day and say that you will bite off a piece of his flesh If so, then it's not arrogant, it's sick and delicate!"

[Then before you died, did you ever think about whether the Mu Dun mission would be completed? 】

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If you are going to die, what kind of mission do you care about!

...But... Recalling the warm liquid before I lost consciousness, it seemed that I had a scorching temperature when it slid through the esophagus and chest cavity, and woke up my gradually cold consciousness.My mind is a little dazed.I really didn't expect that Hashirama would rush over and give me his own blood, which made me complete the task assigned to me by the Marysu system at the last moment.

However, the ruthless and unreasonable system did not give me much time to recall. When I was about to explain my dedication to the task in the past eight years, a white light suddenly shot out in front of me. The light was very dazzling. I couldn't help but stop what was going on, and I stretched out my hand to cover my eyes, and when the light gradually disappeared, I slowly opened my eyes, facing a solitary chandelier on the white ceiling.

I:"……"

It's really a chandelier...

The chandelier is not big. There is a warm yellow light in the center of the bulb, and a lampshade in the shape of a lily of the valley is covered. The edge of the lampshade is covered with golden rattan patterns. The rattan has round leaves, curling and spreading upwards, quite It has a western style.I sat up with my upper body propped up on my elbows, and found myself lying on a large bed covered with silver sheets. The sheets explained the rattan pattern on the lampshade just now. The curly rattan and leaves almost spread across the entire bed, like It is like a cage with a shape.I sat down hard, only to feel that I seemed to be lying in a ball of cotton, which was soft and comfortable. There was a white wrought iron shelf next to the bed. On the shelf was a row of delicately crafted candlesticks. The petals and thorns on the stems of the roses are exquisitely carved.

I got off the bed, feeling the soft and warm feel of the felt blanket under my feet. I took a few steps forward and opened a small window facing the French window of the big bed. The wind whimpered in from outside, blowing the window open There are white and gold curtains on the side, a small table with white brackets next to the curtains, the tabletop is transparent glass, and there is a bottle of unknown flowers on it. It is estimated that it has been a long time, and the edges of the white petals have shriveled slightly. of yellow.

I walked to the window and was about to close the small window, but I saw the faint street lights and flashing car lights under the window, as if they were far away.

...How many floors is this room on?

I turned around and saw the piano placed by the wall.

... This time, Mary Su seems a bit rich.

I walked to the piano, and there was no dust on the piano. It seems that these girls often play the piano.And for me who only played whack-a-mole on the black and white keys of the piano since I was a child, this thing is just a more expensive decoration.I was about to find a mirror to see what I looked like now, when I turned my head, I suddenly found a mirror frame standing on the piano.

I took off the frame with some curiosity, and found that it was not a photo embedded in it, but a sketch of a teenager.The boy in the painting is about twelve or thirteen years old, with a slightly sideways face, a very beautiful face, a pair of very gentle eyes under the black broken hair, a thick shadow on one side of the tall nose bridge, a delicate face, and a weak smile. It looks very benign and harmless.

It's been a long time since I've been in the Naruto world's war years, and it seems like I haven't seen a child with such an expression for a long time.

...So, this is the girls' dream lover?My sisters look at this sketch every day when they play the piano, and the gentle and lingering movement pops out of their fingertips... and so on...

...Don't count on me anyway...

I can only play gopher gently and lingeringly at this sketch boy...

I put the mirror frame back to its original place with a blank expression on my face. At this time, there was an extremely urgent knock on the door, and a middle-aged man was shouting anxiously: "Master Kulala, it's your turn to come out. Please hurry up!"

... I am wooden.

This girl is called Kulala?

...Why isn't it called Balala...

I walked over and opened the door. The corridor outside the door was very quiet. On the wall facing me was a very stream-of-consciousness oil painting. The wall lamp was very dimly lit, making the red carpet outside the corridor look gloomy. A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes stood outside the door. He was wearing a black suit on the crook of his arm and was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. The dazzling light reflected under the reflection.

"Master Kulala! You've finally woken up!" The middle-aged man saw me open the door, a smile of relief appeared on his sweaty face, and he handed me the clothes on his arms, "Your clothes we It’s already ironed, you can change it quickly, it’s your turn to play soon, and the audience outside is waiting for you!”

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audience?

...Thinking of the piano by the wall, the corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching. Could it be...this Bharala...no, it's Miss Kulala, a pianist?

...This, this...what a crap!

The middle-aged man looked surprised on my face, and asked a little strangely: "Miss Kulala, what's wrong with you..."

I saw him watching for a long time, and I still sent him first, and then went to Desperate World: "No..." A sharp pain in my throat made me swallow the next words. I reached out and touched my throat, but didn't touch it. Seeing the wound, and seeing the bewildered expression on the middle-aged man's face, I swallowed, endured the severe pain, and slowly squeezed out a few words, "You go out first."

"Oh..." Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, I slammed the door shut.

The light in the room is very warm, but I feel like falling into an ice cellar.

The voices of these ladies do not have a hoarse texture, on the contrary, they belong to the timbre of mature women with great charm. However, every time a word pops out of the mouth, there seems to be a pair of sawtooth in the throat, constantly cutting the vocal cords, that kind of The pain made me almost cry out.

... Fortunately, he is a pianist, not a singer.I'd rather play hamsters at the piano than sing with my blood dripping from my throat. Wouldn't that be The Little Mermaid?

I shook the clothes in my hand, and found that it was a black lady's suit, black vest, white shirt, and close-fitting suit pants, which looked very tough and handsome.The edge of the black vest is covered with curly rattan lines, and even the golden metal buckle on it is carved with delicate rattan.

On the chest on the left side of the vest is a metal plate with a string of strange words engraved on it, but I understand it: star referee.

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...So it's not a pianist...

I breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the system's emotionless voice suddenly came to my ears:

[You are now Kula Laluxilu, born in Meteor Street, and now a star referee in the Sky Arena, purple-haired aircraft head, indifferent Marysu, mission objective: Trait-based mind power. 】

I:"……"

I threw the clothes in my hand aside, ran quickly to the piano and took the picture frame with the sketch image embedded in it. After a few strokes, I removed the picture frame and took out the thin sketch paper. On the back of the sketch paper was a paragraph Cursive English written in pencil:

Kulolo Lushilufelu, My Brother.

I held this sketch and knelt down with tears streaming down my face. My elder sister was called Ku La La, and my younger brother was called Ku Luo Luo. What a hatred this family has for pants!

When I was sad, I suddenly recalled what Marysu said just now, and immediately put Kuroro's sketch back in the frame and put it back on the piano, and ran to the bathroom.

Facing the door of the bathroom is a large mirror. In the mirror is a 26-[-]-year-old young woman whose appearance is [-]% similar to that of Kuroro in the sketch, but the facial features are relatively softer, and there is no expression on her face. As Mary Su said, this young woman with outstanding looks has purple hair and super long bangs shaped with hairspray on her forehead.

...The specific image can be seen in the group of members of the discipline committee of Bingsheng Middle School in "Family Teacher", such as Tetsuya Kusakabe...

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...You told me that this hairstyle is the indifferent Mary Sue!Who would believe it!