Bring the system to pretend

The beautiful villa, on the second floor.

At this moment, the second floor is full of seats, and high-end people dressed as gentlemen and beautifully dressed are sitting in their seats, chatting with each other from time to time.

In the VIP seats in the front row, Ling Chen couldn't help but look black when he heard the system notification sounding in his ears.

"Ding dong! Congratulations to the host for pretending to be a pig and eat a tiger. You will be rewarded with 1000 points of pretense. ps: The beauty of knowledge lies in making people confused, the beauty of poetry lies in inciting men and women to cheat, and the beauty of women lies in being extremely stupid. No complaints, no regrets, the beauty of a man lies in his pretentious day-to-day hell.

To be proud of life is to be full of joy, the host pretends to be coercive without panic, just like the circle of coercion is as deep as the sea, from now on the morality is a passerby, today the host pretends to be a domineering style with a deep domineering style, and he has the air of a king, it can be said to have created a way of coercion Lu, although this coercion is a bit cheap, but it also fits the personality of the host, come on, there is still a long way to go, the white hole and white tomorrow are still waiting for the host! "

"System, can I turn off your complaint function?"

"Host, you have changed. You are no longer the shameless and bitch host I knew. I didn't expect you to hate me, a smart and intelligent system that coexists with beauty and wisdom. I'm so heartbroken. .”

Ling Chen: "..."

This ghost system has followed more than 160 chapters of labor and capital, and I haven't learned much else, but I have learned the shameless words with a high degree of proficiency.

Not competing with this ghost system, Ling Chen turned his eyes and looked around, and found that Wang Lin, not far from the right of the VIP seat, was looking at him with gritted teeth. Seeing the resentment, he probably gave him a watermelon knife, and he could Nantianmen cut down to the eighteenth floor of hell.

"Hey, this guy is also a trouble." Ling Chen sighed, ignored Wang Lin, and focused his attention on the two school beauties beside him.

At this time, Ai Xun'er was talking with another powerful person, while Ji Wenxuan was talking with her roommate with her mobile phone. Suddenly, Ling Chen couldn't find anyone to talk to.

Since the time for the auction of the mysterious item hadn't come yet, Ling Chen could only take out his phone to browse the latest news due to boredom.

Suddenly, a piece of news aroused Ling Chen's curiosity.

"The author of the most popular novel of the year "Pretending to be Forced with the System" cut off his finger and failed the final exam. He was so distraught that he could hardly update it. Millions of readers left messages of comfort, and the scene once shed tears."

Looking at the title, Ling Chen couldn't help being taken aback. The author of this book, which made so many singles laugh, is actually a student?

Interested, Ling Chen had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately clicked on this news. In an instant, dense comments took up more than half of the phone screen.

First floor (Nine-level car shock): Don’t cry when you cut your fingers, stand up and masturbate. To be honest, I am not much different from you. I am 25 years old. I used to be the owner of a small supermarket, but because of improper management, the location is not good. Well, there has been no business.

Later, I bought a batch of goods and lost 10,000+ at once, so I had no choice but to close the store. When my father helped me deal with the rest of the goods, I was really desperate.

Really, if it wasn’t for the tens of millions more in the card after two days, I would almost die. It turns out that my dad is in real estate, and I just want to tell you that reading is useless.

The second floor (Juji's hand): Severed finger, take a closer look, some of my classmates have a good life in college, alas, if I chose to go to college, it shouldn't be like this now.

Don't believe what the first floor says, knowledge can really change your destiny, huh, well, let's not talk about it, there is still a tens of millions of contracts to sign, let's go.

Third Floor (Cheek-skinned Mr. Sen): Duanzhi, you are nothing, yesterday I was driving a Lamborghini, waiting for a friend at the entrance of the mall, and saw a man across the road professing his love, but was rejected.

The woman rejected the other party because of the money issue. At this time, a BMW came over, and a bald and wretched uncle in his 50s got out of the car and was about to leave with his arms around the girl.

I couldn't bear it at that time, turned on the ignition, turned around, got out of the car, opened the door, bowed ninety degrees, and said to the boy: "Master, where are you so you are here? Let me find it easily! Master asked you to go to the head office for a meeting , let me pick you up, let's go."

The girl was stunned on the spot...

Regardless of the boy's dazed expression, I helped him into the car and walked away.

Two seconds later, I heard heart-piercing shouts, and when I looked in the rearview mirror, the girl was still running after me. I don't know if I did it right or wrong. What do you think about the severed finger?

Fourth floor (I never believe in God, Amen): @Fourth floor, can you have a few more tidbits in the process of showing off your wealth?I was so scared that I quickly took a sip of Cuban cigars, drank a sip of 82-year-old Lafite, put down the helicopter keys, gave up talking with the richest man, opened the drawer and took out the dusty Bugatti Veyron key, not much to say , At ten o'clock tonight, we will see you at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

.........

"Talent!" Seeing these comments, Ling Chen laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

Since ancient times, talents have been commented on, and now it is true.

"Student Ling, why are you giggling all the time?" Ji Wenxuan, who hung up the phone on the left, cast a glance at Ling Chen, who was laughing out of breath, and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Ling Chen pointed to the phone and said, "I'm reading the comments from the readers of "Bringing the System to Pretend". These readers are so talented that I have to admire them."

"I've heard of this book. It seems that many people have been reading it recently. The author is a college student. It seems that he failed the final exam recently and is about to jump off the building." Ji Wenxuan said in a daze.

"Jumping off a building? Such an exaggeration? Isn't it just an exam?"

"I don't know, I heard from my roommate that the author broke his finger and studied desperately the night before the exam, only to find out the next day that the exam was not what he reviewed. The most terrible thing is that a kind classmate just wanted to Throw the answer to him, but unexpectedly he just stood up and left the examination room..."

Ling Chen couldn't bear to look directly at him and covered his eyes: "Well, if it were me, I would probably want to jump off the building too."

"Don't worry, he won't jump off the building. With me as a loyal reader, it's hard for him to die." As if hearing the content of the two chatting, Ai Xun'er on the right suddenly interjected with a smile.

"Huh?" Both of them looked at Ai Xun'er curiously, not understanding what she said.

Ai Xun'er shook her phone and smiled: "I voted [-] monthly tickets for this author, I'm afraid he is covering his mouth and laughing now."

Ling Chen and Ji Wenxuan looked at each other, and they couldn't help but smile bitterly.

To meet such a rich woman, this severed finger can be regarded as lucky for eight lifetimes.

After chatting again about the author's severed finger, the auction time for the mysterious item came slowly.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the audience became a little fiery, and they all focused their attention on the crystal table covered by the red cloth on the stage...