Raised after a boy's scumbag

Chapter 133 Life is like a play
"Teacher Hei, I know." Liu Tong nodded, she naturally remembered the fatigue in the dream last time.

Although she was sitting in the carriage, she still understood the general situation outside, especially the bumpy mountain road, which made her suffer a lot.

"Do you know why I let you see this?"

"Teacher Hei, please tell me." Liu Tong said lightly, some words are more effective if said directly.

"First of all, let me tell you some good news. You performed very well in the last dungeon, so this bird's-eye view is also a reward for you." Teacher Hei said: "Your dungeon missions are unchanged, you still have to do missions, but I can give you a hint, everything you do will be recorded and used as material for your first film and television work."

"You mean, my dungeon will become a movie?" Liu Tong asked in surprise.

"It doesn't have to be a movie, it might be a short film, it might be a TV series, or it might not be an advertisement, it might even be something like a MV, it depends on your performance." Teacher Hei said.

"Then are these actors I met, or real people, or virtual data?" Liu Tong asked.

"Life is like a drama, life is like a dream, you don't care if they are actors or real people, even if you think they are data, it depends on how you think." Teacher Hei said with a faint smile, "Please start now." Your performance."

Liu Tong's eyes went dark, and when he woke up again, he saw himself sitting in a familiar carriage.

A strong urge to urinate made Liu Tong tremble slightly, and his face turned red.

"Miss, do you want to change?" Xiaohong, the maid at the side, asked softly and understandingly.

"Yeah." Liu Tong nodded, and at the same time cursed the system secretly, don't record the scene of changing clothes casually.

The convoy traveled another distance and then rested.

Liu Tong got out of the car for a while, looking at the green mountains, green water and blue sky, he felt a little better.

"Xiaoyi, do you want to compete?" Jing Ke came over and asked with a gentle smile.

"Okay, Brother Jing." Liu Tong said, drew out his long sword, looked at Jing Ke who was ready, and stabbed with his wrist.

The two of them used their swords to attack and defend, and after dozens of rounds, they were evenly matched.

But Liu Tong knew that Jing Ke didn't use his real strength, let alone his ultimate move.

After the sword practice was over, Liu Tong asked, "Brother Jing, do you have confidence in this operation?"

"It must be successful, isn't it?" Jing Ke said lightly, looking in the direction of Xianyang, "Scholars die for those who know their friends, and this time we are going to do exactly that."

"What kind of person do you think Ying Zheng is?" Liu Tong asked.

"He has great talent and strategy, and he has the ambition to unify the Seven Kingdoms, but he will soon become a dead man."

"We are also going to die," Liu Tong said.

"We are different from him. He will not rest in peace, but we have completed the task." Jing Ke smiled lightly.

Liu Tong didn't talk any more, and the convoy continued to set off. Thinking of Jing Ke's last words, he shook his head slightly. She wants to complete the task, so she must help Jing Ke complete the task.

It doesn't matter what the history is like, but in this dungeon, she will cooperate with Jing Ke to successfully assassinate Ying Zheng.

Seven days later, less than a hundred miles away from Xianyang, Liu Tong woke up from his dream.

Sitting up from the bed, Liu Tong touched his chest subconsciously.

"Liu Tong, appearance 18, intelligence 16, body 18, temperament 19;"

This set of data undoubtedly proves that he has made continuous progress these days, and both himself and the people around him can clearly feel it.

I checked my phone, it was six twenty.

It's still early, today is Saturday, and he doesn't have to go to school, but at noon, his copying task will fail.

Liu Tong turned on the computer and started typing. This time he logged into the author's zone, and he saw a text message prompting him.

"Your work "The Otaku Who Ended the Apocalypse" will be recommended at 15 o'clock on the 14th in the science fiction category Doomsday Time and Space. Please keep updating it steadily. If you have any questions, please contact the editor in charge."

Liu Tong smiled slightly, this is a small recommendation, the so-called test water push, finally came.

No matter how good his novels are, if there is no recommendation, it will take a long period of accumulation and growth.

Once there is a recommendation, then his novel award will take on wings and fly higher and higher.

Liu Tong was in a good mood, and kept writing until he had breakfast. After talking to his mother, he went out and went straight to the office building.

When he arrived at the office building, at exactly 8:[-], Liu Tong opened the iron gate and walked directly to his work.

There is still less than one-fifth of the content, and I am afraid it will take a day or two to complete.

Liu Tong set an alarm clock on his mobile phone and immersed himself in the world of painting.

When the alarm clock rang, Liu Tong stopped writing and glanced at the empty hall, feeling a little disappointed.

Walking out of the office building, locking the door, Liu Tong went home, and heard the system's punishment prompt on the way.

The whole world was quiet, but Liu Tong showed a smile instead.

After 10 minutes, the system prompts again, "Basic task, copy the Qingming Riverside Picture, success rewards temperament +1, rewards 1 entry-level lottery draw, failure punishes deafness for 1200 seconds, and resets the task, the time limit for completion is 72 hours."

It was already 12:[-] when Liu Tong got home, and his mother had just cooked dinner.

Liu Tong ate two big bowls of rice, which was about the same as his father's appetite, which made his father praise: "My son has grown up, and his appetite is bigger."

"Hehe..." Liu Tong was speechless, he couldn't say that he ate pickle sticks for seven days in his dream, and his appetite increased greatly when he saw the rice.

After lunch, Liu Tong ran out again and went straight to the office building. The task was reset again, and he had to complete the task before the third punishment came.

One afternoon, Liu Tong completed [-]% of the copying task. Seeing that only the last part was left, Liu Tong was slightly relieved.

After dinner at six o'clock, Liu Tong didn't go out again, and turned on the computer to continue typing.

Until before going to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening, Liu Tong was immersed in the world he created.

After washing and lying on the bed, Liu Tong opened his eyes. He knew that after closing his eyes, he would travel to the dungeon world again.

These days, he has come to some realizations, maybe it is really like Teacher Hei said, life is like a play, but you don't know that you are an actor.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Liu Tong once again entered the dungeon world in his dream.

With the familiar sound of horseshoes and the shaking carriage, Liu Tong opened his eyes.

This time Teacher Hei did not show up, and the maid Xiaohong was leaning against the side of the carriage and fell asleep.

The squeak of wheels outside and the occasional honking of horses made Liu Tong gradually integrate into this world.

After straightening the guqin, she began to play the piano, and the melodious music came out from the carriage.

At the front of the convoy, Jing Ke, who was riding a horse, smiled a little when he heard the music. Obviously, the shaking of the carriage caused many errors in the piano sound, but this piano skill is undoubtedly a step further than the previous days.

"Xiao Yi, Jing is content to die with you in this life."

(End of this chapter)