God please let me go

Chapter 5
"288 yuan? Mental damage fee?"

Lin Xinghe was pleasantly surprised, but also a little confused. Why did the system suddenly give him 288 yuan?

He also knows the general function of the system.

One is to get bad luck points when you are unlucky, and you can draw a lottery once with 100 points, which is pure cheating.

One is the compensation function, as long as he gets into trouble, such as making a mistake or damaging someone else's property, the system will wipe his ass and pay him mental damage or item damage.

Lin Xinghe's strange thing is that he didn't seem to say anything wrong, so how could the system think that he should compensate Liao Yu for his mental damage?

Moreover, Zhang Zhi, a mentally handicapped person, actually suspected Liao Yu's face-to-face plastic surgery. Just now he made a special statement to save the wave. Although the rescue was a bit unsuccessful, this Liao Yu is too fragile, right?

Being mentally stimulated so easily, and still needing mental damage fees?

If you don’t confiscate, you won’t give.

Lin Xinghe immediately decided to fill his own pocket. Anyway, the system compensated him with the money, and he could use it however he wanted.

After all, it was close to 300 yuan, which was almost his two days' salary.

"Look at it this way, as long as I talk to Liao Yu and stimulate her, the system will send me mental damage fees?"

Lin Xinghe couldn't help but glanced at Liao Yu, and suddenly felt that her beautiful face became even more dazzling, shining golden, as if a '$' could be vaguely seen!
No, RMB should be '￥'!
He felt that he seemed to have found a broad avenue to get rich!

"Cough, Liao Yu."

Lin Xinghe coughed, smiled at the cash cow 'Liao Yu', and began to find nothing to say: "I haven't had much contact with you in recent years, how are you now?"

Liao Yu continued staring at the computer screen and typing on the keyboard. Although she didn't want to pay attention to Lin Xinghe, she was an old classmate after all, so she politely said casually: "It's nothing, I didn't look for a job after graduation."

"Why?" Lin Xinghe asked curiously.

"I don't like a bound job, I prefer freedom." Liao Yu said casually.

"Eh..." Lin Xinghe couldn't help being stunned.

Liao Yu's brand-name clothes and the Apple computer in front of him, let alone a young man who has just graduated for less than a year, even many white-collar workers with good wages may not be willing to buy it.

If he remembered correctly, Liao Yu was from an ordinary family and went to a normal school. If he didn't have a job, where would he get the money?
"Liao Yu is a writer now." Deng Yulin took the initiative to pick up the topic, and said with a smile: "When we were in high school, she was often used as a model essay by the teacher when she wrote essays. Now she can write novels, which is really amazing, and Now that she is so beautiful, do you think she is both talented and beautiful?"

"Awesome, beautiful writer." Zhang Zhi immediately nodded in amazement, with a regretful expression of "it's a pity that I fell in love too early, otherwise I could chase Liao Yu".

Lin Xinghe saw this mentally retarded idea at a glance, and couldn't help but roll his eyes: Hey, where did you get the illusion?A little bit of self-knowledge?

However, in order to get more compensation from Liao Yu later, Lin Xinghe still admired inappropriately: "It turns out to be a great writer, I'm sorry."

"Hehe..." Wu Jianwu only dared to laugh a few times, but did not dare to open his mouth to praise. This breakup was the result of him praising a beautiful woman in front of Deng Yulin. How dare he do it again now?
"You guys are exaggerating." Liao Yu shook his head and smiled faintly: "There are many writers who are better than me. I just write for fun."

Although on the surface she managed to maintain her calm and breezy demeanor as a writer, she felt a little flustered to be praised so much by a group of former classmates.

Especially when she heard the words writer, great writer, and beautiful writer, she couldn't help but feel a little proud.

She writes online novels, and can only be considered a middle-lower class among online writers. With crazy updates every day, her monthly income can exceed [-] yuan. She is still far away from being a real online writer, so she is not well-known.

Moreover, the book she wrote has never been published, and she is naturally not well-known in the circle of physical publishing.

The title of 'writer' still carries a bit of weight.

She also knows how much she weighs. In front of her peers, she is ashamed to call herself a 'writer', but compared to these ordinary office workers, her life is considered nourishing. Now that she has been praised a few times, she can't help feeling I feel like a writer myself.

Hee hee, my aunt is a beautiful writer!
On the surface, Liao Yu looked as indifferent as before, but in his heart he secretly smiled with pride.

"What's the name of Liao Yu's book? I'll read it later." Zhang Zhi asked curiously.

"This..." Liao Yu didn't want to say it when he thought of his unscrupulous title, which didn't fit the style of a great writer.

When she was about to make up a reason, she heard Deng Yulin laughing and said: "Liao Yu's book is called "The Days of Living on a Deserted Island with the Empress", right?"

"Empress?"

"Wandering on a desert island?"

When the male compatriots heard the title of the book, they immediately looked at Liao Yu with weird faces. The first association that came to mind was naturally not a harmonious positive energy. They vaguely heard the train of "dirty~~" start Voice.

"..."

Liao Yuqiao blushed, and wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in, but Deng Yulin had already said it, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Well, yes, the title of this book was decided by the editor, and I can't help it."

She can't control that much anymore, so she can only blame the editor first.

The days of living on a deserted island with the empress?

Lin Xinghe touched his lips, the title... seems to be an online novel, right?
His heart moved, and he smiled deliberately: "As soon as I heard the title, I knew this book was very interesting. I really wanted to read it. Liao Yu, which publishing house did your book come from? I will buy another one later, just put it on the shelf." Keep it at home."

"..." Liao Yu's face turned dark.

The books she has written are only serialized on the Internet, and none of them have been published so far.

publishing?

Now that physical books are in decline, it is basically an honor for the great gods to publish physical books on the Internet.

"cough."

Liao Yu coughed, and couldn't bear to say that his book was not qualified to be published, so he could only Gu Zuo said to him: "This... don't worry, I appreciate your kindness."

However, Lin Xinghe quickly took out his mobile phone, searched the Internet, and couldn't help being surprised: "Ah, so you wrote the book at the starting point? What a coincidence, I also read the book at the starting point."

Liao Yu forced a smile: "Yes."

"Your stats don't seem to be very high." Lin Xinghe glanced at her novel page, and suddenly said: "No wonder your book hasn't been published. Internet novels seem to have good grades to be published, right?"

In the next second, a line of system writing appeared in front of his eyes:
[You get a compensation of 588 yuan, which can be used for Liao Yu's mental damage]

Pfft!

The corner of Liao Yu's mouth twitched, feeling like a knife had been stabbed in his heart. Is this saying that she threw herself into the street?
"588 yuan?"

Lin Xinghe was overjoyed, and felt relieved for a while. It was so easy to earn nearly 600 yuan again. It was so easy!
"Wow, your update speed is so fast, you write [-] words every day?" Lin Xinghe exclaimed again, and then said with emotion: "No wonder you can make so much money, it really is a reward for every effort. You have to bring computer codes with you when you eat, it seems that you are really working hard."

Others can't help but be speechless, writing fifteen thousand words a day?

Fuck me, writing an [-]-word composition in high school would have been a headache for a long time. What is the concept of [-] words a day?
Is it just for fun?This is going to be exhausting, right?
Pfft!

Liao Yu's face darkened, as if he heard the sound of being stabbed in the heart again, and suddenly felt that the image of a calm, relaxed and freehand writer who had been established with great difficulty just now collapsed in an instant!

System handwriting: [You get a compensation of 888 yuan, which can be used for Liao Yu's mental damage fee]

"So tall?" Lin Xinghe was full of surprise.

"It's not hard. Writing [-] is like playing for me. What's the hard work?" Liao Yu couldn't help but gritted his silver teeth and argued, as if he had forgotten the ten fingers that were swollen and sore due to too many code words. .

"But……"

Lin Xinghe tasted the sweetness, and when he was about to tirelessly stab again, Liao Yu interrupted with a cold face: "Okay, don't talk about this topic! I should go back after dinner!"

"Emmm..." Lin Xinghe was dumbfounded, and felt that Liao Yu seemed to be really popular.

It seems that the compensation given to him by the system should really be paid to Liao Yu for his mental damage. It is money to prevent him from hurting others and to heal his pain.

And he didn't pay a penny, and he kept interfering with Liao Yu. Naturally, Liao Yu couldn't let him do it all the time without responding.

Cough, it's a knife.

"Okay, okay, let's eat." Wu Jianwu also felt that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, so he hurried out to smooth things over.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at talking, don't take it to heart." Lin Xinghe apologized, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to stab the knife. If Liao Yu stabs the knife again, what should she do if she gets mad?
He stabbed her three times in a row and earned more than 1000 yuan, which is not bad.

However, if you want him to spit out the money, it is a dream. Anyway, he is not familiar with Liao Yu, and he doesn't care about his image in Liao Yu's mind.

It doesn't matter whether you like him or not, whether you dislike him or not.

"Eh? No!"

Lin Xinghe suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but turn dark.

He had drawn 100 million starting coins before, and isn't Liao Yu the signing author of starting point?

If you ask Liao Yu for help, give her the 100 million starting point coins, even if the author can only share half of it, after deducting the tax, how can you give him three or four thousand, right?
However, looking at Liao Yu's cold expression now, there is no sign of helping him at all...

"..."

Lin Xinghe suddenly had a headache, and began to regret stabbing her so many times just now.

(End of this chapter)