Start being a hermit today

Chapter 1 The Hermit
He Zhi, male, 22, unemployed and single.

Not only was he walking aimlessly on the street, this was his 21st failed interview.

Although when he first arrived at the scene and saw more than 100 interviewees, he was enlightened, but after a few hours, as an existence that failed even one side, he was unavoidably a little depressed.

"I can't find a job anymore, and I can't even afford to eat!"

More than a little crazy, it has been more than two months since I was unemployed, and I still have no clue about work.

This made him shrink back a little. After struggling in this big city for two years, he was penniless, and his family asked him to change places, but he was a little unwilling.

"Forget it, try one last time, if you fail again, just leave!"

I took out my mobile phone and checked the time. I didn't just rush into the subway station as soon as possible. From the interview site to the residence, I had to transfer three trains, which took a full hour and a half.

If you're late, you won't be able to make it in time for dinner!He shares a house with his college classmates and they have a good relationship. They eat together and whoever gets home first gets to cook.

"Duzi should have arrived by now, so I have to go back quickly, or I'll have to cook noodles myself again."

He has eaten a lot of noodles in the past two months. As for Du Zi, his high school and college classmate, best friend, his greatest hobby in life is eating. He is not very old, but his stomach is getting bigger. The name.

After making two subway trips, he hurried out of the subway station and started running to the bus station across the street. There were not many buses this time, and a certain map reminded him that the nearest bus was still two stops away.

Fortunately, the bus station is not far away, but he still has to solve a problem. The bus card is out of money. He just got off the subway and wanted to top it up, but there were too many people in front of the machine. It was terrible during rush hour.

He could only give up and thought about going out to see where he could exchange some change, or maybe buy a bottle of water.

Then, he was stupid.

The only canteen here at the bus station was actually closed today, and the only remaining shop that remained open as usual was the Welfare Lottery. He refused to read the news recently.

Worried about missing this train and not knowing when to go, finally gritted his teeth, took out the last red ticket in his wallet and bought a random bet, found the change and took out two dollars, and casually took out the lottery ticket and The remaining bills were stuffed into the wallet together.

However, when he ran out and saw the bus leaving in the dust, He Zhi stretched out his hand and felt the malice of this world.

"I am back!"

Pushing open the door, I looked at Zhong Ting who had already packed the dining table. The house they rented was on the roof of the old community. There were two floors, four rooms in total, and five people lived there. Besides him and Du Zi, there was also Zhong Ting, the rest are Feng Baobao and his wife. These two often see each other, so they are saved from eating dog food. Fortunately!
He Zhi curled his lips and had no choice. While he was waiting for the next bus, he got a call from his stomach, so he had to let them eat first.

"Tsk tsk, how was the interview?"

Facing Zhong Ting's ridicule, He Zhi rolled his eyes, expressing that he didn't want to say anything, walked into the kitchen on his own, cooked a bowl of noodles for himself and ate silently.

Not only was there a hurdle when it came to cooking noodles, I always cooked a little too much, and every time I couldn’t use a bowl to make up for it. In the end, adhering to the principle of not wasting, I could only eat one bowl with tears in my eyes, and drank two more bowls smoothly. Noodle soup.

"You really turned into a pig..."

Zhong Ting watched him eat a bowl of noodles one bite at a time. Although it was not the first time, she still felt that the thing in front of her was abnormal, mainly because she was still thin. Then she looked at her thigh and couldn't help but stare.

In this regard, more than a little inexplicable, what did I do to her?

Those who are full of food and drink more than just like to sit on the roof for a while. In summer, the room is a bit stuffy, but once you go to the roof, you can always feel a little bit of coolness. The premise is to bring the chrysanthemum.

Based on this hobby, He Zhi reluctantly bought a recliner on a certain treasure. He would lie on it for a while every night, and then he would be defeated by an enemy that Lan Ju could not completely defeat.

But something seemed different today. When I lay down, my eyelids felt heavy, my consciousness was blurred, and I fell into a deep sleep.

But the mosquitoes that usually bothered him suddenly seemed to be repelled by some force, unable to approach the rooftop.

Vaguely he seemed to hear something...

"Loading...5.4.3.2.1..."

"Collecting information..."

"The collection is complete, load the template..."

"The loading template is complete, and the task is released..."

"Successfully launched... I wish you a happy day!"

Not only did he never expect that he actually slept on the roof all night.

"Strange, why are there no mosquitoes?"

He didn't have the slightest idea about the dream last night, he just wondered why there were no mosquitoes biting him, and he would wake up in the middle of the night because of mosquitoes when he usually slept in the room, and then summoned the chrysanthemum guards to kill these bandits.

And last night, he was such a good piece of meat, and he was left on the roof of the building without being attacked.

"Could it be that even mosquitoes bow down to my beyond peerless beauty?"

He quickly took out his mobile phone, and looked at his appearance that had just passed through the reflection of the lock screen.

"Well, this is not a dream, and there is no time travel!"

I looked at the time and it was only six o'clock. It was just a little bright. Maybe it was because I went to bed early last night and I was not sleepy now.

"Go get some breakfast and come back!"

Since it was Saturday, the street seemed a little deserted. If it were normal, the meeting would have already started to be bustling. I bought breakfast for five people and went back to my residence. The others hadn’t woken up yet, and I didn’t intend to wake them up. He ate on his own.

However, just as he took his first bite of the bun.

"Ding! As a hermit, such buns cannot be served as breakfast!"

"Sub-task: Make a hearty breakfast by yourself and get the approval of your roommate!

Task reward: start-up funds (hermits also need to spend money)

No penalty! "

Facing the reminder that suddenly appeared in my mind, I don’t know whether it is a text or a voice prompt, more than a little confused, auditory hallucinations + visual hallucinations?

this style?system?

"Sure enough! I am the center of the world. The previous troubles were only temporary, and even the sun revolves around me!"

He not only uttered the words of Secondary School in his mind, but then quickly shook his head.

"hermit?"

Just as I said these two words silently, something suddenly appeared in my mind.

"So that's it. It's really a system. It's just that the system is very salty. Except for the breakfast task, which has a start-up fund reward, the rest of the tasks don't have any real rewards, let alone any punishment."

"Main task ①: The hermit returns to hermitage!
Detailed task explanation: As a hermit, please confirm your own place of seclusion. As a small hermit starting out, it is recommended to live in the mountains.

Mission reward: A complete collection of hermit renovations (as a hermit’s residence, it still needs to be different!)”

"Sub-quest ①: Hearty breakfast!

Side mission ②: Exercise!

Detailed task explanation: Hermits also need good health!
Mission rewards: You will use them for mainline missions!

No penalty! "

Looking at these three tasks, I am more than speechless. I applaud without punishment. Is this a reward?
"It's pretty good, done!"

In order to start the capital, Yu Zhi began to recall the process of steaming buns at home when he was a child. Isn't it just mixing dough, baking dough, and making buns?

(End of this chapter)