Hold on, the system and I have never been angry

After finishing the tour of House No. 33, I took the children to lock Lai Qin in the basement, set up barriers to prevent her from escaping, and then drew lots to assign rooms to each of them. It was already late at night when the whole process was completed.

Lu Jinchao has always had bad luck and drew the worst small room. Yiyi and the children all expressed their willingness to give up their rooms. He couldn't do anything to snatch the children's things, so he waved his hand and asked them to leave quickly and not get in his way.

He sat on a single bed that was only one meter wide, wiping the blade with knife oil. Although the scene was beautiful, it made Qiansui yawn for some reason.

It turned around twice on the single bed that was not soft at all, and pouted: "Since I bound you, I have never slept in such a poor condition. Tongzi, I am very dissatisfied."

Lu Jinzhao paused while wiping the knife: "Didn't you sleep on a tree, on a wooden roof, and in the back seat of a car a while ago?"

Qiansui was speechless: "Is this the time to be picky? You are not the kind of person who would put yourself in a difficult position. Why don't you take the best room on the top floor?"

"I can't say I feel wronged. When I was a kid, I slept in the attic, and the bed was only this big. I couldn't sit up straight, and I would bump my head if I wasn't careful. For a long time, I subconsciously hunched over, which led to poor posture. After I became an adult, I practiced for a long time to improve..." Lu Jinzhao suddenly stopped talking, "tsk", put the well-maintained knife back into the sheath, pulled out another one, and wiped it carefully: "I really am, why am I telling you all this nonsense. It's good enough to have a bed to sleep on. If you are not satisfied, go find Yiyi to stay overnight."

"Ah? Aren't you the only daughter in your family? According to my information, your family is not that poor, right? Why do you treat you like this?" Qiansui stood up and put his head against his host's waist and arched his back: "No, I want to sleep with you."

Lu Jinchao avoided Qiansui's question and changed the subject: "It seems that you are easy to support me if you follow me."

"That's right, the system follows the host, how normal." Qiansui raised his tail proudly: "By the way, aren't you afraid that Yiyi and the others will hear what you just said to Lanjue and feel disappointed and stop helping you in the future? After all, they are just like the 20 billion. They call you the boss, and someone under your command was arrested. As the boss, you didn't make any waves. It's hard for them not to think too much, right?"

"You change the subject a little too quickly."

"That's because I wanted to ask at the time, but I didn't know the timing was right and I kept it to myself."

Lu Jinchao tilted his head and thought for a while: "It doesn't matter. I didn't intend to be a popular leader. From the beginning, they followed me because it was profitable. You don't really think they followed me because they were conquered by my personality charm? Don't be silly. I have only seen this level of leadership in Optimus Prime. Interest relationship is the most solid relationship in the world. Compared with Lan Jue, a poor man who is full of enthusiasm and insecure, it is obvious that following me will benefit more, right? As long as they have no problem with their brains, they will know who to choose."

Qiansui nodded slowly: "Hmm... that makes sense. But you are the protagonist, and the protagonist is born to shine! In the story of the destruction of the world, the protagonist should lead all like-minded people to fight against the villains, fearless of danger, leading the way, and saving the people... How many stories are written like this, why are you completely different from them?"

Lu Jinzhao was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly: "What's wrong with the protagonist? Is the protagonist so great? Tumenzhen is still the protagonist of this world, but he was K.O.ed by me?"

Chitose was furious: "I'm talking to you seriously!"

"Okay, okay, let's talk seriously--"

"If I have to be defined, I am indeed an ordinary person. Even after I have you, I never think that I am so great. I also make mistakes, and there are times when I can't figure things out and feel powerless. It's not shameful to admit that I'm not that good."

“I am the protagonist of my own life, not the protagonist of everyone else’s.”

"When I was a kid, I always thought that only geniuses were suitable to be the protagonists, but later I found out that there are only 140,000 geniuses in our country, and even 14 geniuses in 100 million. There are countless geniuses in the world, not to mention the various small worlds that exist nowadays. There is a saying that there are always people who are better than you. Just like Faker once said, 'Genius is just the threshold to see me'. Thousands of protagonists are born in the world every day, and each generation is stronger than the next. No one can be invincible forever, and no one is born to live their life according to someone else's template. I just want to be myself."

Qiansui digested it for a long while, and hesitated to speak for a few times. After all, there was no rule that the protagonist had to do a certain thing. In the end, he could only choke out one sentence: "But I'm afraid they will gossip about you behind your back."

"You are the one who is right and wrong, and others are the ones who make you famous and discredited. After going through so many scandals, both true and false, in the entertainment industry, do you still care about what others say to your face and behind your back? Let them say whatever they want." Lu Jinzhao stretched out his hand and pinched Qiansui: "I'm a little tired of seeing the black cat. Can you change your appearance?"

Qiansui became interested: "What do you want to see? I can change into anything."

"Give me a little panda..." Lu Jinzhao remembered something and changed the subject: "Forget it, you don't have to transform. I'll go to the Spacetime Trading House and buy two real ones."

Red pandas are precious. I couldn't raise them in my previous life because it was too cruel. Now no one cares about them. I wonder if there are red pandas in the interstellar era, and whether it is convenient to release them for viewing.

Qiansui crossed his chest with his claws and started to chatter in front of him: "Humph, scumbag host! You get tired of the old and love the new so quickly!"

*

The lights in Tumen Palace were bright, but they could not dispel the gloom hanging over everyone's heads. Urgent messages came one after another, but almost none of them were good news worth smiling about.

"My lord, there is an urgent message from the Royal Academy of Life Sciences. The life signal of His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince has gone offline in the central brain."

The informant folded his hands in front of him, and the thin light screen in his hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He bowed slightly, and beads of sweat filled his forehead. It was really bad luck that he had to be on duty today and report Tumenzhen's death to his superiors.

God knows how the news of the Fourth Prince's death was transmitted back when all civilian computers in the affected galaxies were completely disconnected. After thinking about it, I can only assume that the person behind the scenes deliberately released it. But now the Shadow Network has been unable to be breached, and the military has achieved almost nothing in its various actions. They are actually helpless.

It was clear that they had been watching the shadow network all day long, so it was impossible for them to miss such important news. Since the fourth prince entered the city, no more images had been sent out, and the next message they received was news of his death. Something must have happened in the city during this period.

But the city has been destroyed, and there are only a few survivors. Neither Shi Feng nor Lan Jue can be contacted, so there is no way to investigate... When His Majesty learns the news, he will definitely punish him for dereliction of duty... God bless him and make sure that the suicide note he wrote when he set out will never be used.

Unlike the informant who was struggling, the eunuch maintained a proper smile, as if what he received was not an obituary. Several clips flashed through his mind, which were the last few images of Tumen Zhen in the video network. He read them carefully and waved his hand: "I know, you can leave now."

"Yes." The informant let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and bowed to leave. Who cares? It would be best if he didn't have to be punished. You can't lose your life just for going to work, right?

If you can't even make it to the class, you'll quit sooner or later.

Ha tui.

The chief eunuch pushed open the door of the emperor's bedroom and saw Emperor Tumenqian pacing back and forth in the room barefoot in thin pajamas, making the floor tapping sounds while the emperor himself muttered to himself.

"Your Majesty, are you having a nightmare again? Do you need me to call a doctor to examine you?" the chief eunuch asked softly.

Tumenqian hesitated, his eyes focused with difficulty on the head eunuch's face, he stretched out his hand and bit his index finger nail, quite nervously: "He is back... He must be back..."

The head eunuch took the shoes from the bedside slowly, squatted down respectfully and put them on for Tumenqian: "Your Majesty, that gentleman has passed away for many years, he will not come back to see you."

"So much blood...! So much blood!" Tumenqian stretched out his well-maintained hand and pointed at various places on the ceiling. The bloodstains were so vivid in his eyes that he could almost smell the rusty smell of blood. He stared at a bloodstain and said in a desperate voice: "Look, River, there is blood everywhere!"

The eunuch River looked in the direction of Tumenqian's finger. The furnishings in the room had not changed for many years. It was luxurious and spotless. He sighed softly, "Your Majesty, I know this is difficult, but please believe that these are all hallucinations. Your mind seems to be affected. Please cooperate with the doctor to find out the cause and actively treat it. Only in this way can you be relieved."

Tumenqian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He knew Free was right, and that what was raging in his mind was just an illusion. He grabbed River's arms and said, "Call Quan'er over here!"

River seemed a little embarrassed and said: "Her Royal Highness the Princess should have gone to bed by now, I'm afraid it's not convenient..."

"If you don't call me, I'll call myself!"

Without waiting for River to make any move, Tumenqian had already made the call on his computer.

In less than three seconds, the phone was picked up, and Tumenquan's cold voice came from the inside: "What's the matter?"

Tumenqian waved his hand, signaling River to leave.

River bowed and retreated to the door, waiting for the result. Since His Majesty asked the eldest princess to act as the agent for state affairs twenty years ago, such things have happened countless times, and he has long been accustomed to it.

The emperor's bedroom was naturally well soundproofed. He could only barely hear Tumenqian's angry shouting and the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, but could not make out the content clearly.

I guess the father and daughter had another quarrel because of their different political views.

Soon, there was no movement inside. River pressed a button to call the cleaning robot, which pushed the door open and went in to clean.

Tumenqian's chest was heaving, and he was obviously very angry. He frowned and glanced at River, "If you have something to say, just say it."

River hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince..."

Tumenqian interrupted with a sneer, "If this is the case, I already know about it. He is just like his spoiled mother, fond of making trouble, causing complaints against him in the palace. If I had known he would end up like this, I would have come anyway. Block the news and don't let anyone know. You can leave now."

River was puzzled, but he didn't say much and just went out obediently.

Normally, when a member of the royal family passed away, His Majesty should have ordered him to publish an obituary and hold a holographic funeral through the Star Network, even in this special period. But when the Fourth Prince died, His Majesty's first reaction was to order a blockade of the news so that more people would not know. It was really strange.

Although everyone knew that His Majesty did not like the Fourth Prince, His Majesty was able to put aside their grudges and bury the prince with proper rites, even if he was once his enemy in the fight for the throne. It made no sense for him to be indifferent to the death of his own child.

Could it be that Her Royal Highness the Princess said something just now?

River returned to his room, and a ball of light emerged from his body, floating in the air, as if he was stretching himself, and River's body collapsed to the ground.

The light ball excitedly opened a light curtain: "Master, Xiaowu reports to you that the protagonist Tumenzhen has been confirmed dead, and the emperor Tumenqian is terminally ill. According to the replay on the movie network, the protagonist Shifeng has been captured by the villain Earl, the population of the Blue Star Empire has dropped by 30%, and three border star systems have been destroyed."

"Ah, this is interesting. The world line is seriously deviated. It's very difficult to reset such a large small world. It looks like the old man is going to bleed a lot." A teasing female voice came from the other side of the light curtain. The girl had a lollipop in her mouth. In front of her were dozens of light curtains in a circle. She directed them one by one: "Xiaowu, you continue to keep an eye on Tumenquan. Xiaoliu, search for the coordinates of the planet created by Earl's population transfer. Xiaoqi, go to Tristan to keep an eye on Shifeng. It doesn't matter if he's disabled or dead, as long as his consciousness doesn't dissipate. If he dies, the small world will collapse in half. Xiaoba, has the original author got the root permission?"

The system numbered Xiaoba looked a bit like a cracked Dementor, which just happened to form the Chinese character "八". At this moment, it had a sad face and said, "Master, the new suit you chose for me is too bizarre. The original author fainted when I showed up..."

"Tsk, what a coward. Since she's fainted, why not bring her here with you? Let her experience for herself how horrible a disaster that wiped out billions of humans is."

Xiao Ba was a little embarrassed: "But Master, the Administration has expressly prohibited any threat to the personal safety of the original author..."

"Tsk, what are you afraid of? Even if I kill her and the small world collapses, the worst that can happen is that it will be completely reset. Anyway, her novel is not finished, and I can change it however I want after she dies. The old director will just say a few words to me and fine me some points. If he really demotes me, who will do all the dirty work for him? Can we count on those obedient idiots or the cowardly wastes below? Listen to me, throw her in, and make up an identity for her. Just make sure she survives. Xiaojiu, sort out the wanted criminals of the Administration, take Xiaoshi and Xiaoyi with you, and kill them all. Their systems will be recycled. If they self-destruct, you don't need to stop them. You can report back with the fragments."

"Yes, Master."

"By the way, Xiaoyi, tell the Administration not to send anyone. I can handle it by myself." The girl flipped through the list provided by the Administration and frowned. "Look at what's going on here. B-level executors, good luck system; C-level executors, protection system... useless. Doesn't the old man have any more talents to use? Sending these guys to work for me to get credit and gild themselves? If they want to use me as a stepping stone for promotion, they should see if they can stand up to my teasing. Aren't they really afraid that I'll play them to death?"