God-level boss: traveling to another world

The curly-haired boy glared at the calm boy with angry eyes.

"Isn't this the first day you've known me?" The boy just glanced at him indifferently and only uttered this sentence.

"Hmph, you damn old Jie, you're so cruel!" Cai Yilin angrily put the grilled lamb skewers into his mouth and chewed them vigorously, as if he was eating Hu Wenjie's flesh raw.

The latter simply ignored his little action, and continued to calmly hold the drink in his arms and carry the barbecue bags hanging on his arms.

"Damn you, Old Jie! I will never let you accompany me out again!" Cai Yilin deliberately used great strength to take a bag of barbecue from Hu Wenjie's hand.

"My uncle and aunt asked me to follow you." The implication is that you have no say.

Cai Yilin: ...Are these still my biological parents? !

As if he could see what Cai Yilin was thinking, Hu Wenjie said quietly, "Uncle and aunt are worried that you will end up growing sideways."

Cai Yilin was furious: "Fuck you! Damn Old Jie! I'm 184cm tall, how short can I be? I'm just a few centimeters shorter than you. Why do you call me a shorty?"

After saying that, he still felt uncomfortable and shouted angrily: "Also, I tell you, I can't get fat, and I won't grow sideways!"

Hu Wenjie looked at the scumbag boy in front of him and couldn't help but laugh. The light in his eyes was particularly dazzling, perhaps because of the lights from the stall.

……

Feng Yuan did not expect that the article she wrote would not only be collected, but would also appear in class and be explained by the teacher! This was something Feng Yuan had not expected.

She wrote a short story about science fiction, which was based on her previous experience in the imperial capital of the technology industry. To be honest, she didn't think it was very well written after reading it.

However, at this moment, the teacher is carefully analyzing the various wonderful aspects of this novel and said that this novel has the potential to win the Dark Horse Award this year.

Dark Horse Award? What?

The system gave her a timely answer and said a lot. Feng Yuan directly regarded one of the sentences as the key point. It turned out that there was a bonus to be obtained. Wouldn't that mean she could get double the reward?

The system said angrily: "Don't you think this is an honor? Where is your sense of honor?"

Feng Yuan curled her lips speechlessly: "You know I value you, why are you pretending to be innocent?"

System: ...I am the worm in your brain, that's true, but that doesn't mean I will go along with you, right?

"By the way, have you made any progress with my music, painting, etc." Feng Yuan asked.

"The song you sang has received millions of likes and has enough traffic. I dare say your song is definitely worth a lot of money...

I also uploaded those paintings to the Art Association, and they were all selected. They hope to have time to meet you. I guess they want to recruit you into the association. I wonder what position you can hold..."

The system kept chattering, and Feng Yuan was annoyed by it, so she interrupted the system's next step: "Okay, okay, stop it quickly, just tell me how much money you can make."

The system wanted to rescue it: "Money is something outside of the body, as the Buddha said..."

"What I value is gold, silver, copper and iron?" Feng Yuan said coldly, immediately interrupting the system.

"Oh," the system said dryly, and had to say: "Isn't this just a reminder? Well, music copyright fees are generally charged based on many factors, such as the type of work, the quality of the work, the form of the music, etc.

This will affect your income. Of course, because you signed that contract with Li Fei, your income is based on your ability. It shouldn’t be difficult for you to make tens of thousands of yuan from a song..."

Ten thousand or so? Feng Yuan only paid attention to this point, which seemed pretty good. Then she heard the system continue to say, "I saw that you guys modified the contract later. The appearance fee is much higher than the online song..."

Is it that good? Feng Yuan made the decision and said, "If Li Fei asks me to play in the future, please tell me. I can consider it."

System: ...Speechless, is this still his high and mighty empress? Is this still the noble empress who does not seek money?

"Does the Art Association make money?" Feng Yuan asked, completely ignoring the tone of the system crash.

"I'm not sure. It depends on what kind of cooperative relationship you have with them. If you become a member of the association, you might just be a free laborer!"

There was a strange sense of gloating in the system's words.

Feng Yuan chose to ignore its gloating and chose to poke its heart directly: "Then what are you?"

"...Me? I am the system..." Humph, she is so cruel!

……

Far away in the imperial capital, a novel was read over and over again by a man. He printed out the novel, flipped through it again and again, and his eyes were completely glued to it.

His body was shaking, and no one knew what was going on except him, who knew clearly that what was described in this novel was exactly the imperial capital of his world!

Even though it had been modified, how could he not recognize it after living there for more than ten years?

"Doctor, you have been reading this novel for a long time. Have you made any important discoveries?" Assistant Xiao Li couldn't help but ask when he handed him some research materials.

Assistant Xiao Li had never seen the doctor look like this before. No matter in front of outsiders or in front of anyone else, the doctor always looked calm and composed, as if nothing could make him lose his composure like this.

But what happened to the doctor today? He had been glued to these papers for the entire afternoon!

Is there anything in this novel that makes him treat it this way? He has read this novel, and the level of technological development and science fiction in it is indeed amazing, but it shouldn't be this serious, right?

Song Dongye slowly reached out and closed the novel. His usually calm and composed face lost its composure for the first time. He said in a hoarse voice, "Who wrote this novel?"

"Ah? Who wrote it?" Assistant Xiao Li scratched his head and pointed to the name on the cover of the novel: "Isn't it 'Su'? There is a name on it."

"It's not that. I mean, what's his name?" Song Dongye said weakly. He really didn't dare to expect anything, but when he thought of some faint possibility, he felt his heart tighten in an instant.

"Uh, well... this person uses this name, and it seems that this person has just appeared, uh, and there is no real-name authentication."

Although assistant Xiao Li didn't understand why the doctor attached so much importance to such a novelist, he did not know who this "Su" was, as this person did not use his real name.

"Please help me check it out." Song Dongye looked at his assistant Xiao Li very seriously, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"But, I haven't finished the latest research project yet..." She was interrupted by the man before she could finish saying these four words.

"I'll sort it out, and you just need to help me find it out." The man's voice left no room for doubt.