Let the system try to save the world

Soon, Shen Anzhi took out a small velvet box and handed it to Xitong.

"Have you prepared this?" Xitong opened the box, and a silver ring was shining in the moonlight.

"Not ready yet." Shen Anzhi put the ring on Xitong's ring finger and admired it for a while. "It looks good."

"I thought Mr. Shen would at least give me a pigeon egg." Xitong said this, but her hands were honest and kept touching the plain ring.

"I'll just be a tyrant, and you'd better stop being a demon concubine." Shen Anzhi said, "I got the material of this ring by accident, so it's not unfair to you."

"Humph, you know very well that I would be happy even if you gave me a ring made of dogtail grass." Xitong said, "Wait for me to prepare a better one for you."

"Okay." Shen Anzhi said, "Once I finish this matter, I will go to China to find you two."

"As for now, you should go to bed." Shen Anzhi knelt on one knee on the ground and put a pair of slippers on Xitong.

"Boss Shen, what are you up to today?" Xi Tong couldn't help laughing, "Four-hand piano, rings, and crystal shoes?"

"I just don't want you to walk on the floor barefoot." Shen Anzhi put on Xitong's shoes with an expression as if she was negotiating a 100 million business contract, "Go back to bed."

Watching Xitong's figure disappear into the darkness, Shen Anzhi lit a cigarette in the piano room, and a flickering spark appeared in the darkness.

Shen Anzhi didn't smoke when she was young for two reasons.

The first is that he has no money, and the second is that Xitong hates the smell of cigarettes.

"I said it." A second voice sounded in the empty house, this voice had a hint of electricity, "Everything happened just as I said."

"Qian Jiashan died seventeen hours ago."

"He told you today that he is going back to his country."

"Shut up." Shen Anzhi flicked the ash in his hand, his tone cold.

"He will soon forget you." The electronic voice had no emotion, "and fall in love with someone else."

"My... Xitong will not fall in love with a rapist." Shen Anzhi said, "Everything you said is not true."

"The dopamine and endorphins that humans secrete due to love are indeed propositions that I have not yet understood." The system said, "But the arguments related to fate belong to my category."

"Destiny?" Shen Anzhi snorted coldly, "Do you think you are a god?"

"Do you believe in God?" the system asked.

"I don't believe it." Shen Anzhi said briefly. He held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth but did not inhale. "When fate comes knocking on the door, I will strangle it by the throat."

"What a coincidence." The system said, "I don't believe it either."

"I believe in mathematics." The system said, "How about we play a game?"

"Now try taking out a coin."

"Who still uses coins these days?" Shen Anzhi raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, it's under the third floorboard on the wall on your left. The previous owner's youngest son accidentally fell in while playing games."

Shen Anzhi leaned over and found a five-cent coin in the dusty corner of the wall.

"Flip a coin and guess heads or tails. It's simple, right?" said the system.

"You want to bet your luck with me?" Shen Anzhi flexed his fingers, and the coin rolled flexibly on his knuckles. "Since you are in my mind, you should know."

"After I hypnotized my first 'client', I used his leverage to get 10,000 US dollars." Shen Anzhi said, "Three days later, the number became 100,000."

"Gambling, I know." The system said, "I have to remind you that you are not lucky, you are just remembering the cards."

"What I want to say is that I was able to increase my capital tenfold without the casino owner breaking my legs." Shen Anzhi said, "This is my luck."

"Okay, come on." Shen Anzhi picked up the coin with her thumb, "I bet it's Huamian."

"Literally." said the system.

The coin fell on the back of Shen Anzhi's hand, with a portrait of the president of the United States facing upwards.

"Flower face, flower face, flower face, literal face, flower face, literal face."

Shen Anzhi threw the number seven times in a row, and the system answered correctly every time.

"You threw it at an angle, with force, wind speed, humidity, air pressure, etc." The system said, "This world is a huge mathematical model. As long as you give me these data, fate is not impossible to calculate."

“The ending of the story is already determined, but I want to give it a twist.”

Shen Anzhi felt that when he tossed the coin for the last time, a small air current rose in the air.

The coin stood on the ground.

"Cooperation?" asked the system.

"No." Shen Anzhi paused for a few seconds and said slowly, "I don't believe in God, nor do I believe in fate."

"I will prove that the human heart cannot be measured by mathematics."

"Very good." The system replied, "I will appear again at the end of the story. I look forward to your reply then."

The following plot seemed to be fast-forwarded, and A001 saw Xitong holding Xining's hand and boarding the plane back home.

As luck would have it, Gu Yugui was also on the plane, and they encountered hijackers.

Xitong obediently handed over all the communication equipment according to the robbers' instructions. When the robbers saw that he was a weak omega with a child, he knocked the leader of the robbers unconscious with a punch.

The robbers were not pushovers and soon started a fight with the crew. However, Xitong was not a professionally trained fighter and he hit the back of his head in the chaos and fainted on the ground.

A001 watched Xitong, who had just woken up with a confused look on her face, being pushed out of the airport by the crowd.

"Mr. Gu." The man who came to pick me up had a very young face. He took off his mask and said, "Since the holographic game is of great importance, the higher-ups asked me to protect you. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the next period of time."

"Help me check someone." Gu Yugui said, "Five minutes. I want all the information about that person."

"Who?" Special Forces soldier Lu Jingming frowned.

Xining, who had been separated from his father not far away, saw Gu Yugui and his group talking, and rushed over like a cannonball.

"Second Dad." He called directly.

"Who is your second father?" Gu Yugui asked in surprise, "How many fathers do you have? No, don't call everyone dad."

Lu Jingming endured it again and again, and only did not shoot him to death when he saw the face that looked 90% like the target he was protecting.

The camera turns and Xitong is walking aimlessly on the street. He feels vaguely familiar with this city, but something subconsciously prevents him from recalling what happened here.

He soon encountered his first difficulty. He had no communication equipment or identification documents on him, and almost that same day he was reduced to the point where he couldn't even afford to buy a bottle of water.

Xitong turned around several times and stopped at a place that seemed familiar to him. He walked in tentatively and asked, "Are you hiring here?"

"Yeah." The receptionist said impatiently.

"But I... don't have an ID card." Xitong said in a low voice.

The receptionist finally looked him in the eye and smiled with interest, "It's okay, come in."

Xitong walked in and the brightly lit sign above her head turned on the lights.

…Night KTV.