Help, I've become a paper man

A warm and dry touch came from the fingertips at the moment of touch. At the same time, a chill arose from the back, climbed up along the spine, rushed to the brain, and caused a shiver.

Song Yi suppressed the urge to vomit, but felt his fingers become extremely stiff. Master Zhang had already let go of his hand, and the waist bag was placed in his hand. The outer packaging of the waist bag touched his palm, and the soft feeling continued to come. It did not bring any positive feedback such as safety, but put him in a dilemma. He could not let it go, but he did not want to hold it either...

When he was in a stalemate with the prop, the butler said, "It seems that you two are getting along well and seem to have something to say. I won't disturb you two for now."

This sentence brought Song Yi back to his senses. He looked over hurriedly and said, "No, wait a minute..."

Before he could say "help", the butler interrupted him and said, "Master, don't worry. It's okay to stay here for a while. I'll wait for you in the lobby on the first floor."

Song Yi took a breath, his eyes full of the desire to complain, but before he could finish the rest of the words, the housekeeper had already turned around and left. He moved decisively and completely ignored his request for help. Without even a glance at him, he simply left Song Yi and Master Zhang in the corridor.

The two looked at each other and no one spoke for a while. The sense of crisis lingered and the air became stiff.

Perhaps Song Yi's expression was also stiff. His eyes fell on Master Zhang's face. He looked at this otaku's appearance again and again, and couldn't help asking: "What is this made of?"

Sometimes, it is impolite to ask a craftsman directly about the material, even if he is an employer, especially when some craftsmen have secret recipes and are particularly concerned about such things.

But Song Yi didn't know, and Master Zhang didn't care either. Not only did he not care about this rude behavior, he didn't even care about Song Yi's reaction. He didn't answer the question, but slowly raised his head and met Song Yi's gaze, with the smile on his face becoming more obvious.

Song Yi shuddered subconsciously, and finally couldn't help it, he retched, a brief panic appeared on his face, and the temperature around him seemed to start to get colder.

It wasn't because of Master Zhang's expression, but mainly because of the thing in his hand. From the moment he first touched it, he felt that special touch, the texture he could feel when touching it, the overly delicate feeling, like a wildly growing vine, gradually entangled his nerves, and the sense of crisis was calling his brain frantically.

He asked with difficulty: "Is it normal material?"

This world is weird. It doesn't matter whether there is Godzilla or demons. But at this moment, Song Yi was really scared. The touch of the waist bag was too strange. Even from a certain moment, since the image of human skin appeared in his mind, the feeling of fear became lingering. It was probably the innate sense of crisis that humans have about the possible casualties of their own kind.

Master Zhang nodded, as if he had just come to his senses, and moved his eyes away from Song Yi and fell on his waist bag. He said in a calm tone: "The fabric has been processed, you try it."

Song Yi was still nervous, but he nodded to show that he understood. At that moment, he felt a vibration in his pocket, as if someone was suddenly calling him.

In nervousness, Song Yi subconsciously raised his right hand and was about to put it into his pocket. The next moment, he suddenly remembered that he had no mobile phone or phone card in this world. After all... "Song Yi" was still a minor.

He took a deep breath, and his brain calmed down. He began to analyze the situation, first judging by the vibration, and then making bold guesses. Without any complicated procedures, he could guess that the one calling him at this moment was not the broken cufflinks, but one of the other two cards, or maybe both.

These props that could not be put into the space felt a crisis at this time, as if they were protesting against Song Yi's idea and trying to stop him from taking the next step.

Under the urging of the props, Song Yi once again met Master Zhang's gaze. This look was particularly pure, and the emotions contained in it were clear, which could be regarded as a simple expectation, which made him even more embarrassed. He almost felt that he was trapped in a crisis of "wolves in front and tigers behind". After all, things over there did not look good!

He slowly raised the corners of his lips and simply gave up thinking. According to the original plan, he opened his waist bag with one hand, reached into his pocket with the other hand, grabbed three props directly, stuffed them into the bag without even looking at them, and zipped it up, all in one smooth move.

Master Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Do you have a star upgrade card?"

Song Yi also paused and said honestly: "Yes."

They looked at each other again, and the stiff atmosphere dissipated. There seemed to be no confrontation between the props, and the sense of crisis surrounding them also faded a little. Song Yi's tense body relaxed a little, and he was in the mood to complain in his heart, "It's like a prop mobilization." However, the two of them remained silent. It seemed that the topic that could be discussed had ended here. Song Yi didn't want to continue wasting time here, and when he was about to say goodbye.

Master Zhang said: "You have an item that is still unsealed. In addition to increasing the item level, the Star Upgrade Card can also unlock the sealed item."

This was information that Song Yi was not clear about, but he said it out easily, as if he was delivering a gift for an order that had just been completed.

Song Yi said "hmm" without any extra thoughts. Although unblocking sounded cool and might be of great use, it still did not change his mind.

Master Zhang didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that he still didn't look sad, he added, "If you are not in a hurry to improve your combat power recently, don't rush to unlock the props... Don't touch it yet. It gives me a bad feeling."

Song Yi said "OK" this time, but he actually complained in his heart, "This bag already gives me a bad feeling!"

But Master Zhang didn't know that the two of them could still pretend to say goodbye in a friendly manner. Song Yi then put on his waist bag and walked up the stairs. As soon as he left the social environment, he started to harass Noah's Ark in his heart and asked:

"What's going on? We said that after the popularity ranking is over, points will be awarded. Why haven't they been issued yet? Did I fail the ranking?"

"The popularity ranking has not yet ended, players please continue to wait for the results."

"Ah, have you been working on the popularity ranking for so long? Are you trying to take advantage of this opportunity to sell peripherals and make a fortune by collaborating with them?"

Noah's Ark did not reply. Song Yi just stepped onto the second floor and walked towards the first floor, and continued to say in his heart:

"Don't sell millet. Even if it's from a farm, the animals will be rubbed to the point of having no hair. Take my advice, let's go into bamboo farming and grow more bamboo shoots. That fits the impression you give me. Next time I can praise you for having 'a lot of bamboo shoots', right!"

He spoke happily, but Noah's Ark still did not respond. A few seconds later, when he came to the first floor and saw the butler, the system sound rang again, slowly narrating the message in his mind.

"The ranking competition is about to begin. If players have no other plans, they can also participate in the competition in their free time."

In other words, if you are a little annoyed, find something to do.