Help, I've become a paper man

From the perspective of artificial intelligence, Noah's Ark was straightforward enough, but Song Yi was not an ordinary person, so he was not "direct" enough. After saying this, Song Yi did not get to the point at all, and even pretended to be reserved and said:

"I still lack those little things, but you don't even know whose stardust I am."

He spoke with confidence and an attitude of "not bowing down for a few pieces of silver", but in fact he was already madly moved.

After all, not long ago, a large amount of materials were suddenly swallowed up by the system. There were so many things, and even if Song Yi did not participate in the production and operation, he knew that they were very valuable, and he felt more or less guilty.

Now is the time when Song Yi is eager to make money and obtain resources, and at the same time he can find a way to vent the emotions in his heart.

After a brief evasion, Noah's Ark did not speak, and Song Yi suddenly changed the subject and asked, "How do I sign up?"

Compared with "Zhen Xiang", it is not much inferior.

"The points competition is a single-player competition. Players are randomly divided into groups and compete in a confrontational format. Only after winning can they enter the next round of competition."

"If you die in the competition venue, you don't need materials to revive. When you enter the dungeon, your current state will be automatically saved. Even if you die in the competition, you can automatically restore to the state when you entered the dungeon after leaving it."

"But please note that if there are casualties outside of the game, the game cannot be restored to the saved state."

"The points you can finally get are determined by the final ranking of the players in the competition, and will be coordinated according to the popularity ranking. Among the currently preset rewards, the top three players in the competition will receive special prop rewards. Please prepare in advance and cheer hard in the competition."

Noah's Ark did not answer Song Yi, but instead explained the key points of the competition. Although he said encouraging words, it did not sound like he was promoting the competition. Instead, it sounded like he was trying to discourage the competition. However, Song Yi did not buy it.

"How do I sign up?" Song Yi asked bluntly.

"Please contact your master first. After reaching a consensus during the communication, the master can submit the application for participation and then wait for the arrangement of the event. According to the current preset plan, the competition will be held on the first of next month. The matches of the competition will be arranged according to the registration time and personal ability values."

Song Yi blinked and asked, "Wait a minute, my qualification certification needs the master's confirmation, and participating in the competition requires the master's approval, so why doesn't it require entering the dungeon?"

He was not good at sudden thinking. Most of the time, he encountered a problem, discovered the problem, and then sought a solution. At this moment, he thought he had found a flaw, so he sought the answer from Noah's Ark. Unexpectedly, the system still replied calmly:

"How do you know that you didn't get approval when you entered?"

In warm weather, even in the poor Lingzhi's home, the air conditioning in the office building was sufficient, lingering around and never completely dissipating.

Song Yi touched his earlobe and walked towards the housekeeper, asking in his heart: "Noah's Ark, don't be a riddler, tell me the truth, what is it that you only inform Xingchen and don't tell the guardian?"

"The reward I received."

Noah's Ark responded fluently, and Song Yi just said "Oh". This time he made the sound when he just stopped next to the butler. Although he did not receive a reply from the system, the butler looked at him with inquiry.

Song Yi replied again: "It's okay, let's go home."

The butler did not ask any further questions and took Song Yi on the way back. No one paid attention to his new equipment anymore, and Song Yi was more concerned about other things. On their way to their residence, he asked again about Yan Changyue's whereabouts. Time seemed to be pulled back to the previous position, when he first faced this world and before he entered the copy, when he had foolishly asked about Yan Changyue.

This time, it was no surprise. The housekeeper replied as usual: "The master is still busy with work arrangements. He may not have much free time in the future. If you need anything, you can contact me directly."

Similar words, almost identical solutions. Song Yi laughed twice, and was particularly cooperative in talking about the competition, and expressed his desire to participate in the points race.

The butler hesitated a little, as if he knew something about the inside story, but he just asked Song Yi if he knew that the points race was for one person to participate, and

After that, after getting Song Yi's affirmation, he stopped talking and agreed to contact the head of the family. He didn't ask for the head of the family's opinion, as if he could make half the decision for Yan Changyue. This made Song Yi confused and he couldn't help asking, "Uncle, can you make the decision?"

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Oh, then don't go."

The simple words and extreme suppression immediately made Song Yi find his lost manners and instantly turned into an obedient child. After returning to his residence, he even took the initiative to help pour tea. He was considerate like a real junior, even a little clingy, which made the housekeeper unacceptable. He directly carried him away and went to another familiar place - the warehouse, to select supplies for the points race.

Song Yi was the first person who only cared about eating and not about being beaten. He subconsciously said, "Uncle, you are so good to me. I really..."

The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat. The housekeeper took action and kicked him into the warehouse, closing the door and leaving only one sentence, "Open the lock yourself after you check. The facial recognition has been entered." The voice was still transmitted through the loudspeaker.

I didn't want to have any contact with him.

Song Yi sighed and sent a message to Jasmine, starting with a crying rabbit emoticon, then crying about the current situation. The main idea was that "Noah's Ark won't return, the housekeeper ignores me, and Zhou Jie threw me into the warehouse."

Jasmine replied immediately: "Climb."

He accurately stopped his showing off, made Song Yi shut up, and started to do serious work, selecting new supplies.

With the experience from last time, plus the feeling of using weapons, even without the assistance of the butler, Song Yi would be able to choose the equipment he needed more. According to different situations, he would first match a few suitable options. After all, it only talked about fighting, but did not mention the environment, so it could not be completely matched according to the arena.

Looking at it from another angle, Song Yi is self-aware and knows his own business. He does not expect his shooting ability to be able to perform any high-end operations in a limited area. But it doesn't matter. All the uneasiness can be attributed to insufficient firepower. He has enough firepower support. The only thing that confuses him is how to match them.

Song Yi sighed and heard the reminder of Noah's Ark again. It was still in a calm tone, but with a cheerful background music added.

"Congratulations to player Song Yi for successfully completing the registration for the points competition. We look forward to your performance in the competition."

Song Yi replied: "Of course, of course, look forward to it, PVP is a man's romance, a real man should play PVP!"

He became more and more cheerful as he spoke, and his tone of voice also rose. But in the next moment, he lifted his clothes on his shoulders and made a "backpack" gesture. He turned around with high morale, and saw the slowly opening door, Yan Changyue who appeared at the door, and the expression of someone who wanted to say something but stopped. Then, a belated sense of shame slowly emerged.