The world is not right [rebirth]

The sun turned from east to west in the sky, and set again. The street lights in the community were turned on early, and drifted into the small rental house together with the afterglow of the evening.

Zhao Ying, who had slept peacefully, sat on the bed, her face wrinkled into a Beijing opera face.

He was gasping for breath, drenched all over, as if he had just stepped out of a steamer, and the two blushes on his cheeks were extremely vivid, as if he had just had a dream that required a mosaic.

Just now Zhao Ying had a dream, but when he woke up, what he saw in the dream disappeared like the morning dew. After turning his mind over and over again three times, Zhao Ying, who got nothing, had no choice but to take it from the pillow. He put on his glasses, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

His hands and feet were weak, and his mind was still immersed in the miraculous thing that he was reborn. He took twice as long to wash up as usual. When he raised his head from the sink, he had the opportunity to face the mirror. Take a good look at yourself five years ago.

, the self who just finished the college entrance examination.

The person in the mirror is at the age of transition from a teenager to a young man, his hands and feet have elongated, and the others have not kept up, a thin and thin person.He has messy short hair, two dark circles under the glasses, and a pale complexion that doesn't see the light of day. He vividly explains to others what an otaku is.

But Zhao Ying is a good-looking otaku after all.

He has good facial features, handsome eyebrows, and a temperament that has been lost in the sea of ​​​​books all year round. If he wears a white shirt, black suit pants, a tie, and makeup, he can be a heroine in a youth idol drama just because of his face. .

Thinking like this, Zhao Ying raised the corners of her mouth stiffly, and smiled at herself in the mirror.

In fact, he can't remember what he looked like when he was young. Speaking of which, what should he be busy with at this time?

... Well, when he was 13 years old, both his parents died in a public accident, and he was also affected by the accident. After waking up in the hospital, he couldn't remember the memories before he was 13 years old, and he also suffered from a loss of voice.Later, he was adopted by his uncle and aunt. Although several relatives treated him with great care, whether it was from his uncle or aunt or from his own side, there was always a layer of separation in their hearts when getting along.So after the college entrance examination, he found an excuse to move out and live alone.

His uncle and aunt have already spent a lot of money for him. After the thin-skinned boy moved out, how could he go to his uncle and aunt to get money?The rent is from the pension left by Zhao Ying's parents. After five years of squandering that little savings, after handing over the deposit and three months' rent, it is only enough for Zhao Ying to buy another second-hand old computer.

It was the one that Zhao Ying used last night.

Zhao Ying carefully recalled how five years ago, that dumb young man who was full of resentment but didn't know what to complain about put all his eggs in one basket and entrusted his future life to the broken keyboard of a second-hand computer with a few missing keys. up.

Then, of course, he rushed to the street.

In order to make ends meet, Zhao Ying went out to work.

Even if he is a disabled person with complete limbs, he can't compare with normal people in part-time jobs, let alone all kinds of malice he suffers because he can't speak.The meager salary and injured self-esteem together made up Zhao Ying's days when he wanted to eat soil but could not find it.

Even after five years, Zhao Ying, who has become a master writer, still looks disheveled in retrospect, and his appearance as the second male in a youth idol drama has dropped by several numbers.

So what's the point of being reborn?Even if he went back to five years ago, he couldn't pretend that the days of eating dirt in the past didn't exist.

While thinking this way, he turned on the computer.

This second-hand product that was patched together was very slow to start. It took a full 3 minutes before the mouse began to listen to Zhao Ying. How much money do you have left at this moment?But until the page of Endpoint Novels appeared in the browser slowly, Zhao Ying, who searched the four corners of the drawer, only found two [-]-cent coins.

In fact, the desk was left by the previous tenant, and Zhao Ying doubted that these two coins were not even his.

The contract must be signed as soon as possible, he thought, and looked at the upper right corner of the webpage without much hope.

【New News (1)】It is flashing above.

Zhao Ying: "..."

This doesn't mean anything, it may just be a page game advertisement sent by Endpoint Novels.com.

Be calm, he said to himself in his heart, keep a normal mind, signing a contract is absolutely possible.

So he opened the message with a stiff face.

【Congratulations, dear end users——】

First of all, seeing the first nine words that are commonly used in signing news at the end point, Zhao Ying gasped even though he had already signed a contract once, and couldn't help feeling dizzy for a moment before continuing to read.

[——You have been hired by the China Superpower Management Committee, please contact the person in charge Penguin number: xxxxxxxxx] Zhao Ying: "..."

The breath that was sucked in just now is stuck in his throat, and he can't get up and down. He coughed soundlessly, feeling that he might be suffocated to death with one breath.

This way of dying was too aggrieved, so Zhao Ying swallowed the breath forcefully, almost filling herself up.After finally calming down, he stared at the pair of eyes, carefully, word by word, and chewed the news that almost cost him his life several times.

Then he confirmed that the website was still the website of the Novels.com that he knew.

After double-checking to make sure that this is not a weird ad for a page game published by Endpoint Novels.com, Zhao Ying can only conclude that Endpoint was hacked, otherwise it wouldn't be so convulsive.

He didn't even think about adding the Penguin account, but closed the webpage calmly, held two five-cent coins in his hands, and planned to leave his kennel to see if he could find something to eat outside .

At the same time, in one of the dilapidated small high-rise rooms more than 200 meters away from the tube building, the lights were not turned on, and only the screen flickered faintly, and large sections of code were flashed without anyone operating it.This situation looks a bit haunted, but in fact, the artificial intelligence Nuwa in Beiping assigned a processor, and the image of a little girl with black hair and white skirt stood on tiptoe in the screen and reported to the commander of the arrest operation.

"My friend, the target has closed the terminal page, and there is no sign of contacting our department according to the news."

The commander in front of the screen nodded, and behind him were thirteen capable and tough men.They were uniformly dressed in black combat uniforms, with guns hanging on their chests, squeezing the room tightly.It was extremely hot in Xinsha City in June, shoulders to shoulders and feet to feet, all of these men were sweating profusely, but they still stood there motionless, as if they were clay sculptures of a dozen black-faced gods.

"That is to say, the committee's acceptance is rejected," the commander said. "Twelve hours have passed since the first time the target used superpowers on others. According to the law, the war department can arrest the target."

The commander didn't think about it at all. At this moment, his target may have never heard of the China Super Power Management Committee, let alone that all the large novel websites in China are companies under the Super League Committee.A group of soldiers checked the equipment and special anesthesia bombs for the last time before dispatching, and Nu Wa reminded: "The target is not a combat superpower, be careful not to read any text displayed by any target."

The captain nodded, and made a gesture to his team members. In this way, a dozen or so people followed the night that fell on the city, and sneaked into the shadows of the shack area.

In the rented room, Zhao Ying found the outline book she wrote on the desk, and planned to take it out and read it while eating.

He didn't know that an hour ago, the tube building he was in had been emptied of everyone except him.At this moment, a soldier came to his door lightly, and the soldier's companion looked at the soldier on the other side of the door. The two of them exchanged glances, confirming that other companions had already ambushed everywhere.

The soldier raised his hand and knocked on the door panel three times softly.When he opened his mouth, it turned out to be the voice of a middle-aged woman cursing.

"Xiao Zhao, are you home?" The soldier's verbal skills were vivid, "The young couple downstairs said that you disturbed people in the middle of the night and said they wanted to talk to you."

Inside the door, Zhao Ying was stunned for a moment before remembering that it was the voice of his former renting aunt.

For a while, he didn't have time to think about anything, didn't put down his notebook, walked to the door in a few steps, unscrewed a few small locks left by the previous tenants, then held the handle of the doorknob, and pressed down gently——

—the door opened outwards.

Zhao Ying saw the muzzle of the black hole protruding from behind the door.

He never knew that he had such quick reflexes, or that this was the instinct of creatures when facing danger.Without hesitation, Zhao Ying slammed the door that was only open a thin slit back, but the other party was faster than him, and the muzzle of the gun that made Zhao Yinghan's hair stand up was already stuck in the gap between the door and the door frame.

How can a frail otaku fight against trained special forces or two special forces in strength.When he realized this, Zhao Ying had already been pulled out of the door by the force of pulling the door, and fell on the door panel of the opposite resident. He moaned silently, thinking that the elbow that acted as a buffer between himself and the door panel must have a large bruise , but he didn't have time to complain, but turned around tremblingly, facing the muzzle that changed from one to two.

"The War Department of the Chinese Super League Committee," he heard one of them sternly say, "arrest you for the crime of using super powers illegally and failing to register with the Super Powers Committee in accordance with the super power user management agreement."

Zhao Ying: "..."

The former master writer felt that he must have shown a silly [beep——] expression just now.

The muzzle of another soldier moved, and Zhao Ying said in the heartbeat of 180 yards per hour: "Raise your hands, hug your head and squat down."

Zhao Ying: "..."

Wasn't he really tricked by some reality show? !

The former master writer roared in his heart, trying to look through the crooked glasses and find the camera lens in the dimly lit corridor to confirm his guess.But his body was sharper than his brain at this moment, and he consciously followed the soldier's words and put his hands on his head.

He was still holding the outline book that he hadn't dropped.

Zhao Ying is writing a novel for the first time, so how do you know what an outline is and what is not an outline? This book is not so much used to write an outline, as it is the first draft that Zhao Ying wrote for "Bringing Universal Intelligence with You".

The book had been opened, revealing the densely packed words inside, which happened to meet the eyes of one of the soldiers.

Zhao Ying pinched the book between his fingers, and a blue-white arc flickered and jumped.

"Don't read the book!" The soldier on his left realized something was wrong.

Zhao Ying, who didn't notice the abnormality at all, took a step back in fright from the shaking gun muzzle, subconsciously let go, and the notebook fell to the ground.But he didn't hear the crisp crackling sound of the book falling to the ground. The soldier on the right made a tiger pounce and caught the book before it hit the ground.

"This novel is so good!" Zhao Ying said to his colleagues when he heard the soldier pointing a gun at him the last second, "Eat my Amway! I will regret it if I don't read it!"

The fellow soldiers looked terrified, while Zhao Ying looked bewildered.

What unreasonable turning point happened just now... This world is not right!