Internship Creator

Time passed imperceptibly.Pan Ting quickly entered the update mode of ecstasy. The ten fingers were like Duan Yu's feet when he was taking small steps, appearing and disappearing on the front, rear, left, and right buttons.

When the man behind the creator said to stop, his thoughts were still on writing the countries controlled and protected by the ten sects of cultivating immortals.

The document on the computer screen was automatically closed, and the words "assessment ended" appeared.

The man behind the Creator said: "Please wait a moment, 1 minute for marking."

Pan Ting looked sideways at the steamed bun master, who was picking out the cigarettes in his pocket.

"How?" he asked hypocritically.

The steamed bun master looked at him, hesitant to speak.

Pan Ting sighed: "I was too nervous just now, and I didn't perform to the level I should have." Not the level I should be, but extraordinary performance!The speed at which he writes the settings is always half the slow speed of writing the text, but this time it is almost the same as the writing speed, probably no less than eight or nine thousand.Facing the steamed bun master, the speed of Changwen is only three or four thousand per hour. It is really hard not to win!Ha ha ha ha……

The steamed bun master said, "The corner of your mouth is twitching."

Pan Ting replied calmly: "It's a bit cold."

"Your brow is sweating."

"Occasionally a little hot, you know there's a word called 'hot and cold'."

"Aren't you afraid that your sweat will freeze?"

"..."

"The result came out." The voice of the man behind the Creator sounded faintly, "Congratulations to Lord Yin for winning the Creator Award! Applause."

Pan Ting was stunned for a moment, seeing the ugly face of the steamed bun master, he laughed and clapped his hands vigorously.

Rumbling--

There was the sound of a huge door opening right in front of them, and a neon-like colorful light shot in, causing Pan Ting and Master Mantou to narrow their eyes unconsciously.

The man behind the creator said: "Welcome Lord Yin to enter the world of the creator system!"

Before Pan Ting realized what was going on in front of him, he was hugged by the mantou master.The steamed bun master yelled: "The assessment is unfair, I demand that the assessment result be revoked."

Pan Ting was furious: "Get out! Why is the assessment unfair?"

The steamed bun master whispered: "This place is abnormal, be careful!"

It's not normal.Pan Ting rolled his eyeballs, but said in his mouth, "What's abnormal?"

While guarding against the tricks of the man behind the Creator, the steamed bun master had to answer Pan Ting, his mouth was almost bubbling because of internal and external troubles, and he said anxiously and angrily: "Obviously! How could there be such an unreliable assessment? Don't you think the scene in front of you is very similar to the scene in some cartoons? Gather a group of people in a secret room to create a terrifying atmosphere, either let them kill each other, or kill them one by one, only the last one alive Only people can know the truth."

Pan Ting was also a little apprehensive: "Do you think the one who knows the truth is you or me?"

"..." Master Mantou regretted that he didn't stop Pan Tingdou before he reached Hei on the road.

The man behind the Creator said: "Don't argue, I only have one, and you only have one chance. Lord Yin, come on, I'm yours!"

……

Pan Ting hugged Master Mantou's neck tightly: "I don't want to die!"

The steamed bun master rolled his eyes white in his hug: "I don't...don't want...you don't strangle me! I can't breathe..."

"This is a good thing, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Turn the world you conceived into reality!" the man behind the creator seduced, "Don't you want to see the plants in your setting really fluttering in the wind? You don't want to see the world you created Is a beautiful woman standing in front of you? Don’t you want the delicious food in your imagination to become a reality? As long as you step into this door, everything is no longer a dream.”

Sure enough, he came out of a mental hospital!

Pan Ting shivered, let go of the steamed bun master, and ran back towards the door.

The steamed bun master is slightly fat, but he reacted quickly. He turned around quickly, and was about to run when Pan Ting stood up, suddenly raised his hands and feet, and quickly backed away. In the door of light.The door closed instantly and disappeared.

The above process did not take more than five seconds, and the steamed bun master only had time to widen his eyes and shrink his pupils...

"Master Yin?!"

He yelled hastily.

The lights above the head suddenly went out, but the surroundings were lit up.

Noisy, noisy sounds, slowly coming from all directions to the center.

Master Mantou found himself standing in the aisle in the middle of the auditorium in the theater, with figures passing by on both sides, as if Pan Ting just now was just his hallucination.In a daze, his editor-in-charge ran towards him, gave him a firm hug when he was stiff, and then dragged him backstage.

"Didn't I let you come in and go directly to the backstage? Why are you standing here? As a sign?"

The steamed bun master came back to his senses and asked eagerly, "Have you seen Master Yin?"

The editor in charge was startled: "Master Yin? Who is it?"

Lord Yin is...

The steamed bun master was astonished to find that that person was fading in his memory bit by bit like an ebbing tide until he was completely transparent!

"Probably... someone."

After half a minute, he replied in confusion.

The sky stretches as far as the eye can see, like a thousand hectares of blue waves, gently covering a vast yellow land.As far as the eye can see, the blue sky and the brownish-yellow ground are in line, as if everything in the world is gathered here.

Pan Ting stood on the soft ground, looking around in a daze, his proud imagination seemed extremely poor in front of the single scenery.

"Big steamed buns?"

He tentatively shouted.

"He went to the awards ceremony." The man behind the Creator replied.

Pan Ting's heart was beating fast: "Where is this place? Who are you? Where are you? Why did you bring me here?" One question after another, the bullets of a machine gun kept firing, but the fear still lingered in his heart ,growing.

"This is the world you are about to create. I am the man behind the creator, the one who helps you create time. I am at your feet, do you see me?"

Pan Ting looked down and saw a thing the size of a cockroach picking up his pants, subconsciously stepped on it, and only realized after stepping on it, this may be... the man behind the Creator?

He moved his feet away slowly, feeling a little unbearable to look at the scene of the crime.

The cockroach-sized thing was half buried in the ground, and the other half was looking at him blankly with its neck raised.

"Hey, you actually stepped on me."

Pan Ting squatted down and carefully observed its appearance.

It is the size of a thumb, golden brown all over, with a faint luster. Its head is a semicircle with an arc facing upwards, and a straight line connects to the body. There are a pair of straight tentacles on the head, a bit like an antenna.Its forelimbs are bendable and extremely thin, but they move a bit like human arms, especially when climbing up from a pit. The lower body has a more human-like structure, and its legs are slightly thicker than the forelimbs, allowing it to stand up and walk upright.

"Didn't you say that you are the man behind the Creator?"

"it's me."

"How do you look like a man?"

The man behind the Creator was angry, "Rogue! How dare you find an excuse to look at my big roots!"

Pan Ting: "..."

The man behind the Creator moved his petite body, climbed onto Pan Ting's shoe and sat down, waved his slender arms, and said passionately: "See, the land you will rule! It's so fertile, enchanting, and beautiful. "

Pan Ting: "..." Was he exported as a farmer?

The man behind the Creator asked in amazement, "Why aren't you excited at all?"

Pan Ting said with a mournful face, "I want to go home."

"What good is there in a home with only one microwave?"

"I still have a microwave, what about here? Not even a stove!"

"You can create." After hearing a "ding", a small table appeared in front of the man behind the Creator, with a familiar laptop computer on it. The computer has opened a form: Plant name:

Plant classification:

Organization system:

Organs and appearance:

Distribution and habits:

Ecological relationship:

Eur-lex.europa.eu eur-lex.europa.eu

"what is this?"

The man behind the Creator urged him excitedly: "Write down the plants in your imagination."

The plants in his imagination only have three points: name, shape and function, okay?At most, add a place where it grows in rock crevices, cold pools and other exotic flowers.

What the hell is an organizational system?

Plant classification refers to ferns and... mosses and the like?Or are they actually the same class?

Should the organs be rhizomes, leaves, flowers and fruits?The fruit will fall, isn't that the organ drop?

What is the ecological relationship?Like Chunlan, Qiuju, Xiazhu, and Dongmei, do they occupy the four directions in mahjong?

Pan Ting, who has failed biology all the year round, experienced the embarrassment of using only a handful of books.

"Come on, you will witness the surprise that the world you wrote becomes reality!"

Although the man behind the Creator is the same size as Thumbelina, Pan Ting still sees emotions such as excitement, excitement, and anticipation from the fingernail-sized face plate.

all will be good.

Pan Ting exerted the spirit of Ah Q, suppressing all the weird things in front of him to the bottom of his heart, and tapped his fingers on the keyboard lightly.

Botanical name: seven-color flat peach

Plant classification: Peach

Organizational system: everything you need

Organs and appearance: dark brown roots and stems, palm-sized green leaves, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple flowers and fruits.

Distribution and habits: Usually grows on mountains above 1000 meters above sea level, and likes to be cloudy and cold.

Ecological relationship: within a radius of [-] meters, there must be ten peach trees.

Uses: eat immortality.

After Pan Ting finishes writing, click OK.

The form is grayed out for a second, then lights up again:

Plant name: seven-color flat peach√

Plant Classification: Peach √【Development of Plant Classification - Peach】

Organizational system: everything you need [please describe in detail]

Organs and appearance: dark brown roots and stems, palm-sized green leaves, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple flowers and fruits. [The ability to describe is too poor, please attach a picture] Distribution and habit: Usually grows on mountains above 1000 meters above sea level, and likes to be cloudy and cold. [The system has not yet developed the ocean and cannot use altitude.The system has not yet developed the mountain, and the mountain cannot be used.The system has not yet developed the climate and cannot use the cold weather] Ecological relationship: within a radius of [-] meters, there must be ten peach trees [The system has not yet developed the peach trees, so the peach trees cannot be used].

Uses: eat immortality. [The system has not yet developed creatures, the function cannot be opened, and it is temporarily reserved] Pan Ting shamelessly kicked the small table with his toes: "What kind of broken game is this broken developer? I have no development, so I am ashamed to give it to others to play?"

"You are a broken developer." The man behind the Creator said, "This is the initial stage of creating the world. Starting with plants and minerals, after a certain amount, you can develop higher-level settings such as oceans, climates, and creatures. .”

"Writing a novel doesn't need the organization system setting at all!" Pan Ting thinks he is the writer with the most delicate setting in Leiting, and he is not as detailed as the plant organization system. ..."

"This is not a novel. This is the real world. Every plant and tree needs your settings to produce. If you don't know how, you can use Baidu." The man behind the Creator said, and the computer popped up Baidu search.

"...Do you have QQ?" Pan Ting asked.

"It can be simulated, but it can't be connected to the Internet. We have left the earth, and this is a new world to be launched. The specific location has to wait for you to create it successfully and wait for the distribution of the universe system." Seeing the suspicion in his eyes, it explained, "Baidu is my It is simulated by itself, and it stores all the knowledge that the earth network engine can search."

Pan Ting stood silently for a long time, seeming to be digesting the identity of the "creator", and said after a long while: "There are two ways to be the creator in our place. One is to speak up and get what you want. The other is to lie down and change into whatever you want. "

The man behind the Creator gently patted the upper of his shoe: "People still have to live realistically."

"..."