This is definitely not rebirth

Xiao Zhengtai scrambled and crawled out of the game room before leaving the game. The main computer in the room told him that someone was visiting, and the big face on the flashing light screen was the young and handsome chrysanthemum with a subtle temperament.

The lunch box didn't think about it, and immediately allowed to enter. Chrysanthemum came in cursing and preparing to fight with the evil little devil for [-] rounds, but who knew that the little Zhengtai threw herself into his arms tearfully, roaring hissingly: "What should I do if it's swollen?" !What should I do!!!"

Chrysanthemum's original heart of guilt shrank with a whimper, and his self-esteem instantly swelled. He suppressed his trepidation, touched Xiao Zhengtai's head deeply, and was twitched by those nasty curly hair before turning to Xiao Zhengtai's shoulder Press it up: "Don't be sad, it's just a game room, brother will help you get it done."

"No!" The lunch box grabbed the boy's trousers and jumped, followed by the little dinosaur hood on his back. Regardless of his current situation, he was close to maliciously acting cute: "My name, my name is Fan He."

Chrysanthemum watched the child jumping up and down anxiously, and couldn't help stroking her chin and smacking her lips: "Tsk tsk, I said, no wonder Yan dotes on you, sometimes you are very cute, brother knows you are a lunch box, and then what?"

"It's not the rice of the lunch box, it's the box of the lunch box, it's Fan He's Fan, Fan He's sum!" The lunch box was speechless in a hurry.

Chrysanthemum was dazed: "What?"

The lunch box slammed himself on the head, cursing himself for being so old and panicked, so he hurriedly picked up his mood, and suddenly Mrs. Tiaodou became a serious and boring little Mrs. Baozi: "Listen, my name is Fan Harmony, normative norm, peaceful harmony."

Chrysanthemum was dumbfounded at first, then spoke in a daze, and then laughed: "Hahaha, what, Fan He, what name, it's so strange, so you are not called lunch box? Hahaha, then you are going to apply for a name change now? Don't Said that the eldest brother didn’t tell you that he went to the household loan management office 10086 times without success, what do you think?”

The lunch box gritted its teeth: "You're surprised, my name is Fan He, I'm not a lunch box! If you like a lunch box, call it."

"No!" Chrysanthemum ring hand hummed: "The name of the lunch box is on the same level as my current name. If I can apply for a name change, I will change my name to Optimus Prime!"

"..." Lunch Box resisted the twitching of the corners of his lips: "Darling, suffering is irreversible, please save yourself, the household registration management office will definitely not approve you to reverse CP."

Chrysanthemum jumped up like being stuck in the buttocks: "What?! You spitting god, you must have the gene that you will die if you don't swear! Take care of your own lunch box first!"

"Go away, say yes first, take me to apply for a name change, I don't want to be called a lunch box!"

Chrysanthemum looked at the cute little bun, which was less than one meter long, and sighed softly: "Well, anyway, I'm also on vacation. I have nothing to do. It would be interesting to challenge the household loan management office. Let's go, brother."

As a second official, Chrysanthemum has a shuttle, which is not a big brand, so she loaded the lunch box and went straight to the management office. Because of this old face that often appears in the management office, one big and one small were managed very quickly. The receptionist accepts the application and immediately rejects it.

That's what management said.

In view of the fact that there is nothing special about the names used by the two, and they have not touched any sensitive factors, there is no need to modify them, please do not waste resources.

In other words, only one word is needed - roll.

Then they were invited out of the management office by the security robot. Chrysanthemum patted the shoulder of the lunch box. The child looked a little gloomy because of the blow. Chrysanthemum couldn't help feeling sympathetic, pointing to the distance to comfort: "Don't worry, you can apply once a week. Ours There are probably hundreds of years of life left, let's apply together until the day we die, one day, I will become Optimus Prime, and you will become Fan He."

The lunch box didn't want to say it, he was even more desperate after hearing this sentence, especially when he knew the experience of the chrysanthemum beside him, he felt that the future was bleak, and he waved his hands in disappointment: "Running here aimlessly will not lead to results, save it , or come back when you are sure.”

Chrysanthemum was not used to the child's precocity, touched her nose and asked, "Then, when will you be sure?"

The lunch box said, "Maybe when I am two meters tall."

"..." Chrysanthemum stared blankly at the top of the child's hair, as if mourning a broken dream.

The lunch box was lured to give him a kick, and when Chrysanthemum got on the shuttle again, she saw Xiao Zhengtai open the console and study there, knowing that he was getting into the car, she casually asked, "What will happen to you if there is a car accident?"

"Huh? The car will be sent for inspection, and the memory inside will show the accident process. If I am responsible, it will probably be compensation or my license will be revoked, or I will take driving lessons again. If I am not responsible, I will get reasonable compensation." Chrysanthemum replied and drove the child away: "Sit next to me."

"Well, you sit down."

As a medical soldier, Chrysanthemum didn't react when the child grabbed his hand, until the fingerprint device passed the authentication and unlocked, the console was activated, what he just wanted to say turned into a scream amidst the child's frantic flying.Different from the steady driving of a certain medical soldier, someone took a non-branded ordinary shuttle as a space shuttle, interspersed between the empty tracks, with no order at all, just like a flying fish that was disconnected.

Chrysanthemum opened her mouth and yelled, and then she covered her mouth and her face was livid. A child less than one meter tall stood on the seat, and two pairs of small hands simultaneously controlled the four direction indicators, each of which represented a propulsion engine.

Only two chrysanthemums were ever used, as long as the flying shuttle can open, there are so many tricks, until it fell on this crazy kid, he didn't know that his flying shuttle could fly like this, the vision in front of him has turned into light, unable to form, But that's not all, the shuttle doesn't go straight forward or simply turn, but from time to time it goes sideways at a right angle and passes between two close-moving shuttles, even flips over and overtakes from the top, or snakes and jumps continuously.

At this moment, Chrysanthemum thought that he was participating in a combat-type space shuttle pilot test. Fortunately, this perverted torture was over soon. They returned to the parking lot of the military academy, and he collapsed on the seat until the child's cold little hand touched him. He turned his eyes weakly to stare at the relaxed little guy, the corners of his lips twitched for a while, and he choked out two words: "Devil..."

The lunch box picks its nose: "Next time I have free time, I will take you to go to the hospital, and I will do as much as possible. Otherwise, if you enter the space medical station in the future, take a spaceship to rescue and turn yourself into a sick person, then you will really have no future." It's bright."

Chrysanthemum was covered by this paradox, as if there was something wrong with Zhan Li's words, he couldn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in grievance: "Help me."

As the culprit, the lunch box touched his nose, pulled at the elder brother, and then said in a dilemma: "Hey, although I have good strength, but with how much you have accumulated, I can't afford you."

"I know." Chrysanthemum sat back on the seat with the pull of the lunch box. He didn't admit that he fell because he was scared, he just wanted to sit on the ground to be safer, um, that's it.Sitting back again, he touched under the seat, turned on the mobility mode, and a magnetic levitation device was pulled out from under the chair, and a direction bar protruded from the side of the chair: "Let's go."

"It's great to have a shuttle. I'll buy one in the future." The lunch box looked at the shuttle and the mobility seat curiously. The uncle soul inside the bun was still very interested in mecha shuttles. It's romantic.

"...Who are you planning to harm? By the way, where did you learn the flying shuttle technique?" Chrysanthemum began to doubt the origin of the three-year-old child. He was just curious before, but now he wonders if this is sent by some alien. seamless.

"Game." Lunchbox casually said, he couldn't say that he was a fighter pilot before N+ years ago, could he?

"Could it be that the flying shuttle is extremely fast?" Juhua, a game enthusiast, immediately laid out a perfect story for the lunch box, such as a certain house's rich game career, and simulated the emotions of acquaintance by herself: "Oh, no wonder even the kindergarten They all get D, they were all playing games, let’s go back and debug the game room quickly, and then come to PK, okay?”

The lunch box continued to look at the chrysanthemum with the white eyes, how shameless would it be to send a PK invitation to a rookie who has not yet entered the game?Chrysanthemum, who was so frightened by the flying shuttle just now, pretended not to see the child's eyes.

Speaking of debugging, Chrysanthemum just jumped in and logged in to her account, then confirmed some screen adjustments, and then came out: "Oh, X1111 is really the latest perfect game warehouse, basically there is no need for any debugging, you can directly Just go in."

"……nonsense."

Chrysanthemum is used to being despised by children, and she fully adapts to it, showing the tenacity of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "Oh, little lunch box, wait for my brother to go back to the game and take you home, 10 minutes!"

After all, he had already got on his own walker and left as if flying away.

He sat back in the game room, and after logging in, he still had the data of the lunch box. He was not in a hurry to try to change the data, so he used this kid's account to enter the game, skip the novice journey, and directly enter the middle mode.

After blanking his eyes, he was in the mecha warrior lounge of a virtual battleship. There was a battle list jumping on the top, a character data list on the other wall, and some game battles were played on the other wall.

The height of less than one meter immediately attracted the attention of the big brothers and sisters waiting for the battle in the lounge.

[Yo, where is the cutie. ]

[One meter is not enough to enter the middle class, the quality is good. ]

[Come here, brother will give you candy. ]

[Hey, look at that engagement ring, the little guy is still engaged. ]

"..." The lunch box ran directly to the obviously prettiest sister to give her a hug, and made faces at the molesting men, causing a group of young men with fresh blood to gnash their teeth.

[System] Warrior 'Chrysanthemum' has submitted a battle application, do you accept it?

The lunch box directly presses accept, and then leaves the lounge with a blank vision, and enters the armor library. He has 30 seconds to choose the armor.The model in front of me is different from N+ years ago, and the shape is much more handsome. The design is obviously stronger, lighter, and more flexible. The control compartment has also changed a lot, and he skipped the novice course and jumped directly into the actual combat mode. It's just looking for it.

But the lunch box doesn't mind, he just wants to hesitate while he doesn't understand anything, now it's like being in a fog, in the future he will untie it one by one, peel it off layer by layer, dissect it, absorb it, conquer it , controlling it is the most fun.

Randomly picked out the mid-range and long-range agile dual-purpose mecha that Yan had used, and the lunch box was immediately sent to the control compartment by the system. There were a bunch of complicated buttons inside, but he had a choice mode in front of him-difficult, normal, simple, moron.

[System] Since the player 'Lunch Box' has not taken the novice course, it is recommended to choose the brain-dead mode, which is fully voice-controlled, and can control the attack of the mech through language.

The lunch box couldn't imagine sitting in the cockpit and fighting while spitting, so he silently decided to choose.

[System] The player 'Lunch Box' has selected the operation level 'difficult', and will play the game in a mode of 100% fidelity. There will be a ten-second prompt for the first driving, and it will enter the battlefield after tens of seconds.

At this time, some people in the lounge were bored, and they opened up the children's battle to watch, and it was amused.

[Wow, the little rookie chose the hard mode? ]

[The little guy can't see it. ]

[Is his hand shaking?You see, he doesn't even have a basic title, which means he didn't even take the novice course. ]

[Crap, why is he here?Professional cannon fodder? ]

The lunch box doesn't know what other people think. The complex operating system in front of him jumps into detailed annotations. It only takes ten seconds. When the countdown ends, he takes a rough look. The screen of the mecha opens, and a meteorite cemetery appears. The battlefield of the zone.This kind of battlefield is simply a nightmare for agile mechas. The dense meteorites will make it unable to stretch its fists and feet, and become a bird with broken wings.

A light flashed in the darkness, and the lunch box clumsily manipulated the mech into the meteorite. The laser beam passed by and hit the meteorite not far behind. The meteorites collided, causing a domino effect. The whole space moved, and the lunch box's mech was crushed Hit.

[System] body damage 2%, energy consumption 0.01%

The lunch box will not sit still, this time the attack exposes the opponent's position, and it is certain that it is a long-range mech, and it will definitely start to move immediately to find a new sniper position, but he believes that in such a dense meteorite area, the opponent will not move too fast , without hesitation for a moment, he immediately drove the mech forward.

However, in the next second, he was shot like a fool, and the lunch box twitched his lips to see that the damage to his body in the meteorite collision continued to increase, and soon reached 5%.

He forgot that it was not a normal mecha warrior, but a medical soldier, so he dodged in the middle of the chaotic meteorite impact, gradually left the attack range, quietly and slowly operated the mecha to dive below, did not move forward, only occasionally opened With one shot, he tried harder to avoid the meteorite that collided violently like a billiard ball.

The battle time limit is counting down, and the countdown ends in the next second, the universe screen disappears, and the eyes are blank.

[System] 'Chrysanthemum' has 2% energy and 2% damage; 'Lunch Box' has 98% energy and 8% damage, and the winner is 'Lunch Box'.

Everyone in the waiting room was quite speechless when they saw the god unfolding. The next moment, the two of them who finished the battle returned to the waiting room.

[Boom!Why is this, why don't you come here! ] Chrysanthemum strode forward and grabbed the collar of the lunch box. After all, his ultimate killing method can kill many rookies. Usually, when a rookie is attacked, he just wants to come over and kill him, and then he is seriously injured by the meteorite. He just needs to survive He won by the end of the countdown, but what happened to this damn kid, he didn't move forward at all.

The lunch box squinted and picked its nose: "I'm afraid."

[Afraid of root hair, do you seem to be afraid?Smelly brat, stinky brat! ]

The lunch box finally looked at the chrysanthemum, with a sympathetic face: "Good boy, I will treat you to the original nutritional supplement later."

Chrysanthemum went off the assembly line with tears in her eyes like a battered little daughter-in-law. The child flicked his clothes, pulled up the hood of the little dinosaur, opened the control panel, and chose to fight against a virtual opponent. Waving: "Sisters and brothers, thanks~"

Whoosh, the child disappeared.

[…] Everyone—is this little bun made of bean paste?

The child was abused by the virtual opponent a few times, and he was groping for some ways, and the battle was gradually tied. His past experience allowed him to get used to the new operating system quickly, and finally won a victory against the virtual opponent, and he quit the game.

The child moved the small stool to climb up the counter, took out the ingredients familiarly, asked the main computer to call up the recipe, and started cooking.

After finishing the meal, the child climbed back to the optical brain and went to the forum to read the posts. The black forum was indeed black, and all users were hiding their identities. It is really rare to see it on the Internet today. Everyone is a game fanatic, especially the senior member forum. There are a lot of pretty good fight videos out there.

The child looked at it, and felt that this was not a forum limited to half-humans, but interstellar, because some posts were in alien languages, and he had to use a translator to understand them.

Not long after, Yan came back, followed by Chrysanthemum who was full of grievances and looked like a battered little daughter-in-law. Lunch box even wondered whether he was the child bride-in-law or himself.

"Brother." The lunch box took the lead, and flung itself into Yan's arms cutely: "You're back, the little lunch box misses you so much, yes, today I won the battle against Brother Chrysanthemum, I'm so lucky, aren't I?"

So Yan, who was caught by a friend to teach the child a lesson, immediately lost all sense of blame, played with the curly hair behind the child's ear, and whispered: "Don't bully Chrysanthemum in the future, he is a liberal arts student."

"Oh." Lunch box nodded: "I know, no matter how weak he is, I won't bully him anymore."

"You guys!" Chrysanthemum stomped her feet in hatred, "You two working together are so disgusting."

"Don't worry, I invite you to eat." The lunch box pointed to the warmed food on the table, and he understood that the best way to appease Erhuo was to feed him.

Sure enough, Chrysanthemum blinked, looked at the table of meals that were obviously not made by cooking robots, and immediately forgot all the grievances: "Oh, then I'm not welcome, this is made of small lunch boxes? It looks pretty decent, Yan, you are right in marrying this guy, beauties nowadays don't know how to cook."

Yan nodded, his stern face softened because of the mention of Xiao Zhengtai: "Lunch box is a good boy."

Chrysanthemum covered her heart, almost spitting blood.

The lunch box that was issued a good person card again looked at the sky speechlessly. The only two good person cards he had lived to this age were all from this fiancé with dangerous and evil tastes.