[Quick Transmigration] Lord God is not happy

The next day, early in the morning, at eight o'clock sharp.

He Youqian was woken up by a loud noise.

He opened his eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed in a hurry, before he had time to change his clothes, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Gone were his otherwise unpretentious white walls.

Instead, it was resplendent and resplendent, exuding a strong aura of local tyrants from the inside to the outside——

A wall made of gold?

It should...it shouldn't be true, right?

He Youqian suddenly recalled his dream last night.

He dreamed that he was lying in a pile of ordinary pink banknotes and was leisurely watching the financial news. He faintly heard someone knocking on the door, but he didn't care.

Later, I saw a white-haired little brother of a contractor looking around in his room, and the last person was thinking about a wall.

It seemed to hear the little brother ask him: "Are you sure you want to exchange them for gold?"

Is there such a good thing?

He naturally agreed without hesitation: "Is it free? Okay!"

After that... I don't remember.

He pinched his eyebrows, stepped on his slippers, and walked to the wall with a strange expression on his face.

With emotions that he didn't understand, he stretched out a finger, gently poked at the wall.

Hard, cool, smooth.

He retracted his fingers into the palm of his hand, added a little more force, and hammered against the wall.

It hurts.

This is not a dream.

He did not believe that the wall was really made of gold.

But someone could sneakily change the color of the wall while he was asleep, such a big movement, and he just woke up now?

He Youqian rubbed his brows again, thinking of the child he brought back yesterday as if suddenly fascinated.

The biggest suspect who caused all this is only the child.

What's that kid's name?

It seems to be called... God?

It's definitely not his real name.

He clicked his tongue, and began to reflect on himself again. The kid didn't even tell him his real name, yet he took him back with a big heart.

He was never so reckless before, how much would it cost to bring a child back?

The most urgent thing is to find that kid and ask him to see if he knows anything.

This thought came to his mind.

A youthful voice like a clear spring penetrated into his ears, ethereal and melodious, with a bit of unknowing holiness.

As if in a fairy tale, the gods respond to the believers.

"What do you want to ask me?" The Lord God stood beside him, speaking plainly.

He Youqian: "...You, when did you come to my side?"

The Lord God didn't change his face, and said slowly in that sinister voice: "When you miss me."

A burst of joy suddenly surged in He Youqian's heart, and he frowned and pressed it back. He stroked himself for a while, and said, "You can hear what's on my mind?"

The Lord God looked into his eyes seriously, paused for a while, and then said: "I will not invade your privacy, so I will only appear when you think of 'me' in your heart."

The Lord God tilted his head in confusion, and asked puzzledly: "Aren't you thinking about me? But why, when I appear, you don't look happy?"

Tuo Tiandao's father talked about his blessings for tens of thousands of years, and the main god was very sensitive to other people's unhappy emotions.

He Youqian couldn't keep smiling.

He looked solemn, shaking his head in disbelief to adjust himself: "I think my worldview needs to be reshaped for a while."

"Little friend, I seem to have underestimated you a bit."

"Did you make this wall?" He asked while holding his forehead.

The Lord God looked at the wall, then turned his head to look back at He Youqian, raised his chin a little bit invisibly, and said proudly: "Yes."

Would this human being praise him?He quietly helped him realize a small wish.

He Youqian was amused by his straightforward attitude, gritted his teeth and said, "Little friend, what did you do to my wall?"

The Lord God's jet-black eyes suddenly brightened a few degrees silently, and said calmly: "I replaced them with the wall in your wish, a wall made of gold."

"Don't you like it?" Seeing that he was silent, the Lord God asked hesitantly.

He Youqian: "..."

He felt that his three views still needed to be reshaped for a while.

after an hour.

The wall made of gold was ruthlessly demolished, and it turned back to He Youqian's original plain, pure white wall.

It's not that He Youqian doesn't want gold, he just doesn't want to accept this kind of wealth that shouldn't come for no reason.

What's more, if the money is not exposed, if he really builds such a wall, he will probably have to hire a lot of bodyguards to defend himself.

After He Youqian witnessed the use of the main god's ability with his own eyes, he was shocked from the beginning, and gradually changed to the current calm and calm.

After a long conversation just now, although it was basically the wrong answer.

But He Youqian also confirmed three points——

First, the young man in front of him had little knowledge of human common sense, which made him wonder if this child had escaped from some abnormal laboratory.

Second, the teenager basically has no memory of the past, and he is not even sure of his own name. He only said that he has a father who loves him very much.

Third, the boy can't laugh. The boy himself emphasized this point several times, and told him awkwardly not to be angry because of his face.

Regarding the name, there is actually an oolong.

——"Little friend, since you want to stay at my house for a long time, you must tell me your real name?" He Youqian asked.

"...I didn't lie to you." The boy's crow-feathered eyelashes fluttered a few times, the light and shadow in his eyes overlapped, and he said solemnly, "Did you say that Dad called me by my name?"

"Your father called you? That should be your nickname, what is your nickname?" He Youqian couldn't help trembling when he saw his appearance, and said with a smile to hide his unnaturalness.

"Nickname?" The Lord God learned a new vocabulary, and replied as if he had suddenly realized, "Then my nickname is, son smash?"

He Youqian: "...Small it?"

Lord God: "...um."

He Youqian's head was full of black lines.

Well, he really picked up a young master.

"No, no, I don't dare to be a brother, kid, don't let others call you this name, do you know that this is taking advantage of you, understand?"

"... Oh." The Lord God pursed his lips.

He kind of liked being called that.

"The name of God should be a code name." He Youqian murmured to himself by relying on his powerful brain power, and he had completed his life experience as a teenager.

He glanced at the well-behaved and quiet side face of the young man, and compassion suddenly arose in his heart.

Rich people will always use their spare money to do some charity, some for the good reputation, and some for giving back to the society purely for their own peace of mind.

Although he usually acts like an iron cock, he doesn't want to pull out a hair, but in fact he just doesn't want to use his hard work for nothing to those who are not familiar with it.

He also thought that if he really got rich to the point of his dream, he would subsidize several schools to develop education.

Sponsoring a stumbled special-ability kid go to school doesn't seem like a bad idea either.

Only living in a group of the same age can help him better adapt to modern society.

It is rare for He Youqian to be willing to spend money on the spur of the moment.

Fearing that he would regret it soon, He Youqian said with this strength: "Then do you want to go to school? Just study with, many children who are about your age."

The main god sat upright and seemed very interested: "What to learn? Is this a process that every human being will go through?"

He Youqian: "In addition to learning language and mathematics, politics, history and geography, materialization and life."

"Don't look at me, I know you didn't understand, these are not important."

"Brother just wants you to get to know a few friends of the same age. You may not know how to laugh, but you haven't encountered anything happy enough to make you laugh out loud."

——"Studying in school is indeed a process that everyone will go through."

He Youqian turned on the TV for him, tuned a children's channel for him, and went to find someone to contact the boy's admission matters.

Another hour later.

He Youqian successfully contacted a private noble high school.

He printed out the registration form sent by the principal, went to the living room, handed it to the young man who was engrossed in watching TV, and said, "Here, fill in your personal information, and then you're ready to go to school."

"Don't fill in the name column."

The main god's eyes slowly moved from the TV back to the pen and paper he handed over, and let out a sullen oh.

"You can write, right?" He Youqian suddenly worried.

"Yes." The Lord God quickly filled in the information except the name.

Naturally, he filled it out quickly. 038 had already been drawn up for him, so he just copied it.

"What kind of TV, watching it so seriously." He Youqian turned his gaze to the TV, a little surprised what kind of movies this kid would like.

I saw a yellow sponge and a pink triangular head running around.

It turned out to be "SpongeBob SquarePants".

Thinking of the boy watching this anime with a blank face, he couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, the main god was staring at He Youqian in silence again.

He Youqian laughed and said: "Hahaha, so you like "SpongeBob SquarePants". You study hard in school. If you do well, I can give you another SpongeBob SquarePants doll."

The Lord God seemed to realize something, his ears turned red almost invisible, he turned his head and said, "No, I don't like them, I just think they are silly and interesting."

Although he said so, his black and white eyes were full of funny images of SpongeBob SquarePants.

He Youqian smiled lightly, and picked up the form he had filled without revealing it.

Ben was also worried that the young man had been in the laboratory for so long, and the words he would know were limited, and he had no expectations for handwriting.

But the boy's handwriting is the same as his appearance, gorgeous and noble, too good-looking.

"Okay, kid, let's talk about the name now." He smiled with a smile on his face.