Super Dimensional Exchange Group

The night is dark, and the city is flashing with colorful Madara neon lights, which complement the stars in the sky.

Standing on the open-air balcony, Mo Bai lit a cigarette, looked out at the hustle and bustle of the street in the distance, and let out a soft breath. "It's been sixteen years since I came to this world."

The earth in the previous life, the water blue star in this life. There is not much difference in cultural customs and technological level between the two. It's just that he, who was an orphan in the previous life, has a lot of ties here.

"Hmm. If I follow the normal routine of crossing parallel worlds... I should copy books, write songs, and make movies. From then on, I'll be very popular, and now I should be at the pinnacle of my life."

After flicking the soot, Mo Bai smiled helplessly. In fact, only after the real time travel did he realize that some things are easier said than done!

You can't compose a song for songwriting, and you don't have the corresponding expertise and sufficient funds to make a movie. Copying books is even more nonsense! For an abandoned house, if you only remember the general plot and want to write a complete work, then it is pure fantasy! Therefore, after coming to this world for 16 years, Mo Bai has achieved nothing except getting into a good high school.

Well, that's fine.

Mo Bai, who is optimistic by nature, is not very melancholy about these. What really bothered him was the scene he accidentally encountered a few days ago.

It should be two groups of people dating each other, and everyone's clothes look very social. But the moment they started, Mo Bai's eyeballs almost fell out of shock.

The head can generate electricity, the mouth can spit fire, and some are similar to the martial arts masters of the previous life. This is so special, it's like a special shot in a movie! But it really appeared in front of Mo Bai.

At this time, he suddenly realized! Your brother-in-law, this turned out to be a super city!

What does super city mean? Powers, ancient martial arts, super powers! There may even be ninjas, vampires, angels, magicians... Dangerous, this is obviously an extremely dangerous world!

Even though he has lived in an ordinary life for 16 years, the unease in his heart is still like an alarm that has been raised, lingering constantly.

Mo Bai is not a fool, he knows very well... Once people have special abilities and powers, desires will also breed in their hearts. This will lead to various disputes and conflicts. Perhaps these people are in another social aspect that ordinary people cannot touch on a daily basis, but there is no doubt that once the conflict develops on a large scale, it will inevitably affect the ordinary people.

Think about the weird events that have been broadcast on TV news over the years, such as the accidental collapse of a building, the young boy having a picnic outdoors and burning his classmates to death, and the young girl crying and streaking in the middle of the night... Perhaps in these cases, there are shadows of these special groups of people.

The more he thought about it, the more panicked Mo Bai felt. Ma Dan, what if one day he is kidnapped by a super-powerful female hooligan to do RBQ?

horrible! No, you must have the ability to protect yourself!

After thinking like this for three seconds, he became decadent again. Ah, think about it. No system, no special abilities, and no martial arts secrets... Protect yourself with a hammer.

have to. If you want to meet a super-powerful female hooligan one day, follow her.

With a helpless sigh, Mo Bai threw the butt of his cigarette on the ground and was about to go back. But at this moment, a bright light suddenly streaked across the sky.

meteor? !

Mo Bai was slightly taken aback. If you make a wish at this time, will it succeed? Systems, exercises, super powers... From then on, play around the city and stand on the top of the world!

Thinking of this, Mo Bai's heart gradually became hot, and an indescribable blood poured into his limbs!

pat.

Putting his hands together, Mo Bai stared at where the meteor fell and shouted: "Meteor! If you can hear my call, please answer me! Me! Mo Bai! I want a girlfriend! Beautiful, long legs, and Onee-san Fan from the Great European School! Please!" After shouting, Mo Bai turned around reverently and walked back into the house.

What systems, exercises, and superpowers are all like floating clouds! What a ridiculous idea to be on top of the world! Are those things important to have a girlfriend? Girlfriend is the way to go! Happy with your girlfriend every day and it's over!

"That idiot high school student!" In the attic opposite Mo Bai's house, two figures, one blue and one red, slowly emerged. Among them, the blue figure looked at Mo Bai with disdain. "I actually said such an inexplicable thing again."

"Very interesting little guy who actually made a wish for a girlfriend from Meteor." The red figure smiled with interest, with a light expression. "Onee-san fan? Is this one popular among young people now?" He said, and glanced at his slender figure.

"This is the dead otaku, you know? The dead otaku!" The blue figure snorted coldly and said, "Why should we protect this kind of guy, isn't it good to let him fend for himself?"

So angry!

She has fair skin, beautiful long legs, etc., but she doesn't have a big European style! And this face is like a porcelain doll at all! It feels like this dead otaku is targeting himself!

"You are too extreme, Qingyue." The red figure turned his head and said, "No matter what kind of personality and hobbies it is, as long as it does not threaten the society, it should be the object of our protection. What's more, he is still a king. Orphans of the team."

"Is he really... his own?" The blue figure curled his lips and said, "I can't accept it! The king team actually has such an incompetent child!"

"So, your experience is still too shallow, my dear sister." The red figure looked up at the sky with a melancholy expression. "Actually, the king team... is not as perfect as you think in private."*