First Player

The 13th world burned into my color (8). ”

The inorganic god looked at the boss rabbit with his yellow eyes:

“Rabbit? Why did you appear in Luowasha?”

“Chew, chew, chew…” After chewing the golden eyeball, the boss rabbit took out a black eyeball and stuffed it into his mouth: “What? You can get in through the loophole, but I can’t?”

“Aren’t you maintaining the world game?”

“But someone has drawn me. With such a good opportunity, I rushed into Luowasha.” The boss rabbit showed an innocent and pitiful expression: “As for the world game… I wish it would disappear as soon as possible.”

“But once the world game disappears, we will…!” said the inorganic god.

The next moment, the blood-red pupils enlarged in front of His eyes.

The big white rabbit stared at him closely.

“…I don’t want to live anymore.” Its cold pupils did not have a trace of softness in life:

“I just want to be free as soon as possible. ”

After a moment, it took a step back, and its face instantly regained its smiling expression, and it began to chew its eyeballs.

"Su 1 was eaten by you. Su 2 drew someone else's card and was eaten by him. Su 3 jumped off the building and died, and was picked up and eaten by the Sea King. "Boss Rabbit tilted his head, seeming very confused:

"It's so strange, all three died. Then there should be... there should be... there should be the other one! Why is there no other one? Why, is there really no other one..."

The "other one" it refers to is self-evident.

-Why is there no rewind?

Why is time still moving forward without stopping?

Is it that what Su Mingan showed them was always an empty city plan?

It touched its belly and remembered what happened in the afternoon:

...

A few hours ago, Mingxi campus, the third level.

Shen Xue, wearing a white veil and a diamond-studded long dress, stood on the stage in a wedding outfit.

"This is my story! This is my story! ! "Shen Xue blushed and said loudly: "Shen Xue's Dream Journey to Wonderland", this is the name of my story. I am the heroine Shen Xue, and I chose Su Ming'an as the hero. The final ending is that we get married with the blessings of the survivors, which is a perfect and beautiful HE! No one can change it, you can only witness it all! ! "

Su 2 saw this and turned back and shouted: "That white-haired Su! I will defeat Shen Xue's story field and make her lose her fighting power. You find a chance to overturn the auditorium and end the third level! "

"Okay!" Su 1 responded.

Su 2 rushed onto the stage and stepped forward.

The moment he stepped into Shen Xue's story field, the scene in front of him suddenly changed drastically——

...

"Ding Dong! ”

[You have entered the story realm · "Shen Xue's Dream Journey to Wonderland (creator: Shen Xue)"]

[Passing conditions: find out logical errors, book-eating, and unreasonable character settings.]

…

White light shines.

The warm sunlight shines on the forehead, and the fragrance of gardenias wafts through the air.

After entering Shen Xue's story realm, Su Ming'an heard a voice:

"——Ming'an, after the college entrance examination in two years, we will fill in our volunteers. You obviously like to play the piano and have great piano talent, so why don't you become a pianist?"

The next moment, he heard his own voice:

"Forget it...The piano is a bit unfamiliar to me, so I should just study finance and law honestly for the liberal arts. "

He opened his eyes.

The man standing in front of him was a male classmate with a buzz cut, round eyes and a kind face.

——It was his best friend in high school, Bolong.

This conversation should have taken place when they were in their second year of high school.

The clear sunlight fell from the leaves of the sycamore trees on the campus, and the summer cicadas chirped on the branches. They lay on the railings at the door of the classroom, looking at the lacquered red plastic track.

This is Su Mingan's high school campus.

…It turns out that Shen Xue's story is not in the style of God of War Dragon King, nor in the style of Feng Aotian, but a campus memoir, telling the real experience of high school.

The progress of the story field is generally very short, like a very short script, which can be ended quickly.

The condition for winning the story field is to solve a secret of the story, or to identify the enemy's logical errors, book eating, unreasonable personality and other problems.

"If you become a famous pianist, a performance will be tens of thousands, which is better than a dead salary of four or five thousand a month. "Bolong suggested.

Su Ming'an's eyes were dazed. He remembered this conversation, which left a deep impression on him.

At that time, they talked like this: "Bolong, if I can't play well one day, or I can't succeed at all, I will be out of touch with society at that time... What should I do? I lost my status as a fresh graduate and had no internship experience. What should I do?"

"You are so talented that you will definitely succeed. You will not play badly. Believe in yourself." Bolong encouraged.

"But I still have Uncle Zhao. I can't gamble with the lives of my relatives. Besides, I rarely play the piano now."

"But you are so talented that you can't waste it. Are you going to become mediocre like this?"

"...But I dare not gamble."

"Alas, and you like psychology so much, and you usually talk about it very well. I think you have the potential to become a good psychologist! Do you have to give up this too?"

"...Psychology is too unstable, I dare not gamble."

"Then are you going to be a clerk?"

"Probably. Children from ordinary families cannot consider chasing their dreams. That is not idealism, but recklessness. Uncle Zhao spends a lot of money buying medicine every month, and there are also debts left by his father's treatment. If I don’t make it in the future, it will be all over. I may live stream some games in college, but it can only be a hobby..."

"What a pity. You are really talented. It would be great if you had more courage."

"Thank you, I really don't dare to bet. Maybe it's not a matter of courage..."

Bo Long has a good temperament and takes good care of him. Their fate originated from the fact that Bolong was very good at playing games, so Bolong would often ask Su Ming'an for help with some game-related questions, and the two gradually became acquainted with each other.

Bo Long has always envied Su Ming'an and felt that Su Ming'an and him were on two different levels.

He couldn't play the piano at all, which made his tutor furious. However, Su Mingan only went to his house to play once, and the tutor was full of praise.

He was bad at playing games, but Su Mingan didn't have much time to play, but he was able to kill everyone and make money by using the live game.

With good grades, good composition, good game playing, and superb piano talent... Su Mingan simply crushed him in every aspect. He always felt that Su Mingan would become a super great person in the future and completely crush him in every aspect.

So he didn't understand why Su Mingan refused to pursue his dream.

Such a talented person ended up working at his level.

"You should think about it again, it's such a pity." Bo Long said regretfully.

"..." Su Mingan was silent.

Soon, the school bell rang, and the story progressed extremely quickly. The next moment, Su Mingan found that he had walked out of the school with his schoolbag on his back.

Next to him, Bolong was talking on the phone quietly:

"Hey, hello? Sister, what's the matter? Ah? I already said I want the 07 version of sneakers! How can you give me the backward model of the 06 version... What? My parents won't buy them? I haven't had any for months. I’m wearing new sneakers…”

Su Mingan glanced at the broken sneakers on his feet that had been mended for three years.

He remembers his high school years as the most difficult period.

The savings left by his parents were basically spent. The salary of the only guardian, Uncle Zhao, was not high, so it was extremely difficult for him to study. As for the quota of poor students in the class, they all fall on some students who are not very poor.

Su Mingan once had a hand-rolled piano that he cherished, but he had to sell it in order to make a living.

However, within a few days, the hand-rolled piano was back in his hands. Because he found that this treasure that he cherished had been roughed up and thrown into the trash can. He picked it up, wiped it patiently, and carefully held its "remains" in his arms again.

"Shen Xue is the protagonist of this story. We must find her and see where her flaws are..." Su Mingan didn't know where Shen Xue's home was, so he returned to his current home, Uncle Zhao's home.

Uncle Zhao is not his blood relative, but his guardian who is willing to take care of him.

At this moment, he fell into a trance... By the way, does he have this guardian? There should be some.

The closer he got to home, the more he felt "timid about being close to home". Even though I know this is a false reenactment, I still can't calm down.

When you open the door, you will see a home of more than thirty square meters. The bathroom is next to the kitchen, and the kitchen is next to the bedroom.

A man with a broad figure, about fifty years old, was making straw toys. When he heard the sound, he raised his head and smiled at Su Mingan: "You're back?"

His forehead is broad, his eyebrows are sunken, his nose is fat, his lips are thick, his cheeks are earthy and earthy due to long periods of absence, and his hair is somewhat white on his temples.

Su Mingan's breathing stopped for a moment, and he responded softly:

"……Um."

The man was knitting small toys, sweat streaming down his forehead. It was obviously summer, but he didn't even turn on the electric fan, and was knitting blades of grass with his fingers: "Look, I've been thinking about these gadgets recently. Isn't the night market economy very popular? I’m thinking that if I sell these gadgets at the night market after get off work, I can definitely make more money!”

"Be careful with your hands." Su Mingan saw a few scratches on Uncle Zhao's fingers.

"I will be careful. If the blood bleeds and falls on the straw toy, it will be in vain..." The man responded: "There is a fire on the stove, you go and take a look."

Su Mingan put down his schoolbag and placed it on the only complete piece of furniture in the house - a brown wooden table covered with dark patches and cracks. This table has many functions such as writing homework, eating, sewing clothes, etc. It can be called a busy guest at home.

He walked into the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot, and a rich aroma hit his face.

The thin body screamed out.

"...Chicken soup?" He glanced sideways: "Why are you making chicken soup today?"

"Half a chicken has been dead for a while. Aunt Li didn't want it, so I took it back. It has a bit of a smell, but I washed it very clean and it won't spoil my stomach." Uncle Zhao's eyes still didn't leave the work in hand: " It’s been a long time since I’ve given you anything good to eat, please, you won’t grow any taller.”

Su Ming'an was holding chicken soup while paying attention to Shen Xue's figure outside the window:

"What day is today?"

"What day?" The man pretended to be stupid.

"It's not an important day, I don't believe you can buy chicken."

"You kid, I told you it was a mistake... Huh, huh, okay, you saw it. Today isn't Singles' Day, I'll give it to you."

"...Do you want to celebrate any weird festivals?"

"That's not the case. Then who said, 'Life must have a sense of ritual'. Although we live... not too rich, we can't lose the sense of ritual! The most important lesson I taught you, your father, Just learn to love yourself! Give yourself some hope of living!”

"……father?"

"Cough, cough, cough...guardian, guardian!"

"..."

"Self-love is very important. Only when you love yourself will you feel that the world is brighter. If you don't love yourself, you will have to endure hardship every day, and you will soon be unable to survive."

"I see."

"In short, your future is still very long. The hardships you endure now are only temporary, and the good days are yet to come!"

"Are the good days... still to come?"

"Yes. Think about it, going to college is such a glorious thing. I never went to college, I went to a vocational high school. But at that time, vocational high school was even better than high school..." The man began to "reminisce about the past." Rong".

They sat down to eat. The dish was very simple, just a bowl of chicken soup.

There were a few drops of blood on the ground, and the man covered the scratch on his finger. After hesitating for a while, he whispered:

"That... Ming'an."

"Um?"

"Today your school's music teacher called me and said that he wants you to pursue music and become a student with some artistic talent... It just so happens that you are in your second year of high school and it's time to make a choice."

"oh."

"You... still want to be a serious cultural student." The man looked at him cautiously.

"Um."

"That's good, that's good." The man breathed out a sigh of relief and rubbed his bloody fingers:

"Listen to me, go to a good university, major in a good job, get a salary of five to six thousand, and your employer will help you pay social security. How great. If you take the wrong approach, when you can't find a job, this The music teacher is long gone!”

"I know you play the piano well, but you can't make a living out of your hobbies. Painting, playing musical instruments, singing, but in the end it's very likely that you will get nothing! There is no way, but it is difficult to follow."

"Love is love. How many people have succeeded because of love? We ordinary people should just give up. It is not our turn to be the leader in this world, nor is it our turn to be gods, emperors, and saviors. Don't think about those unrealistic things. , I can still eat many bowls of steaming chicken soup in the future..."

Su Ming'an listened and stirred the chicken soup with a spoon. He looked out the window and suddenly saw a red shadow.

——Shen Xue!

The story has reached this point, it should be the middle stage, and she indeed appears.

In the story realm, both Su Mingan and Shen Xue have roles to play, and they cannot break through the role restrictions without logic, otherwise they will be judged as "eating books".

"I'll leave for a moment." Su Mingan stood up.

"Hey? It's dark, where are you going?" Uncle Zhao stumbled out and chased him, holding a flashlight in his hand: "Be careful not to step on the ditch at the door!"

The round flashlight was thrown over and Su Mingan caught it with a "pop". He glanced at Uncle Zhao with a little nostalgia and jumped lightly.

The ditch in front of his house was too wide and he always stepped in water, which troubled him for three years.

But at this moment, he easily jumped over the ravine that had troubled him for three years.

"...!"

Under the dim light, there were several shouts and curses coming from the alley, which seemed to be Shen Xue's voice.

Su Mingan turned off the flashlight and touched it, and saw a white rabbit in the darkness.