Fusion Computer: My Skills Are Not Serious

[This copying is expected to take 10 seconds, countdown 10,9...]

Soon, such a reminder popped up in front of Song Wenwen.

"It takes 10 seconds to copy once, so it can be copied 6 times a minute."

"Then one hour is 360 times, one day is 8640 times, and three days is 25920 times."

"In other words, if I hide here and copy the scoring sphere from now on, I can get more than 25,000 points in three days."

"I don't know if such a result can win the first place in the freshman competition." Song Wenwen said silently in his heart.

It's a pity that he forgot to ask Jin Zizai before. In previous years, how many points would the first place in the freshman competition usually get.

In this case, there is a reference value.

"Qiaoqiu, come out!" Then, Song Wenwen shouted.

Soon, a penguin appeared in front of him.

"Qiaoqiu, help me find this kind of scoring sphere. I need all kinds of numbers and colors. As long as it looks similar to it, you can find it for me."

"Ten packs of spicy dried fish!" Song Wenwen touched Qiuqiu's head and said to him.

Hearing the words "Spicy Xiaoyugan", Qiuqiu's eyes instantly widened.

Although the potato chips are delicious, they are still a bit worse than the spicy fish.

Song Wenwen gave him a pack before, how delicious it is.

Let me ask, is there any penguin who can refuse the temptation of spicy dried fish?

So, Qiuqiu nodded, and then disappeared in a flash.

Seeing Qiuqiu leave, Song Wenwen smiled.

Without the points of the first place in previous years as a reference, he can only collect as many points balls as possible.

With Qiuqiu's help, he doesn't have to work hard himself.

So, he found a more comfortable tree branch, concealed his figure, and lay down.

Although it was his first time to participate in the freshman competition, he knew very well that the early stage of a three-day competition like this was very boring, because many people were constantly searching for scoring balls.

The really interesting time is halfway through the time.

That is, after a day and a half.

Even if the freshman competition is different, the time may be earlier, but it must be a day later.

So now, just sleep peacefully.

Coincidentally, when he returned to the imperial capital yesterday, he was already

It's very late, I haven't slept for a long time, and now I just catch up on sleep.

Wake up and get to work.

With Song Wenwen's character, in this kind of competition, just winning the first place in the freshman competition is not too challenging.

He felt that he could take the opportunity to make a small fortune.

Lying on the tree branch, Song Wenwen stretched comfortably.

He didn't fall asleep immediately, but turned on the computer manager.

At this moment, there is a small pop-up window on the interface of the computer manager.

[Fate restoration is expected to take 10 days, and the countdown is 9 days, 16 hours, 43 minutes and 26 seconds. 】

Seeing this hint, a satisfied smile appeared on Song Wenwen's face.

Originally, he planned to find a time to exchange the harvest in the Bermuda forest for Lingshi, and then use it to restore his fate.

As a result, last night, his father threw him five million spirit stones directly.

He still remembers the scene of last night.

He came out of the shower and was drying his hair when Song Huangquan walked in and threw him a Qiankun bag.

"There are five million spirit stones in here. You use them first. If you don't have enough, tell me and I'll figure out a way."

"Your father and I are still alive, you don't have to work too hard."

"Tell Dad if you have anything, you don't have to carry it alone." Song Huangquan said seriously.

At this moment, he revealed his true feelings, completely showing a father's concern for his son.

He said three years ago that Song Wenwen would never be harmed.

But now it seems that these words are slapped in the face.

This time, Song Wenwen was teleported away under his nose.

No one knew how he was feeling at the time.

In addition to anger and self-blame, there is more unspeakable guilt.

Although Song Wenwen was not harmed this time, it was because Song Wenwen had many means.

If it were another person who was teleported to the Bermuda forest, even a supernatural being in the King Realm would definitely die.

In the past three years, he let Song Wenwen grow wildly.

Although the concern for Song Wenwen in his heart has not diminished in the slightest, but specifically speaking, he has not done anything for his son.

Song Wenwen was also cheerful all day long, as if there was nothing bothering her.

But he saw everything Song Wenwen did.

Open the first floor, try your best to earn spirit stones

, cultivating desperately in the veteran's building, trying to cheat the spirit stone of the Eastern God of War when he was apprenticed, and rushing back to participate in the first place in the freshman competition in the Bermuda forest, wanting to get rewards.

He was not stupid, so he could tell that the reason why Song Wenwen did all this was for Lingshi.

Although he still didn't know what Song Wenwen wanted so many spirit stones for.

But since he is so desperately earning Lingshi, it must mean that he needs it very much.

He knows Song Wenwen well and knows that he is not a greedy person.

He wouldn't do any of this unless he had a special need.

That being the case, as a father, he naturally needs to support him.

The reason why he practiced desperately all these years was to make his wife and children live better.

His parents died early since he was a child, and he grew up eating a lot of food. It can be said that he has suffered a lot.

What he has suffered, he does not want his son to experience it again.

If Song Wenwen still has to endure all kinds of hardships to grow up like he did back then, then what is the point of him cultivating so hard all these years to become the God of War?

If Song Wenwen has parents, it is the same as not having parents, everything depends on himself.

That was his biggest failure as a father.

"In the future, if you have anything to tell Dad directly, Dad still has a bit of face in the imperial capital."

"Remember, no matter what happens, Dad will help you."

"Okay, you've been tired for two days, take a good rest." After Song Huangquan finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Song Wenwen to say anything.

Song Wenwen picked up the Qiankun bag that Song Huangquan threw over, and a gleam of warmth flashed in his heart.

No matter which world, father's love is like a mountain.

But soon, an excited smile appeared on his face.

With these five million spirit stones, his fate can be restored.

So, without any hesitation, he hurriedly opened the computer housekeeper and began to restore his fate.

After testing, it took a total of ten days to repair the fate.

"There are still a little more than nine days."

"I can't wait." At this moment, Song Wenwen lay on the tree branch, turned off the computer manager, and said to himself.

He was really curious about what abilities he would awaken after his fate was restored (there is a quiz with prizes, who will be a wave of prophets).

In fantasy, Song Wenwen slowly fell asleep.