A ruffian's man's voice suddenly came, and he saw a middle-aged man in a shirt with an open arms, striding into the ward, coming to Ding He's hospital bed, and snatching the money from Xiaomin's mother's hand.

"What are you doing?" Ding He was startled by the man who suddenly appeared, and thought it was a robber, so he shouted.

"Little cub, don't meddle in your business!" the middle-aged man snatched the money, stuffed it into his arms, and grinned at Ding He threateningly.

"Dad, what are you doing? This is my life-saving benefactor!" Zheng Xiaomin suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the man's clothes, and said loudly.

"Life-saving benefactor?So Lao Tzu or his life-saving benefactor?How much did Lao Tzu cost Lao Tzu to be hospitalized in the past few days?" The middle-aged man shook off Zheng Xiaomin and shouted loudly, "I still want to give him money again, no way!"

"Chen Lao Er, what are you doing? Is this where you make a mistake?" Xiaomin's mother couldn't hold back anymore and said angrily.

The middle-aged man ignored Zheng Xiaomin's mother and daughter at all, holding the money in his arms, and shouted viciously, "This is Lao Tzu's daughter's money, Lao Tzu has the final say!

"You don't speak human words, he is Xiaomin's life-saving benefactor!" Xiaomin's mother was so angry that her face turned red and she said loudly.

"I think this kid is pretending!" The middle-aged man glared at Ding He and shouted loudly, "The doctor said that it was just a skin injury, but he is fine, and he will not leave in the hospital! Lao Tzu's money is not money!"

"You...... You ......" Xiaomin's mother was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"What am I, am I?" the middle-aged man continued to shout with a smug expression.

Ding He was on the side, he didn't want to take care of the other party's housework, but now that it was on himself, he couldn't watch from the wall. Ding He took a deep breath, held back his anger, and said to the middle-aged man: "Don't make any noise!

"Ho, count you kid acquaintance!" When the middle-aged man heard this, the corners of his mouth opened with a smile, and he said happily, "Get out, you can save some money for Lao Tzu." ”

Ding He was in a coma for three days, and the injuries on his body were no longer as painful as before, and he could barely bear it. Ding He endured the pain, lifted the quilt on his body, and prepared to get out of bed.

"Brother, don't go! The injuries on your body are still not healed?" Zheng Xiaomin hugged Ding He's arm and said pleadingly.

Ding He looked at Zheng Xiaomin, a little soft-hearted, and stopped moving. But when he turned his head, he saw that the middle-aged man looked disdainful and angry, pushed Zheng Xiaomin away, and sat up from the bed.

"Yo, get up, don't lie down!" The middle-aged man looked disdainful and sneered at Ding He, "If you leave today, I still respect you as a man! Don't lie back again, hehe......"

"Second Chen, you ......" Xiaomin's mother stroked her chest, almost fainting from anger.

Ding He got up from the hospital bed, took out his clothes from the bedside table next to the bed, and staggered towards the door of the ward.

"Brother, don't go, you're not ...... yet," Zheng Xiaomin said, wanting to chase after him.

Before he could take a step forward, the middle-aged man grabbed Xiaomin, threw him to the side of the hospital bed, and shouted and scolded: "Little cheap hoof, I am your father, he is your father! If it weren't for you, would Lao Tzu have spent so much money?"

Ding He listened to the other party's scolding, walked out of the ward, put on his coat, and walked towards the stairs without looking back. Due to the beating, he received a lot of feet on his legs, and his walking was a little unsteady. Walking to the corner of the stairs, Ding He staggered down, and suddenly a figure walked upstairs quickly, and the two almost collided together.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" Ding He looked at the other party, almost fell down the stairs in order to dodge himself, and hurriedly apologized to the other party.

"It's okay!" the other man said, standing firm, looking up.

Ding He looked at the other party, who was wearing a big mask and a pair of phoenix eyes. Seeing that the other party was fine, Ding He turned around and continued to go downstairs angrily. The other party watched Ding He staggering downstairs, afraid that Ding He would fall, and knew that Ding He had gone downstairs safely, so he turned around and walked towards the ward.

"Sister, woo wow......" I saw that the other party actually walked into the ward where Ding He had just come out.

"What's wrong, Xiaomin?" walked into the ward, the woman took off her mask and asked Zheng Xiaomin, who was crying.

If there is someone in the ward at this time, they must be able to recognize that this woman is the little flower girl who is popular in the entertainment industry today - Zheng Mengyuan. Zheng Mengyuan is just a stage name, her real name is Zheng Xiaolan, who is Zheng Xiaomin's sister.

In a fit of rage, Ding He got out of the hospital and walked far away angrily. The anger slowly dissipated, and Ding He felt a pinprick pain in his body. Originally, he was beaten and injured his muscles and bones for a hundred days, and he needed to recuperate. Today, he rushed out angrily and touched the wound again, which naturally hurt terribly.

Ding He touched the only remaining 300 yuan in his pocket, stood on the side of the road and gritted his teeth to hail a taxi. According to the address memorized in your mind, let the master send it to Building 18 of Emerald County.

"It's here, young man, it's seventy-three yuan and four corners, count you seventy-three!" The taxi driver looked at the itinerary and said to Ding He.

"Seventy-three, so expensive, cheaper!" Ding He dug out his pocket, really a little distressed, and was ready to bargain.

"Cheap, I can't see the watch!" the master was anxious, pointed to the watch on the car, and shouted loudly.

"Okay, don't shout, master! I'll give, I'll give!" Ding He counted out seventy-three from the only money left in distress and handed it to the taxi master. The master took the money, looked at Ding He and shook his head, kicked the accelerator, and quickly drove away, leaving Ding He with a burst of car exhaust.

Watching the taxi go away, Ding He opened the unit door lightly, and after entering, he quietly closed the door. Creeping like a thief, he walked down the stairs, and the voice-activated lights were not turned on.

After turning two corners, Ding He came to a door and stopped, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the door. After gently closing the door, I breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the light. Ding He lives in an underground storage room, less than 20 square meters, and a table and a bed are almost filled inside.

"Whew!" Ding He took a deep breath and lay on his bed, feeling relaxed.

"System!" Ding He closed his eyes and shouted in his consciousness.

"Host, what's wrong, it's okay, don't disturb my rest!" the system's familiar synthesized voice sounded, and there was a lazy voice in his voice.

"Is the system still sleeping?" Ding He asked suspiciously.

"Nonsense! If you don't have energy and don't sleep, what can you do? If you have something to say, say it quickly!" shouted the system's electronic synthesized voice suddenly became angry.

"Something, system, I want to ask, is there any way to make money?" Ding He prayed with a look of hope.

"Please make it clear to the host, I am a star cultivation system, not a money-making system! Goodbye!" The system ignored Ding He's prayer and replied coldly.

"Don't! system! system ......" Ding He shouted several times in a row, but the system didn't pay attention to Ding He at all.

"What kind of system is this, it's the same as 2580,000 yuan!" Ding He lay on the bed and said angrily, "Everyone writes in novels, and with the system, the beautiful women's bills are coming! Why am I so sad? System, don't be like this! Everyone has all kinds of gift packages, what about us?"

"Congratulations to the host for getting the starter package!" Ding He had just finished complaining when a system voice came.

"Mom, there really is! system, awesome!" Hearing that there was a gift package, Ding He was not stingy with sycophants, and said flatteringly, "System, what's in the gift package?"

"The newbie gift includes a lottery +1 and a skill book!" the system responded to Ding Hedao.

"How to draw the lottery? What are you hesitating about? Come on! It's best to draw a million!" Ding He thought about the lottery, and his saliva was about to flow out.

Suddenly, Ding He felt a flower in front of him, and a huge turntable appeared, there seemed to be countless grids on the turntable, and there were some small words written on the box, which were blurry.

"System, what's the prize?" Ding He spent a long time, but he didn't see what was written on the turntable.

"System, the two of us are in the same boat, let's leak it!" Seeing that the system did not answer, Ding He was a little unwilling, and he was close to the system.

"The host level is too low, and I don't have permission to check it!" the system said coldly.

Ding He tried a few more times, but the system still didn't reveal any tone. In desperation, Ding He had no choice but to give up and chose to start the lottery. As soon as the words fell, the huge turntable began to rotate rapidly, and Ding He's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the turntable's rotation. After a few minutes, Ding He felt that the turntable was spinning faster and faster, without the slightest intention of stopping.

"System, when will it stop?" Ding He asked towards the system.

"The lottery is manipulated by the host, and the host needs to shout to stop when it stops!" the system explained to Ding He in a tone of "silly fork".

After hearing this, Ding He ignored the ridicule of the system and shouted embarrassedly: "Stop!"

As soon as Ding He's voice fell, the turntable quickly stopped as if the power was off. The huge pointer in the middle landed firmly on one of the grids. At this time, Yang Lei finally saw clearly, the words on the lattice, guitar elementary.

"Congratulations to the host for getting a beginner guitar skill book!"

"Where is the skill book??How to learn it?" Ding He was confused, watched the big turntable disappear, and asked the system.

"Please go to the storage box to check!" replied to Ding He.

"What the hell is the storage box?" Ding He asked puzzled.

As the three words of the storage box were spoken, a huge box appeared in front of Ding He's eyes, and from the opening of the box, two books flashing with white light flew out. Two books, one on the left and one on the right, appeared in front of Ding He's eyes, and the cover of the books read "Guitar Primary" and "Singing Primary".

"Singing beginner, I didn't smoke?" Ding He asked puzzled.

"Stupid host, the newbie package comes with a skill book, a chance to draw a lottery!" The system seemed to be defeated by Ding He's IQ, and said in a helpless tone.

"Oh, I remembered!" Ding He remembered and continued to ask, "How do I use this skill book?"