When I opened my eyes again, it was still a square screen, and the two big words "failure" seemed to mock his incompetence.

Everything in the dream had faded, but it still made him feel a little excited.

"Goo!"

The stomach is protesting.

Hungry.

He finally came to his senses and remembered that his name was Wang Xiaofan, a young man who made a living by posting small advertisements on the streets, and like the beginning of the dream, he was just a good-for-nothing gangster.

He muttered to himself: "Who would like me as a scum who eats and sleeps in an Internet café? I can only think in a dream, and many beauties are vying to be my wife? ”

He hobbled to the bar and made a bag of instant noodles, returned to his seat, let it dry for a while, and slowly ate it, gradually regaining his strength.

"It seems that I am hungry and faint, so I will have such nonsense dreams. ”

However, he assumed in an almost impossible way: "What if this is true? What should I do if I really use my straddle to escape to another plane and throw myself into a thug?"

After thinking for a while, he made a decision: "In case I really have an intelligent woman hidden in my head, although I can't see or touch it, when she recovers, I can let her talk to me and use her intelligence to make me a lot of money, at that time, why worry about the beauties not throwing them into their arms!"

Then, he hypothetical, "What if that ultimate smart little beauty comes after her?"

"Haha, when the time comes, let her come up with evidence, since it is my original wife, I will open a room with me, roll the sheets, and then I will recognize her so-so, and let her serve me comfortably every day. ”

After that, he continued to make various assumptions.

As for eternal life in dreams.

To hell with it!

Who believes?

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The ending of every story cannot satisfy everyone, some people like science fiction, some people don't, and they can't force it.

If you want to spray, you can spray as you like.

The first book was written like this, no matter whether the reader was full of satisfaction or not, Longshu himself was already very satisfied, in fact, there was originally an outline of five million words, and then it was cut a lot, for various reasons, but Longshu still finished the story very carefully, as for the unfinished meaning, it was another story, after all, the world is also endless.

Happy New Year!!!

To be alive is to be happy!