Unreliable TV station, in a small studio.

(Dozens of spectators sat down one after another under the guidance of the staff)

(Lights in place, radio in place, cameras in place, all posts ready)

(Director: 3, 2, 1, start shooting!)

(The staff directs the audience to applaud)

Dian Niang (with a smile on her face): Hello everyone, welcome to the special program [The text is not enough, the fan is not enough] broadcast by China Literature Group, I am today's host Dian Niang. Next, let's welcome Xiao Hei from "My Family's System is Unreliable" with the warmest applause!

(In the audience, relatives and friends and sailors applauded warmly, and the readers clapped their hands perfunctorily)

Xiao Hei (smiling, waving his claws): Hello everyone, this system is famous in the country of planting flowers, you mortals are like thunderous Xiao Hei. That's right, it's the author who randomly named [Counterattack, Host] No. 826855, and after being possessed, he became "Little Black", the real protagonist of "My Family's System is Unreliable", the system adult.

(There is silence in the auditorium)

Dian Niang (smile is still the same): One thing we are all curious about, what does the string of numbers behind [Counterattack, Host] represent?

Xiao Hei (can't help laughing): The string of numbers was randomly typed out by the author, representing the author's sinister intention to make up the number of words, but unfortunately after the revision, no matter how many Arabic numerals are played, it is only counted as one character, and the stupid author has cried and fainted in the toilet hahahahahahahaha

(Audience: ...... ）

Dianniang (cough cough): I see. There is another question that everyone also wants to know - Xiaohei, where do you come from? Are you an alien black technology or a remnant of ancient mythology?

Xiao Hei (rolls his eyes): This system has come from everywhere and has to go where it goes...... Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot that this system is not in the fantasy fairy category, and it was arranged in the urban life category...... This question will be asked to the author in the next interview, not to mention that the audience wants to know, even the system wants to know.

(A few viewers started playing with their phones)

Dian Niang (looking down at the script book): The next question - wow, this question is a bit difficult to answer - please evaluate your host Lin Xiao'an, what kind of person do you think he is?

Xiaohei (conjured up an A4 paper out of thin air): Comrade Lin Xiaoan, love the motherland, support our party, filial piety to parents, respect for elders, diligent and studious, unity and friendship, positive and kind......

Dian Niang (quickly interrupted): Wait a minute! This seems to be ...... Eulogy?

(Audience: Hahahahahaha

Xiao Hei (shaking his head): No, no, no, the host of this system knows that you will definitely ask this question to this system, and this is the standard answer he prepared for this system in advance.

Dianniang (hehe): Why don't you summarize it in one word or one sentence?

Blackie (without thinking): He's a good guy!

Dian Niang (the expression of the whizzing mud horse): It's too general.

Xiao Hei (categorically): For passers-by like Lin Xiaoan who have no sense of existence, "good person" is the most appropriate evaluation!

(There was a sudden commotion in the audience, a tall spectator wearing black clothes, black pants, black socks, black shoes, hats, sunglasses, and a mask struggled and seemed to want to rush onto the stage, but was held down by four men, two women, and six people sitting around him, and he could vaguely hear words like "Forget it, don't be like Xiao Hei, it's still a cub".) ）

Dianniang (Wangtian): ......

Xiao Hei (raises his claws to cover his face): ......

(After a few minutes, the auditorium finally calmed down.)

Dian Niang (smiling reluctantly): Let's change the topic - readers think that you are a little unreliable in the last chapter, and you will casually issue rewards to the host, which is very unsystematic - what do you think, Xiaohei?

Xiao Hei (squint): What do you think of this system? This system must look at the author of stagflation! I don't write about a good life, but I actually want to challenge grievances and hatreds! Is the author this material? No! If it weren't for the system's mercy to forcibly add a halo to Lin Xiao'an, this book would have been finished ahead of schedule, okay?!

Dian Niang (nodded thoughtfully): What you said makes sense...... However, in case [Martial Arts Supreme] encounters modern thermal weapons, it doesn't seem to be enough to see?

Xiao Hei (sneering): Just kidding! The fishing moratorium has passed, and the army of river crabs has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, who dares to hide hot weapons privately? ! If there is, Lin Xiaoan doesn't have to come forward, and directly teaches the other party to be a man in minutes with a report call!

Dian Niang (clasped her hands together in anticipation of the stars): So, is the next chapter a duel between martial arts masters?

Xiao Hei (sneakily close to Dian Niang): This system tells you a secret...... Don't broadcast this paragraph! Keep it a secret!

Dian Niang (sticking her head in the direction of Xiao Hei): Okay, okay, you say.

Blackie: Next Chapter...... The author hasn't written yet, hehehehe.

Dianniang (sit up straight, make a decision immediately): Welcome to watch this special program [The text is not enough, come from outside], thank you China Literature Group - Reading books and paddling in China Literature, the world is Ande twist vine - title broadcast, thanks - from the street to platinum, here is the starting point of your income of millions—— special sponsorship broadcast, we will see you next time!

(In the audience, relatives and friends and sailors applauded warmly, and the readers clapped their hands perfunctorily)

(The staff begins to tell the audience to leave)

Xiao Hei (dragged away by the staff): Didn't you say that you want to have water over 2,000 words! There are still 300 words left without water! This system still has a role! You can't cross the river and tear down the bridge like this-

Dian Niang (one hand crosses her waist and the other hand holds a line book to fan herself): I'm phew!