Chapter 1 A game is not a dream

Holding a cigarette, rubbing the surface of his feet, and then continuing to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't light it, this is Fang Mo'an's actions in the past half an hour. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The reason is simple, he is boring.

Is there anything else that can be done?

Fang Mo'an thought about his entertainment life.

Bubble female star? He's tired of it, but it's just a hypothetical game with a high degree of realism.

I forgot to mention it...... This is 2024.

are in their thirties, but Fang Moan is still happy to pinch a bunch of Korean female star models that are active in his memory in the game, hoping to be their king there.

And this time, he once again chose to enter the game with Kim Tae-yeon, the captain of Girls' Generation, as the first target of the strategy.

However, Kim Taeyeon's model was slowly made by himself, and it is not a popular model that can be downloaded anywhere on the Internet.

About two minutes later, Fang Mo'an, who successfully started the game, found that the model he had saved "perfect" Kim Taeyeon had become short and ugly, and he didn't know who was destroying it behind his back.

But then, he heard a clear system speech, which was the nine-person version of the Girls' Generation system voice that he specially downloaded, and the character who rotated this time was Xu Xian, the youngest busy in Girls' Generation.

[Did you really decide to give up on Kim Taeyeon? 怑

"Do you need to ask? Of course, without hesitation. ā€

Fang Mo'an happily expressed his confirmation, but the system did not respond, he confirmed and confirmed until a strange crashing sound came.

Backbite......

"Could it be that there is a vicious bug in the game? Also, this kind of boring development game, who will be happy to play, no one will play without money, it's afraid that it will not be able to make ends meet, and no one will deal with it if there is a bug. ā€

Fang Mo'an exhaled and was about to turn off the game, but the next moment, the game magically resumed again, just ......

[This model cannot be deleted, and will soon enter the game area.] 怑

"No, isn't that a waste of my time! Reopen! ā€

Fang Mo'an immediately expressed his idea of reopening the game, but he heard the system ask in Xu Xian's tone:

[Didn't you promise Kim Taeyeon that no matter how old she is or what she becomes, you will love her for the rest of your life and never abandon her! 怑

"That was before! Besides, I'm so persistent, didn't she still not be my wife in the end? ā€

Fang Moan responded annoyedly, thinking of a lot of unpleasant things, in fact, he and Kim Taeyeon and Xu Hyun and many other female stars knew each other in reality, and even dating, but that was before the age of thirty.

It didn't take long for Fang Mo'an to regain his composure, and he laughed at himself dryly:

"Really, why am I so serious about a game, but in reality I don't get any good results, promising this kind of thing, it's just talking."

"Bang!"

With an explosion sound, Fang Mo'an's eyes couldn't see anything in an instant, and his ears couldn't hear any sound, and the surrounding environment gave him the feeling that he was lonely.

I don't know how much time passed, but a clear question finally awakened his confused consciousness, and he realized that the game had not stopped, and was still going on.

[What if, give you another chance? 怑

"What?"

[I said I'll give you another chance.] 怑

"Game again?"

[No, it's reality.] 怑

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After a crackling sound, time went back more than ten years, to 2008, but the specific months and days, Fang Mo'an couldn't figure it out, he only knew that the prompt in his ear was:

[Korean entertainment games have begun, and you have returned to 2008. 怑

"Is this a game or reality?"

[Whether your game has a good ending or a bad ending, it will become a reality and replace the past, I said to give you another chance, even if it is a game, it is only once.] 怑

"What about the reading files? Why didn't I find this feature? ā€

[Do you think there will be this kind of setting that makes you cheat?] 怑

"And what do I have?"

[A clearer choice division, which is commonly known as flag, a.or.b, and perhaps c.or.d.] 怑

"I'm starting to hate the voice of this system now, can I change it?"

[Oh? This voice is Xu Xian's, she is your favorite sister. 怑

"You said that it was once, she and I haven't been in touch with each other for many years, and we are not related by blood, but at that time the relationship was good, so brother and sister were commensurate."

[Then you don't contact Xu Xian, do you really hate her? ] Just because she didn't want to be your sister later, she had to be your lover, causing you and Kim Taeyeon to break up in the end, and a relationship couldn't be over? 怑

"Shut up! I just hate Seo Hyun anyway! ā€

"Brother......

"Why do you call me brother and use that hurt voice, do you think it works for me? I ......"

Fang Mo'an's words stopped, because the voice he heard had changed, it was no longer a processed stereo, but a real human voice with a vibrato.

At the same time, he also found himself in reality, facing a white-painted wall, and as for who was behind him, he didn't have to think that he could know just by listening to the voice.

That's Seo Hyun.

One was only seventeen years old in 2008 and was not yet an adult.

"Xiaoxian?" Fang Mo'an turned his head and smiled, revealing his eight white teeth:

"What I just said was a lie, I just wanted to play a joke on you, how about it? Interesting, isn't it? ā€

"No, that's not a lie."

Xu Xian's sudden tears made Fang Mo'an's smile freeze, and she sobbed, "I'm young, but I'm not stupid. ā€

At this point, Fang Mo'an became frank and said word by word: "Okay, I admit that what I just said came from the bottom of my heart and was true. ā€

"Since when did you start hating me?"

"I don't remember what day it was, but it's about nine years since 2008."

Fang Mo'an replied while thinking about the fierce quarrel that happened between him and Xu Xian on Valentine's Day in 2017.

However, Xu Xian mistakenly thought that Fang Moan was talking about 1999.

"In 1999? We just met then, and you hate me? ā€

"Nope."

Fang Mo'an shook his head and said as clearly as possible: "I mean, this hate, I don't think it will subside in another nine years." ā€

"You're going too far!"

Xu Xian left, she not only let out an angry roar, but also lifted the dancing shoes in her hand, such an excessive reaction is rare in her more than ten years of life.

"It's these shoes."

Fang Mo'an looked at the dancing shoes in his hand and muttered to himself.

He thought, he knew the approximate time.

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Half an hour later, Fang Mo'an relied on his impression of the streets of Seoul in the past, turned around and around, and finally found a short and floppy guy in front of a small pavement.

No, it's not dwarf, it's Kim soft, Kim Taeyeon.

Today, if he remembers correctly, it should be a good day to buy a pair of dancing shoes as a gift and meet Kim Taeyeon again.

"Why is it so late?"

Kim Taeyeon frowned lightly, her delicate little face was slightly unhappy, it seemed that she had been waiting for a long time, and she had a little temper.

"Go get your present."

Fang Mo'an smiled and took out the dancing shoes hidden behind his back.

"How do you know I want this?"

"Asked someone."

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter who she is, you just have to tell me if you like it or not."

"Like~"

Kim Taeyeon responded with a smile, hugged the dancing shoes in her arms, and rubbed them again, looking very happy, but after a while, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face.

Because, this pair of dancing shoes has exceeded the price of her friend's gift in her concept, and it is a little expensive, after all, there are few wealthy trainees, and Fang Mo'an is even more of a category that has no money.

"No, I can't accept such a valuable gift, I ...... I'll give you the money. ā€

Kim Taeyeon took out the money in her pocket, but she didn't get any hindrance, Fang Mo'an just stood there, staring at her blankly, as if she was a highly appreciated painting.

"Why didn't you stop me?"

"Because I know you don't have enough money, after all, I just bought a new mobile phone this month, and the small treasury has shrunk a lot."

"You ......"

Kim Taeyeon's white and tender little face turned red, and she didn't know whether she was ashamed or angry, she rubbed her toes, hesitated for a long time, and finally said with a face:

"I'll ...... next month I'll give it to you no later than next month. ā€

"I didn't give you a gift to be your creditor and let you pay me back for the rest of my life, in fact, seeing you so happy, I don't care about anything."

"How can this work, am I, Kim Tae-yeon, taking advantage of others casually? I'm also a Jeonju ......"

Kim Taeyeon patted her chest, and realized that such an action was too indecent, sorry for her identity as a young girl, and quickly shrunk into a ball again, holding her dancing shoes, only laughing awkwardly there.

"What do you want to say? Say you're the tallest in the state? No one can beat you. ā€

"Not really!"

Kim Taeyeon raised her right hand angrily and wanted to hit someone, but the dancing shoes that suddenly lost half of the support suddenly became crumbling again, so frightened that she hurriedly carried out a rescue operation, hurriedly withdrew her right hand, but her mouth was still more serious:

"I mean singing."

"Oh, the first note of Jeonju Art High School." Fang Mo'an deliberately lengthened his tone, then shook his head and sighed.

"Why, you think I can't reach it." Kim Taeyeon asked with a worried face, like a scared little squirrel limited version who was holding a pine cone but felt that she couldn't save anything.

"No, it's well deserved!"

Fang Mo'an gave a thumbs up, unabashedly his praise, no one knew better than him that Kim Taeyeon was a guy who needed encouragement.

"Cut, don't think I'll listen to you if you say something nice like that."

Kim Taeyeon put on a disdainful expression, but couldn't hide the smile in the corner of her eyes, and said:

"I won't let you pay for these dancing shoes alone, like this...... You give half, I give half. ā€

"Okay, I can't help you, but I've always wanted to ask, why do you like a pair of dancing shoes?"

"It's my secret, I'm not going to tell you."

"Because of a spring dream because of Cinderella?"

"Whew!"