Chapter 1 of the text volume, sister, I like you very much

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It has been said that since the development of the Internet, everyone has a second identity. Because, when chatting online, no one knows whether they are on the other side of a person or a dog.

Of course, the "dog" is a bit exaggerated, but do you know if it's a man or a woman on the other side? Or is it an adult or a child?

United States. Seattle, WA.

In a small room with cartoon posters plastered all over the walls, a computer console is thriving. The rectangular LCD screen flips frame by frame at a speed that is indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Through the bright light of the computer screen, you can clearly see a cute child sitting in front of the computer.

The child is about 11 years old, with a tender little face and a Donald Duck costume.

The whole person looks very cute.

The cute kid crackled on the keyboard, and when he looked closely, it turned out that he was using Facebook (equivalent to QQ) to chat with the person on the other side of the network.

At this point, there are already several lines of dialogue on the chat window.

"Sister Alice, I like you very much, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Oh no, I've known you for 3 years, and I haven't seen you yet! Every time I ask you where you are from and ask you to send a photo, you get off the hook! ”

"Sister, I didn't mean to, I can't leave."

Nima, this cute child is actually picking up girls? Do you want to be so awesome?

This reason made the other side silent for a long time, and then the Didi sound sounded again, and a sentence replied from the Facebook window:

"Brother Watermelon, can I ask you a question?"

"Sister Alice, you ask!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

As soon as these words came out, the child's cute eyes suddenly disappeared, and the depth began to fill his blue eyes. A contemplation that a child could not have followed, faded into calm, and finally he smiled sinisterly.

It's been 8 years, a full 8 years, and now it's finally enough.

My time is coming!

The cute child tapped on the keyboard again, and a string of text was quickly sent: Sister, tomorrow is your birthday, I want to give you a birthday gift!

The other side of the network was silent again, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the fact that "watermelon" had once again avoided the topic.

One minute, two minutes......

Finally, the other side replied again.

"How do you know my sister's birthday tomorrow? And tomorrow is Sunday, my sister is going to work as a cashier at a convenience store near the school, how can I receive your birthday present? ”

"Hee-hee, it's okay. As long as my sister is still in Leeds tomorrow, I will definitely receive a gift from my brother. Sister, I'll go down first, bye-bye! ”

Deftly closing Facebook and turning off the computer, Ike stood up and walked out of the room.

"Warning, Ike Native, there's only 71 hours left! Warning, there are only 71 hours left! The mysterious metallic electronic sound faded into obscurity......

Ground floor restaurant.

A plate of bread, a glass of milk was already on the table. There was no breakfast for Mom and Dad, as the Williams had already packed their bags and were ready to head out.

Ike tilted his head, his eyes blinking at his parents.

"Ike, Mom and Dad are busy with work today, you can go to school by yourself."

Ike nodded ignorantly, watching the Williams leave.

The huge living room was empty in an instant, and Ike jumped to the table and ate breakfast.

Soft morning light poured in through the window, filling the living room and dressing the eleven-year-old in a pale golden robe.

The child was eating the bread quietly, and his face still had that cute look, as if it had become his daily habit to maintain this look.

The golden morning light, the cute children, what a fairy tale picture.

Suddenly!

Ike's hand holding the bread shook, as if someone was "talking" to him again. Ike quickly put down the bread in his hand, and then closed his eyes.

The sea of consciousness in the brain, the depths of the soul that cannot be reached by modern technology.

A bright and brilliant "ball of light" was blooming, and the light instantly illuminated Ike's sea of consciousness.

Accompanied by these flashes of light, a metallic electronic voice said: "Ike native, I will inform you, there are only 70 hours and 53 minutes left until the deadline we agreed upon!" Are you sure you can succeed this time? ”

"Yes, Cross, I'm sure!"

Cross is the name of the ball of light, which comes from the high-dimensional life form of a high-dimensional universe.

One night in my previous life, when I came home from overtime, a bright meteor fell from the sky and stoned me to death......

Fortunately, he was reborn, reborn in an ordinary family in the United States.

Tragically, this ball of light is bound to his soul.

Because of the reversal of time and space across the universe, the ball of light has been hit hard, and an incomparably large amount of energy is required to recover it.

According to the agreement between the two parties, it will help it collect energy, and it will teach itself to learn scientific and technological knowledge, and the specific scientific and technological content will be determined by the energy.

And this so-called energy is--

Visibility!

What profession is best known? Be a super scientist!

How to become famous? Sensation all over the world!

How to make a splash all over the world? Sister, here's a birthday present!

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Origin of the protagonist's name: The 125th hero of "League of Legends", the time assassin "Ike". Harmony reigns supreme, and you don't dare to be reborn in China, you know.

The age of the protagonist is a small matter, the author sets every 100 votes to be one year long, if the readers vote for 1000 votes today, the author will dare to write 10 years later tomorrow, pop.

Word!

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