Knowing Wen Ziying's class from Yan Wei, Xia Yu didn't immediately come to the door.

He came to the door with his front foot, and the body of the other party with his back foot was borrowed or something, which was too obvious.

After school, he stood in the corridor outside Wen Ziying's class, pretending to be someone else.

Just glance at it from a distance and you can start the game without having to get close at all.

Wen Ziying came out a little late, and the girls who walked around Xia Yu looked at Xia Yu and whispered, which made Xia Yu a little awkward.

Originally, he had some fame in school, but later because of the cultural festival, there was a wave of limelight, and this time he went all the way to the musical instrument competition, and he has become the most famous person in the school.

If Yan Wei hadn't deliberately revealed that he had a girlfriend, his life would not have been as peaceful as it is now.

That's it, the girls are still ready to move, and a few bold ones even came forward to greet him and tried to talk.

Xia Yu perfunctory.

Ten minutes after the school bell, Wen Ziying finally came out of the classroom.

It was a sleek and mature girl, with a hint of nobility and coldness.

She has a good-looking face. When she debuted in her sophomore year of high school, the novel she wrote was actually relatively immature, and it became a bestseller because of the name of the most beautiful writer in the district operated by the publishing house.

At that time, the publishing house showed her photos as merchandise, which greatly boosted sales.

Later, her writing skills improved dramatically, and she no longer needed such operations.

When Xia Yu discovered Wen Ziying, Wen Ziying also discovered Xia Yu. The girls walking around Xia Yu were all looking at him, very obviously.

This is the one who plays the piano?

Of course, Wen Ziying also knew Xia Yu, and she had a few words with Xia Yu in the literary club before.

Want to say hello?

Forget it, it looks like he doesn't have a shortage of women to greet him.

Walking calmly in front of Xia Yu, Wen Ziying suddenly felt a flower in front of her.

What's the situation?

Wen Ziying wanted to stop to make sure there was anything wrong with her body, but her body didn't stop.

What happened!

The girl panicked, and she opened her mouth for help, but the voice only echoed in her head.

Xia Yu heard the girl's shout, he didn't answer, there were others next to him.

Coming to a remote place, he opened his mouth: "Don't scream, it's me." ”

didn't expect that her body would not only walk by itself, but also talk by itself, Wen Ziying was taken aback.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I said it was me."

"Do you think you're committing a wire fraud? Am I going to cooperate and say, 'Oh, oh, it's you'? ”

This girl is very good at complaining.

"I'm the future you, and I've come here to have important things to do." Xia Yu felt that Wen Ziying was not an alien who would believe, so he changed his words.

Wen Ziying couldn't be sure if what Xia Yu said was true, so she followed Xia Yu's words and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Confidentiality."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, I'll leave when I've achieved my goal. Now tell me where your home is? ”

"Aren't you the future me? Don't know where my home is? Wen Ziying asked in a mocking tone.

"I'm you seventy years later, and when you're ninety years old, you can remember where you lived when you were twenty?" Xia Yu said unhurriedly.

"I'm seventeen!" Wen Ziying corrected.

"Okay, okay, seventeen."

Xia Yu asked again, and under the guidance of the girl, he came to Wen Ziying's house.

It was an ordinary commercial house.

Entering the house and coming to the bedroom, Xia Yu first called up the bonus panel and took a look.

[Language Bonus Lv1, Inspiration Bonus Lv1, Screenwriting Bonus Lv1]

There is no bonus to writing!

After a closer look, the doubts in Xia Yu's heart disappeared.

Fiction writing is telling a story, and screenwriting is also telling a story, and with the addition of linguistic talent, it is not difficult to become a best-selling author.

Writing is also a type of language.

At the same time, Chinese is a language, and English is also a language, and with this, he will be able to master other languages.

He turned his gaze to the last bonus.

Inspiration, I should say, is creative inspiration, which is used not only in the creation of stories, but also in the creation of paintings and music.

However, Xia Yu is not currently planning to create anything, and it has no effect for the time being.

"What are you going to do?" Wen Ziying asked Xia Yu again.

"Learn a foreign language." Xia Yu replied.

"You're dreaming!" Wen Ziying's reaction was fierce.

“…… I'm talking literally. Xia Yu explained.

Wen Ziying didn't answer Xia Yu immediately, this kind of self-inflicted sentimentality would be very embarrassing no matter who it happened to.

"Where do I start?" Xia Yu gave the girl a step.

"So, from the future, you forgot your English?" Wen Ziying debunked Xia Yu's lies.

Sighing, Xia Yu said, "Forget it, I'll tell you." Fifty years later, a group of monsters crawled out of the caverns and took over the globe, erasing all human language memories, leaving humans unable to communicate and organize against them. ”

"I'm here to reproduce the language of the human race and organize the human race to overthrow the rule of the monsters." Xia Yu was very happy.

"Do you think I believe it?" Wen Ziying asked.

"So you used to believe that your body would be controlled by someone else?" Xia Yu asked rhetorically.

The girl didn't answer, she skipped the topic and went straight to teaching.

Hang up all the nineteen experience cards, even if the language is difficult, Xia Yu can learn quickly.

Eight hours passed, and when he returned to his body, his language skills had reached lv3.

At this level, living in the second district is no longer a problem.

As long as one aspect of the game's skills reaches the upgrade conditions, the rest will also be upgraded to the corresponding level.

The language of lv3, in addition to other regional languages such as English, French, and Russian, also gave Xia Yu the ability to grasp words.

For example, when I saw the sea before, I could only exclaim with onomatopoeia, but now, I can use some figures of metaphor to depict it.

This ability is of little use unless you are writing a word.

Importantly, the problem of foreign languages has finally been solved.

Pointing out the column, Xia Yu deleted Wen Ziying, thinking that there would be a few days before An Siyao could be added.

Today is late at night on the 19th, and in ten minutes it will be the 20th, and the 26th will be the time for the third game, and there are still six days left.

Six days later, you will be able to see An Siyao.

The slot has been vacated for An Siyao, but Xia Yu's heart has not yet come up with an answer.

Forget it, let it be, first set a small goal of 3 billion monthly flows, so that you can afford to raise it if you want to.

Lying on the bed, Xia Yu fell asleep.

After the sun rose, he went downstairs and bought a copy of the Arctic Daily, which did not have a missing person notice looking for Akalin, and there was nothing wrong with An Siyao.

He arrived at the white cat with peace of mind.