"Hey, Huan Shao. We've been trapped in this chaos for almost two weeks, right?"

"Hmm...... Probably. ”

Huan Lingyu was also lying in the chaos, bored to deal with it.

As we all know, when the online text is not updated, or the characters are not called in the text, the characters in the online text are lying in a chaos like this, and they are just waiting to appear, just like the actors waiting for the appearance backstage.

"So, does it mean that this book has not had a role for the two of us in the past two weeks?" Song Xiaocheng felt a little impatient.

"How is that possible? We are the protagonists of this book. ”

"Then what the hell is going on!" Song Xiaocheng jumped up from the chaos, not even hiding his impatience at all.

Huan Lingyu still looked leisurely, and only after a long time did he speak again:

"I think eighty percent of them are the ones who created us outside the dimension, and what happened to them. ”

As Huan Shao's words settled, a familiar feeling came to Song Xiaocheng, and he felt his brain groggy for a moment, as if he had fallen asleep. When the situation came again, he found himself back in his original home, standing on the bright balcony.

All time and space seem to rewind to some original point in time—no corpse tide, no collapsed world, just a quiet morning, and their own quiet and peaceful home.

"This is ......"

"Ah, this is that guy's home. Huan Shao replied, unscrewed the balcony door handle, and walked towards the house.

Song Xiaocheng also noticed that although the layout is exactly the same, the scene from the balcony is completely the same, and most of the furniture and placement are similar, but many details also clearly indicate that this is not actually his own home. For example, the smell of instant noodles and snacks fills the room instead of the delicate aromatherapy that Xiao Yu has carefully created, or the two of them stand in front of the bedroom door with a cartoon futon on the bed.

And lying on the bed was a man he didn't know.

When Song Xiaocheng was wondering, Huan Lingyu had already strode forward and shook off a cartoon quilt covering the man, and the man was awakened suddenly-

"Ah...... what!oh......" The man sat up in shock, but he saw Huan Lingyu's face clearly at a glance, and calmed down again, "It's you......"

With a playful smile, Huan Shaomian reprimanded the man loudly:

"You're so proud! It's already nine o'clock in the morning, don't you get up to code?"

"Hmm...... I slept late last night......" the man muttered from his throat, and lay down again, recovering the quilt with a big yellow dog on it.

Song Xiaocheng was a little confused by the scene in front of him, and secretly guessed several possibilities, but he was not sure about any of them, so he had to gently approach Huan Lingyu.

"Huan Shao, this is ......"

"Ah, this guy is the author of this book. Hey, don't sleep, get up!"

Song Xiaocheng looked at the man in front of him, and couldn't believe that he was such a person who created his own story.

At this time, Huan Lingyu had already rolled the quilt and rolled the man on the bed into the quilt like a pancake. With a burst of exclamations and begging for mercy, the man was pushed to the ground by Huan Shaolian with a quilt. I had to stand up, throw the heavy quilt on the bed in a mess, and look at the two with hazy eyes.

"What the hell is going on, why did you stop changing?" Huan Lingyu asked the man loudly.

The man just rubbed his eyes and picked at the with his fingers, as if he was finally willing to wake up. But he didn't answer a word, just sighed and began to put on his pajamas indiscriminately.

A few minutes later, the man was already sitting at his computer desk in the same mess, dressed in messy home clothes, staring at the text editor open on the screen in a daze.

"Good codewords, old bastard!" Huan Lingyu half-jokingly urged the man, but the man was always indifferent.

"Oh, no......" the man sighed, holding his head, refusing to type even a single letter on the keyboard.

"What the hell is going on? Aren't you very good at it before? Aren't you at least 3,000 a day? Aren't you claiming that as long as you don't die, you won't break the change? Hmm? Is the that you have blown away with the wind like this?" Huan Lingyu stood behind him and taunted the man, and Song Xiaocheng even felt some sympathy.

"No...... Writing requires props. ”

"So you're missing writing props? Do you have no keyboard or mouse? Are your fingers broken? Or are the butt pads on your chair not soft?"

"Neither...... It's one of the most important props. The most important prop! I wouldn't be able to write a word without that!" The man covered his face with his hands, and a sad look appeared between his fingers.

"What the hell is it, tell me, maybe I can help you!"

"yes, dude...... Although it's my first time meeting you. You see, I'm here too, and Huan Shao is also here, maybe we can both help? As long as you can continue to study well!" Song Xiaocheng also came up to help.

"It's a coffee ......"

"What?" the two men asked, both apparently in disbelief.

Originally, I had to drink a cup of super strong black coffee every morning to keep my brain clear!"

"It's just because of this kind of thing that you haven't updated for more than a week?!"

Song Xiaocheng turned his head to look at Huan Lingyu, and Huan Shao was also staring at him. The two looked at each other, and Song Xiaocheng asked, "Coffee...... What exactly is this 'coffee' he is talking about?"

Although he vaguely felt as if he had heard this word somewhere, Song Xiaocheng couldn't remember it for a while.

Huan Lingyu stretched out his hand to take Song Xiaocheng aside, and said softly: "It seems to be a drink from their world." It sounds like it's supposed to be some kind of psychic drink that stimulates his intellect or something......"

"What! this ...... Is it some kind of nerve drug?" Song Xiaocheng asked in disbelief.

"Well, I guess so. Huan Lingyu frowned and said, "But no matter what, we have to help him solve this problem." Otherwise, we may have to stay in chaos forever!"

"I'm going! I don't have the money to buy a ...... for a dead fat house."

Before Song Xiaocheng could speak, Huan Lingyu had already turned around to talk to the man.

"So, uh...... The two of us can help you, but where can we get you coffee?"

"What?" the man looked up blankly, "Oh...... No, I have coffee beans at home, but half a month ago, a friend came to my house to play, and it broke my coffee mill, so ...... So ......"

As he spoke, the man bit his lip as if he had remembered some great sad past, as if his emotions were about to get out of control at any moment. Then he began to say something like I'm sorry for Huan Shao, I'm sorry for Song Xiaocheng, and I'm sorry for the readers' grandfathers.

"Okay, okay, you calm down first. So, where on earth can you get a 'coffee mill'?"

Coffee grinding. According to Song Xiaocheng's understanding, if this so-called "coffee" is a nerve drug, then this "coffee mill" is a necessary tool for smoking this drug. Needless to say, it must be expensive......

"I guess you can buy one online. Alas, I've always wanted an espresso machine to come......"

"What?" Suddenly, a certain noun said by the man seemed to stir up one of Song Xiaocheng's memories, "Steam coffee machine?!"

All of a sudden, he remembered!

On that day, when Zeng Yi mistakenly gave him the car, he seemed to have said that there was such a device as an "automatic espresso machine" in the car.

"Hey, Huan Shao!" Song Xiaocheng gently tugged at the corner of the other clothes, and made a quiet look, Huan Lingyu came over, "I probably know where I can help him get that thing!"

"Where?"

"In the car, I drove to your house, and it looks like there's an espresso machine!"

"But how are you going to go back and get it? If he doesn't update, we won't be able to go back to our world!"

"But if we don't go back to our world, I won't be able to get him an espresso machine, and without a coffee machine, he won't be able to continue to update, and we won't be able to go back to our world......

The more Song Xiaocheng spoke, the more angry he became, it seemed that the whole thing had completely fallen into a dead loop, and even Huan Lingyu, who had always been calm and composed, showed a little depressed expression. The two men in the corner fell silent with each other, leaving only the man sitting at the computer desk, continuing to think about it.

“...... I'm really sorry that there has been no update for so many days. Because when my mind is not clear, I write stories in a mess...... You see, I've accidentally messed up your world, and I can't risk making even more mess up the back!" The man's voice gradually became firmer, from the crying and chirping self-talk at the beginning to the tone like the dubbed version of the hot-blooded anime character, "But please rest assured!I've spent a lot of money online to buy a hand-cranked coffee grinder, and it will arrive tomorrow at the earliest!So as soon as tomorrow, I can continue to update! Huan Shao, Xiaocheng, and all the readers! I'll definitely keep updating this book!"