New Town, rainy night, in an old rental house.

Due to the approaching typhoon, it has been raining for several days in Xincheng.

And Jiang Fan's mood was as depressed as this rainy day. He opened his eyes and stared at the dilapidated and cracked ceiling in front of him, a helpless wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe that's fate." Jiang Fan muttered in a low voice, and the bitter smile on his face turned into helpless despair.

He always listened to others in this world.

Some people are born noble, some are lucky, or they have both ability and political integrity. Becoming the upper echelon of the human ladder is basically doomed from the moment of birth!

And more people are bland, even poor and spend their lives.

Jiang Fan is such a plain, ordinary junior high school student, and the problem he faces at the moment is the same as the problem encountered by most otaku, he is out of love.

Or to be more precise, from the moment he confessed, he was ruthlessly rejected by the other party, and he didn't even bother to issue a good person card.

"Huh, like me? I'm sorry, I can't bear it without good looks, but I can't bear it without money, not to mention that your grades are so poor. Ban Hua, who was confessed by Jiang Fan, said.

Although the confession failed, Jiang Fan also knew that he was not handsome, and he could neither rely on his face nor his family background. You can only improve your grades and get into a first-class university.

As a result, the disaster was not a one-way street, I don't know who told Wu Zhichao, the rich second generation of the class, who also pursued the class flower, about his confession, but Wu Zhichao found a group of students and beat Jiang Fan hard.

They shot very hard, Jiang Fan was injured, and later the wound infection even caused a high fever, so Jiang Fan couldn't even take the most important exam yesterday.

Call......

A cold wind mixed with rain blew in from the window, making Jiang Fan, who was already in a high fever, shiver.

It's time for me to accept my fate in the face of reality. Don't struggle uselessly.

Ding dong!

Jiang Fan was thinking about it when he heard a doorbell ringing.

"Who is it? Come to me at this time? Jiang Fan has very few friends, and for the convenience of part-time work, he came out to rent this house, and he didn't tell others the address here.

Jiang Fan endured his dizziness, got up and came to the door, and opened the door.

There was no one outside the door, not even a passing figure in sight.

"Who's playing a prank!" Jiang Fan was a little angry, he was about to give a loud warning, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw a courier on the ground in front of the door.

"Huh? Whose courier was thrown in front of my door? ”

Jiang Fan can now be said to be empty, WeChat, Alipay, credit cards, and wallets are all empty, and he has no money to shop online.

So he subconsciously picked up the courier and wanted to see which courier company was so irresponsible.

As a result, this express delivery did not have the mark of the courier company, not only that, but also the sender, contact information, etc.

There are only three simple words, Jiang Fan collects.

What age is this, how can there be such an unprofessional courier, and he doesn't even have his own address and phone number, how did he find here?

Although Jiang Fan is strange, his name is written on it, and there is no reason why he should not take it back and take a look.

So Jiang Fan took the courier and sat back on his bed.

The express delivery is not big, that is, a small rectangular cardboard box, but it is wrapped firmly, as if it is tied with five flowers.

Jiang Fan was already weak, and it took a lot of effort to disassemble the express, different from the excitement of opening the express in the past, this time it was more nervous and a little scared.

He often reads online novels, and sees that some readers want to urge them to change and threaten to send all kinds of things to the author, so it's not like there's anything bad here, but he's not an online novel author, so he should be too worried.

With apprehension, Jiang Fan slowly opened the box......

I saw a matte, black ...... The phone appeared in front of him.

Jiang Fan rubbed his eyes, it turned out to be a mobile phone, this is a high-end product for him, his own red rice, which has been used for several years, has long been stuck.

So Jiang Fan happily picked up his mobile phone, looked left and left. Suddenly, he found that there was no brand mark on the entire mobile phone, only a pattern that seemed to be hieroglyphs on the back.

He can be sure that this is not the logo of any mobile phone manufacturer on the market. So I checked it carefully, full screen, one button on the left, two buttons on the right, and a main button below, exactly the same as most smart phones on the market.

Could it be that the new mobile phone brand has an experience activity, but they are looking for the wrong object, even if the mobile phone is good, it is a white experience, and he has no money to buy it.

With doubts, Jiang Fan pressed the on/off button on the left side of the phone.

The black screen lit up, and a row of words appeared.

"Please enter your phone password!"

"Fack! The phone that was just delivered, the ghost knows what the boot password is! When Jiang Fan saw this row, he wanted to scold his mother directly, and he was excited, and turned around to get a boot password, didn't this make Lao Tzubai happy! God is here to tease me?

Jiang Fan was already in a bad mood, so he raised his mobile phone in a fit of anger at the moment and fell to the ground hard.

Syllable!

I only heard a crisp sound, and the floor was smashed out of a hole, but the phone was not damaged at all, and what was even more surprising was that the phone was unlocked?

"Wouldn't it? This mobile phone is looking for a cruel model, and it was dropped when it was turned on? ”

Jiang Fan picked up the mobile phone again and checked it, this time he understood, there was a fingerprint recognition button under the mobile phone, and when he was falling just now, his fingerprint happened to touch the button.

"What's the situation? When did this phone record my fingerprints? ”

I didn't have time to figure out what the situation was, now that the phone was turned on, Jiang Fan slid up on the screen, and there was no other APP in the phone except for the basic software, which was really the legendary bare metal.

When he slid to the second page, an app called "Mortal God Refining" appeared in the middle of the page, and only one of them appeared in the entire page.

What is the mortal refining god, I only know the legend of mortal cultivation of immortals. It seems to be a new copycat mobile game.

Jiang Fan directly chose to uninstall.

As a result, a dialog box pops up on the screen:

Are you happy with your current situation?

Do you want to change your destiny?

Do you want to make your dreams come true?

The last sentence is even more, do you want to be a god?

There are two more options below, Yes, or, and no.

"Spicy chicken, it must be a virus, but this trick that attracts people to click is too fake, and a fool will be fooled to order it."

Jiang Fan regretted it after speaking, because he had already clicked in involuntarily.

"Alas, it's all because those questions are too tempting, and they can be described as heart-wrenching."

Jiang Fan muttered, waiting for the program to start.