After the evening self-study, Ma Liang didn't go out with Wang Fei and them, returned to the dormitory alone, washed his feet, took out his notebook and was about to continue working, when someone came to look for him.

"Ma Liang, Old Horse"

A tall, lanky man in sportswear came to the door.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Help, install a system!"

Ma Liang said: "You wait, I'll wear shoes." ”

This person is not familiar with Ma Liang, he just chatted and smoked together, and he didn't remember his name, he seems to be a Shanxi person, his family is quite rich, and he is a rich second generation.

The rich second generation walked in and threw him a soft Chinese stick, looked left and right, saw the notebook on the table, and reached out to touch it without much thought.

Ma Liang hurriedly held down the notebook and said with a smile: "Diary, don't touch it!" ”

The rich second generation smiled embarrassedly, took out a lighter to help him light the cigarette, and said, "There are still people writing diaries?" You can do it! ”

Ma Liang put away the notebook and said casually: "A habit developed since childhood." ”

The rich second generation gave a thumbs up.

When I came to dormitory 401 diagonally opposite, as soon as I walked in, it was smoky and smoky, and a bunch of people gathered together, not like playing cards, but like gambling.

Ma Liang fanned the choking smell of smoke and said, "Open the window and smoke the person to death." ”

"Ma Liang is here?"

"Old horse!"

"Ma Liang, do you want to play?"

was all greeting him, and Ma Liang wondered, how could these people know him?

After a perfunctory moment, the window opened, those people continued to play cards, he sat down next to the bed of the rich second generation, the computer desk is the kind placed on the bed, it is very convenient, you can watch it while lying down, you can play while sitting, it is the standard configuration of the school.

The rich second generation gave a box of tool plates and went to watch the game.

There are still many people who can't install this kind of pediatrics in this era, and it will be easier and simpler in the future.

Without Ghost, it is very troublesome to install the disc, first boot the optical drive, then partition and format, and then copy the system files...... If you don't have a foundation, you really can't play it.

Ma Liang let the computer enter the automatic installation state, and also walked over to take a look.

It turned out to be playing with Zakin.

He wasn't interested in any of these things, looked at them for a while, and then went back to his computer desk.

401 is also an eight-person room, there are many people, there are many things added, water dispensers, washing machines, and TVs have also been replaced, and the school one is thrown in the corner behind the door, falling a layer of dust.

This makes it crowded.

The accommodation conditions are really not good, not as good as the average public university.

But there are benefits to private schools, too.

Naturally, students with excellent character and learning will not go to this kind of school, and those who go to this kind of school are middle and lower-class scumbags, and the relationship between scores and appearance is often inversely proportional, so there are more beauties in the school, and the atmosphere of learning is not strong.

The tuition fee is not cheap, the cost of living remains high, and there is no need to come and cannot afford to go to the family with poor family conditions.

Students have money in their hands and love to play, both inside and outside the campus are prosperous in terms of services and goods, and they love to do their business, with more than 20,000 students, driving a large area of economic development.

"Alright, don't worry about it, restart it when the driver is well!"

"Thank you, old horse, come, get a pack of cigarettes to smoke!"

"You're welcome?"

"Is this called politeness? Just a pack of cigarettes, take it! ”

Indeed, it's just a pack of cigarettes.

Ma Liang returned to the dormitory and looked at the pack of cigarettes thoughtfully.

Now he has less than 200 oceans in his body, and he can barely buy four packs.

The cost of food, clothing, housing and transportation is not low, and he has no plans to hold back himself, he still has to buy a computer, and he also needs to solve the problem of renting a house outside.

There are too many secrets, and the dormitory is always inconvenient.

But where does the money come from?

Of course, he didn't bother with money in the old plane, but the new plane was different.

Ma Liang thought for a while, but he still didn't know the point, so he didn't want to, looked at the time, and estimated that Wang Fei and they were coming back soon, so he didn't take out the notebook.

Lie in bed and fall into deep thought.

A mysterious system in a fantasy worldview!

The cornerstone of the edifice is certainly magic.

The setting from scratch and the creation of magic should be the right thing to do, but he always felt that it was inappropriate.

Not to mention whether the energy reserves of the magic pen can support the corrosion of magic on a global scale, there is a very key question - how to define magic power in order to have strong resistance to space-time stabilization?

Magic should be everywhere, large and scattered, full and dense, which is equivalent to adding a new element, then it should be easy to capture and parse for time and space.

Once the magic that is the foundation is parsed and corrected, the edifice of the new system will be fundamentally shaken!

No way!

Ma Liang was having a headache, when he heard a burst of something coming from outside the door, the dormitory door was vigorously pushed open, and Wang Fei, Zhu Ming and others walked in with a smile.

"It's a pity that you didn't go, Lao Ma, a coffee house has just opened next to the seven canteens, there are piano and violin playing, the mood is good, there are a lot of girls, and they are all like flowers!"

"What a girl, it's all a senior sister!"

"What's wrong with the senior sister, the senior can soak the senior sister, so we can't hook up with the senior sister?"

"Hurry up, people are going to work there, and they are naturally beautiful, otherwise how can they attract you to such a stupid lack?"

", dead fat man, who didn't let me come just now, and I still want to refill the cup, damn, a glass of 30, dare to pay for it?"

"Oh, Brother Fei is angry, Brother Fei is angry, the little brother owes for a while, forgetting that you are the God of Wealth of our 404......"

Ma Liang shook his head and lay back again.

Wang Fei and Zhu Ming went to the water room to wash, Song Shibo went to bed and took a novel to read, Bai Xiaoshu hadn't come back yet, and Zhao Yang started to cook porridge on the phone again.

There have been no one with two empty beds, and it is estimated that they will not come in the future.

"Old Song, what are you looking at?" Ma Liang asked Song Shibo, who was on the upper floor.

"Ethereal Journey, bought at the booksstand."

"Isn't it pretty?"

"It's okay, I've read it before, but now the book is scarce and picked up and flipped through."

"I'll take a look."

Song Shibo threw the book over and asked, "You also like to read online novels?" ”

Ma Liang coped casually and opened the book.

A book is a world.

It's a pity that this book is not what he wants, and it can't give him the inspiration he desperately needs.

Stuck on the key link of magic.

Since magic is difficult to define, can it be bypassed?

So what to replace it?

"I said Lao Ma, are you reading a book or flipping a book? Ten lines at a glance! ”

Ma Liang smiled, closed the book, and threw it back to Song Shibo.

"Do you like fantasy?"

"Of course, there are too few good books, and I like blasphemy the most, blasphemy you've read, right?"

Ma Liang recalled the novel he had read - suddenly, the aura appeared!

"Old horse?"

Ma Liang didn't hear it, he remembered a book, which was very suitable for the current difficulties.

No spiritual power, no magic power, no spirituality!?

What is spirituality?

All things are animistic, and spirituality can be the dilution and dimensionality reduction of the "source", and the "source" is the essence of time and space, and it is natural not to be afraid of the analysis and correction of time and space.

Creating space-time shocks to obtain the "source", the magic pen harvests a part, leaves a part, and this part is diluted and becomes spirituality, and then fed back into the new system to support, strengthen and create space-time shocks.

A loop!

Perfect loop!

This new system is the making, absorption, and utilization of spirituality, both at the highest and at the lowest.

Spirituality can also be graded by different ratios of dilution, such as spirituality, legendary spirituality, divinity, and the Origin of Chaos used by the Creator (pseudo).