Room.

The sunlight shines through the windowsill and gently falls on the young man at the table, illuminating the dark room. The young man's slender fingers suddenly moved, slowly curling up, and then, his long and suspicious eyelashes fluttered twice.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes suddenly, looking a little dazed, and stretched out his hand to clench slowly and stiffly in the sunlight, as if grasping a large piece of warm hope.

Then he slapped himself twice in the face.

The slap was crisp and loud.

Damn, it hurts!

The boy's hair was messy, of different lengths, and hung scattered over his shoulders. The white shirt was splashed with a few drops of ink, but the whole person looked wild and lazy.

"Funny ......"

"Cutting corners has actually saved to such a point, and Qiansan is also picking no one......"

A low, hoarse but magnetic voice echoed quietly through the room, and the boy sat in his chair, looking boredly at the glowing computer screen, which also contained the long comments he had written earlier about the author of the complaint.

This person is Meng Shujun.

According to common sense, he has been dead for more than ten days, and the corpse should have rotted so much that flies were spinning. But the hell side kept his body from decaying, and his soul returned to the earth and returned to the earth. After all, you still have to fill the hole you dig yourself.

His eyes rolled slightly, and he looked at the hot computer without saying a word, and the long comment on the screen always represented his heart. Gay or something, hehe!

"Welcome back to the human world, please accept the mission!"

The cheerful and cheerful voice of the system sounded suddenly.

Meng Shujun's eyelids jumped, rubbed his nose, let out a long sigh, and said in a low voice: "Ancestor, I know, can you stop arguing?" I've just returned to the world, how about you let me get used to it? Jet lag is always going to fall, right? What's more, I have an extremely important thing to do right now......"

System:......

What if your own host is always deceiving itself?

The world suddenly became quiet, and the system really didn't make any more trouble! Meng Shujun was amazed, typed twice on the keyboard, and sent out the dashing 3,000-word long article. However, because the computer has not been turned off for a long time and no one is operating, the response is relatively slow, and the small circle in the center of the screen keeps turning and turning, but it always does not end.

Meng Shujun was not in a hurry, put his hands on the back of his neck, leaned back, and said with a smile: "The business is done!" Now let the old man sleep well, and when the old man wakes up, he will listen to you to carry out the task, okay? ”

System: Can I say no?

"Welcome back to the human world, please accept the mission!"

This sound resounded in the sky, like thunder, more than dozens of times louder than the last time, and it was so harsh!

Meng Shujun pressed his temples with a headache, and subconsciously began to complain: ", do you want Lao Tzu to cut a few more knives on his arm?" I tell you, if I die, you die! Die to die together! ”

At this moment, the computer screen, which had been lit all the time, suddenly went out.

Meng Shujun: ......

That long review is still being sent......

Meaning, the sending failed......

The special 3,000 words are gone......

Meng Shujun fell to the ground all of a sudden, looking up at the ceiling without love, there were fine dust floating in the air, shining in the sunlight, melodiously sprinkled in the air, refracting colorful rays.

However, no matter how poetic the scenery was, Meng Shujun could still let out a painful howl: "Heavens! O earth! Peppa Pig! ”

Don't you just fucking want to complain about the author of Tanmei? The result of complaining before died, and now what kind of trouble is it to complain and cut off the power? What the does this mean, it's just not allowed to scold, isn't it!