This is in a dream.

He knew it in his heart, but he couldn't break free.

- because he saw that the championship of the Jedi League in the first season was being lifted by the people of Xingyue with joy.

- because he saw that there was no such girl next to the boy who looked like him in the audience.

The champion is not King's.

The little monster has never been here.

He frowned, trying to turn away, but was held apart by an unknown force that prevented him from taking a step.

He had no choice but to stay here.

looked at Yi Muyun who was smiling, looked at his frustrated self, and watched the big screen repeat the game of Xingyue's narrow victory over King again and again.

Narrowly won.

He unconsciously stared at the crazy game—in which he was like crazy, exerting all his strength, exploding hand speed and micro-manipulation that even the pros couldn't achieve, saving a team lineup that was on the verge of breaking.

It's useless.

The thought arose inexplicably in his heart.

Because he's still the same person he used to be.

Sure enough, in the end, even if the attack was swift, he was like an unstoppable fireball that crashed into the lake belonging to Xingyue and extinguished all the flames on his body.

Lose.

However, the next moment, before he could react, the picture in front of him changed abruptly.

It's exactly the same as in reality.

He stood on the playing field.

Cheers, screams, congratulations, congratulations all belong to King.

He looked at Yi Muyun, who was barely smiling politely not far away, watched his comrades in arms hugging each other with fists, watched Mu Lifeng running from a distance with a smile and patting him on the back vigorously, and then pulled up the little fat man on the side, praising something.

Hu Yishui?

He was slightly stunned, Hu Yishui was not the sixth person in the finals, how could he stand here so quickly? Did he come from backstage?

He thought about it, but his heart was inexplicably flustered.

No, where is the little monster?

He looked around, his brows furrowing more and more, but he didn't see the familiar figure.

He suddenly felt that the noise was so harsh.

Obviously nothing has changed, all the people are there, speaking, moving, and tone are exactly the same as in memory, why is the little monster missing?

He struggled to find it.

But suddenly.

The eyes lit up.

He woke up.

It turned out to be a dream......

The young man sighed but curled his lips slightly, and the thin sweat was gently swept by the cool wind, calming his slightly flustered heart in the dream.

When he got up, washed, and went downstairs, he smiled when he saw the supper and drinks that had not been removed from last night's game when he came back from the game to celebrate, as well as his teammates who were staggering on the sofa.

Yesterday's Grand Final was still being replayed on the computer, and the host's congratulations were ringing right now — and the next thing was for them to lift the trophy.

He walked over with a light smile on his brow and wanted to pause the video.

However, his expression changed, and the hand holding the mouse was clenched tightly.

- Because there is no peace and tranquility in the video at all!

……

The little monster is gone.

She was nowhere to be found, not in all memories.

Looking at the bewildered appearance of everyone, panic, anger, and despair about to collapse swept over him.

Even when he called Yi Muyun, the other party was slightly stunned and gently said that he didn't know An Ningning, and once again smiled and congratulated them on King's victory, joking that they would grow into more difficult opponents in next year's competition, and King should be careful.

He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled coldly and asked him to try, and after hanging up the phone, he continued to be preoccupied.

Even her favorite Yi Muyun forgot about it......

Remembering that last night when he pretended to hold her hand inadvertently, the girl's slightly surprised and round eyes.

In the light, with all the attention, she looked at him as if he were the only one in the world.

Perhaps, he is indeed the only one in the world of little monsters.

She came for him......

He is the only one in the world who remembers her......

It's like a drunken nap on a summer afternoon.

In the dream, she came.

Wake up from the dream, she is gone.

……

When An Ningning was once again surrounded by the blue space, she suddenly found that the system that she hadn't seen for a long time was floating in its own small hot spring, not as much pomp as usual, and she just waved her little hand lazily, "Oh, you're back." ”

"I guess I said that."

She angrily found a place to sit down, "How's it going?" Have you found the meaning of your barrel? ”

The barrel pouted and wanted to speak.

"Okay." An Ningning slumped her face, "You don't have to say that I already know." ”

"Didn't find it, did it?"

"What about the next world? Are you going to follow me in the next world? ”

She crossed her arms around her chest and looked at it coldly.

"I guess it won't work......" the barrel sighed weakly.

"You already have 300,000 words, ah no, the three worlds haven't come out, I've never seen a fast-wearing system so unreliable, are you worthy of the fans who call for you? Are you worthy of your playback weight? Does your conscience really not hurt? ”

Barrel wooden face: "I don't have that useless thing......"

“……”

"You did a good job in your last mission, you chose the side you wanted to choose the most, and finally completed the mission objective. For that arena, Yi Muyun had real opponents and friends, and the same was true for Suning, who completely justified themselves. "It's getting business.

"I won't deliberately belittle and let everyone really live their best self - girl, you're really a good scumbag."

"......" An Ning paused, probably didn't expect the turn to be so fast, and immediately pretended to be shy and covered his face, "Oh, I hate it, there are many people who are better than me." ”

"......," said the barrel, "I haven't finished speaking, but I mainly want to say why you became an author, do you remember why?" ”

"Are you going to talk to me about what it means to be an author?" Familiar with the routine, she immediately asked sensitively.

"No, I'm just asking."

The tone of the barrel was calm and unwavering.

"What's the reason for that...... she muttered, "didn't you just keep your hands in check for a while, and finally put them on the keyboard and typed out the words." ”

The barrel didn't speak, but looked at her a little incomprehensibly, "So you really can't remember." ”

"Can't remember anything?" She asked in confusion.

"This time I went out and stumbled upon other systems, and they said they used to know about you."

"Know me?" An Ning Ning was even more puzzled, "But I've never encountered a second system other than you." Could it be that the world is already famous for these tasks I do? ”

At the end, she raised her voice with a look of delight.

"Stop dreaming, girl." The barrel mercilessly dismissed her self-praise, "Everything at this level of this system, including the host, your information and tasks, those low-level systems simply can't know. ”

"But those systems say ......"

"Yes, they say they know you." Barrel grimaced, "Either you've lost a memory, or they're not talking to someone at all." ”

"I'm here to ask about you, since you don't know, you don't have to worry about this matter - I'll help you ask by the way while continuing to find the meaning of my barrel~"

"You've done the job well~" It waved its hand and went to rest in its own little space completely.

And An Ningning, who just came back and saw that he was about to leave again: ......

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