You Fang?

Did she think so too? Lin Fan looked at it with some sadness.

Turn around Zhonghai Entertainment Network: According to the latest news, the online god of the year was not only a physical eunuch, but also an online eunuch.

He opened a trumpet named Nannong and wrote two books, both of which were eunuchs.

Turn it off indifferently and click on the UI network with the most comments.

His news covered eighty percent of the pages.

Click on the video in the center.

It was the content of Li Yan's interview, but this time it was too much to edit the picture, because Lin Fan's various depravities caused Lin's father and Lin mother to vomit blood, and the final shot was frozen in his dirty room where a lazy man was lying there waiting to die.

Later, it was rumored that his sister couldn't marry because he was old, and netizens were angry.

The comment that was topped to the front reads:

Shanglian: I didn't graduate after nine years of studying for a doctorate, my parents were so angry that I vomited blood, and my little sister couldn't get married.

Downlink: Life is thirty is a virgin, his girlfriend says he is a eunuch, and his friends call him stupid.

Side-by-side: It's better to die! ”

With more than 100,000 likes, it can be seen that everyone despises him very much.

The second comment: How can this kind of person not die, waste food while alive, and feed a party of water and soil when he dies.

The third comment: Dou Po Sky has been torn by me, and the rats love rice, and I swear never to sing again!

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The scariest part is a video interview at the bottom.

During the interview, a reporter deliberately asked a little girl, have you ever liked the male god Lin Fan back then. The little girl immediately said with a tiger face: "Ah, his kind of person can also be called a male god?" I never read his books or listen to his songs. ”

Countless netizens began to denounce such a waste, and they posted messages at USTC, hoping that HKUST would expel such students. The Department of Literature of the University of Science and Technology of China also held an emergency meeting, Lin Fan's doctoral supervisor was sweating profusely, he specially recruited Lin Fan back then, and now he is going to send it out from his hands, a stain on his life.

After Lin Fan calmly answered the call from the doctoral supervisor, he continued to look at the scrolling abuse on the screen.

A top celebrity anchor in the bullfighting live broadcast room was insulting Lin Fan with the wind, and also made up a song.

"Ahhh

The voice turned: "Hearing your voice, I have a special feeling, like, just like that eunuch loves the palace maid."

The headlines of the thousand-degree largest post bar Li Hu bar:

1 post: "Live broadcast to the forest animal house to brush skeletons, ask for likes!" ”

2 stickers: "About Lin's Ten Deadly Sins"

Click on.

One sin: the stomach of hundreds of girls in high school is not responsible.

Two deadly sins: the death of a eunuch.

Three sins: deceiving the mayor's daughter.

Four crimes: raped 48 female students during college, and each of them paid hush money.

Five deadly sins: killing a family of four.

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I really can't stand it, and the last sin is that he didn't pay for the goddess at the level of ten aunts in Shangjing.

Entertainment News Network: Miss Jiang Zifeng said that she was the unspoken rule of edamame back then.

Negative news on the whole network followed, and in one day, Lin Fan was surprisingly calm, while Lin Xiaoli was crying and calling Jiangzhou TV.

The other side said that it was no longer possible to prove Lin Fan's innocence.

Trolls have taken over the globe.

Lin Xiaoli regretted it and walked into Lin Fan's room full of guilt.

"Mom and Dad already know, right?" Lin Fan said softly.

"Well, brother, I'm sorry, me."

"It's okay, I don't blame you, brother wants to thank you, it was you who made my brother see the world clearly." Lin Fan smiled, he smiled happily, and Lin Xiaoli was stunned at this moment.

Lin Fan's eyes will not be wrong, and the eyes full of light are back.

"Brother, are you alright?" Xiaoli said uncertainly.

"It's okay, you go get busy." Lin Fan waved his hand.

He looked out the window alone, the county town's home was located on a commercial street, and the colorful lights outside shone on his face. Suddenly, a group of people carrying painting paints came from below, and threw them towards the door of their house, and Daddy accidentally fell down when he chased them.

The little sister hurriedly went over to help her, and scolded angrily at the group of bastards who were laughing not far away.

Lin Fan suddenly understood a lot, love gave him the strength to support ten years of pain, and the violence of netizens and the incomprehension of everyone toppled that pillar.

Thirty years ago, after Lin Fan was born in this world, he lived happily for the first twenty years. Because of the parallel universe, he relied on the memory of another life to write "Breaking the Sky" and "Mice Love Rice" and once became the person of the year.

Countless fans fell for it, but he has always been cautious, adhered to his heart, and did not do the kind of behavior of sleeping fans.

Although the prodigal son of the flowers, it is definitely not what it is uploaded on the Internet.

According to the prediction of bookworms, his life is like an entertainment, and he will eventually occupy the entertainment throne of this world. But reality hit him with a huge blow.

It was not only his soul that accompanied him to this world, but also an electronic sound called the Doomsday Manufacturing System that melted into his mind.

Someone might be excited, but he didn't, and he would rather not have this system.

Doomsday manufacturing system.

Bound to the host for life, inseparable and inseparable.

Ultimate Mission: Destroy the world.

Refuse the task: Don't lift before the age of 20, not only don't lift after the age of 20, kill Matt's style, crash the exam, convulsions all over the body for ten minutes at 12 o'clock every night, and the business will fail.

It is this curse that Lin Fan has achieved nothing after the age of twenty, he has not graduated from his doctoral studies for nine years, he is still a eunuch in writing books, and his whole body is limited, especially because he can't love and lose his girlfriend, which makes him physically and mentally exhausted.

It's been almost thirty years, and he doesn't know how he survived.

Now, it is the netizens and trolls of this world who give him the power to destroy the world.

Yes, I can't bear it.

"Ding, do you want to detect the selection needs in the host's mind and decide to use the Doomsday Manufacturing System?" An electronic sound sounded mechanically in Lin Fan's mind.

"Use."

"Ding, the Doomsday Maker system is on."

A curtain of light that only Lin Fan could see appeared in front of him.

The system interface is very simple, with only two options.

Quest/character attributes.

Click on the task:

1. In the first stage of the Doomsday Creation Mission, 10,000 people were infected with the DAD virus within a month, and the mission failed to wipe out the host.

2. Auxiliary props: one DAD virus test tube.

3. Task reward: The host is immune to the DAD virus and improves the physical fitness of the host. To a certain extent, it can affect the behavior of people with the virus.

The short three lines of words made Lin Fan silent, which is why he chose to endure the pain alone for so many years, because this world is so beautiful, but there are always people who force him to see the ugliness of the world.

Destruction is not necessarily a new birth.

He comforted himself as he could feel a dark red test tube lying in a three-meter-square-meter storage space outside of his body. As soon as my mind moved, the thing appeared in my hand. If you move again, you'll be back in that space.

Lin Fan stood in the bathroom, watching his brother, who had not moved for thirty years, start to swing his tail, he clenched his fists, and the water droplets on his face covered the injured eyes.

He whispered, "You forced me!" ”

At night, at twelve o'clock, Lin Fan, who was habitually curled up in his body, slowly relaxed.

Ten years of convulsions did not come, and he ushered in a new life of his own.