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Zheng Guo stopped what he was doing and breathed a sigh of relief, turned his seat to face the window, and looked into the distance, and his sore-sore eyes were immediately relieved.

His stomach was full of coffee, and the fire was blazing.

The warm night breeze blew in from outside, which lifted his spirits.

Every year at the turn of winter and spring, there will always be a little bit of excitement for people, even in this busy magic city day and night.

At this time of every year, Zheng Guo felt that something would change that would happen, and he was full of expectations, but what he was looking forward to never appeared, and the days were still repeating endlessly.

"It's a life." He rubbed his shoulders and muttered.

An inconspicuous beam of light fell from the sky, inconspicuous in this colorful city, but Zheng Guo saw it, because the white light was rushing straight towards him, and before he could react, it stopped in front of him through the window.

When I stopped, I saw that it was a white and chubby "bun".

Zheng Guo was not too surprised, with today's level of technology, it is not difficult to make such a robot, and the hospital is equipped with a similar intelligent assistant to scan the patient's body and simply analyze the lesion.

But the one in the hospital is spherical, and the shape in front of me is a little strange: the lower end is round and full, gradually tightening up, and the top is a pointed - like a meat bun.

Zheng Guo hadn't eaten yet, and when he saw this thing, he was even hungrier, and people were easily annoyed when they were hungry, so he rolled up a stack of A4 paper and waved it vigorously.

"Go!"

The bun nimbly dodged away, and the camera hole on the surface suddenly emitted a white light, shooting straight at his head.

There was a loud bang in his head, and he only felt a burst of hot sensation, as if a red-hot wire had reached into his head, and he could even hear the "hissing" sound made when the wire made contact with his brain.

Zheng Guo suddenly lay on the table, and when he woke up, it was already the second half of the night, and even this sleepless city was silent for a few minutes.

"What's going on?" His eyes widened, a little dazed. "Are you asleep?"

"Hello host."

The bun suddenly flashed into view, and he suddenly remembered what had just happened, and his body was agitated, and he bounced up from his chair, crossing his arms in a defensive stance.

"When we first met, I was the intelligent assistant robot T-131, and I came from another world." The bun is clear and sounds magnetic.

Zheng Guo listened to him introduce himself, but his brain couldn't turn around.

According to it, it traveled to this world during an experimental accident, and according to protocol, it must find a host and store a copy of the intelligent system in the host's brain, or it will self-destruct within twenty-four hours.

Rogue software. Zheng Guo subconsciously popped up a noun in his mind, and immediately felt very bad. What kind of Rausch subsystem in the brain, just kidding.

"A 'qigong' memory has been detected in the host's body, which can be activated for free." As he spoke, two option buttons, "Yes" and "No", appeared on the panel.

Zheng Guo was stunned: This is a bit of a god. He did learn qigong from his grandfather for a period of time when he was a child, but because he was playful and impatient, he gave up halfway, and now he is not even a half-hanger.

He hesitated to choose "yes".

The bun emitted a white light again, scanning him twice from head to toe and from foot to head.

Zheng Guo only felt that his brain was swollen and hot, as if a door had been opened in a hole, and there was a hearty feeling.

Then, there seemed to be a warm current flowing down from the back of the neck and spine, spreading all over the limbs. The muscles of the body continued to beat under this current of heat, as if they had come to life.

Eventually, the airflow gradually retracted, deposited in the lower abdomen, and condensed into a ball, warm and comfortable.

"'Qigong' has been activated, current level: LV1." Baozi gave him a few seconds to digest, and then said, "Complete the achievement 'One Skill' and get a lottery ticket, will you draw the lottery immediately?" ”

Basic information is displayed on the system panel.

The number of tickets is recorded in the upper left corner: 0 ordinary tickets and 1 raffle ticket.

The following are the three categories of "Survival Skills", "Martial Arts" and "Special Categories", and at this time, only one item in the Martial Arts column is "Qigong LV1".

Zheng Guo thought that he was relatively receptive, but at this time he had to stop and sort out his thoughts.

The first thing to determine is whether this is real or fake, and whether this intelligent robot is a black technology or a pseudo technology made to play tricks on people.

He closed his eyes, sensed the strange heat in his body, touched a 2B pencil on the table, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it, and the heat in his abdomen turned out to churn and instantly injected into the meridians of his right arm.

Zheng Guo's mind was spinning, and he threw the pencil in his hand out.

Hearing only a muffled sound, he opened his eyes and stared at them in a daze for a moment, his eyes gradually revealing ecstasy.

The pencil was inserted into the partition on the side, leaving only a butt exposed.

It's not bad, this is indeed qigong, Chinese national art! And the heat flow in the abdomen is undoubtedly the legendary internal breath, according to the explanation of modern science, that is, the special energy generated by stimulating the potential of the human body.

The national art is now in decline, so that it is facing the situation of being lost. Because almost any national art requires decades of sharpening a sword in order to work slowly and carefully. The pace of modern life is accelerating and becoming more and more impetuous, where are they willing to spend half their lives pondering this kind of thing. The so-called master of national art has long become a historical term.

However, with the help of this system, he easily learned Qigong! In other words, this system is a right-hand man to assist him, not a prank, and it is not some rogue software.

Zheng Guo calmed down his excitement and used the lottery ticket he had just obtained to conduct the first draw.

He has already tasted the sweetness, and it is always good to learn more.

The odds of winning in the three categories are unequal, with 75% for "Survival Skills", 24% for "Martial Arts", and 1% for "Special Classes".

The virtual lottery wheel began to spin, and as the hands slowed down, Zheng Guo's heartbeat accelerated. The smaller the probability, the better, he doesn't seek to hit the "special class" with one shot, but only to have another national skill.

"The probability of 24% is not low." He rubbed his hands together and stared at the roulette wheel with fiery eyes.

Without hesitation, the pointer drifted through the realm of the special class and entered the martial arts class, and there was already a tendency to stop. Seeing that he was about to turn to the boundary between martial arts and survival, the pointer began to move at a rapid pace, and could stop at any time.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and finally the pointer crossed the line and entered the largest survival class.

The roulette wheel vanished, and a quaint thread-bound book appeared out of thin air in his hand, with the words "Assembly Skills" written on the cover.

Although he didn't draw the desired national art, the freshness still made him a little excited.

Tremblingly, he opened the thread-bound book, and before he could see it clearly, a flower appeared in front of him, and the whole book turned into a ball of white light and rushed into his brain.

I experienced the familiar burning sensation again, but it was much easier than the first time.

After a few seconds, there was a little more information in his brain, all about assembly. Looking at the personal panel again, there is another item in the skill category of "Assembling LV1".

"Ask the host to set a life goal so that the system can assist it."

If it was before, Zheng Guo's goal was to climb up in the workplace, but now that he has a system, it would be too wasteful to be so unambitious. Since you have this kind of adventure, how can you not make good use of it to realize your long-standing ideals?

Ideal, in the past, was such a luxurious and naïve word, but now he has the confidence and capital to realize it.

Isn't that the change he's been looking forward to?

Baozi waited quietly for his answer, and Zheng Guo had already made a decision: "Do a live broadcast and go on an adventure!" ”