For the first day of coming to the research institute, Zhang Jinwen had a very bad impression.

Mo Guang didn't even explain some of the school situation to him in detail, nor did he answer the question he had always been concerned about, what the hell was he doing here.

I just took him to the dormitory where he lived and told him a magical knowledge.

It seems that because of the peculiarity of Zhang Jinwen's hierarchy system, his dormitory is a single room, on the corner of the "Zhi" courtyard full of books.

The room is not big, all kinds of furniture are for one person, and there is a computer, just like a small single room rented in a big city, but fortunately, there is a separate bathroom, which is the most satisfying place for Zhang Jinwen.

Lying on the soft single bed, Zhang Jinwen suddenly felt that if he didn't have to care about anything, it seemed to be a very good thing to live in such a small environment.

He has always belonged to a more Buddhist person, and he has no pursuit of life, he can do what he is happy about, make money and live in the way he likes, and every second of his limited life is his own, so it should be very comfortable.

Living in the moment and getting by is his favorite way of life.

When he was studying, when he told such a life creed to a few students in the class who had a good time, everyone thought it was too unproductive.

At that time, in adolescence, they held illusions and enthusiasm for the future, and attacked Zhang Jinwen's cowardice.

Zhang Jinwen didn't care, and if he cared, he would go against his original intention.

In fact, he also knows that reality is not an ivory tower.

However, now he has at least broken free from the shackles of the college entrance examination, although he didn't think it was a shackle in the first place.

Right now, he was at a loss for the unknown.

Because he is in a distribution center of abnormal human beings.

Thinking of the afternoon's experience, he was still a little afraid, and he always felt that it was not a sign of cowardice.

Don't dare is not dare, how can there be so many bold words with a big scar on the head.

Life is not a heroic epic, heroes are forced out.

He doesn't want to be a hero, being a hero is too tiring, so, he will be afraid.

Those students who have the same writing system as him seem to have different abilities, and they don't know anything but writing essays, Zhang Jinwen thought, and suddenly felt that his system was a little chicken.

It's also a top-level system, and I don't know what to do with me! He muttered.

Recently, the frequency of the system in his mind has become less and less, and Zhang Jinwen thought that when his life was threatened today, the system seemed to appear once.

Is it the "protector mechanism"? He thought, but, after the sound of the system appeared, he also began to feel as if he was unconscious for a moment.

By the time they could react, a lightsaber had already flown towards the students.

He could feel the thirst for blood in his lightsaber, and he stopped it, but nothing happened, his body like a puppet, controlled by something unknown.

He's just a wisp of consciousness, and he can't even manipulate the consciousness of his brain.

There are more and more mystical things. Zhang Jinwen rubbed his somewhat swollen head, as long as he recalled things recently, or thought of things related to the system, his head would swell a lot.

However, the more this is the case, the more he wants to understand the reason for this, and people who seem to care about nothing often care more about things.

Zhang Jinwen called up the system panel in his mind.

The system panel has changed again, like a constantly upgraded mobile phone software.

It's just that this upgrade made Zhang Jinwen a little incomprehensible.

The data of the system is more streamlined. Except for the name and class, there was nothing left, and the word level, skills, and corresponding levels were all gone.

Instead, there was a sentence

[The smoke rising from the ruins is the stripping of life. 】

What does that mean?

What about skills? Why are they all gone? What am I capable of...... Zhang Jinwen frowned.

He hurriedly sat up from the bed, pulled out a pen and paper on the table, and took a deep breath.

Before coming to the dormitory, he asked Moguang if there was a cafeteria, and he hadn't eaten for a day. Moguang tells him that people with writing systems don't need to eat.

"You...... It's too much! Don't even have a cafeteria? Then you must not starve to death? Zhang Jinwen felt that Mo Guang was full of nonsense.

"As a basic ability, you can write a paragraph about food when you are hungry, and you will be full after reading it." "In the same way, it's the same with drinking water. ”

What is this ability? Isn't it bad to eat the real thing?!

Zhang Jinwen looked at Mo Guang with black lines on his face, "Aren't we not affected by our own words?" ”

"That's because you're not conscious." Mo Guang looked at Zhang Jinwen who didn't understand at all, and then said, "To put it simply, you can let yourself be affected, otherwise, if you don't want to, you won't." The decision is yours. ”

"Does that mean I write a paragraph and tell myself that it's all true, and then it can be true?"

"Clever."

"Only fools believe it."

……

Okay, now it's time to verify that Moguang's old riffraff's words are true! Zhang Jinwen thought quickly about what he wanted to eat in his mind.

Mao Xuewang, spicy chicken, hot pot, fried fat sausage...... The picture of the food appeared in his mind, and Zhang Jinwen's hand also moved, and after a while, a page was written.

Let's get here first! Zhang Jinwen's eyes were full of expectation, and when the text combination appeared, he knew that his ability was still there.

I'm going to get started! He concentrated, carefully reading the words on the paper.

"The red oil is boiling, and the smell of various spices and the flavors of chili peppers and peppercorns rise in the hot pot......"

Zhang Jinwen's eyes gradually widened, it was true!

He really smelled the hot pot! It's his favorite red oil hot pot! The spicy taste choked him on the point of coughing.

I'm a fool, I believe! Zhang Jinwen thought and hurriedly continued to look back.

"The fresh hairy belly, every texture is full of dipping sauce, and the entrance is crispy and Q elastic. Selected thin-cut fat beef ......"

Zhang Jinwen's mouth is now full of the taste of various hot pot ingredients. Chuanxiang's spiciness, which made him sweat, and his lips also had a red and swollen burning feeling.

It's so real! He breathed "hiss" as he continued to look behind him.

"Ice powder is the best food to go with summer, shiny and finely crushed ice residues, and ...... with sweet and sour raisins and sour plum powder."

……

By the time he finished reading the words on the paper, Zhang Jinwen's stomach was already round, which was the best and fullest meal he had eaten in the past month.

Refreshing! Zhang Jinwen hiccuped with happiness on his face. He feels like a foodie, and he has a recipe in his head that rivals that of a star chef.

He stood up and slowed down, and then wrote down everything he wanted to drink and eat. After arranging the menu that will not be the same for the next seven days, I put down the pen.

Filling his stomach in such a magical way was something Zhang Jinwen couldn't imagine, he leaned back on the bed and stretched comfortably.

Why didn't you see this before? He thought, feeling as if he had missed out on a hundred million.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jinwen suddenly began to look forward to studying in the research institute in the future.

I wonder what more interesting things I will learn?