In the September season, the scorching heat is gone, and the cool breeze is blowing.

"Lu Mingfei? Are you a member of a club? ”

Shilan High School, Senior 1st Grade Classroom,

Chen Wenwen, who was dressed in a white dress, spoke softly, and sent an invitation to the young man in the corner who bent over and slumped his shoulders like a defeated dog.

"If not, are you going to join the Literary Society?"

"Ah——! Ah——?h ”

Lu Mingfei raised his slightly delicate face, and he didn't expect that Chen Wenwen, the new class flower in front of him, would actually extend an invitation to him, a person with average appearance, average learning, average physical fitness, and a small transparent class, except for a slight talent in interstellar games and other games.

For a moment, looking at Chen Wenwen's little face that was so soft that she could pinch out the water, and sniffing the fragrance that seemed to be absent, Lu Mingfei subconsciously replied:

"Okay, okay."

"You agree?" Chen Wenwen couldn't help but raise her tone, her eyes were shining, and she stretched out her little hand to Lu Mingfei very excitedly:

"Great, welcome to the Literary Society."

Lu Mingfei subconsciously reached out and held the soft wattle in front of him, as if he was holding a piece of cold white cloud.

The sunlight slanted through the clean glass and hit the bright yellow desk,

Lu Mingfei looked at the light in Chen Wenwen's eyes that lit up because of his joining, and his heart was shocked.

She's happy?

Because of their own joining?

Lu Mingfei, who had never experienced this kind of treatment, only felt as if he was .......

I'm in love!

In the next moment, Chen Wenwen handed Lu Mingfei a book, and then walked to the other classmates, making the same invitation.

The same response, the same outstretched hand, the same gift for joining the company, the excited light in her eyes, belonged to everyone.

He is no different from others.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and slowly closed it.

He hides himself in the shadows in the corner of the wall, and inadvertently glances at the youthful girl in the sun.

Lu Mingfei clenched the book that still had residual warmth in his hand, as well as the kendo club entry form that had been filled out earlier, and couldn't help but hang his head and return to the appearance of a defeated dog.

"It turns out that everyone is the same."

In the shadows, Lu Mingfei's whisper was heard.

The voice is hoarse, like a vampire who longs for the sun can only stay in the shadows, lonely and lost.

"But?"

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei said to himself:

"I'm the first!"

The first was invited by Chen Wenwen and the first to join the literary club.

In that case, he might even have some positions or something!

In the future, he will participate in more club activities, and he will be able to ....... one day. Hey!

Lu Mingfei, who has not yet grown up, is like a clown, performing his own lonely dance on the lonely shadow stage, which is extremely clumsy.

"What a shame, brother......."

In the void, there was a sound of Xiao Zhengtai's mouth curled in disgust.

.......

At night, Lu Mingfei's narrow hut:

"Hey, hey, hey!"

He held a book and kept rolling on the bed, smiling like an idiot.

"Literary Society, Literary Society!"

Lu Mingfei spread out on the bed soothingly, looked at the avatar belonging to Chen Wenwen on the computer, and smiled.

With a flick of his eyes, he saw the kendo club entry table on the table.

Lu Mingfei sat on the stool, propped his hands on the root of his thighs, and looked directly at the entry form that had filled in the information.

Actually, at the beginning, he wanted to join the kendo club.

After all, being able to use a chilling sword move, defeat an opponent in an instant, and by the way, receive the admiration of the girl next to him and the eyes of the boys who want to kill him, but every boy's dream!

But now it seems?

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand and put the thin entry form in front of him, and looked at the computer screen, "Welcome to join, Mingfei." He glanced at his dry body and nodded slightly.

Joining a kendo club = need to exercise = want him to die.

Joining the Literature Club = Safe, Comfortable, and Close to the Water = Hey, Hey, Hey.

At this moment, the scales of victory were already tilted.

"Sure enough, the Literary Club is still suitable for me."

Kendo Club or something, it's really not suitable for him.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei made a decision, and was planning to tear up the entry form in front of him, and then drown in the gentle township of the literary and art club in the next three years.

Ding——!

Suddenly, there was a mechanical sound in Lu Mingfei's ears.

"Detection that the host is facing a major choice that can affect life, and the system awakens."

When Lu Mingfei's eyes widened in confusion, he only heard the slightest emotionless introduction in his ears.

"This simulation system is a second-person simulation, assisted holographic simulation CG, committed to tapping the host's own potential and strength at the same time, the host will be built into a mentally independent, intellectually sound young man in the new era, and save the originally established tragedy."

"System?"

Lu Mingfei looked left and right, and even pushed the door open.

Until I saw my obese younger brother Lu Mingze still lying on the sofa in the living room playing games, my aunt was making a mask and humming, and my uncle hadn't come home yet.

He dared to confirm that it was not some prank.

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard.

He had fantasized countless times about being the main character in his novels.

Under the envious expressions of his classmates, he Lu Mingfei was surrounded by a group of elite maids who were convex and backward to change into a dark gray high-end suit, and stepped on the red carpet to board his helicopter without saying a word.

Of course, at the end, there must be a beautiful executive officer who has her own to bow to her classmates and apologize without waves: "I'm sorry, classmates, Ming Fei still has his own tasks, so I won't accompany him much." ”

Temperament, cards, and force, all there!

Now that I see it, his fantasy is about to come true!

"System?" Lu Ming shouted uncertainly:

"What do you do?"

“.......”

"Are you still there?"

“.......”

Just when Lu Mingfei thought it was just his own auditory hallucination,

The voice of the system is long overdue:

"This system is called 'Growth Life Simulator', which aims to make Lu Mingfei, the host of defeated dogs and decrepit cubs, a normal person, and gradually guide the host to grow into a strong person through Sims in different worlds."

The corners of Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help complaining:

"What the hell are the Lost Dogs and the Decrepit Boys?"

"Aren't I a normal person now?"

The system obviously did not cooperate with Lu Mingfei to sing double reeds, but just introduced coldly:

"Next, please ask the host to finalize the world simulated for the first time from the following selections, and after the host selects the world, the system will conduct a lottery of tag talents."

"The following will be based on the host's actions in the simulation, and the relevant tasks will be explored."

"Finally, the system will solidify talents and issue rewards based on the overall performance of the host in the simulation."

"The current simulated world is as follows:"

"[1. April is your lie (low single world), the sweet love that fades in April, you deserve to have it in crying! ] 】

[2. Demon Slayer Blade (Intermediate Series World), the bloody journey of blood and blade pouring, the heavy breathing connection bond, and the countless sad songs that are about to come, can you ignite the roar hidden in your heart. 】

[3. Dragon Clan (Advanced Series World), this world, the burning golden pupil faces the soaring dragon.] The night of the rain and the frenzy of the rain extinguished the cowardice of the boy, the flame that slept at the bottom of the sea did not ignite the thousand-year-old journey of brothers, the sonorous echo in the ground killed the immature girl, and the dry witch sleeping at the bottom of the well waited for someone's rescue.

Listen, the uncomplaining young man in the depths of the Siberian snow calls for the return of the king. 】

[4. Random world.] 】”