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Chapter 1365: Chapter 8: "The world burns to my color ()."

The inorganic god looked at Boss Rabbit with his yellow eyes:
"Rabbit? Why are you in Rovatha?"

"Chew, chew, chew..." After the Boss Rabbit finished chewing the golden eyeball, he took out a black eyeball and stuffed it into his mouth: "Why? You can take advantage of the loophole, but I can't?"

"Aren't you doing maintenance on the world game?"

"But someone has drawn me. With such a good opportunity, I rushed into Luowasha." Boss Rabbit showed an innocent and pitiful expression: "As for the world game... I wish it would disappear as soon as possible."

“But once the world game disappears, we will also...!” said the Inorganic God.

The next moment, blood-red pupils enlarged in front of His eyes.

The big white rabbit stared at him closely.

"...I don't want to live anymore." Its cold eyes did not have a trace of softness in life:

"I just want to be free soon."

After a moment, it took a step back, and the smiling expression instantly returned to its face, and it started chewing its eyeballs.

"Su 1 was eaten by you. Su 2 drew someone else's card and was eaten by him. Su 3 jumped off the building and died, and was picked up and eaten by the Sea King." Boss Rabbit tilted his head, seeming very confused:
"How strange, all three are dead. So there should be... there should be... there should be the one! Why isn't there the one? Why, is there really no one..."

It refers to "inner one", and the meaning is self-evident.

——Why is there no rollback?
Why does time continue to move forward without stopping?

Could it be that what Su Mingan showed them was just an empty city plan?

It touched its belly and thought about what happened in the afternoon:
……

A few hours ago, Mingxi campus, the third level.

Shen Xue was standing on the stage, wearing a white veil and a diamond-studded long dress, looking like a wedding.

"This is my story! This is my story!!" Shen Xue blushed and said loudly, "Shen Xue's Journey into Wonderland, this is the name of my story. I am the heroine Shen Xue, and I chose Su Ming'an as the hero. The final ending is that we get married with the blessings of the survivors. It's a perfect and happy ending!"

Seeing this, Su 2 turned around and shouted, "That white-haired Su! I'm going to defeat Shen Xue's story field and make her lose her fighting power. You find a chance to overturn the auditorium and end the third level!"

"Okay!" Su 1 responded.

Su 2 rushed onto the stage and stepped forward.

The moment he stepped into Shen Xue's story realm, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed drastically -

……

"Ding dong!"

[You have entered the story realm: "Shen Xue's Journey into Wonderland (creator: Shen Xue)"]

[Passing conditions: Find out logical errors, book violations, and unreasonable character settings. ]

……

A bright white light.

The warm sunshine shines on my forehead and the fragrance of gardenia is in the air.

After entering Shen Xue's story realm, Su Mingan heard a voice:
"——Ming'an, after the college entrance examination in two years, we will have to fill in our application forms. You obviously like playing the piano and have great piano talent, so why don't you become a pianist?"

The next moment, he heard his own voice:
"Forget it... Piano is a little unfamiliar to me now. I'd better stick to studying finance and law in the liberal arts field."

He opened his eyes.

Standing in front of her was a male classmate with a buzz cut, round eyes and a kind face.

——It was his best friend in high school, Bolong.

This conversation should have taken place when they were in their second year of high school.

The leaves of the sycamore trees on campus cast clear sunlight, and summer cicadas chirped on the branches. They lay on the railing at the classroom door, looking at the paint-red plastic track.

This is Su Mingan’s high school campus.

…It turns out that Shen Xue’s story is not in the style of God of War Dragon King, nor in the style of Feng Aotian, but a campus memoir, telling about the real experience in high school.

The storyline is usually short, like a very short script that ends quickly.

"If you become a famous pianist, you can earn tens of thousands for a performance. It's better than a fixed salary of four or five thousand a month," Bolong suggested.

Su Mingan's eyes were dazed. He remembered this conversation and it left a deep impression on him.

At that time, they had this conversation: "Bolong, if one day I can't play well, or if I don't succeed at all, I will be out of touch with society... What should I do? I will lose my status as a fresh graduate and have no internship experience, what should I do?"

"You are so talented that you will definitely succeed. You will play the piano well. Believe in yourself," Bolong encouraged.

"But I still have Uncle Zhao. I can't gamble with my relatives' lives. Besides, I rarely play the piano now."

"But you are so talented, you can't waste it. Are you going to become mediocre?"

“…But I don’t dare to gamble.”

"Well, since you like psychology so much and you can talk about it very logically, I think you have the potential to become a very good psychologist! Are you going to give up on this?"

"...Psychology is too unstable, and I don't dare to gamble."

"So you're going to be a clerk?"

"That's right. Children from ordinary families can't consider pursuing their dreams. That's not idealism, but recklessness. Uncle Zhao spends a lot of money on medicine every month, and there's also the debt left by my father's medical treatment. If I can't pay it back in the future, it will all be over. I might live stream some games in college, but it can only be a hobby..."

"What a pity, you are really talented. It would be better if you had more courage."

"Thank you, I really don't dare to gamble. Maybe this is not a question of courage..."

Bolong has a good temper and takes good care of him. Their fate originated from Bolong's poor gaming skills, so Bolong often asked Su Mingan for help and consulted on some gaming issues, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.

Bolong has always envied Su Mingan, feeling that Su Mingan and he are on two different levels.

He couldn't play the piano at all, which made his tutor furious, but Su Mingan just went to his house and played it once, and the tutor was full of praise.

He is so bad at playing games that he has to pick his feet, but Su Mingan, who obviously has little time to play, is able to kill everyone and make money by playing live games.

Good grades, good essays, good at playing games, superb piano talent... Su Mingan simply crushed him in every aspect. He always felt that in the future Su Mingan would become a super great person, completely crushing him in every aspect.

So he didn't understand why Su Mingan was unwilling to pursue his dream.

Such a talented person ended up working for such a low level.

"Please think about it again. It's such a pity." Bolong said regretfully.

"..."Su Mingan remained silent.

Soon, the school bell rang, and the story progressed very quickly. The next moment, Su Mingan found himself walking out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.

Beside him, Bolong was talking on the phone quietly:
"Hello, hello? Sister, what's going on? Huh? I told you I wanted the 07 version of the sneakers! Why did you give me the outdated 06 version... What? My parents won't buy me any? I haven't had new sneakers for months..."

Su Mingan took a look at the worn-out sneakers on his feet that had been patched up for three years.

He remembers his high school years as the most difficult period.

The savings left by his parents were basically spent, and his only guardian, Uncle Zhao, had a low salary, so it was extremely difficult to support him in his studies. As for the places for poor students in the class, they all went to some students who were not very poor.

Su Mingan once had a treasured hand-rolled piano, but he had to sell it to make a living.

However, a few days later, the hand-rolled piano was back in his hands because he found that this treasure he cherished was roughly broken and thrown into the trash can. He picked it up, wiped it patiently, and carefully held its "remains" in his arms again.

Su Mingan didn't know where Shen Xue was, so he returned to his current home - Uncle Zhao's home.

Uncle Zhao is not his blood relative, but a guardian who is willing to take care of him.

The closer he got to home, the more he felt homesick. Even though he knew it was a fake reenactment, he still couldn't calm down.

When you open the door, you will see a home of more than 30 square meters, with the bathroom next to the kitchen, and the kitchen next to the bedroom.

A large man, about fifty years old, was making straw toys. He looked up when he heard the voice and smiled at Su Mingan: "Are you back?"

He had a broad forehead, sunken eyebrows, a fat nose, thick lips, and his cheeks, due to being away from home for a long time, had a simple and heavy color, like red soil, and there was a few white hairs on his temples.

Su Mingan's breathing paused for a moment, and he responded softly:

"……Um."

The man was weaving small toys, sweat running down his forehead. It was summer, but he didn't even turn on the electric fan. His fingers were weaving grass leaves: "Look, I've been thinking about these small toys recently. Isn't the night market economy very popular? I thought that after get off work, I could sell these small toys at the night market. I'm sure I can make some extra money!"

"Be careful with your hands." Su Mingan saw that Uncle Zhao had several scratches on his fingers.

"I'll be careful. If blood bleeds and falls on the straw toys, all my efforts will be in vain..." The man replied, "There's a fire on the stove. Go and have a look."

Su Mingan put down his schoolbag and placed it on the only intact piece of furniture in the house - a brown-red wooden table covered with dark spots and cracks. This table can be used for doing homework, eating, sewing clothes and many other functions, and it can be called a busy guest in the house.

He walked into the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, and a rich aroma hit him in the face.

The thin body gurgled.

"...Chicken soup?" He glanced sideways: "Why are you cooking chicken soup today?"

"It's half a chicken. It died a while ago. Aunt Li didn't want it, so I took it back. It has a bit of smell, but I washed it very clean. It won't make you sick." Uncle Zhao's eyes were still fixed on the work in his hands: "I haven't given you good food for a long time. You need to eat more. You can't grow taller."

Su Mingan was holding the chicken soup while watching out the window to see if there was Shen Xue:
"What day is today?"

"What day?" the man played dumb.

"It's not an important day. I don't believe you would buy a chicken."

"You kid, I told you I was lucky enough to get a bargain... Humph, humph, okay, you figured it out. Today is Singles' Day, so I'll give you a break."

"…What kind of weird festivals do you want to celebrate?"

"Of course not. Who said that 'life must have a sense of ritual'? Although we don't live a rich life, we must not lose the sense of ritual! The most important lesson your father taught you is to learn to love yourself! Give yourself some hope in life!"

"……father?"

“Cough, cough, cough…Guardian, guardian!”

"..."

"Self-love is very important. Only when you love yourself, you will feel that the world is bright. If you don't love yourself, you will suffer every day, and you will soon die."

"I see."

"In short, you still have a long future ahead of you. The hardship you endure now is only temporary, and good days are yet to come!"

“Are the good days…still to come?”

"Yes. Think about it, going to college is such a glorious thing. I never went to college, I went to a vocational high school. But when we were there, vocational high schools were better than high schools..." The man began to "recall the past" again.

They sat down to eat, the dish was simple, just a bowl of chicken soup.

There were a few drops of blood on the ground, and the man covered the scratch on his finger. After hesitating for a while, he whispered:
"That... Ming An."

"Ok?"

"Today your school's music teacher called me and said that he wanted you to pursue music and become an arts student... It just so happens that you are a sophomore in high school, so it's time to make a choice."

"Oh."

"You... still want to be a serious cultural student." The man looked at him cautiously.

"Ah."

"That's good, that's good." The man breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his bloody fingers:
"Listen to me, go to college, study a well-employed major, earn 5,000 to 6,000 yuan, and the company will also pay for your social security. How great is that!"

"I know you play the piano well, but a hobby can't make a living. Drawing, playing an instrument, singing, in the end it's very likely that you'll end up with nothing! Without connections, it's very difficult to move forward."

"Passion is passion, but how many people succeeded because of passion? We ordinary people should just give up. It is not our turn to be the leader in this world, nor is it our turn to be the god, emperor or savior. Don't think about those unrealistic things. You can still eat many bowls of steaming chicken soup in the future..."

Su Mingan listened and stirred the chicken soup with a spoon. He looked out the window and suddenly saw a red shadow.

——Shen Xue!
The story is probably in the middle stage now, and she shows up as expected.

In the story field, Su Mingan and Shen Xue both have roles to play, and they cannot break through the role restrictions illogically, otherwise they will be judged as "eating the book".

"I'll be away for a while." Su Mingan stood up.

"Hey? It's getting dark, where are you going?" Uncle Zhao chased after him, holding a flashlight in his hand: "Be careful not to step on the ditch at the door!"

A round flashlight was thrown over and Su Mingan caught it with a "pop". He looked at Uncle Zhao with a little nostalgia and jumped lightly.

The ditch in front of his house was too wide and he always stepped into the water, which bothered him for three years.

But at this moment, he easily jumped over the gap that had troubled him for three years.

"...!"

Under the dim light, several shouts and curses were heard from the alley, and it seemed to be Shen Xue's voice.

Su Mingan turned off the flashlight and moved over. In the darkness, he saw a white rabbit.