Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

However, Xiang Yuanyi would not give up so easily. Soon, his opportunity came. With the help of his current springboard, he found a tall, rich and handsome man from the capital star. The man fell in love with the sweet-looking female anchor controlled by Xiang Yuanyi and wanted to date her.

This man was attracted by the female anchor's face, while Xiang Yuanyi was attracted by her body and connections, which could help him find the protagonist.

For this reason, Xiang Yuanyi hardened his heart and decided to temporarily abandon his current body. After all, with the status of a rich second-generation, and the induction between people of the same blood, he could no longer rely on his appearance to get by like the office worker he was before.

While Xiang Yuanyi was thinking about his plan to be the protagonist, Feng Lan miraculously met Enfala.

Perhaps it was the mutual attraction between the protagonists, or perhaps it was the magical effect of the neutral good camp, but when Messier went out to play, he brought back a thin and energetic little girl for Feng Lan.

She was wearing a shabby but clean blue jacket, and had short hair that had been dyed black and then grown back to golden. She looked very smart, with a pair of round phoenix eyes that moved around. When she saw Feng Lan, she was not shy at all, and smiled sweetly at her, revealing a row of small white teeth.

"Hello, sister~"

"Lanlan, her name is Farah. She has no parents, but she's a little bit capable. I can raise her as a younger brother. Can I raise her?"

Misel pulled Farah and seriously introduced her to Feng Lan. His words were just so-so, but Feng Lan knew from his shining eyes that he was very satisfied and happy with this peer who could play with him.

Feng Lan glanced at Farah, confirmed that she had no ill intentions and possessed a calmness and cleverness that other children did not have, and then followed Messiah.

"Then you have to behave well."

Missel knew that Feng Lan agreed, so she cheered and took Farah to see the room on the spaceship.

Feng Lan was looking at the spaceship course explained by the professor on the computer and the densely packed design drawings on the table, feeling a little dizzy.

She didn't expect that designing a spaceship would be so difficult, even more difficult than designing a civilian mecha.

Feng Lan also wanted to learn how to take away some interstellar specialties before the end of the copy, such as mechas, spaceships, battleships, anti-aircraft guns, plasma shields... and so on, provided that Feng Lan could operate and repair them.

She was also greedy and wanted to use this skill to make some small machines with her bare hands in other copies.

Feng Lan's current progress is pretty good. He can already use basic parts to make a flying skateboard, a super old version of the optical computer, a mechanical armor that increases a certain amount of strength, and assemble a hover car. After three months of learning, Feng Lan is quite satisfied with his current progress.

After all, anyone who maintains a peak physical condition, is full of energy, has a photographic memory, can draw inferences from one instance, has strong spatial logic, has a lot of materials on hand, and can withstand practice, can achieve the same results as Feng Lan.

"Is your sister taking self-study courses on spaceships?"

Farah only took a quick glance and gathered a lot of information: the suspended spaceship course on the desk computer, the discarded design drawings in the trash can, the densely packed books on the bookshelf, and the spaceship drawings on the small blackboard next to it that had been revised many times.

Misel took out a large bucket of ice cream from the refrigerator. When he weighed it, he knew that it exceeded the amount of snacks that Feng Lan had prescribed for him. He curled his lips, lowered his one-meter-long retractable tail, and exchanged it for two small buckets. He ate one bucket and Farah tried the other.

She must have never tasted such delicious food!

"yes,"

Misel picked out a taro flavor for himself, then turned to Farah and asked, "I want to have ice cream. What kind would you like to try? We have strawberry, apple, taro, chocolate, and white tea."

No matter how mature Farah was, she was still a child. After soaking in the mysterious spring water, she now had the same keen sense of smell as Messier, and could smell the delicious aroma of various ice creams. Farah's eyes immediately discarded the unnecessary thoughts in her mind, sniffed it, and quickly pointed at a soft pink bucket of ice cream, "I want the pink one, it smells sweet, crispy, and fragrant."

Misel nodded coolly, rolled up two buckets of ice cream with his big tail, then tiptoed to close the refrigerator door and took Farah to his special children's sink, "Lanlan said, wash your hands before eating."

For the sake of the ice cream, Farah followed Michelle's example and washed her hands methodically, and even used flames to evaporate the water droplets on her hands. Michelle was not to be outdone, and with a light shake, his hands turned into a pair of mangosteen-like tiger claws. The water droplets seemed to have encountered extremely fine cloth and slid off Michelle's claws.

Farah took one look and clapped her hands in praise without disguising, "Amazing."

Misel raised his head proudly and returned the favor, "You're not bad either."

The two equally extraordinary children had a brief competition and ended up in a tie, then they held hands and went back to Messiah's room to enjoy ice cream.