Murong Xin loosened his tie irritably. He didn't know why, but in the past, if Qianxue had invited him, he would have been very happy, but today... Murong Xin's handsome brows furrowed, and he suddenly remembered An Mingzhu's words and the tears that were about to fall from her eyes that had once sparkled with joy...

Murong Xin had already said his refusal, and he was not the kind of person to go back on his word. After chatting for a few more sentences, he hung up the phone absent-mindedly. Most of the coffee had been wiped off, but a lot of it was still stuck to his suit, and his whole body was filled with the rich smell of coffee.

After sitting for a while, Murong Xin also left.

The petals that Feng Lan attached to the two people can monitor their positions very well. She also threw out two eye beads. The petals acted as GPS and eavesdroppers, and the eye beads acted as surveillance. Although small and inconspicuous, they could actually grasp the movements of the two protagonists.

After Murong Xin left, he went to the company, changed his clothes and started working inefficiently. He was obviously absent-minded and occasionally muttered An Mingzhu's name.

After leaving the coffee shop, An Mingzhu hailed a taxi at the door and quickly left. In the car, she finally couldn't hold back her tears and cried for a long time. She could hardly speak clearly, but she was still sobbing and cursing, "Murong Xin is a big liar", "Go to hell, you bastard", "I'll never do this again", "A three-legged toad is hard to find, but is it hard to find a two-legged man?"

Then, while crying, cursing, and wiping her tears, the emotional An Mingzhu felt nauseous and vomited. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from vomiting, but was interrupted by the driver who looked back at her several times, "Miss, I see you are feeling a little unwell. Why don't you go to the hospital?"

When Feng Lan saw this, she guessed that the heroine must be pregnant. While she was monitoring the two protagonists with two apps, she quit her current job, changed her work clothes, and left. In her memory, she lived in a rental house. She was an ordinary worker in Shanghai, with four jobs to do in a day. But now, Feng Lan quit all of them. Anyway, she had a supermarket, and if things didn't work out, she could change her things and stay in a hotel.

The same went for the remaining jobs. Feng Lan walked around the map. This dungeon was very large. Feng Lan left the Magic City, and the nearby small villages were all real. However, compared to the Magic City with its exquisite pictures and vivid characters, the characters in these small places became a little stereotyped, and their expressions became dull. The lines of the surrounding scenery were full of perfunctory carelessness.

It really is a world that revolves completely around the protagonist.

Feng Lan sighed and then returned to the Magic City. She rented a house next to where the heroine lived, strolled around, and read some news online.

In the industry that the male protagonist is involved in, he has monopolized the entire industry to a degree that is not in compliance with formal laws. He is young, handsome and rich, and has many fans on the Internet. As for other industries, there is very little description, just like unimportant characters are always glossed over, and there is very little news about them.

Feng Lan looked at the plants in the community from the window. She had no luggage and moved in empty-handed.

This world is fake, but every blade of grass and every tree here is very real. Feng Lan now has a very deep feeling for plants. She can feel the comfortable mood of the sturdy big tree in the community at this moment. As the evening breeze rises, it stretches its body, and occasionally, because of the happy rustling sound of the children running under its body, it deliberately drops leaves on their heads.

“Unreal and real.”

If the world really revolves around the protagonist, then why didn't Feng Lan feel the huge energy that makes the world turn from the two protagonists?

If the story does not revolve around the protagonist, why are the characters and things in other places so perfunctorily described, full of the insignificance of passers-by and cannon fodder?

After a day of exploration, Feng Lan discovered more puzzles, but she was not upset. On the contrary, she was very calm. The more clues there were, the easier it would be to find the hidden thread.

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