Always Dress Up as the Boss [Quick Transmigration]

Yuan Zhuo was completely dumbfounded.

Because at the moment just now, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"It is detected that the child of the world's fortune has regained the fortune of 51/100, and the wandering player Yuanzhuo has triggered a binding opportunity. Is the wandering player Yuanzhuo bound to the official player identity?"

In an instant, Yuan Zhuo's pupils shrank suddenly.

He quickly glanced around, and there was nothing but the child in front of him who seemed to be very well-behaved.

He quickly scowled.

As an author, he has read countless types of novels, but he never thought that such a wild and unconstrained thing would happen to him.

Mo Lin noticed his sudden change of expression and was startled.

"Mr. Yuan, do you feel all right?"

Yuan Zhuo's expression was still ugly, because he clearly noticed that the voice in his mind was constantly asking him whether he was bound to a chance.

There was an inorganic smile on his face, disturbed by the voice, Yuan Zhuo's tone was a little cold.

"I'm fine. Are you here on leave? Go back quickly. I'm fine here."

However, you don't look like you're okay.

Mo Lin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of something that made his face turn pale.

Could it be that his mind has been seen through?

He was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

"Mr. Yuan, I will go back first."

"Well, let's go."

Yuan Zhuo closed his eyes, temporarily abandoned all distracting thoughts, and dealt with the things in his mind seriously.

Seeing that he didn't even give him a look, Mo Lin's heart suddenly became colder.

He tidied up silently, gently opened the door, took a deep look at the still pale man on the bed, and slowly closed the door.

"Final warning, is the wandering player Yuan Zhuo bound to the official player identity? Ten, nine..."

"What is a wandering player, and what are the benefits of being a formal player? What are you? Also, where is this?"

Yuan Zhuo's rare tone reveals bluntness and anger.

Can he not be angry?

He is so angry to death!

He thought he was lucky, maybe his own shell died in an accident, and he happened to come across this shell and came back to life.

He also planned little by little, not touching the original Yuan Zhuo's money, and working hard to earn money by himself.Afraid of being sorry for others, but also extremely considerate to help others take care of their children!

Now that he has passed the passing mark, he jumped out of something like a system and told him - do you want to bind the player identity, I seem to be a sub-child of a game.

Can he not be angry?

Can he not be angry? !

In addition to being angry, Yuan Zhuo also had an indescribable feeling - regret.

Although the stupid son is really stupid, he still likes the feeling of being a father; there are also children with pear dimples, who are really cute. When they are sick, they will bring porridge to visit them. It is like falling from the sky. The little angel; even his readers, every follow-up article is so true that he... wants to make fun of it from time to time.

How could this thing be fake?

"The system reminds homeless players that these are real, not fabricated out of thin air. In addition, only players who have obtained the official identity can know the right to solve puzzles. If homeless players do not agree to the binding, they will be reasonably obliterated."

......

Fuck, that is to say, can't he disagree with him?

Yuan Zhuo was so angry that he hammered the side of the bed hard, then closed his eyes deeply.

"Are you sure this world is not fabricated out of thin air? If so, then I am bound."

Whatever the hell, what he's done so far must not just be wasted!

"Wandering players have successfully activated their official player status, and now the basic player manual will be issued. In addition, the Wandering World has successfully settled in official players, and it will be officially integrated with the world system. Official players, please pay attention to check the small world missions and save the Wandering World."

Yuan Zhuo's eyes hurt slightly, and the glowing light penetrated from his eyeballs.

..., you high-tech is really scary enough.

This was Yuan Zhuo's first thought after opening his eyes.

"Check the small world mission."

Yuan Zhuo spoke softly.

"Small world mission: save the luck of the world of the son of luck, the progress is 51/100."

Child of luck?

Yuan Zhuo pondered for a moment, "Can you provide more information?"

"Sorry, the world system cannot receive specific information before the luck of the Wandering World is restored. Please complete the task as soon as possible, the official player Yuan Zhuo."

"Then it's really useless for you."

Yuan Zhuo let out a bad-tempered sneer, and quickly began to sort out the clues in his mind.

What he thought just now was correct, is this thing really a system?

But somewhat to his surprise, this world is real.

Just like what he learned, there are other planets beyond the earth, and there is a wider world beyond the Milky Way that humans don't know.

Above all worlds, there is a world system with similar rules.

And the world he is in now, as if the earth has deviated from its original orbit due to external factors, and has undergone a change as it crashes into the moon.

Gee.

Yuan Zhuo was a little upset, because according to his so-called wandering status just now, it was originally a 'bad factor'.

But because he didn't affect the inherent track of his own world, and he seemed to be walking around to help straighten it out, so the world system quickly found him as a wrench and asked him to bind his official identity, so as to guide this crooked world back on track.

Sounds awesome.

Very tall.

...Fuck!

Yuan Zhuo's always elegant and easy-going expression was about to be distorted.

He straightened?

How?

Who is right?

Who is the son of luck?

There is no information at all, what is he doing?

"Regular player, Yuan Zhuo, please face the reality positively. The world you live in is not fake. Can players bear the heart of it going to perish?"

"I reasonably suspect that you are intimidating me, and don't you know the intelligence of this world? How do you know it will perish?"

Yuan Zhuo felt a headache.

Why, this system only came out when he was sick.

"Because the child of luck is the foundation of every world, someone who takes away the luck of the child of luck is equivalent to destroying this world."

Yuan Zhuo gradually had a doubt in his mind.

There is such a thing as the son of luck, does it really exist?

"Existence is reasonable. Since the official player Yuan Zhuo exists, why can't the son of luck exist?"

"Your system also understands philosophy."

Yuan Zhuo slightly opened his eyes and sat up.

Son of luck...

"If the son of luck regains luck and the world becomes normal, what will happen to me?"

Yuan Zhuo suddenly spoke.

"The official player Yuan Zhuo has been bound to an official identity and will become an official employee of our world system."

That is...

Do I have to continue working for you? ? ?

Yuan Zhuo quickly lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Alright, let's talk after waking up!

His brain hurts a lot now, and he really doesn't have the energy to pay attention to those messy things!

His thoughts gradually relaxed, and before he fell asleep, a thought quickly flashed through Yuan Zhuo's mind.

Fortunately, those are real.

Crew.

"Huh? Didn't you ask for leave to see Yuan Zhuo?"

Wen Yan looked at Mo Lin who suddenly appeared in surprise, "Why, he recovered from his illness?"

Mo Lin shook his head, "No, Mr. Yuan has rested."

Wen Yan nodded, "Oh, that's true. If you are sick, you should take a good rest to recover quickly. But you have already asked for leave, so why are you here? I didn't let anyone arrange your role."

The makeup of the other actors has also been done, and the props are also ready. There is nothing Mo Lin can do!

Mo Lin took a deep look at him.

"Director Wen, I want to learn how to be a director from you."

He suddenly bowed deeply.

Wen Yan was taken aback, and quickly jumped away.

"What are you doing? It's like this all of a sudden, it's life-threatening!"

Mo Lin raised his head and looked at him seriously.

"I mean seriously."

Wen Yan took two steps and looked back into his eyes.

"really?"

Mo Lin nodded.

"really."

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Can you bear hardships? Don't complain? If you really want to learn, then I want to drink tea of ​​respecting teachers. I am in the circle of literati. I will be a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of my life. You will be filial to me!"

Mo Lin immediately changed his words obediently.

"master!"

Hey!

This is also called!

Wen Yan snorted twice, "I haven't drunk the respect tea yet, so don't be in a hurry to call the master. Another day, I will see an auspicious day, and you can go to my house in person. You can't bring ordinary tea."

His mouth is not painful, but his heart is very happy!

Listen!

Someone called him master!He also has a disciple!

And it's Mo Lin!Mo Lin is the best young man he has ever seen.

He is well-behaved, sensible and obedient, and he is also hard-working and able to endure hardships. Most importantly, this kid is a good seedling!

When discussing the camera before, he discovered that children are talented!Can learn this!

Now the child himself is sent to his door to be his apprentice!

Wen Yan didn't show it on his face, but his heart was almost overwhelmed!

No, you can't sleep with the old woman when you go back tonight.

In the middle of the night, he would wake up several times laughing, and it would be bad if it affected the old woman's sleep!

Although Wen Yan said that he hadn't been able to call him master yet, his attitude towards Mo Lin obviously changed a lot this afternoon.

If he used to share some of his experience with Mo Lin in a cherished way, now he just took out his old background and poured it to Mo Lin!

Mo Lin could also sit still, so he moved a short little Maza to sit next to him, who happened to be as tall as Wen Yan's director, and listened to the class all afternoon, biting the pen from time to time to record the main points Wen Yan said Knowledge, carefully chew up all this knowledge and keep it in your mind.

The more you read Wen Yan, the more pleasing it really is!

Oh, he really picked up such a good apprentice!

After filming the last scene in the afternoon, Wen Yan finished his lecture to Mo Lin with a lot of enthusiasm, and was about to pack up his things and go back, when he suddenly remembered something, and turned to ask Mo Lin who was still reading his notes.

"Then what, I'm a quasi-disciple anyway, I have something to ask you first."

Mo Lin looked up at him seriously, "What's the matter?"

Wen Yan touched his chin.

"Why do you suddenly want to learn to be a director?"

Mo Lin glanced at him, thought about what Wen Yan said about being a teacher for one day and being a father for life, and confessed confidently.

"It's nothing, I just want to chase after Mr. Yuan, he's the screenwriter and I'm the director, isn't it a match made in heaven!"

Wen Yan: ...?

Wait a minute?

and many more?

What did his apprentice who hadn't come to the door say?

Mo Lin was afraid that he hadn't heard, so he repeated the sentence again.

"I want to chase Mr. Yuan..."

"Stop!"

Wen Yan silently covered his heart.

He knows it!How could such a good pie fall from the sky!

This seemingly obedient apprentice has such a big heart!

The author has something to say: Director Wen: I am too naive, blame me for being too naive...

The world is gradually becoming clearer!

A friendly reminder to the cuties, this is a slow wear.

Oh, you should know it too, after all, it's a full 34 chapters before Xiao Nai Gong is about to start chasing people.

Hey, my grandma is really a solid and reliable grandpa!

How do men chase men?

Start with your business!

Bind him to death!

Then tempt him with milk!

perfect!

then……

It's time to let you know how many gay friends the author has hahahahahaha!

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"My Stomach is the Supreme Immortal" by Gongzi Xunhuan

Copywriting: Qi Ciye, a newcomer to chemistry, was reborn as Qi Guan Ciye, the patriarch of a small family. When he woke up, he was in a mess. He guessed that something happened just now.

There was a note left on the mess: In your belly is the future Supreme Being of the Immortal Dao, take good care of him for me, and in the future I will spend half my life to repay him.

Qi Ciye let out a cold snort: "Women and men from a good family run away when they sleep, what are you talking about!"

After speaking, he tore up the note.

Three months later, the belly gradually got bigger, Qi Ciye foolishly: Is this really a fucking ball?

Fortunately, there is room for technical geeks, and whatever they say can make a fortune for this ball.

It’s just that for some reason, he always feels that someone is spying on him and the ball late at night, trying to steal the child.

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Three years later, there was a catastrophe in the Immortal Dao, and immortals from all walks of life fought... Qi Ciye looked at the handsome and impeccable ancestor of the immortal sect, and slowly offered his knee and the ball in his arms... to earn money with him... The piece of land below.

After all, the deal was a loss no matter what.

Look up again, let it go, it's so beautiful, it's worth the price.

感谢在2020-04-1411:55:53~2020-04-1416:59:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 溔