Get a boyfriend after getting the plot wrong

Qin Zhu understood what Xiong Xiong wanted him to see.

He applauds his grandma and mother, who always rise to the challenge and take control of the whole situation when encountering setbacks... Well, the camera jumped away again.

He saw Chaudoo who was desperately touching his pulse and hiding in the crowded venue.

I also saw that the true self was not recognized by the family and had to leave Cheng Yuwu who bowed deeply before leaving.

I also saw little Xia Yuan who was crying because of being squeezed out by Sang Shi while practicing boxing.

He watched the whole process of Yao Chun crawling out of bed to read vocabulary in the early morning, crawling back when it was too cold, dozing off and being woken up by the vocabulary book—ha, it is indeed him.

I also saw clearly the calm expression on Fang Xiang's face when he was standing alone in the corridor waiting for his parents and someone to volunteer for him——ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooD

He even saw the process of the cyan meteor and the pearl-like light cluster being continuously worn away as they approached and merged into this world.

Wait, why do you always use people he knows as examples to illustrate that everyone is struggling to live?The three acquaintances who appeared before seemed to have made an appointment to play him!

Make it bigger!Even if it doesn't show the development of the times, social changes, world situation, etc., there must be local customs, folk culture and so on?

So, next he saw many strange fateful encounters.

The hustle and bustle of the world is constantly rushing with time, or the tide is rolling, or the water is dripping through the stone, and the stars in the sky are falling one after another without stirring up a splash, being rolled up...

stop!

Why are there so many stars falling down?

Qin Zhu stretched out his hand and flicked it forward. If he flicked too much, the screen rewinded for a while, and the pretty and energetic little boy rolled down the stairs with a crackling sound.

Qin Zhu saw a familiar look on the other person's face: "Cong Jian?"

The pitch-black little bear crawled out like a flying bear, and frantically wiped the screen with its front legs.

"What are you doing!" Qin Zhu pulled off the little bear who was rubbing against the screen, "I'm annoyed by the sound of wiping the frosted glass blackboard, don't you know?"

Little Xiongxiong wiped his face, and replied in a low voice: "Now I know."

"Forgive you for a while." Qin Zhu pulled the circle of clouds on his round face and made his ears bigger, "You are so dark, just like my boyfriend's hair when he was a child. Bright."

After all, this is Cong Jian who is reluctant to make him suffer for the past.

Qin Zhu hugged the little bear tightly, watching Cong Jian grow up seemingly mediocre under the repeated hypnosis of his mother. Expert, opened a bottle of champagne with a dice cup...

What kind of skill display is this big data push?He just mentioned opening champagne!

There is no need to respond like this.

He had never seen such a young Cong Jian, who was easily greedy.

Then he saw Cong Jian digging out the emotion of the song over and over again alone in practice, but did not have the opportunity to fully express it—singing loudly on the stage in her dream, and wearing clothes suitable for the occasion after waking up to participate A ridiculous press conference.

"He's so stupid." Xiao Xiongxiong commented, "He should expose that person's nonsense."

This is Cong Jian's regret, right?

"Everyone knows that Cong Shu is talking nonsense, don't worry, the result is still Teacher Su's." Qin Zhu grabbed the little bear's ear, pulled it into two heart shapes, wrapped the extra cloud around his tail, and let the The tail has become rounder, "Fantasy new shape!"

"Not at all..." Little Bear suddenly turned wine red, pulled a large cloud to cover the screen, put his paw behind his back and said, "Okay, you've finished reading, you can make a decision."

"I haven't finished watching it." Qin Zhu was puzzled, "This doesn't explain why so many stars fell down at all, I have to start watching from the beginning!"

"Do not……"

Xiao Xiongxiong's voice suddenly became far away.

The clouds were constantly rotating and compressing, converging into a black vortex, which was a little frighteningly suppressed, and very similar to... the toilet that Qin Zhu encountered when he read Qiao Du's label.

The black cloud was blown away indiscriminately, and Qin Zhu was worried about the little bear, and encountered an unreasonable surge of "return water".

So many, so many white and flawless clouds gently embraced him, lifting him up lightly.

The thin cloud in front of him was blown away by a citrus-smelling breeze, bringing the person who was waiting for him piously to him.

He heard himself ask artificially, "Who are you?"

It's Cong Jian, Cong Jian, Cong Jian!

Cong Jian lifted him up from the clouds: "I am your guardian."

"Don't you have a name?" he asked.

Cong Jian replied: "Yes, my real name is what you said silently in your heart."

Pfft, do you still have a screen name?

"I'm going to hold it high."

"I'm going to sit on your shoulders."

"I want to see more about what the source world is like."

When he realized that he was the god of the whole small world and Cong Jian was his guardian, he quickly showed a very unprogressive side.

God's daily life: hold it high, hold it higher, put your face on the barrier between you and the source world, and observe what it's like there.

"The source world is really good." He sighed every day, "If you can use electricity skillfully, you can play game consoles."

Cong Jian said: "Understand the principle of operation, and you can have it too."

"That's what the creatures in the small world should work hard for. I'm a god and I don't need principles." He held up a little black and furry thing to show Cong Jian, "Look, I named her Lei Qiu, In the source world, this kind of behavior is called playing tricks... Well, work is done, let the living beings show the greatness of Thunder and Lightning, go, social animal Qiu Qiuliu!"

Alas, his guardian is so serious, he must not understand these stalks!

"To urge the creatures to do infrastructure construction? I feel that they have worked very hard!" He lay on the clouds and looked down, the gadget in his arms fell with the movement of leaning over, and was picked up by Cong Jian beside him. "Ah, thank you, thanks to you, this one can't fall, otherwise you will embark on the road of no return to build a floating city."

Cong Jian quietly embraced him with clouds: "You're welcome."

"But the creatures really should work harder." He held his chin and looked at the starry lights in the world. "The sooner the network is developed, the sooner my game can be connected to the Internet."

"Business, creatures! Don't keep talking about... Forget it, just talk about it, after all, falling in love is so happy."

Cong Jian asked: "What are you doing?"

"I'm pinching God, my slave god." He said enthusiastically, "This is my first slave god, named with the words of the source world..."

Cong Jian waited patiently for him to finish before asking, "What is his function?"

"Huh? Function, huh?" In order not to lose face in front of the guardian, he thought about it now, "The function is to ensure that the family members are orderly, united and friendly."

Cong Jian smiled: "That's good."

"Look! The second slave god I created, uh, her function is to protect loyal and brave creatures!"

"The third subordinate god - the function is to protect every creature to become what it wants to be, so there is no definite image, and when it is illuminated by light, it will appear in various forms!"

"Fourth...would it be too much..."

"The functions of the fifth and sixth are still to protect the creatures! It's like I have my guardian!"

……

"It's so funny. They actually talk about sweet love while doing business like living creatures. I want to pinch thousands of them!"

Be happy, laugh, and be the shining stars to your heart's content.

As for himself, he has a unique guardian.

"Why is there a war of gods?" He lay on the clouds sadly, "God feels bald at the edge of farming."

Cong Jian checked her god's thick hair: "Because only through the battle of gods can you obtain the real godhead."

"I know, you can't set it against the setting—oh, this is also what the source world said." He rolled around on the clouds, "Fortunately, the war of gods will not affect ordinary creatures, and our world can develop peacefully, warmly and friendly go down!"

Cong Jian said: "Living beings also have good and evil sides."

"Then add that evil will be rewarded with evil." He said solemnly, "It's their own business how the living beings will develop. They have worked so hard, how can God interfere casually! Just hit the outside world with a heavy blow."

Cong Jian promised: "I will win the battle of gods for you."

"There's no need to set the goal so high." He changed the subject, "Let's first solve the must-have for the protagonist to play—the mount!"

"I can't figure out why the god who rides a dragon would be friends with me." He stroked the big pyrene bear's neck hair, and couldn't help but want to stick to his mount, "ah, it's so soft, like a cloud... haha ​​forgot It was originally a cloud! It's so soft... Your creative power is so powerful!"

"No." Cong Jian shook her head, "I can't create a soul."

He was surprised for a moment: "Huh? Then under the skin of my big bear is..."

Cong Jian straightened her armor and stood upright bravely and gracefully: "It's me."

"Thank you, thank you."

"My pleasure."

"Don't you know?" The friend he made in the battle of gods said with a smile, "If the guardian is killed in battle, of course it will be remade by the small world."

He frowned and asked, "Why is there... such a thing?"

"You are protected too well." The friend laughed, "Only the gods of one small world can obtain the godhead in each god battle, and the others will be sent back to their own small worlds for punishment. Do you know this? "

"Generally..." He thought for a while and asked the other party, "Will gods also die in battle?"

"Of course not." The friend said, "It's just falling into a deep sleep at most, the guardian is too pitiful... You know, the guardian is the most beautiful, powerful, loyal and kind-hearted offering from the small world to God. It is changing every second, and the original guardian is completely different from the one that was rebuilt, so once the guardian is killed, it really disappears."

"Ah." He clenched his fist subconsciously, "Why is this?"

"That's it."

"Don't panic..." He raised his hand to wipe off the blood on Cong Jian's face, "The red thorn told me that I would fall into a deep sleep at most, you just go back to the small world and wait for me..."

"Uh, maybe, wait a little longer." Obviously resting is not necessary for God, and he often plays games continuously, but now he suddenly becomes very sleepy, "I'm so sleepy, could it be that I've saved up? , then I must regularly... rest."

"Go back carefully, protect yourself, I don't want it, other guardians... just want, you..."

it's wired.

Obviously Cong Jian is the guardian who best fits the phrase "the most beautiful, the most powerful, the most loyal and the most benevolent".

Why did his beautiful and gentle eyes suddenly become so dark and hopeless...?