Wang Fugui's Counterattack

7.

My name is Wang Fugui, and this beautiful boy lying on the ground with his ass pouted is me.

I was ejected from the spaceship with people and luggage. It hurts so much. This is the service attitude of the first-class cabin. I must complain about this spaceship!

I remember its number myself!

Spaceship FB9784648767248548473558134846797218467372751010184818151, you wait for me!Don't think that if your serial number is long, I can't remember it!

I walked a few steps from the disembarkation passage of the spaceship, and a plastic sign came into view, with a few large characters written on it, "pass through the security checkpoint".

Well, what a pure and unaffected world!Unlike our airport in Changpei Universe, which is full of bells and whistles, even the toilets are made of rare metals, without any depth at all!

"The gray in front of me is not gray, what kind of white are you talking about..." I hummed and dragged my suitcase to the security checkpoint.

The security check guy looks... so indescribable.

As a face control, I felt my heart was hurt for the first time.

I silently stood in front of the security check guy, who glanced at me lazily, and his sluggish body instantly cheered up, "Beauty, which universe are you from? Come to travel? I'll be your tour guide, I'll do it for free." !"

Me: "...I'm a man."

He yelled: "Handsome guy, which universe are you from? Traveling? I'll be your tour guide and give you a discount!"

Me: "I'm from Changpei Universe."

He looked at me and said, "Oh, Changpei Universe, there are many beauties and handsome guys there, right? I've always wanted to go, oh, which world are you from?"

I nodded: "There are many beauties and handsome men in Changpei. I am from the sand sculpture world."

"Oh, you are from the world of sand sculptures, Shashashasha sculpture?" He suddenly fell silent and stared at me.

Me: "Well, what's wrong?"

The security check guy stopped talking, and waved me to leave quickly with a look of disgust on his face. I pouted, dragged my suitcase and left.

What's wrong!

I heard him muttering in the back, "Oh my god, I just talked to the world of sand sculptures, it won't be contagious, it's scary, who knew that such a handsome man would be a sand sculpture! Tsk tsk tsk, I need to disinfect it when I go home!"

I:"……"

Sand sculptures are not contagious, okay?No, the point is, I don't make sand sculptures!

When we arrived at the customs clearance place, the customs clearance entrance was in the same style as the security checkpoint, simple and frugal, and the customs clearance officer at the customs clearance entrance also looked quite realistic. She said seriously, "Show me your ID number."

I scanned the barcode on the inside of my wrist on the ancient-looking machine in front of me, and the machine in front of me beeped like an alarm, which startled me.

The blinding green light came on, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

The official took an electronic pen of unknown age and signed her name on the tablet in front of her. She raised her face and smiled at me: "Thank you for your hard work. I wish you a happy life in Realism Literature."

I also smiled at her: "Thank you."

8.

As soon as I left the customs, I saw a stainless steel conveyor made in the 50s in the hall, and I was confused for a moment.

I counted with my fingers, how many years have passed now, oh, it is 2120 now, that is to say, the world is still using stainless steel conveyors produced in the 50s...

I took a deep breath, can this machine sit?It won't be a problem, will it?

I hesitated for a while, but I still approached the teleporter. It can't be that everyone has an accident, but I have an accident, right?

[in maintenance]

I found a few more machines, and all of them showed that they were under maintenance. Is the realism literary universe so frugal?

Finally, I found an unmaintained teleporter, the price is one-tenth of the Changpei universe teleporter, no wonder the realist literary universe is so... frugal, what a simple universe!

I swiped my ID code and showed my payment dance. Well, yes, in the novel universe, when everyone pays for something, they have to enter their own unique payment password after swiping their ID code.

There are many kinds of payment passwords. Some people read an ancient poem, some use fingerprint recognition, and some use fart sound recognition. As for me, because I am very, very rich, my password is more difficult than ordinary people.

My payment code is a dance, a beautiful ballet of four cygnets.

I am not afraid of other people's eyes, spinning and jumping in the empty hall, I don't stop, when I step into the conveyor with everyone's intoxicated eyes, I seem to hear someone whispering behind me, oh, I know , Excellent people are the focus everywhere, I really shouldn't be just a cannon fodder!

"Hey, what world is that from?"

"It looks like a world of sand sculptures at first glance, need I say it?"

"It's too miserable. You are so young and so good-looking. It turns out to be a sand sculpture."

"Hey, I won't take that teleporter anymore, I heard that sand sculptures... are contagious!"

"Really? It's horrible!"

9.

"Ouch—" I hugged the green trash can, vomited with tears in my eyes.

This is the first time I fainted from a teleporter. After I vomited, I took out the mirror and took a picture. Well, it still looks good, but my complexion is a bit off.

"Hey! What are you doing! Who told you to throw up in the trash can!"

A rough male voice sounded from behind me, and I turned around immediately, and a tall, strong, rough-skinned man came towards me with a broom.

I immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I got airsick just now, and I couldn't help it."

The man wanted to reprimand me a few more words, but when he saw my face, he held back the reprimand, and spoke again after a long time: "Okay, don't do this again in the future, isn't this just asking for trouble for our sanitation workers, be careful in the future!"

I nodded again and again, but what are sanitation workers?

I was puzzled and said, "What is the occupation of a sanitation worker?"

The man paused and said, "You are not from our universe, are you?"

Me: "Yeah, I'm just here, just here."

The man said: "Oh, you are from Marysu Universe, right?"

Me: "Uh, no."

The man said, "Then which universe are you from? You don't even know the occupation of a sanitation worker."

I said, "I always wear the cosmic sand sculpture world."

The man suddenly realized: "Oh, that's right, you sand sculptures probably don't know the profession of sanitation workers. There are no sanitation workers in your sand sculpture world."

What do you call sand sculptures? ? ?

I said, "Well, not really."

The man said, "Don't you take out trash?"

I said, "We all throw in the trash."

The man said, "Doesn't any of you litter?"

I said, "No, we never do this kind of thing."

The man said, "Won't your trees drop their leaves in autumn?"

I said: "No, we authors don't write these adjectives that hurt the spring and the autumn, and the plot is enough."

The man said: "Your world of sand sculptures is really wonderful. Fortunately, I don't live in your world, otherwise I would have no job."

I:"???"

Brother, can't you do something else?