Ninety-Eight. 6 Days

Knowing Wen Ziying's class from Yan Wei, Xia Yu didn't come to the door immediately.

He came to the door with his front foot, and the opponent's body was borrowed or something with his back foot, which was too obvious.

After school, he stood in the corridor outside Wen Ziying's class, pretending to wait for someone.

You can start the game just by looking at it from a distance, no need to get close at all.

Wen Ziying came out a little late, and the girls walking around Xia Yu watched Xia Yu whispering, which made Xia Yu feel a little awkward.

Originally, he had some fame in school, but later because of the cultural festival, he gained a lot of limelight. This time, he won the musical instrument competition all the way, and has become the most famous person in the school.

If Yan Wei hadn't intentionally revealed that he had a girlfriend, his life would not have been as peaceful as it is now.

That's it, the girls were still ready to move, and a few brave ones came up to greet him and tried to strike up a conversation.

Xia Yu was perfunctory.

Ten minutes after the school bell, Wen Ziying finally left the classroom.

It was a capable and mature looking girl, with a hint of nobility and glamor.

She has a pretty face. When she debuted in the second year of high school, the novel she wrote was actually relatively immature, and it became a bestseller thanks to the title of the most beautiful writer in the region operated by the publishing house.

At that time, the publishing house released her photos as peripherals, which greatly boosted sales.

Later, her writing level improved rapidly, and such operations were no longer needed.

When Xia Yu found Wen Ziying, Wen Ziying also found Xia Yu. The girls walking around Xia Yu were all looking at him, which was very obvious.

Is this the one playing the piano?

Of course Wen Ziying also knew Xia Yu. She had spoken to Xia Yu in the literature club before.

Want to say hello?

Forget it, it seems that he has no shortage of women who greet him.

Walking calmly in front of Xia Yu, Wen Ziying suddenly felt a blur in front of her eyes.

what's the situation?

Wen Ziying wanted to stop to check if there was anything wrong with her body, but her body didn't stop.

what happened!

The girl panicked, she opened her mouth to ask for help, but the voice only echoed in her mind.

Xia Yu heard the girl's cry, but he didn't answer. There were others beside him.

When he came to a remote place, he opened his mouth: "Stop screaming, it's me."

Unexpectedly, her body would not only walk by itself, but also talk by itself, Wen Ziying was startled.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I said it was me."

"Do you think you are defrauding by phone? Do I have to cooperate and say 'oh oh oh, it's you'?"

This girl is very good at complaining.

"I'm you from the future, and I have important things to do here." Xia Yu felt that Wen Ziying was not an alien who would believe it, so he changed his rhetoric.

Wen Ziying was not sure whether what Xia Yu said was true, she followed Xia Yu's words and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Confidential matters."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, I will leave after I achieve my goal. Now tell me where is your home?"

"Aren't you the future me? I don't know where my home is?" Wen Ziying asked in a mocking tone.

"I am you in seventy years. When you are ninety years old, can you still remember where you lived when you were twenty?" Xia Yu said calmly.

"I'm seventeen!" Wen Ziying corrected.

"Okay, okay, seventeen."

Xia Yu asked again, and under the guidance of the girl, he arrived at Wen Ziying's house.

It was an ordinary commodity house.

Entering the house and coming to the bedroom, Xia Yu first called up the bonus panel and took a look.

[Language bonus lv1, inspiration bonus lv1, screenwriting bonus lv1]

There is no writing bonus!

I looked again carefully,

Xia Yu's doubts disappeared.

Novel creation is telling a story, and screenwriting is also telling a story. With the addition of language talent, it is not difficult to become a best-selling author.

Text is also a kind of language.

At the same time, Chinese is a language, and English is also a language. With this, he can master other languages.

He turned his attention to the last bonus.

Inspiration, it should be said is creative inspiration, which is not only used in story creation, but also in painting creation and music creation.

However, Xia Yu is not planning to do any creation at the moment, and it has no effect for the time being.

"What are you doing?" Wen Ziying asked Xia Yu again.

"Learn a foreign language," Xia Yu replied.

"You're dreaming!" Wen Ziying's reaction was fierce.

"...I mean it literally." Xia Yu explained.

Wen Ziying didn't answer Xia Yu immediately. No matter who it happened to, this kind of self-indulgence would be very embarrassing.

"Where do I start?" Xia Yu gave the girl a step up.

"So, me from the future, did you forget the English you knew?" Wen Ziying exposed Xia Yu's lie.

Sighing, Xia Yu said, "Forget it, I'll tell you. Fifty years later, a group of monsters crawled out of the burrow and took over the world. They wiped out all human language memory, leaving humans only Can make beeping sounds, can't communicate, so can't organize against them."

"I came here to reproduce the human language and organize human beings to overthrow the rule of the monsters." Xia Yu was very happy making nonsense.

"Do you believe me?" Wen Ziying asked.

"So you used to believe that your body would be controlled by others?" Xia Yu asked back.

The girl didn't answer, she skipped the topic and started teaching directly.

Hang up all nineteen experience cards, even if the language is difficult, Xia Yu can learn it quickly.

Eight hours passed, and when he returned to his body, his language skills had reached level 3.

At this level, living in the second district is no longer a problem.

The skills of the game, as long as one aspect meets the upgrade conditions, the remaining aspects will also be upgraded to the corresponding level.

The lv3 language, in addition to other languages ​​such as english, french and russian, also gave Xia Yu the ability to grasp words.

For example, when I saw the sea before, I could only sigh onomatopoeia, but now, I can use some rhetoric such as metaphor and parallelism to describe it.

This ability has no effect except for writing.

Importantly, the foreign language issue was finally resolved.

After clicking on the column, Xia Yu deleted Wen Ziying, thinking that it would be a few days before adding An Siyao back.

Today is late at night on the 19th, the 20th will be in ten minutes, the 26th will be the time for the third match, and there are still six days left.

She will see An Siyao in six days.

The column has been vacated for An Siyao, but Xia Yu has not come up with an answer in his heart.

Forget it, let nature take its course, first set a small goal of 3 billion monthly turnover, so that you can afford it if you want to.

Lying on the bed, Xia Yu fell asleep.

After the sun rose, he went downstairs and bought a copy of the Arctic Daily. There was no missing person notice for Akalin on it. There was nothing wrong with An Siyao.

He arrived at the white cat with confidence.