I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

Brother, here we come!

The system sounded the crisp mechanical female voice after a long absence.

"Ding, the lost book has been opened, it's empty, there's nothing there."

"???"

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In Shi Qinghai's unbelievable and unwilling emotions, he was finally able to read the first page of this book in the virtual panel of the system!

"Outline!"

This is the outline of the book?

Shi Qinghai twitched his eyebrows, and his heart was racing!

What a snakeskin author!Write a book without an outline!

Shi Qinghai vomited, no way, no way, does anyone really write a book without an outline?

But the fact is right in front of us, no matter how hopeful Shi Qinghai is, this book called I really don't want to be the protagonist really has no outline.

Maybe the author has to go through a very difficult period when creating every day, so he can only update this little.

Shi Qinghai flipped back and forth several times, and found that the book was really blank, so he had no choice but to accept this fact.

Shi Qinghai was downcast.

This wave of losses, a full [-] reversal value was in vain!

Just when Shi Qinghai was about to shut down the system, the system suddenly sent another notification!

"Ding, harvest a hidden mission without an outline."

And on the side of his property panel, a new frame appeared, with the words "hidden mission" written on it.

Below is a blank.

Yo, maybe there are additional surprises!

Shi Qinghai's disappointed heart revived, and he clicked tentatively, but there was no response at all.

It seems that the current hidden mission has not been opened yet

Shi Qinghai felt that he had been brushed by the system again

I studied on my own for a while again, but I still couldn't find any birds.As a last resort, Shi Qinghai had no choice but to turn off the system and prepare to go out to watch the annual party of Fushi University.

The base exploded, no problem.

Walking out of the lounge, Shi Qinghai could clearly feel that the entire campus was immersed in a lively atmosphere.

The noise of students talking or doing activities quickly entered Shi Qinghai's ears.

Shi Qinghai glanced back at the principal's lounge, and had to sigh that the sound insulation of this lounge is really good, suitable for doing bad things.

Walking down the steps and out of the building, Shi Qinghai walked into the bustling street.

The recent students have followed the trend, and many stalls have been placed on the ground.

There are students who sell books, CDs, figures, girlfriends and so on.

There are also students selling octopus balls, finger cakes, Wu Dalang sesame cakes, and wife cakes.

According to this beautiful female student, if you buy a wife cake, you can find a wife within a month.

On the other side, a short male student said that after eating Wu Dalang sesame seed cakes, he would find his own Pan Jinlian.

Their exaggerated slogans attracted many students to buy.

Seeing this, Shi Qinghai thought it was very funny.

The activity room is so big, although it can accommodate thousands of people, the whole school has more than [-] people in total, so many students hold activities outside the venue to contribute their part to the school's anniversary celebration. angry.

This kind of rare time still needs to be enjoyed, instead of blindly living in your own world.

"A bowl of Mengpo soup costs five yuan! Come and drink Mengpo soup!"

"Forget all your troubles, it's now!"

Walking through an intersection, an old woman with a hunched waist and a strong white monster makeup in front of her attracted Shi Qinghai's attention.

She was holding a big spoon in her hand, shaking it in a big pot, and this big pot was emitting cold white smoke, which was really a smoking eyeball.

Many students had already gathered there, holding bowls of Mengpo soup one after another, drinking with relish.

Shi Qinghai came up with a plan and walked over with a smile.

Originally, there were many students around the old woman, but when Shi Qinghai walked over, the students around gave way one after another.

This is a kind of temperament, a kind of aura, needless to say.

"Meng Po" looked up at Shi Qinghai, said hoarsely: "Meng Po soup, five yuan a bowl."

Yes, you have to do a full set of acting.

Shi Qinghai felt that the figure of Granny Meng was somewhat familiar, even though she was wearing heavy makeup.