Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

A package of instant noodles that has expired for a long time is not barreled. There is no brand. It costs two yuan a bag.

Lin Jinan ate with hot water, and when he had something in his stomach, he stopped.

Lin Jinan, who is lying in bed thinking about life, is getting more and more dizzy. He raises his soft arm and covers his forehead.

Oh, no, he seems to have a fever. He has to take medicine quickly

Barefoot on the floor of Lin Jinan, straight forward..

The end of the calf, this must knock the head to break, before fainting, Lin Jinan brain emerged a lot of messy ideas.

Perhaps he woke up again, has broken his head and blood, or directly fell into a fool.

The man in suit appeared out of thin air, just like performing a science fiction blockbuster. He caught the soft and soft youth.

Zhou xingsang, who was holding a man to his bed, was dim in his eyes, his fingers trembling slightly, and touched the young man's face.

He rubbed the blue birthmark, and the crazy paranoid mood of his eyes almost turned his eyes into blood red. He bent down with restraint and patience and touched the young man's lips.

And memory of the same, very soft, with a sweet taste, he was fascinated.

Lin Jinan had a dream. There was a huge stone on his body, which was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

Stone alone is not enough. In the dream, a vine grew out of nowhere. It drilled into his mouth and rolled his tongue.

The bitter juice flowed down the throat into the stomach, which was hard to drink.

Lin Jinan sat up with his body half supported. His consciousness slowly returned and his eyes became clear.

His stomach was not hungry at all. He felt his forehead. The skin under his forehead was not as hot as last night's, and his mouth was filled with bitter taste, just like chewing gall raw.

The position of the glasses on the bedside table has changed, and there is less water in it.

Lin Jinan was slightly stunned. After a long time, he said, "brother Tong, after I fainted, did the burglar come into the room?"

Look around the other things, put in order, or the original position.

Only the glass, changed.

Lin Jinan didn't believe it was just his own illusion. He half narrowed his eyes and looked serious, as if he had encountered a puzzle.

Doors and windows have not been pried open traces, things so strange happened.

"Mr. Lin, I can't tell you." The system replied that it could not say a word.

"Headquarters? They're limiting your rights. Why? It has nothing to do with the mission. " Lin Jinan is a little fidgety. He has a small pimple on his arm.

In the tone of voice a little more shrunk, boldly guessed, "is there a ghost in this world?"

"No, Mr. Lin, don't worry. The world is safe." The system denies that it's in the back, trying to say, "that thing at night, won't hurt you."

This attempt can really speak out. When the system wants to prompt a few more words, it is forbidden.

Lin Jinan picked eyebrows, heart, the headquarters is really more and more able to do things.

Regardless of the existence of the "thing", what he has to do now is to find a way to make money, and then go to do the task after he has filled his stomach.

In the balance of the mobile phone, there are several hundred yuan. Lin Jinan put on his clothes and went to the baozi shop downstairs to buy a bag of steamed bread.

Cheap but also anti hunger, economic benefits, is what he can afford at present.

There are still more than 20 days before the next month's payment. Lin Jinan can't call himself starving to death.

After eating the steamed bread, Lin Jinan turned on his computer and connected the WiFi of the user next door. He began to study the works of the original owner.

The original owner wrote 30 books, each of which was limited to about 500000 words.

The protagonist inside, looks like a girl, always crying, but also like to make trouble without reason.

In the comment area, there are a lot of negative scores, not only that, they also leave messages to scold the author.

The original master had the heart to do diamond. He insisted on being himself no matter how others scolded him.

For him, writing is just a tool to make money and survive.