[Host: Hao Yun]
[Programming: 1]
[Music: 2]
At 11 o'clock in the evening, the lights in the dormitory were turned off. Hao Yun was lying on his back, staring at the property panel in a daze.
The total attribute points are only 3, which still feels very weak...
What's more, unlike programming, he knows nothing about music, so he doesn't know how long it will take for this attribute to take effect.
Thinking of this, Hao Yun sighed in his heart.
It would have been nice if I had been a little luckier and randomly assigned my skill points to programming.
At least he was very interested in making games, having tasted a little bit of the sweetness.
What's more, in his vague memory, his job in his previous life was game planning, and developing games was considered his old profession.
"Don't think about it anymore..."
At present, there are two ways to trigger system tasks, either waiting for opportunities, or creating opportunities and taking the initiative.
And the key to everything is how to arouse the roommates’ ambition—oh no, ambition!
If they lie around like a salted fish all day long and live like ordinary university monks, how can they become winners in life? How else can I buy a car, a house, or a submarine
Thinking of this, Hao Yun felt that he could not wait any longer, so he cleared his throat and was about to speak.
But at this moment, Zhu Kening, who usually talked the most, spoke before him.
"Speaking of Brother Yun."
"Um?"
"Your dad, why did you give you this name in the first place?"
Hao Yun was stunned for a moment and said: "This... is nothing special, right? I'm on my way to success, my ambition is soaring... My father wanted me to take the public examination before, but I'm not interested. I'll probably live up to his expectations."
Zheng Xueqian: "I thought it was a homophone for good luck."
Liang Ziyuan nodded and rarely interrupted.
"I thought that was it too."
Hao Yun smiled and said: "Good luck? It probably means this... But I feel like I haven't had any good luck in the past 18 years."
Otherwise, this potential value cannot be explained.
Even the system that came from nowhere complained about his luck.
Zheng Xueqian looked at Zhu Kening.
"Speaking of you? Is there any story behind your name?"
"It must be there," Zhu Kening said with a smile, "My hometown is in Ning County, and my father named me Kening in order to improve the feng shui of our county."
Zheng Xueqian was stunned for a moment.
"What? To improve Feng Shui, the word "ke" is used. Are you trying to overcome Feng Shui or improve Feng Shui... "
"You know nothing," Zhu Kening glanced at him sideways, "This is going to defeat the poverty of Ning County."
Liang Ziyuan said speechlessly: "...Can we still understand it this way?"
Zheng Xueqian complained in a low voice: "I've only heard of giving names to whatever is missing in life, but this is the first time I've heard of using names to control the feng shui of hometowns. You, dad, are very lenient."
Whatever arrangements are missing in life will be fine.
But it seems to be the case. It is said that when someone is born, the fortune teller calculates that the five elements are short of gold, and he will add gold or xin to the name. If there is a lack of wood, he will add sen.
Now that I think about it...
Don’t you have bad luck in your life
Gan!
Perhaps the speaker was unintentional but the listener was intentional. Hao Yun suddenly thought of a kind of athlete's foot medicine called Daxonine and blurted it out subconsciously.
"Maybe it's not necessarily Feng Shui."
Zhu Kening was stunned for a moment.
"What?"
"It may also be a cure..."
Zheng Xueqian and Liang Ziyuan didn't react at first, but they soon understood what Hao Yun meant, and both couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Especially Zheng Xueqian, this kid is the most ungrateful. He can't stop laughing. He also likes to hammer the quilt while laughing, without any concealment.
Zhu Kening frowned: "Is there something wrong with you?"
Hao Yun, who was holding back his laughter, coughed twice and quickly changed the topic: "We won't talk about names anymore, it's too boring. Let's talk about life and ideals... Let's start with the dormitory principal. Come on, Brother Kening, you What is your dream?”
dream
Zhu Kening answered this question almost without hesitation.
"Be an official!"
No surprises.
On the first day he came to the dormitory, Hao Yun saw that this guy was very addicted to officialdom.
"The problem in Ning County is not Feng Shui, but poverty! If I were the county magistrate, the first thing I would do after taking office would be to lead the villagers out of poverty and become rich and prosperous!"
Wonderful!
I didn’t expect that this guy still harbors such ambition
It doesn't look like he's a complete idiot.
After hearing these words, Hao Yun's impression of him changed slightly.
However, this change in impression did not last for half a minute, and was quickly replaced by another negative emotion.
This guy…
Once the chat box is opened, there is no end!
Starting from the great ideal of revitalizing his hometown, Comrade Zhu Kening talked about the agriculture of his hometown, then talked about the corn field in front of his home, and then the topic somehow flew to the Chinese teacher of the neighbor's child next door to his second-in-law's house. I complained about the problem of education in my hometown.
At first, the three people in the dormitory listened attentively, but later they became more and more sleepy.
Liang Ziyuan clicked his tongue and put on his headphones.
Zheng Xueqian's eyelids were fighting and he almost fell asleep.
Hao Yun hadn't completely given up on him yet, his eyes were still staring straight at him.
But soon, even he was disappointed.
No new tasks pop up, and the potential value is still a question mark, with no change at all.
It seems that simple YY can't change anything, and the system doesn't think that this guy will remember how awesome he was tonight after getting up.
Putting the monitor aside, Hao Yun looked at the sleepy Zheng Xueqian and asked him the same question.
"What about you? Do you have any dreams?"
"Dream? Oh, dream..." The sleepy Zheng Xueqian yawned, smacked his lips and said, "I don't have that many ideas, just study hard and that's it."
Hao Yun said in a persuasive tone: "Then do you like programming?"
Zheng Xueqian was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not... I've already signed up for this major, but I don't have to learn it. Ah, of course, I didn't preview it at all, I just flipped through it casually."
Hao Yun: "..."
The potential value still hasn't changed at all.
There is no task panel pop-up either.
It seems that today is not the turning point of this guy's fate.
Apart from myself, there was only one person in the dormitory who did not join in this topic.
Looking at Zi Yuan who was putting on his headphones and getting ready to sleep, Hao Yun knocked on the railing beside the bed and asked.
"Where's Brother Ziyuan? Do you have any dreams?"
"Me?" Liang Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a moment and said, "Publish an album of my own..."
When Hao Yun heard this, he immediately became energetic.
"I understand what you mean, but I have never thought about a bigger ideal, such as becoming the king of music—"
"That's too far," Liang Ziyuan paused and said, "Besides, it doesn't matter whether you're the king of music or not. I just simply like music. I don't mind if others like it or not."
Zheng Xueqian complained softly: "We don't mind."
Liang Ziyuan: “…”
Still no task reminder pop-up window appears, it seems that there is no chance today.
Hao Yun sighed and was about to sleep when he suddenly heard Jian Liang Ziyuan turn the topic to him.
"And you?"
Seeing that Zheng Xueqian didn't respond, Hao Yun was slightly stunned and pointed at himself.
"...are you asking me?"
Liang Ziyuan nodded.
"I'm curious, what is your dream?"
At this moment, not only Liang Ziyuan, but also Tao Tao, Zhu Kening, and Zheng Xueqian, who was about to go to bed, all reacted, and their ears pricked up.
Not understanding why his sons were interested in his own affairs, Hao Yun thought for a while, then lay down and spoke.
"Maybe... a game?"
Zheng Xueqian: "Playing games? I haven't seen you playing."
Hao Yun: "Maybe a game designer."
Liang Ziyuan: "Why the questioning tone?"
"Because I don't know," Hao Yun sighed helplessly, "Maybe I am the kind of person who has no dreams... Anyway, if I can make a little fortune, maybe I will be satisfied."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Kening said in an old-fashioned way.
"I'm telling you, generally people with this kind of personality should not be underestimated."
"If you are satisfied with making a small fortune, then what kind of small fortune counts as a small fortune? Asking for nothing is the so-called asking for everything. Only when you don't want anything in particular can you want everything."
Zheng Xueqian laughed.
"Okay, Lao Zhu started talking nonsense again seriously."
Liang Ziyuan didn't speak, but silently turned up the volume of his headphones.
Seeing that no one believed in him, Zhu Kening sighed.
"Hey, you all don't believe me, but what I tell you is the truth. Anyway, sooner or later you will understand these principles of how to behave in the world, so I, the dormitory manager, won't say more."
If you don’t ask for anything, then what is the so-called asking for everything…
Feeling uncomfortable with others speaking to him in a familiar tone, Hao Yun shrugged helplessly.
"Maybe."
He turned over and faced the wall, yawned and was about to fall asleep.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought that he still had a useless memory fragment.
With a slight movement in his heart, Hao Yun opened the system panel, found the rice-sized transparent crystal lying in the inventory, and gently held it between his fingertips.
"… What could it be?"
With a little bit of curiosity, I exerted a little force on my fingertips.
The memory fragments the size of rice grains instantly turned into spots of light all over the sky and merged into his Tianling Cap.
A familiar warmth spread down his spine and enveloped his brain.
[Unlock Memory·Song: "Fireworks Easily Cold"]
The familiar melody, wrapped in a torrent of memories, merged into his consciousness.
It feels like another piece of a broken jigsaw puzzle has been put together.
Hao Yun could remember who sang this song, and he vaguely remembered how surprised he was when he first heard the song, but he couldn't remember more details.
"...Is it music this time?"
Raising his index finger and pressing it between his eyebrows, Hao Yun tried hard to digest the sense of disobedience that came with the memory of his previous life.
Although he is not good at singing, this gift from the system gave him a wake-up call.
He already had an idea in his mind about how to trigger the next mission.