"No. 1042, eat faster!"
"Hair affects study, don't grow it, cut it above the ears."
"What are you playing with? It's time to study."
"Where did you get these books? Burn them all."
…
"No. 1042's intelligence test score is 195, and his physical fitness test score is F."
"Is she really 195? But she looks stupid, like she can't think."
"No, her personality is not sound and she cannot adapt to the subsequent experiments."
"No. 1042 was judged to be defective."
Jiuhua woke up suddenly, scratched her hair irritably, and found herself sleeping on the sofa with a light grey blanket covering her shoulders.
The room was quiet. Two pairs of slippers were neatly placed at the entrance. Lu Yao and Harold went out, probably to the hospital to see Qing Mei.
Jiuhua raised her hand and gently touched her brows. She had been living such a busy life recently that she actually developed bad habits.
They only came to my house twice, and as soon as they left, the room seemed inexplicably empty. It was so strange.
Dark emotions are like damp moss or hot sweat oozing out of the skin, soaking clothes bit by bit and bringing a sticky and unrefreshing feeling.
Jiuhua got up, drank a glass of water, walked barefoot to the entrance, put on her slippers, opened the door and went out.
The gray cumulus clouds were like a thick winter quilt, pressing down on half of the sky.
Jiuhua lay on the roof of the apartment building with a blank look in her eyes.
In the distance, a flock of sparrows flew by sparsely, and the cumulus clouds pressed down a little more.
There is heavy rain today.
Jiuhua slowly closed her eyes. The cold wind blew on her skin, feeling icy cold, and even her thoughts gradually calmed down.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked in confusion.
Jiuhua suddenly opened her eyes and met Harold's frowning brows, stunned: "Why are you back?"
According to the previous pattern, she thought they would stay in the hospital until the afternoon and then go directly back to the deep sea.
Harold picked her up and said, "It's going to rain. Lu Yao said to wait until the rain stops before returning to the store. Go down and open the door."
It’s not that he couldn’t force his way through the door, but Lu Yao wouldn’t let him.
Downstairs, Lu Yao was standing at the door carrying two bags of food, and he looked quite interested: "It looks like it's going to rain, so I bought some food, and some fresh seafood from the sea, and I'll cook some hot pot later."
Jiuhua entered the code with a wooden face, opened the door, and muttered quietly: "Hotpot, it's so troublesome."
Harold heard it and said proudly: "Lu Yao's hot pot is super delicious, you just wash the vegetables."
Jiuhua: “…”
Jiuhua’s apartment is very large, on a high floor, and has a very good environment.
One wall in the living room was opened up to create a huge floor-to-ceiling window with one-way perspective.
They sorted out the ingredients and sat down on the glass low table by the floor-to-ceiling window.
As soon as the hot pot started to boil, it started to rain heavily.
Jiuhua was staring out the window in a daze. Lu Yao picked up the blanched lobster and put it into her bowl. "It's freshly cooked. It's very tender. Dip it in the secret sauce I made. It's super delicious."
"Thank you." Jiuhua ate delicately, chewing slowly and unhurriedly.
Harold was in a rush, and soon a small mountain of food debris was piled up on the table.
As giant dragons, the small shells of lobsters and crabs are actually nothing, but they affect the taste.
"Qingmei is fine now, but she needs some time to recuperate. She told me today that her position in the company is still reserved for her, and she will go back to work after she recovers."
Lu Yao kept throwing ingredients into the pot, mostly fresh seafood and thinly sliced meat, which were cooked after boiling in the soup. He then took them out and shared them with each man and the dragon.
Jiuhua nodded, "I guessed it, she's fine this way."
Qingmei spent ten years to get her current job, and has now obtained a formal resident certificate in Yeguang City. She will live a good life in the future and her life will be smooth sailing.
She lowered her head and bit open the abalone, chewing it hard, swallowing it before continuing to speak: "Will you not come to Night Light City in the future?"
There are a lot of discussions about the Furry Shop on the Internet. The people in this world were originally believers of the Deep Sea Goddess. The rumors about the Furry Shop are related to the Sea of Gods where the Goddess lives, and they spread quickly on the Internet.
Some people don't believe it, but more people, after reading the 800 versions of "about the furry shop" described by netizens and experiencing it personally, all said they "want to go."
Lu Yao nodded, "I would like to explore the city more, but I definitely won't have time to come over recently. With Qingmei gone, the store will be even more overstaffed and too busy to handle it."
"Yeah, that's right." Jiuhua nodded, as if she didn't receive the signal at all.
Lu Yao picked up some more food for her. After they finished the hotpot, the heavy rain turned into light rain.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Jiuhua found a book and curled up on the sofa to read, completely ignoring the two guests.
Harold finished washing the dishes, fell on the carpet and fell asleep.
Lu Yao's goal had not yet been achieved, so he wandered around the room.
The most common things in Jiuhua's apartment are books and various electronic products, and densely packed reading notes can be seen everywhere.
She obtained the other party's consent and began to look through the books on the bookshelf.
History, geography, natural sciences... Just let the system scan it once and you can leave the complete information.
There are eight cities similar to Nightlight City around it, called Star Cities, but their level of development is far less than that of Nightlight City.
Eighty percent of the land in Star City is used to grow crops and raise livestock, and each Star City has different specialties.
Fleets are used to transport materials and communicate between cities.
The origin of world history began with the advent of the Mother Goddess Cuihuangxing. Legend has it that the surface of this world was originally covered by sea water and there was no land. It was the Mother Goddess who used her divine power to build a shelter for mankind.
…
Lu Yao had a rough understanding of the world and continued to explore the bookshelf, where he saw two rows of books that were completely different in style from the rest of the collection.
The books Jiuhua reads cover all aspects, some with simple content, while others are very obscure and difficult to understand.
But the covers of these two rows of books were colorful, and the titles had an online literary style. Lu Yao couldn't help but open one, read a few rows, and then sat down cross-legged.
Lu Yao read half of the book and felt his neck ache, so he tilted his head back to move it. Then he realized that he had been absorbed in the book without noticing.
This is a very interesting novel. The most important thing is that the plot is light and interesting, which makes it very relaxing to read.
This was her first time seeing something from another world, so she watched it with great interest.
Lu Yao stood up and scanned the bookshelf, trying to find another book that interested him. Suddenly, his eyes froze and he lowered his head to look at the book in his hand.
Nine sparrows.
The two rows of books with different painting styles are all works by an author named "Nine Sparrows".
Lu Yao turned his head to look at Jiuhua who was lying on the sofa reading a book, with the book covering her face, rising and falling gently with her breathing.
There is a microcomputer on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Lu Yao had played with it twice before. It has similar functions to a tablet.
She picked it up and tried to search the name "Nine Sparrows", and thousands of results popped up immediately.
Nine Sparrows, a genius novelist.
Since his debut, he has published dozens of works with a light-hearted and humorous style, which makes reading them a pleasure.
…
After reading the information about Nine Sparrows on the Internet, Lu Yao found the website where she published her works. Under the latest serialized works, the comments were torn between two extremes.
[The story written by Dada is so interesting, I love it! ]
[Good, my favorite author. ]
…
[I have been writing for so many years and still follow the same routine. My writing style has not improved at all.]
[The writing is rubbish, the plot is rubbish, the author is rubbish. ]
…
Lu Yao browsed through the comments, his emotions rising and falling with the comments.
Suddenly, the micro-brain in her hand was taken away. Jiuhua woke up, rubbed her eyes and looked at the micro-brain, "Why are you looking at this?"
Lu Yao touched the tip of his nose and asked cautiously: "You frequently enter the sea of garbage, is it because of those comments?"
Jiuhua, nine sparrows.
Needless to say, they are the same person.
Lu Yao initially thought that Jiuhua's writing style was similar to the news reports she wrote for Qingmei, with a serious style, refined wording, and a more dramatic style.
Most of the books in her apartment are on social studies and psychology, but Nine Sparrows is a well-known sand sculpture player on the Internet, and his works are known for their light-hearted sand sculptures.
Jiuhua shook her head, "This is probably not the reason for entering the garbage sea."
Lu Yao: "What's the reason? I'm really curious."
Jiuhua stared at Lu Yao for a while, "Do you know what the sign of a story's death is?"
Lu Yao shook his head, thought for a moment, and gave another answer: "When the author is constantly denied?"
Jiuhua waved her hand. "For me, it's when I lose confidence in the world I created. For an author who loses confidence, the pen in his hand that seems to have magic and can create everything will stagnate. An author without confidence is like a waste, and the slightest emotional fluctuation can crush him. Every time I go to the furry shop, it's when my consciousness is slack and I am like a waste."
Lu Yao's eyes widened: "... You don't have to be so hard on yourself. Maybe you are just tired, and you will recover after a good rest."
Jiuhua actually nodded, "Well, I'm used to my emotions breaking down anytime and anywhere. Most of the time, I just need to sleep. But going to the furry shop is a better way to recover than sleeping. In that sea, I seemed to be able to do anything. After going there twice, I wanted to go to the sea again and tried many ways. In the end, I found that when I doubted my own world and the boundary between reality and fantasy blurred, I would succeed."
Lu Yao: "…What kind of monster is the author of the novel?"
Jiuhua shrugged: "It's just that simple."
Lu Yao didn't expect that Jiuhua kept going to the furry shop for this reason, but the result was not too bad for her, "Will you come to the store again in the future?"
Jiuhua nodded: "Yes. Come when you have time. I started writing novels because of my social phobia. After I officially became a novelist, I found that people with real social phobia cannot write good novels."
That's why she has so many books, and she constantly relies on books and knowledge to make up for the lack of life experience.
Lu Yao's eyes lit up. This was the entry point she was waiting for. "Jiuhua, I have a suggestion. Do you want to come to my shop and be a clerk? You know how special the furry shop is. We can't recruit clerks from among the customers, but you are special. You are not that afraid of people in the sea, and you don't have to keep in contact with customers. You can also collect a lot of materials."
Jiuhua blinked, considering the possibility of this suggestion.