Chapter 13 (2/2)
Zheng Xueqian is two eyelids fight, almost did not sleep.
Hao Yun didn't give up completely, but his eyes were still staring.
But soon, even he was disappointed.
No new tasks pop up, the potential value is still a question mark, there is no change.
It seems that YY alone can't change anything, and the system doesn't think that this guy can still remember the big blow tonight after he gets up.
Leaving the monitor aside, Hao Yun looks at the sleepy Zheng Xueqian and throws the same question at him.
”And you? Do you have any dreams? ”
”Dream? Oh, dream... ”The sleepy Zheng Xueqian yawned and said,” I don't have so many ideas. I'll finish reading well. ”
Hao Yun said with persuasion, ”do you like programming?”
Zheng Xueqian was stunned, then said with a smile.
”What do you like or dislike about this... The newspaper has applied for this major, but it's not necessary to learn. Ah, of course, I didn't preview it at all. I just flipped through it. ”
Hao Yun
There is still no change in the potential value.
There is no task panel pop-up.
It seems that today is not the turning point of this guy's fate.
In addition to myself, the last one in the dormitory didn't join the topic.
Looking at Ziyuan, who is going to sleep with headphones on, Hao Yun knocks on the railing beside the bed and asks.
”What about brother Ziyuan? Do you have any dreams? ”
”Me?” Liang Ziyuan was slightly stunned, frowned and thought for a moment, and said, ”I'll make my own album...”
On hearing this, Hao Yun suddenly became energetic.
”I know what you mean, but I didn't think of a more ambitious ideal, such as becoming the king of the singing world.”
”That's too far,” Liang Ziyuan said with a pause, ”and it doesn't matter what the king of the singing world is. I just like music, and I don't mind whether other people like it or not.”
Zheng Xueqian whispered Tucao: ”we make complaints about it.”
Liang Ziyuan
There is still no task to remind the pop-up window, it seems that today is no play.
Hao Yun sighs and is about to go to sleep when he hears that Jianliang Ziyuan throws the topic at him.
”And you?”
Seeing that Zheng Xueqian didn't respond, Hao Yun was slightly stunned and pointed to himself.
”... are you asking me?”
Liang Ziyuan nodded.
”I wonder what your dream is.”
At this moment, not only Liang Ziyuan, but also Taotao, who didn't feel Zhu Kening, and Zheng Xueqian, who was preparing to go to bed, responded. One or two of them raised their ears.
Don't understand why the sons will be interested in their own things, Hao Yun thought for a while, lying flat and said.
”Probably... Games?”
Zheng Xueqian: ”playing games? I didn't see you play. ”
Hao Yun: ”maybe a game designer.”
Liang Ziyuan: ”why is the interrogative tone?”
”Because I don't know,” Hao Yun sighed helplessly, ”maybe I'm the kind of person who has no dream... In short, if I can make a little fortune, maybe I'll be satisfied.”
Hearing this, Zhu Kening said in an old voice.
”I'll tell you, generally, people with this kind of character can't be underestimated.”
”A little fortune is enough. What kind of fortune is a little fortune? If you want nothing, you want everything. If you want nothing, you want everything. ”
Zheng Xueqian laughed.
”Well, Lao Zhu's serious bullshit again.”
Liang Ziyuan did not speak, but quietly turned up the volume of the headset.
Seeing that no one believed him, Zhu Kening sighed.
”Well, you don't believe me. I'm telling you the truth. Well, sooner or later, you will understand the principles of dealing with people. I'm not going to talk about them as the head of the dormitory. ”
If you don't ask for anything, do you ask for it
Hao Yun shrugs helplessly because he is not used to the way other people talk to him.
”Maybe.”
Turning over to face the wall, yawning, he was about to go to sleep.
But at this time, he suddenly thought that he had a memory fragment that was useless.
With a slight movement in his heart, Hao Yun opened the system panel, found the transparent crystal about the size of a grain of rice lying in the inventory, and gently pinched it at his fingertips.
”... what could it be?”
With a trace of curiosity, fingertips slightly forced.
I saw the memory fragment of the size of a grain of Rice turned into a light spot all over the sky in an instant and merged into his tianlinggai.
A familiar warm current spread down his spine and wrapped his brain.
[unlock memory · song: fireworks are easy to be cold]
The melody of deja vu, with a torrent of memories, was integrated into his consciousness.
That kind of feeling is like a dilapidated jigsaw puzzle, which has been put together again.
Hao Yun can remember who sang this song, and vaguely remember the surprise when he first heard it, but he can't remember more details.
”... is it music this time?”
Raising his index finger and pressing it on his eyebrows, Hao Yun tried 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 reminds him.
He already has ideas in his mind about how to trigger the next task.