Chapter 93: “The character is in my hands now. I call the shots.”
“Have you recorded all of Brother ng’s expressions?”
Chu Zu paused his setting correction and asked the system.
The system was still reliable while fighting on two fronts.
On one hand, it was assisting the host in the supplentary setting’s retrospection, and on the other hand, it was keeping a close eye on ng Yu'an:
“All eight caras are recording from all angles!”
“Also keep an eye on his settings. Mark down any changes, additions, or deletions, and we’ll study them afterwards.”
Little Yellow Chicken: “No problem!”
“Where is little Zu now?”
“Eating wontons in the bar.”
“Is he full?”
“Seventy percent full, but he’s full from drinking. He’s had two bottles of whiskey and is now curled up in a corner of the bar, chatting with a few pretty young ladies to break down the alcohol.”
“I told him to go and find sothing to eat himself. Why did ‘Catch If You Can’ arrange this for soone who has just co of age?”
“Little Zu has been stealing alcohol from ho a long ti ago.”
The system looked through the relevant information.
Because the host had previously said, “are you coming ho tonight,” the world seed to tacitly assu that little Zu had a history of not coming ho many tis and had supplented this part of the setting for him.
“Big Zu doesn't drink. The wine that the boss sends is all kept at ho. Little Zu goes to the ga too frequently, both ntally and physically. He can't adjust. The missing wine is all secretly drunk by him. He was even hospitalized for alcohol poisoning.”
Chu Zu: “...”
He was silent for a long ti and said, “Just chatting, right?”
“Yes.”
The little yellow chicken said, “But if we continue to chat, it’s hard to say.”
“Add a forced setting to ‘Catch If You Can’.”
Chu Zu said quickly, “If it’s not the character design that I wrote directly, and it’s without my consent, then avoid all bad habits that will harm the character.”
“Little Zu can drink, but he can’t drink himself into a dead dog. The sa goes for other habits. I don’t care how the world supplents people into dog shit. The character is in my hands now. I call the shots.”
The system had long been displeased with "Catch If You Can."
Now it was full of energy even fighting on three fronts.
“OK, if there’s a logic BUG, I’ll report it first and block it!”
“You just focus on helping keep an eye on Brother ng. Don’t worry about the logic BUG.” Chu Zu said, “I’ll fix it.”
The three words "I’ll fix it" were said by Chu Zu with a murderous aura that’s what the little yellow chicken thought.
The host did have so anger.
It could be seen from his actions.
This ti, he was writing about big Zu in little Zu's setting collection.
Because he had the authority of two characters in his hands, and the two brothers were basically always together, at most it was a borderline case, not a violation.
The setting could take effect.
The room for manipulation was suddenly much larger.
For example, who on earth did big Zu call?
Little Zu didn't know.
The phone number was not revealed in his setting.
Making a phone call was not important to big Zu.
Big Zu’s environnt determined that he could not be like his younger brother, who would find soone to help him with everything.
He and ng Yu'an had only been together for more than half a year.
The half-hearted care for half a year was of course not enough to make up for the five years of "habit," otherwise he would not have chosen to go back to his parents.
If he really wanted to be straightened out, the one who should have gone to psychotherapy should have been him.
If he had let little Zu be raised by ng Yu'an, perhaps most of the two brothers' problems could have been solved.
There was no "help" option in big Zu’s survival rules.
There wasn't before, and there won't be in the future.
He had made up his mind to co to the Financial Street after being invited by the bracelet.
The reason he had tried to contact soone was just to settle his younger brother.
To be honest, he didn't love his younger brother that much.
He loved too few things.
A little bit of care would be very obvious.
Little Zu should have a lot to say about this.
He felt that the people at the psychological counseling center didn't care about him, because the people there treated every patient with equal care, unlike his older brother, whose favoritism, squeezed out of his selfishness, was dazzling and direct.
So this matter was not written into big Zu’s setting collection either.
That phone call beca Schrödinger's phone call.
The system was half-understanding, and knew that the host seed to have intentionally left a gap.
Although the host didn’t say anything directly, the little yellow chicken, with its long ti together, had gradually understood Chu Zu’s personality.
If it were to speak, it would guess that Chu Zu would say in a calm and composed tone:
“If it’s a world that’s close to reality, it’s not strange for any content to be supplented. Reality is often more magical than fantasy.”
“But you’re a refreshing infinite flow. As soon as you start supplenting, you’re just trying to kill people. What are you doing?”
The host didn’t want to make big Zu too miserable, but he had supplented big Zu to be utterly miserable.
The host didn’t want to make little Zu too miserable, but he had supplented little Zu to the point where he started to drink and was hospitalized.
It was really strange.
He had never encountered such a ss before.
Now that the al was over and what needed to be done had been done, Chu Zu planned to see ng Yu'an again.
It would be best not to see him again before the ending.
***
The bill was paid by Zu Qian.
Not sure how much he would be fined, Zu Qisheng had transferred all his assets to his younger brother.
Just as he was about to pay, he seed to rember sothing and said to ng Yu'an apologetically:
“I’ll ask little Zu to co over. Brother ng, you still have things to do, right? It’s okay to leave first. We’ll see each other again if there’s a chance.”
Of course, ng Yu'an couldn't just leave.
He had an initial capital of 10,000, which was more than enough to pay.
“I suggest you don’t rush to pay the bill.”
Zu Qisheng was contacting his younger brother and said, “If you don’t have enough for the ga deposit, you can either invest, or get a loan, or go to the exchange. Newcors to the Financial Street can easily trip up on these things.”
ng Yu'an actually really wanted to see Zu Qian, so he didn't insist and sat down with him to wait.
When Zu Qian arrived, he was like a pile of mud.
He walked in a straight line with nine twists, and stood in front of his brother like a dog waiting for punishnt.
Zu Qisheng: “Take off your hat.”
He did as he was told.
His hair under the hat was ssy, and so was he.
He had a lipstick mark on his chin.
It was hard to say which bastard had taken advantage of him when he was drunk, or maybe this little rascal had been ssing around after he was drunk.
ng Yu'an's eyebrows were so furrowed that they could kill a fly.
He was obviously thinking about his age.
Zu Qisheng asked in a gentle voice: “Are you awake?”
Zu Qian mumbled: “Mhm…”
With a crisp "slap," Zu Qisheng directly slapped him.
After hitting him, he didn't give his surprised younger brother ti to react.
He grabbed Zu Qian's long hair at his forehead and dragged him forward half a step.
The two faces, which were exactly the sa yet different, were in a standoff.
“Are you awake now?”
His voice was still gentle.
“This is a family matter.”
Zu Qisheng glanced at ng Yu'an sideways, “Do you want to help discipline my brother?”
Zu Qisheng was always very polite.
He would always leave room for maneuver when he spoke and did things.
None of the bosses who had worked with him were comfortable all over.
But when he really decided to do sothing, he was surprisingly decisive and neat.
He didn't give anyone any room to maneuver.
Zu Qian was woken up by a slap.
He subconsciously grabbed the hand in front of him.
After realizing who this person was, he froze: “Brother…”
ng Yu'an noticed that Zu Qisheng’s hand was trembling a little.
He had unconsciously loosened his grip a bit, but then he grabbed his younger brother’s hair even tighter to cover up the trembling of his fingertips.
This movent was very subtle, but ng Yu'an knew that it was a deep-rooted conditioned reflex.
So things, even if they had passed a long ti ago, were forgotten, and the person himself didn’t care, so things would always remain in the body.
When Zu Qisheng lived with him, he was very concerned about distance.
Later, when they said goodbye, he patted the boy’s head.
At that ti, it seed that nothing was wrong, maybe it just seed so.
There would always be so tis when the cold reflex would pierce the unprepared person.
So tis don't have to be special tis, or in normal social situations, or in an unintentional brushing of shoulders on the street, or in a non-malicious touch of a blood relative.
In the end, Zu Qisheng let go of his hand.
His wrist was very thin, and Zu Qian had it wrapped around completely: “Go and pay the bill.”
Zu Qian went to the NPC waiter with a sheepish look.
“The ‘Catch If You Can’ setting is done.”
The system said, “From now on, little Zu is a little bully with no minor flaws, but he won’t change his major flaws!”
“Keep adding.”
Chu Zu said, “I don’t want big Zu to have any remaining psychological trauma. He won’t resist contact, just like all normal people.”
System: “Little Zu’s case can be explained by his older brother keeping an eye on him. Bad habits can get in the way. Even without feelings, he can be managed. How do you explain big Zu?”
“Big Zu has a younger brother.”
Chu Zu smiled politely at ng Yu'an, not caring that the other's complicated feelings were written all over his face. He said to the system, “Little Zu's insensitivity is maxed out. At most, he knows when his older brother is unhappy. At other tis, his senses are completely out of order.”
“If it’s because he’s causing trouble, and his older brother is unhappy, he will restrain himself. But if the reason for big Zu’s unhappiness has nothing to do with him, his simple brain won’t be able to react, and he won’t be able to change.”
Chu Zu said, “If you’re not used to contact, then get used to it. If they really fight, big Zu can’t beat little Zu.”
System: “Okay! I’ll change it right away!”
The author could add fancy tags, but the point of beauty, strength, and tragedy was strength, not beauty, nor tragedy.
Chu Zu also didn’t think that these two characters would think they were miserable.
The environnt had caused many things, but more of it was the individual’s choice under the environnt.
Big Zu had many paths to choose from.
He was smart enough, and rational enough.
He knew that even if his life was a ss, there was still a safety net.
The country was the safety net.
Zu Qisheng did not have no choice, nor was his vision insufficient to find other options.
He just didn't choose.
Since everything was a subjective choice, then don't bla other objective conditions.
If the setting was that Zu Qisheng was a strong person, then he would never bla anyone or anything.
He had known since he was a child that he was responsible for his own choices.
Everything else was an excuse to him.
A strong person does not complain about the environnt.
A strong person changes the environnt.
No matter what kind of weirdness the world supplented each ti, now Chu Zu wanted Zu Qisheng to change the entire Financial Street.
Then he would start by changing himself.
Don’t be so miserable.
It’s not a misery competition.
That would only affect his efficiency in his career.
He had never seen a boss whose only impression left on the readers was "breaking down."
Even if it was only fifty thousand words, it was not acceptable.
It was too cheap.
The sa went for little Zu.
He was a mad dog who liked his older brother more after he found out that his brother was not right, not a stupid dog.
When a mad dog goes crazy, it doesn’t care whose hand is holding the leash.
Don’t be so timid.
No matter who was in charge of the two characters in their way of getting along, their status was the sa.
There was no such thing as one being an appendage of the other.
Change, it all had to be changed.
Once the character design was sorted out, he would start to change it like crazy.
The little yellow chicken accurately understood the host’s spirit.
It dismantled "Catch If You Can" into pieces, quickly added code, and at the sa ti, wrote a long list of user feedback, severely accusing the prop of various problems.
Chu Zu thought for a mont.
In order to test the effect of the modification of "Catch If You Can," he switched to little Zu.
Zu Qian paid the bill with a slap mark on his face and obediently followed his older brother.
Before leaving the restaurant, ng Yu'an had tried to talk to Zu Qisheng.
Zu Qian had asked his older brother who this was, and his older brother had said:
“The detective who took care of for a while.”
Zu Qian’s expression imdiately turned bad, and he glared at Officer ng fiercely.
“What is he here for?”
Zu Qian said, “We can only stay on the Financial Street. We can’t go anywhere. What does he want to do?”
These words were not ant to avoid anyone.
Zu Qisheng didn’t make any excuses for his younger brother’s brainless speech.
After saying goodbye to ng Yu'an, he turned and left.
After that, everything was calm.
He went ho, changed his shoes, transferred the funds back, took a shower, and after the shower, he found a rubber band and tied up the hair in front of his forehead.
After Zu Qian had finished cleaning up, he ca out.
His older brother was looking at the online feedback about "rock, paper, scissors."
“What’s going on with that detective nad ng?”
He asked.
“He said he’s not a detective anymore.”
Zu Qisheng didn’t look up and answered.
“I thought you had work, but you don’t have work. You said you would accompany to take care of my wounds, and then go ho.”
His brother finally deigned to look up and stared at him with a calm gaze.
Zu Qisheng didn’t say anything, but Zu Qian understood his aning.
Why do you think that you are not part of the work?
He knew what his older brother ant.
He thought he was an idiot.
Normally, Zu Qian wouldn't think there was anything wrong.
Compared to his older brother, the entire Financial Street seed quite idiotic.
Now he was done.
He squatted by the sofa, threw the laptop on Zu Qisheng’s lap away, and grabbed his older brother’s hand, prying at the edge of his black glove.
His brother’s hands were very beautiful, fair, and smooth.
Because they were always wrapped in gloves, they were not exposed to the sun and did not touch things directly.
They were different from his own, which were covered in thin calluses.
There was a circle of purple bruises on the side of his wrist, which was close to the bracelet.
Zu Qian knew how strong he was, but the problem was that his older brother didn't say anything.
If he didn't ask, he wouldn't say, but how could a stupid person ask every ti?
So he squeezed the purple bruise again.
Zu Qisheng still had that look: “Are you going to let go?”
“What can you do if I break your hand?”
Zu Qian babbled, “I’ll send you to the hospital. It won’t affect your work. Actually, it won’t affect your work at all. It will only affect your ga…”
“Oh, right. You should exercise more. Even if you beat the other person to a serious injury, you can still afford to pay. Otherwise, what’s the point of you making money?”
He raised his head and looked up at his high and mighty brother.
“Did I ever ask you why you make money?”
It was often said that Zu Qian was a madman.
He was mad in a unique way.
For example, he would suddenly have a breakdown in the middle of a critical mont in a ga and co up with a few inexplicable questions that had nothing to do with the ga and not much to do with himself.
It was also said that he was always recklessly mad when he broke the rules.
Not everyone had Zu Qisheng’s foundation.
The fine was much higher than the ga deposit.
Breaking the rules was really putting one’s life on the line.
This kind of person would die in the ga sooner or later.
But it was not like that for Zu Qian.
His brain was indeed not good.
When a problem arose, he couldn't grasp the thought of that mont.
He would only realize it later.
And when he realized it later, if he still didn't speak up, wouldn't he just be waiting for internal friction?
Zu Qian never had internal friction.
He would let others die of exhaustion before he would make himself uncomfortable.
In short, Zu Qian now wanted to get an answer.
Movies or literary works would describe a stalemate in great detail.
For example, in a living room with no lights on, the fluorescent billboard for an investnt was lit up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Their floor was very high, and the noise of the street could not reach it.
There was only the ticking of the clock and each other’s breathing.
Or, for example, the computer that Zu Qian had thrown aside was not closed.
The fluorescent light from the screen cast a bright light on Zu Qian’s glasses, covering his eyes.
And, for example, the force with which Zu Qian was pressing was getting heavier.
He was really considering whether to break his older brother’s wrist.
If that was the only way to make his older brother realize that he was seriously asking, he would do it.
But in fact, the standoff only lasted for a very short ti.
It couldn’t be called a flash of lightning.
Zu Qisheng was a very efficient person.
It was as if when he had sold his feelings for his younger brother, he had also sold his own "procrastination."
But that should be impossible.
Although Zu Qisheng’s "procrastination" was very valuable, selling "procrastination" was equal to selling all possibilities of hesitation.
He would beco a person who would step on the gas and rush forward no matter what happened, at a lightning speed, and would not have ti to react if he hit sothing.
The exchange’s concept judgnt had always been exaggerated, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why, just by selling a little bit of brotherly love, his older brother’s attitude towards him had completely changed.
“I will remove your na from the household registration. You will not have the right to live in the house. You will be judged to be in violation.”
Zu Qisheng said, “I’ll ask you one more ti, little Zu. Are you letting go?”
“Hey, threats don’t work on .”
Zu Qian pouted, “I didn’t react during the rock, paper, scissors. I shouldn’t have rushed over as soon as you called. Maybe I could have seen if it was who was anxious or you.”
“Brother, no one on Financial Street is better than . Are you willing to kick out?”
He said, “Are you willing to see go bankrupt and die for violating the rules?”
“‘Catch If You Can’ specializes in acting, Host…”
The system said impartially this ti, “It will be like this if you make it do a too-difficult real-ti reaction. It can’t deduce it. Otherwise, what do we need our specialists for? We could just pile up props.”
Chu Zu: “Mhm, I know. That’s why I didn’t scold it for being good-for-nothing.”
System: “...”
The host was really strict.
“What if we add a deduction code to ‘Catch If You Can’?”
Chu Zu said, “Adding instructions one by one is too troubleso. ‘Master Wang’ can judge and act on its own based on the current situation, but it’s only physical action. What will happen if we add a logic module to ‘Catch If You Can’?”
The little yellow chicken thought for a long ti and suddenly ca to a surprising conclusion:
“Then wouldn’t it be like a little chicken like ?”
The more it thought about it, the more it seed to be the case.
A computing code that could deduce the current situation and give a real-ti reaction was only different from the system in terms of authority.
And, a little chicken could secretly do big things with the host behind the superior’s back, but props couldn’t.
“It’s not complicated in actual operation. I have to think again about how to do it. Are you in a hurry, Host?”
“No hurry.”
Chu Zu looked at Zu Qisheng.
"Catch If You Can"’s understanding of a madman was very superficial.
It should have collected a large amount of big data.
It wasn't that it couldn't act in a specific situation, but most of its acting would be patched up, without emotion, only technique.
A normal prop created by normal thinking couldn't figure out the thoughts of a madman.
This was very normal.
"Catch If You Can" couldn't figure out Zu Qian's thoughts now, which was also very normal.
“You don’t have to code according to our work standards.”
Chu Zu suddenly said, “Just give it a normal person’s logic model.”
System: “What kind of normal person?”
Chu Zu knelt on the carpet and grabbed Zu Qisheng’s hand and pulled him forward, just like in the restaurant, when he had used big Zu to forcefully pull over little Zu.
The forceful person had always been Chu Zu.
The younger brother buried his head in his older brother’s arms and held on to his waist.
Zu Qisheng was trembling.
“A normal person with no stress reaction.”
Chu Zu said, “The shaping of the living environnt and the madness after selling off the characteristics are all artificially given things. They are the work and duty of a specialist. A newborn code should be clean.”
He chuckled and said casually, “If you have to create a personality, then it’s fine as long as it’s as cute as you.”
The little yellow chicken didn’t answer for a long ti, its little chicken mouth opening and closing.
The host’s lethality has been enhanced again.
It thought, it’s a killer of n, won, old, young, and little yellow chickens!
No wonder the little chicken from "Tyrannical Protagonist Correction" had envy and jealousy written all over its face, and even said sourly that it had never seen such a hardworking little chicken.
If you really let other little chickens experience the host’s style, they might not just be envious and jealous, but also hate him.
Sigh, there was no way around it.
A charming host who was proficient in encouragent education was like that.
The little yellow chicken was just too well-fed.
It worked happily every day and worked diligently.
“Okay…!”
The system secretly swore that it would definitely write a code as cute as itself for the host!
Chu Zu said he would use little Zu to get big Zu used to contact, so he would follow through.
Zu Qian was like a pendant, and he wouldn't let go once he was on.
Logically, it could also be explained that because big Zu couldn’t give little Zu the answer he wanted, little Zu also had a temper.
The fact that he didn’t really break his brother’s hand was already a sign of a strong brotherly bond.
Anyway, this had nothing to do with gas and investnts and would not be included in the main text.
The room for manipulation was very large.
But after hanging on for two days, the little yellow chicken said: “Sothing’s not right, Host, sothing’s not right.”
There were many things that were not right.
Chu Zu was not in a hurry: “What now?”
“The main text has already swelled to a hundred thousand words.”
Chu Zu: “...”
The system said: “Because the readers have started to pay attention to these two brothers and have given them a lot of subjective perspectives… Why don’t you let little Zu rest for a while? There’s no hurry to treat big Zu?”
“Because the prequel has no reading threshold, a lot of new readers who haven’t read the main text have suddenly co, and they had a big fight with the readers of the main text!”
Chu Zu: “...”
System: “And then they actually won by a narrow margin! Now the readers of the main text have also been led astray and are starting to say that the main text is not exciting enough and that the author should be responsible!”
Chu Zu: “...Go to the forum, right now.”
***
Topic: Madness Convention, Begin!
“Contestant A”:
My na is Zu Qisheng, 23 years old. I live in a large apartnt in the most expensive area of the Financial Street, unmarried.
I have to earn 800 million every day before I can go ho.
I don’t smoke or drink.
I go to bed at 11 p.m. and I have to sleep for half an hour every day.
Before I go to bed, I must first arrange tomorrow’s gas for my younger brother, and then I review today’s work for 20 minutes.
When I get into bed, I toss and turn and can’t fall asleep.
I stay awake until dawn.
I definitely leave the fatigue and pressure for the next day.
The doctor asks why I’m not dead yet.
“Contestant B”:
My na is Zu Qian, and I'm 18 years old.
I live in a large apartnt in the most expensive area of the Financial Street (My brother’s house)
I have to lose 800 million every day before I can go ho.
I smoke, drink, and pester my older brother.
I only close my eyes when I’m sleepy at night.
I have to sleep for eleven hours every day.
Before I go to bed, I must harass my older brother, and then ask questions for twenty minutes.
When I get into bed, I fall asleep imdiately.
I definitely leave the fatigue and pressure to my older brother.
The doctor even says it’s a miracle that my older brother has survived to this day.
“Contestant C”:
My na is ng Yu'an, and I'm 32 years old.
That’s all.
Please choose your favorite madman.
The Loser Eats Dust｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:12:52
First, let’s exclude C.
Normal people, get out of the Financial Street.
Can’t Sleep is Can’t Sleep｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:13:14
Don’t, Brother ng is also quite abnormal in the prequel.
A detective who has just been transferred probably shouldn’t rush up to an acquaintance, right?
So unprofessional.
He wasn’t like this in the main story either.
Another one has gone mad｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:13:54
I know this one.
The most used phrases in the main story are "ng Yu'an said lazily," and "ng Yu'an sneered."
There is no character developnt.
If you really want to say what his personality is, you can’t really say much.
But it’s fine as long as the infinite flow plot is readable.
Is there not much plot in the prequel?
By the way, I choose A.
Gourt Appreciation Expert｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:14:17
What plot can there be with such a small word count?
The rules of a complex ga with less than a hundred thousand words can’t even be explained clearly.
Didn’t the author say before that he wrote the prequel to set the tone for Financial Street?
I choose B.
Bullshit Appreciation Expert｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:14:59
He did set the tone.
Detectives will cross borders to rescue trapped people.
Society will choose the best arrangent for a child when the child has a guardian.
The country will also do everything it can to help everyone who really needs help.
Even if the economy is not good and the general environnt is bad, the advantage of socialism over capitalism is here.
Perhaps individual freedom and market efficiency are limited, but once a crisis breaks out, Chinese citizens will always be more likely to survive than the free people of capitalist countries.
The state will control the market, and the governnt will plan and intervene in pursuit of social fairness.
Otherwise, why would the financial crisis that swept the world bring down so many developed countries, while China can still be stable?
I always feel that the prequel is implicitly writing about this.
I choose A.
A reed that scolds is a thinking reed.｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:15:12
I think so too.
The developnt of the main story is too strange now.
The higher ng Yu'an’s funds accumulate, the happier it seems, but there is a big premise.
He was sent by the officials to investigate because the circulating funds in the market were too large.
What will happen once those funds flow into the market?
The United States has been printing money for so many years.
But the author can’t solve this problem.
This is sothing he set up from the beginning.
I don’t know what he was thinking.
He just had to give ng Yu'an a formal position.
The subsequent confiscation of assets and handing them over to the state directly contradicts the setting.
If they are not handed over, there will be a big ss in logic.
The readers’ emotions are stirred up.
No matter which option they choose, they will definitely feel uncomfortable.
The Financial Street is originally a product of the extre of capitalism.
It looks all free, and everyone is a madman.
The exchange has alienated and objectified everything, not just people’s bodies, but also emotions and possibilities.
Who wouldn’t say, how fucking capitalist, after seeing it.
Isn’t this how foreign countries do it?
The good and evil of the citizens are all votes, and they elect a dog-shit capitalist to make it great again.
Big and little Zu can really be the BOSS.
I don’t believe big Zu can’t distinguish.
Why is he so sure?
Look at the prequel so far.
Who has been selling concepts at the exchange?
Big Zu, and maybe little Zu.
The younger brother probably did it too, but it’s just the two of them.
A person like Big Zu, who is proficient in selling information, how could he not know how "valuable" this rule is?
He even warned ng Yu'an not to touch the exchange.
If he wanted to go back to the normal world, he absolutely could not touch it.
He knows it very well in his heart.
Once you start to objectify yourself, it’s too late for anything.
Damn it, I suddenly rembered.
Big Zu seems to have started objectifying himself since he was a child.
Then I choose A, AAAAA.
A human thinks, a reed laughs｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:16:56
The large-scale docuntary "The Legend of Zu Qian."
Give him a chance with a Bumblebee, and he can act on behalf of heaven and make people happy.
He is the number one superman of The Third Economic Law, Zu Qian.
Long before he went to the Financial Street, Zu Qian had already shown an amazing talent for speaking.
With one sentence, “do you still vomit,” he brought his brother’s trauma to the sa level as his own bedwetting.
And after he went to the Financial Street, Zu Qian was even more turned on to max.
His older brother sold his feelings, and he actually thought he could fill the gap.
He directly followed his brother’s request and went on a gaming spree.
He would also ask his brother so tricky questions like a network lag, making people wonder if he was a great fool or a great sage.
If he couldn’t get an answer, he would start to pester him.
Your brother, your brother, your brother, five hundred out of eight hundred words were your brother.
I didn’t even dare to turn on the audiobook mode, afraid that a black brother would hear it and call the police on .
If you say his brother’s madness is a fundantalist madness, then he is just going crazy around his brother, with double the power.
It’s like a quantum superposition of Cristiano Ronaldo and ssi, each with a ball.
The goalkeeper is dumbfounded.
He’s never seen it played like this.
With this kick, even if you move the goal to outside the solar system, it won’t work.
What can ng Yu'an do?
ng Yu'an can only: “I’m fighting them two on my own, for real?”
In summary, I choose B.
7:0｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:17:14
This is so fucking sad.
I’m talking about .
My girlfriend doesn’t read male-oriented novels.
When she saw my face as twisted as if my family line had ended, she appreciated the current few tens of thousands of words with .
I said, now you understand , right?
She said, I get it, I ship it.
How can you guys in the male-oriented genre eat so well?
I couldn’t help it.
I scolded her for being an idiot. Now she wants to break up with .
Who is responsible, A or B, the author or the revision teacher?
I will work hard and definitely get married next year｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:17:58
The revision teacher doesn’t care about the protagonist’s life or death at all?
I originally wanted to choose A.
After reading Teacher 7:0’s post, I changed to B.
I haven’t submitted my paper yet｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:18:15
Don't say it.
Inside information.
This author, he @!?#@?!#@%.
The person in charge of #%……#?! has been C-ing all along.
He has added tens of thousands of words to patch up the story, and %……@!#！@# is sleepwalking.
I choose AB, multiple choice!
Earth Big Mango｜Comnted on 2025-11-23 14:16:12
Chu Zu: “...”
System: “...”
Chu Zu: “Why are there so many garbled characters?”
The system searched for a long ti but couldn’t co to a conclusion: “I, I don’t know!”
Chu Zu sighed: “I had suspected that there was so foul play before. I left a loophole in the character design to fish, but in the spirit of not making wild guesses without evidence, I blad the worldview now.”
System: “Now…?”
“Let restore Earth Big Mango’s post for you.”
He cleared his throat and said, “Don't say it. Inside information. This author has hired two revision teachers to revise the text.”
The little yellow chicken was stunned.
“The teacher in charge of big and little Zu has been C-ing all along, adding tens of thousands of words to patch up the story. The teacher in charge of ng Yu'an has been sleepwalking.”
Chu Zu said, “Does that make sense?”
The system shivered, and then exploded with anger.
Every little yellow feather stood on end.
“No wonder!!!”
It shouted angrily, “No wonder ng Yu'an always appears in places he shouldn't! The settings you supplent also always beco strange, and every ti, they can be connected to him!!!”
In the sa novel, the system had no authority to check if there were other specialists, and it had also closed all channels of contact with other systems, strictly prohibiting specialists from contacting each other.
The manual stated that this was to prevent two specialists from working together, which would lead to wrangling when the mission was evaluated, and it was also unfair to the specialists who completed the work alone.
“The author generally doesn’t place so many orders at the sa ti. How could he hand over all three main characters to others to help revise!”
The little yellow chicken was furious: “I just traded code with the little chicken from ‘Tyrannical Protagonist Correction,’ and it turned around and secretly plotted against us!”
Chu Zu thought for a mont: “It probably isn’t ‘Tyrannical Protagonist Correction’.”
“Then it’s the stinky little chicken from ‘Protagonist Correction’!”
“Do you rember what the author’s request was?”
Chu Zu said calmly, “Big and little Zu’s character designs are too empty. The readers think that these two brothers shouldn't be the reason for ng Yu'an’s return.”
“Yes.”
“The author hasn’t figured out how to revise it. You look at the problems separately. I’ll solve big and little Zu’s character designs, and the other specialists will solve the motivation. What kind of motivation is there that can make ng Yu'an have to co back in the main story?”
It had nothing to do with "Tyrannical Protagonist Correction," and it also had nothing to do with the "Protagonist" correction, which had to grasp the tone of the entire text.
It should be a very targeted specialist in a certain field.
In addition to the situation where ng Yu'an could be found everywhere, the system had an answer.
“‘Regretful Character Correction’…”
“Only ‘Regretful Character Correction’ can adjust the overall tone of the world.”
The little yellow chicken was almost crying from anger, “They can’t change the specific background settings, but they have the authority to create an overall tragic tone!”
It had nothing to do with the ga itself, and it also had nothing to do with the financial attributes.
If he could achieve "regretful character," not to ntion ng Yu'an, the readers themselves would want to roll up their sleeves and rush to the Financial Street to show off their skills.
And that specialist had chosen to start with big and little Zu.
He gave himself the identity of a detective, changed the tone of the world, and let the world automatically supplent itself in the worst direction, and also participated in the events of big and little Zu.
It was understandable that ng Yu'an would want to co back as a winner after encountering a pitiful child who had been with him and lived together, who had beco a troublemaker on the Financial Street, and who would later break down due to a gambling loss.
“From a work perspective, he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Chu Zu said faintly, “He’s just a good-for-nothing. If he can’t write his own reasonable story, he can only rely on this little bit of authority as a stepping stone.”
The little yellow chicken wailed.
“Why should ng Yu'an’s regret be based on the lives of big and little Zu? You have been trying to make big and little Zu more positive. Even a madman can be a positive madman or a miserable madman. Why do the two of them have to be the only two miserable ones on the Financial Street?”
“Hey, don’t cry.”
Chu Zu had never seen the system react so strongly.
It seed that it had been holding it in and hadn’t said anything.
It was suddenly provoked, and its beady eyes were streaming with electronic tears.
He held the little yellow chicken in his arms, wiped away its tears with his fingers, and said patiently, “Didn’t I say, I don’t care how the world supplents people into dog shit. The character is in my hands now. I call the shots.”
“Let cry. It doesn’t matter. I’ll write a complaint report while I’m crying. The eight caras you had record are all evidence.”
The system said, “I won’t let them go. They don’t respect the characters at all. The superior has also said many tis that specialists who don’t respect the characters are not qualified for the job. Even if it’s a cross-departntal law enforcent, it will help us to punish them severely.”
Chu Zu said, okay.
Chu Zu said again: “Do you think we can earn three salaries this ti?”
The little yellow chicken was still imrsed in a serious and lofty sense of responsibility.
When it suddenly heard such a worldly topic, it didn’t react for a while.
Its beady eyes were dazed and shedding tears: “Huh?”
“You won’t let them go, and neither will I.”
Chu Zu said, “It’s not just tragedy that has regret. It’s not just the loser who has regret. Regret is not just anger and sadness.”
“This is ng Yu'an’s and big and little Zu’s infinite flow survival ga, and it’s also my and his infinite flow survival ga.”
“I will let him have no direct connection with this feeling. His mission will completely fail, but our work will still be smooth. I can solve all the things that the author wants to solve. I can even fix the contradictions that the author set up in the main story.”
“He can’t write fate, he can’t write timing, he can’t write the passion under the overturned nest. I can, I will write it.”
Chu Zu held the little yellow chicken in his hands, raised it up, and rubbed his face against its face.
“You will beco the little yellow chicken that respects the characters the most among all the systems, so don’t cry. After you finish writing the complaint, help to apply for the third salary.”
Chu Zu said, “Just do a favor, okay?”
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