The first thing Ye Fan does when he gets up every day is to turn on his computer and check his emails.
It’s been almost half a month since I graduated from high school, and I’ve sent thousands of application letters, but very few have responded. In an era when PhDs are everywhere and master’s degrees are inferior, it’s almost impossible to find a job with a high school degree.
Just yesterday when I was interviewing a waiter in a restaurant, I was severely humiliated by the front desk manager because of my high school education. He was ridiculed and said that he would affect the overall image of the restaurant. He also said that if he is not an undergraduate, let alone a waiter, he can't even wash dishes.
don't want.
At that time, Ye Fan was so angry that he knocked the fat manager down, kicked him hard several times, and ran away after kicking him.
Now that I think about it, I feel a little scared. I didn't sleep well all night because I was worried that the police would come to check the water meter at night.
Even a waiter needs a bachelor's degree. What the hell kind of world is this?
Ye Fan looks pretty good, tall and thin. He practiced with his late grandfather for several years and now practices every day. His skills are not considered a master, but he can easily deal with a few ruffians.
After washing up, Ye Fan once again sat in front of the only 'old antique' in the family, clasped his hands and prayed silently, muttering something in his mouth, saying: "Old man bless me, old man bless me, I will starve to death on the streets if I can't find a job again, bless you, bless me."
ah……"
Turn on the computer, go directly to your personal mailbox, and browse your emails.
"Passionate video, you can enter if you are under 18 years old, URL.xxxxxooo......."
"Enlarge, thicken, and restore the male power, please pay attention..."
"Dear husband..."
…
There was a series of pornographic emails, but not a single interview information. Ye Fan slumped down in his chair, his eyes were blank, he let out a long sigh, and calmed down to delete each email one by one.
When he saw the email with the title 'Dear Husband', he shook his head and smiled bitterly. In this fucked-up society, marrying a wife is only a matter for the rich. First, he has no house, second, he does not have a good family, and third, he does not have a good job.
Generally speaking, this is a luxury wish.
I was about to delete it, but accidentally clicked on 'Read'. I smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, let me see what you wrote in it."
Ye Fan was stunned when he opened the email. It was densely packed with all kinds of things, as well as some incredible data, and the records were very detailed.
It is unprecedented for someone to write such a long letter these days.
But after reading a few words, he was dumbfounded.
"Dear husband Ye Fan..."
When Ye Fan saw these words, his first reaction was that they were a joke. As he read on, he felt as if the earth was falling apart, the earth was shattering, and the world was ending.
"Dear husband, I am Beibei, the wife you love the most...(omit ten thousand 'most's), is the woman you love the most...(omit ten thousand 'most')."
"
The first few thousand words almost described how to love her and how to love her in the future. Ye Fan read it word for word in a daze. Until the second paragraph, he immediately became nervous.
"Husband, don't doubt it. This is a letter from three years later. I know you don't believe it now. Your name is Ye Fan. You grew up in Yu Pei Orphanage. You are now eighteen years old. You have graduated from high school and are currently looking for a job.
, but no company wants you (Husband, you are the greatest person, those rotten companies are stupid pigs, they would reject you, they will all regret it in the future.)"
"Your best friend Pang Dahai, nicknamed 'Pang Dahai', is actually a thin man. He grew up with you. Pang Dahai's father is a cook. You often go to his house to eat (the Coke chicken wings he makes are really good).
Delicious, hee hee.).”
Seeing this, Ye Fan thought that Pang Dahai was playing a prank on him, and couldn't help but smile in his heart, but then he couldn't laugh.
"Husband, maybe you still don't believe what I said. Now let me tell you what is about to happen. You like to play competitive online games. You participated in the King of Competition competition held on the Internet. You will eventually win the first place and become the king of competition.
The new king of competition, the opponent you finally won was Guye Qiufeng, and you accomplished the miracle of eight-line control..."...
"The prize for the first place is 100,000 federal coins. Zhenghe Company will provide you with a place to enter the Oriental College for further study. You will enter the Oriental College with Pang Dahai, and then enter the most popular online game "Ye Luo Fan Chen".
"Struggle for Hegemony".
"Husband, you must believe me. I don't want the tragedy to happen again. The eldest sister, the second sister, the third sister... the eighteenth sister are all so sad. They stay at your bedside every day, hoping that you will wake up soon. As long as
When you wake up, they are willing to do anything, even all the sisters are willing to sleep with you (blushing)."
When Ye Fan saw this, he felt as if he felt the heartache of the writer. His mood dropped, and his heart felt like it was being pulled, contracting and hurting.
"Husband, you must remember the following things. Never fight with Pluto. Never, never. Although we don't know what happened that day, you turned into a vegetative state the next day.
, Husband, you must remember not to duel with Pluto."
"As long as you don't duel with Pluto, we will do whatever you want..."
"Definitely not."
"Here are the game guides. These mythical guides were all written by you yourself. You recorded every bit of everything in "Conflict for Hegemony"."
"Tianji Dungeon Guide..."
"Strategy for triggering SSS-level missions..."
"Hidden Mission Guide..."
"Upgrade strategy..."
"Level 10-180 boss strategy..."
…
All kinds of data, all kinds of strategies, the details are outrageous. If everything said in the letter is true, then this email is incredible.
If the company that developed the online game "Conflict for Hegemony" knew about it, if it was known by the billions and tens of billions of players around the world, I'm afraid,,, I'm afraid Ye Fan would be hunted endlessly.
"If this is true..." Ye Fan's eyes sparkled, his heart beat faster, and he said excitedly: "Damn, I will have eighteen wives in the future? That's ridiculous!"
"Eighteen wives."
"Eighteen touch it."
"..."
For a moment, Ye Fan was so excited that he couldn't find Bei.
I skipped the long guide and jumped directly to the last page. I was stunned again and muttered: "3079, October, your favorite wife, Beibei."
"3079?"
"This year is Federation Year 3076, damn, it's really three years from now!"
"It's impossible, it's impossible."
"That's ridiculous."
Ye Fan jumped up on the spot and stood there dumbly, staring at the last signature time of the letter. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Finally, his eyes were dull and he stood up in a daze, muttering in a low voice: "Why?"
Possible? Absolutely impossible.”
Although technology is advanced in the 31st century, it cannot reach the point where mail can travel through time and space. It is even more impossible to travel through time. An email from three years later comes to the present?
so funny!
Ye Fan thought about it, if it was a prank, how could she know all her life experience?
Pang Dahai couldn't write such a disgusting thing. Except for Pang Dahai, no one around him knew that he grew up in an orphanage, and no one knew that he could control eight lines.
"The King of Competition Tournament? I know about this event, but I didn't participate. It doesn't make sense here."
My mind is filled with all kinds of questions, and no one can answer them. No one can answer them.
It was completely impossible, but it happened again.
Ye Fan racked his brains, but still couldn't figure it out.
"Bang!"
The door was pushed open, Ye Fan's eyes were stunned, and with strange hand speed, he closed the email directly, as if it was a secret that no one could know.
"Boss, why are you still at home?"
"Didn't I promise you to come to my house in the morning?"
There is only one person who can do such an act of 'breaking into a private house', Pang Pang Hai...
Extremely thin.
The whole body looked like a skeleton covered with clothes, giving people the feeling of falling over if the wind blows. Pang Panghai saw Ye Fan sitting in front of the computer and urged: "Boss, hurry up, it will be too late."
Ye Fan immediately calmed down and asked: "Where to go?"
The giant pirate smiled mischievously and said: "I signed you up for the King of Competition, hehe..."
"Well?"
shocked.
Ye Fan's body trembled, as if he had been electrocuted, and he stared at Pang Panghai and said, "You signed up for me? Is the bonus one hundred thousand federal coins?"
"Hey, how did you know?" Pang Panghai was stunned. The game company only released the reward announcement this morning, less than half an hour ago.
"In addition to 100,000 federal coins, are there two more places to enter the Oriental College?" Ye Fan stood up, grabbed Pang Panghai's arm with both hands, and asked extremely seriously.
"Do you know everything?" Pang Panghai suddenly felt bored and grinned: "I still want to surprise you, it turns out you know everything."
Ye Fan used all his strength to squeeze Pang Panghai's arm and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"ah……"
Howling like a killing pig.
Ye Fan giggled and said to himself: "It's not a dream, it's real, it's all real..." * Newcomer, new book, pig head greetings. All well-wishers will save it, I am grateful.
