"Cities, there are no green forests, only gray forests made of steel buildings. In this gray forest, the cruel law of the prey on the weak is ruthlessly executed in the dark. There is warmth and hot pulp in the world of the furnace. That is the cruelest and most dazzling existence."

"The story starts with a child abandoned in the Ping An Welfare House, and the boy's name is Eleven."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, eleven."

...

Nan Minglang began to try to write that story. The story was very simple. It was like the title of the book he thought, but it was just a speck of dust, living in this world like a furnace.

A child has six fingers in his left hand and was abandoned in an orphanage since he was a child. Because of the adoption candidate, he experienced the betrayal of his friend. Because of the beastly dean's animal behavior, he was handcuffed and injured because of saving people. The seemingly indifferent and ruthless speck of dust has a kind heart like gold.

It was such a speck of dust that was said by a psychopath to be unable to live to be eighteen years old.

"Wait a minute, what kind of crazy fortune teller?"

When the ghost system saw that Nan Minglang actually wrote the ruthless cold-blooded revenge social system as a fortune-telling psychopath, he couldn't accept it. It was its subsystem, what happened to fortune-telling, and said, "That system is very powerful."

"It can be said to be the protagonist in this story. Even if it can't be ranked second, no matter how you do it, you must be ahead of the heroine Zhou Yun. You just want to make the subsystem a supporting role, how can this be done!"

As the ancestor of the dead system, the ghost system obviously cannot accept such an important role as its subsystem, and has become a fortune teller who plays a supporting role.

This is absolutely unbearable!

Although the system does not care about face, it still needs to respect each other.

It's enough to not take a seat to the point, but to become a supporting role, it's obviously a bit too much. It doesn't take the dead revenge on the social system seriously.

Nan Minglang naturally explained, saying: "It cannot be said that it is a supporting role. This character will appear twice, and the fortune teller at the end of the story will also appear. In order to save the child, he also died at the entrance of the kindergarten."

"Okay, now I've become a dead supporting role..."

"I appeared twice. What do you want my ancestors to say? Thank you, classmate Nan, for adding a scene to it."

In Nan Minglang's plot design, fortune-telling psychopaths will appear twice. The first time it was to tell Bao Shiyi that he would not live to be eighteen years old, and finally he was hacked to death with Bao Shiyi to save the kindergarten child.

This plot design is weirdly consistent.

The ancestors' system also knew that such things could not be written in the system. Nan Minglang also directly removed the plot of copying revenge on society, and focused on writing about Eleven's life, writing about Eleven's life in the orphanage at the beginning of Eleven's first, writing about Bao Eleven's love with the heroine Zhou Yun, and the painful and wonderful moments of Bao Eleven.

However, ranking is still very important.

"Student Nan, you can't think about it carefully and add a few scenes to the crazy fortune teller. No matter how you rank, the ranking shouldn't be too far behind!"

Nan Minglang replied with a smile: "The ranking is not important, what matters is the character itself."

...

...

Nan Minglang tried hard to write Bao Shiyi's story well. He wanted his second sister Nan Ting to take a look at the previous story. His second sister has always had good Chinese grades, especially her love literature.

For this reason, he specially brought the first part to his second sister Nanting to see.

I want to see if Nanting has any good suggestions.

Nanting was a little surprised when she heard Nan Minglang say that she was writing a novel, and she was also a little expectant, after all, she was her younger brother. Of course, even if she didn’t have the desire to read it, the plastic sibling relationship on her face still needs to be maintained, and she smiled and said she was looking forward to it.

"Minglang, what are you doing when you suddenly write a fortune teller?"

Nan Ting looked at the story "A Piece of Dust" written by Nan Minglang seriously, and then watched it like that. Then she saw the fortune teller appearing, frowned and said, "This is inexplicable, it's really too abrupt. It's obviously telling the story of Bao Shiyi, but suddenly a fortune teller said that he would not live to be eighteen years old. What's going on?"

Nan Minglang listened to Nan Ting's words and thought about it carefully, and felt that this arrangement was a bit abrupt.

"Minglang, even if you plan to write this story as a tragedy, you shouldn't suggest it like this."

Obviously, Nanting was very dissatisfied with the fortune telling plot that appeared, and said directly: "This is not a hint at all, but an explicit statement. It is not good for you to write like this. Readers will lose interest when they see this. They will not live to be eighteen years old and already know the ending. So what else can they look at?"

I have to say that Nan Ting's words make sense, and soon Nan Minglang realized that such photos are really not good.

The ghost system naturally has to stand on the side of the system and sees the fortune-telling psychopath being attacked, and directly says to Nan Minglang in his mind: "Student Nan, don't listen to your second sister. Why can't it be? Bao Ziyi's story is like this. Bao Ziyi and he is very clear that he cannot live to be eighteen years old."

Nan Minglang thought for a while and murmured: "Although it is adapted from real people and real stories, it does not have to be exactly the same as the original story."

...

When Nanting heard Nan Minglang's words, she raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "Is your story real person?"

Nan Minglang nodded.

This made Nanting feel different in an instant. Someone really experienced such a life and asked: "Where did the story happen? Liucheng? How did you know?"

Nan Minglang shook his head. Although he knew very well that this story was a real story, he could not tell it.

"No, it may be a real person and real thing that happened in another world."

When Nanting heard Nan Minglang's words, she immediately reacted and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "It's good that you can think like this. The characters in the story must be flesh and blood. I look forward to your novel and the story that follows."

"By the way, will Bao Ziyi really not live to be eighteen at the end of the story?"

Now, Nanting was a little curious, wanting to know if the final outcome was like that crazy fortune teller who could not say that he was eighteen years old.

Nan Minglang smiled and shook his head, saying, "No."

He didn't die at the age of eighteen, but he died in the end, and he died very sadly.

Nan Minglang took the manuscript again and said, "Then I will remove this fortune-telling psychopath and not add this character."

Hearing Nan Minglang's words, the ghost system could only shed a handful of bitter tears for his son system-

"Okay, now I can't even be a dead supporting role."
Chapter completed!