In the apocalypse of natural disasters, she has a universal APP

The hard work paid off, she rushed again and again, compressed a lot of other time, and finally smoothed it out before bedtime.

She held the newly released deluxe and annotated version of the mind map of the first episode with satisfaction, and couldn't put it down and read it again and again, wishing she could rehearse it by herself now.

Well, she smoothed it out, which does not mean that according to game standards, she can directly take up the post as the main speaker, but that she finally understood the story thoroughly.

The story of the first episode of this first part certainly has to open the door. The crime design is exquisite and complex, and the reversal is very shocking.

She now has a clear understanding of the murderer's motivations, mood, techniques and implementation process, as well as the relationships between other characters, the stories of the supporting characters, and the structure of the entire text and video.

From the perspective of the plot of the work itself and the creative technique of the literary and artistic work, she has a clear grasp of it.

Now, all it takes is to really sit in the speaker's seat and try to tell the whole story as if it were a clearance game.

But it was too late now, so she didn't intend to break the routine she had cultivated, so she went to bed honestly.

As she thought about how to play the game and the speech in her mind, her biological clock couldn't help but push her slowly into sleep.

I woke up the next day feeling refreshed and motivated.

But now that she's reached this point, there's no need to worry anymore. The enthusiasm she felt yesterday has faded a lot, and now she just feels calm and happy.

I’m so excited to try it out, it’s a wonderful feeling that my ideas will be implemented soon!

I pulled up the calendar and made notes as usual, and also recorded the weather report. It was still the same, with no sudden changes.

The morning exercise remained the same, I took a shower after running, and had a big bowl of beef ramen for breakfast. The fruit after the meal was a bowl of big blue grapes, which were as sweet as honey and full of fruity aroma.

After dinner, she read early. Her heart, which had been a little excited because she was full, gradually calmed down in the copybook. She completed today's reading excerpt, stretched out, and went to the balcony of the bedroom.

The environment here is open and close to nature. She comfortably picked out a lazy chair and settled in. She put mineral water on the small table next to her to moisten her mouth.

Holding the tablet in hand, I started to follow the manuscript.

Of course, she wouldn't actually write a full version of the manuscript. She was really too lazy to do it, and there was no need. She said she was the keynote speaker, but she didn't really come to give a speech.

When playing games, since the plot is memorized in my mind, it is enough to put a note in front of me, and there is no need to write additional manuscripts.

She didn't use a particularly loud voice, and tried to tell the whole story to the red leaves rustling in the autumn wind.

Because there was no one to act with her, she did not simulate answering the questions, but directly stated the information and evidence as a character and a bystander.

After doing it again, it feels good.

She drank water to moisten her dry and sticky mouth, and called the system in her heart: "Tong, can we play this?"

The system replied: "Of course, you can start at any time."

She responded, thought for a moment, and then asked: "But... you should have the data for this TV series, or this novel..."

What I mean is, you all know this story, so how are we going to play? Do we need you to pretend that you don’t know and play with me? Isn't that just a matter of following the plot? Too boring.

The system calmly replied: "I can block this part of the data to achieve the effect of forgetting; I will simulate human brain circuits for thinking and reasoning, and control the IQ within a certain range."

Wei Jiao just... Although she felt that her IQ was a bit suppressed, considering that the other party was cheating, she still gave him a thumbs up.

Okay, okay, really advanced!

She wanted to play, but not now.

She knew that this set of games would take a long time. It was equivalent to a very complicated and sophisticated turtle soup. She had to choose a good time to play comfortably.

Now... I'm free.

Yesterday she was still working hard and enthusiastically, but now her burden was suddenly removed. She was idle for a while, not knowing what to do.

She simply wandered downstairs and sat down in the garden.

The arched shelf was covered with palm-shaped orange-red leaves, and the azure sky was like a transparent jade, blue and green. She was lying on the recliner, squinting her eyes and letting the sky wander.

She was very full from breakfast in the morning, and the portion of noodles was quite sufficient due to the copying method, not to mention that she also added an extra plate of braised beef.

She wasn't actually very hungry at noon, and her appetite wasn't very strong. She simply ordered a piece of pan-fried fried rice, dipping it with vinegar and chili oil, and served it with a small portion of seaweed soup. It was a light and delicious meal.

After the afternoon exercise time was over, she dragged her exhausted body and fell on the bed. In her peripheral vision, she could see the golden red swaying from the tree crown outside the window.

She was quite tired. She was learning to dance a bit today and accidentally fell on her butt while squatting. Fortunately, she didn't fall too hard, but she just felt tired.

After lying on the bed for a while, he slid down the edge of the bed and wandered to the terrace with empty steps, where he sat and ate a yellow peach popsicle.

The outside is a layer of jelly ice shell, which is not very hard. After all, it is not a frozen ice cube. It can be easily bitten and has a bit of a gritty texture.

The inside seems to be syrup mixed with custard, and there is real fruit pulp, which is a bit sour from the freezing and tastes like a smoothie.

The overall taste was very refreshing, sweet and sour. After finishing one stick, she licked her mouth with unfinished content. But now that the temperature in the space was getting colder, she didn't want to eat a second stick for a while.

After sitting on the deck chair on the terrace for a while, she moved to the garden, placed the deck chair among the flowers, and leaned back comfortably. Fruits and drinking water were placed on the small table next to it, and the camera was set up.

Finally ready to start playing a game!

No matter what, she estimated that she would have finished playing before dinner, which would take four hours, which was enough for her to watch several episodes.

Calling the system, she cleared her throat, still a little nervous: "Then... shall we start?"

The system paused briefly and replied: "Okay, I have blocked the data and can start the game at any time."

Clearing her throat, taking another sip of water, she began to narrate...

In less than an hour and a half, the game is over.

This was more interesting than she imagined! As the keynote speaker herself, she also played the role of narrator and other characters to answer the questions of the participants played by the system.

All the questions and responses of the system were indeed like that of an ordinary person. There was no sense of rules and regulations as usual when speaking in the system. She was particularly satisfied with the "sudden realizations" she had several times.

The questions were also very divergent. Some of the questions were straight to the point, while others indicated that the participant seemed to have deviated from the right direction, and she was squeezed back with multiple answers.

This is so much fun!