【This is just a factory.】

[A beautiful, quiet, and unforgettable factory...]

[Reckless guy, steady guy...]

[On the assembly line, there are a pair of tired and mechanically repetitive arms. 】

【It seems like this is how it should be.】

【Day after day of work, day after day of bad rest.】

【Staying alive day after day...】

[A remote and uninhabited factory.]

[Every time the dead silence is broken, it is the long legs wearing red high heels, and the crisp sound of footsteps is heard as they step over the not-so-high workshop threshold...]

【She is very gentle and intellectual.】

【She will pity every worker who deserves pity.】

[He would lean down, put his rose-red lips, gently approach the worker’s ear, and then softly say to him...]

【Don't be too tired.】

[Tonight...don’t lock the dormitory door...]

...

...

[Name: Chino]

[Identity: Supporting Role (Gold)]

[Character: Destiny Playwright]

[Items: an ax stained with a self-abuse curse; twenty-four parasitic insects that transformed into grotesque shapes; a black vial with the label "finger"; a discus that hates having things near it; swallowing small fish; a gourd with a sense of presence]

[Talent: Tampering]

[Number of words that can be modified actively: 5]

[Not modified yet...]

Qianye was still carrying the big dark green bag that he had fought with for two scripts, and glanced away from the contents of his personal panel.

Same as last time.

He pinned Cai Yanan's bloody ax to his waist.

The items in the backpack are all the same...

today.

It's the ninth day of the Lunar New Year.

It is also the day when the so-called "author" updates the content of the script.

Although the time was a little one or two hours later, the "author" still kept his word and updated the story today.

"Is this the yandere female boss... She doesn't seem to have any yandere vibe, but more of a naked seductress, right?"

Qianye turned his head and looked at the text on the computer screen.

I couldn't help but complain about the content of the plot.

In the living room.

At this time, there was still a faint sound of someone talking...

That was Youyou watching TV in the living room.

Ever since this little girl stayed at Qianye's house.

Inexplicably, he felt that this originally lonely home had become a bit lively...

Yoyo is a naughty and ignorant child.

He also looks like an adult who has been around for a long time.

Every time when Qianye concentrates on writing.

She would tiptoe to move a small stool to put under her feet.

Then cook a bowl of noodles for Qianye in the kitchen...

I have to say.

The noodles cooked by Yoyo are really good.

Every time Qianye could eat it cleanly, lifting the bowl and taking a sip of the soup...

certainly.

Such a life.

What he brought was the dwindling noodle box in the kitchen.

And there are only a few seasonings...

Through these few days of getting along.

Yoyo wasn't as clingy to Qianye at first.

Maybe she felt a little tired of playing, or maybe she found something more fun.

Now whenever I have time.

She was basically watching TV or playing games on Qianye's mobile phone.

Stay at home every day.

No more clamoring to go out and play.

She turned into an internet addicted girl...

but.

This kind of life is not bad for Qianye.

At least he didn't have to worry too much about how to play with a child.

The other person can find fun for himself.

That's the best outcome...

The time flow rate ratio between the script world and the real world is different.

The "author" said that the script this time will not be too lengthy.

So it shouldn't take much time.

Before Qianye left.

I also bought some more noodles for Youyou in the kitchen and prepared the necessary seasonings.

After Qian Dingzhu and Wan asked not to run out to play alone, Qianye felt that there shouldn't be much of a problem...

Youyou listened to his words very much.

Chino can be sure of this.

For a short period of time, Qianye felt that the other party would not try to trick him...

at present.

The time until entering the script world.

Ten minutes left...

Don't know why.

When Qianye saw the time counting down, he felt no nervousness at all, but instead felt a sense of belonging, akin to returning home.

Everyone is afraid of that kind of world.

He felt this strange feeling in his heart.

Very abnormal.

"I don't know who will be dragged in with me this time..."

Qianye looked at the clock in the lower right corner of the computer screen and thought silently.

"My current status is a prime supporting role. The status of everyone I meet should be higher, right?"

"Will you meet someone you know..."

"Do I need to say hello when I meet an acquaintance?"

He brought the half-cup of water on the computer desk to his mouth and took a few sips.

It seems that this time is really hard to wait for.
To be continued...