Don't count on gold fingers, count on your teammates.
The newly bound rule system was physically pulled away from the master's chest in the next second, and condensed into a ball of blue light as big as a palm.
From then on, Shen Yan lost the cheats and gained an ancestor.
"Host, you have vegetable leaves in your teeth."
"Shut up, Xiaotong."
"What did you call me?!"
"It's a very smooth promise."
Rules have come to the world. "No Turning Back" is posted on the corridors. "No Turning Back" is written on the elevator. When colleagues turn around, it turns gray on the spot.
Shen Yan, a twenty-eight-year-old social worker, has dark circles on his face, and a burn mark on his left hand reminds him that violations will be eliminated.
Fortunately, there is still a master. Wearing an old sweatshirt, squatting in a corner to watch short videos, tearing up post-it notes with rules is as casual as opening a takeout order.
"No clearing allowed here."
Just stick it on. The inspection crashed on the spot.
Shen Yan thought the master was cheating. The master backhanded him out of the system.
"It's so noisy."
Then he handed over a nail punch card, a Tyrannosaurus machine, and an Ultraman summoner.
"Go and play by yourself."
Shen Yan held the palm-sized poisonous tongue weapon spirit, stood on the street covered with rules, and fell into deep thought——
Binding the system to others is a counterattack start. He bound the system and the system was pumped.
The system has transformed into a tool spirit, and the venomous tongues are on the line.
Strange stories about rules × Modern workplace jokes × Intrusion of childhood IP.
How strong is the master? Anyway, I can look up and see the "screenwriter".
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Volume 1·The system is gone, but we still have to live our lives.
