Zhou Chenruo is dead.
Died in a little book that no one had ever heard of, died on her one thousand three hundred and sixty-seventh mission.
A legendary player in the book world, he has been in the industry for eight years without a single defeat, and finally failed completely.
Three days later, someone signed a contract.
After three hundred years of service, his body was stripped off and his memory was formatted.
For her to open her eyes again, for her to live out this life safely.
——She would never know that the system called 0741 stood on the edge of the crowd three hundred years ago and took one last look at her.
——She will never know how long someone has been waiting to say "Hello, host".
——
Three hundred years later, Zhou Chenruo was assigned a trump card system.
No. 0741, Anthropomorphic module S level, cool, talkative, and top-notch business ability.
Zhou Chenruo leaned on the back of the chair and looked at it lazily:
"Ace? He looks good."
0741 No answer.
In its system log, there is a record that was not sent out three hundred years ago:
"It's sunny today. She walked past me and didn't see me."
"How should I introduce myself next time we meet?"
——
It waited three hundred years.
Wait for the sentence "Looks good".
OK.
Intention: Love means jumping forward without knowing the way back, and still daring to go through fire and water.