I, Song Mian, was a copywriter at an advertising company in my previous life. I died suddenly after working overtime for three consecutive months.
When he opened his eyes again, he entered the world of immortality and tied up a system.
System: Today's task is to get up at four in the morning to meditate.
Me: Deduct it. In my previous life, I had three years of perfect attendance deducted, which is enough for this day.
System: ... The task has been adjusted. Copying 2,000 words can give you an extra hour of sleep.
I took out the romance novel from under my pillow and started copying it. System crashes.
I thought my whole life would go by like this, until one day I was lying in the yard basking in the sun and found someone standing against the wall.
The head of Qingyun Sect, Shen Zhi. The coldest and coldest genius in the world of immortality, it is said that he only sleeps two hours a day.
She looked at me for ten minutes, then came again the next day, and again the third day.
On the fourth day she knocked on the door: "Can you teach me your sunbathing technique?"
Me: "That's lying down, not a technique."
Her: "Teach or not?"
Me: "... Teach."
Later, she broke through the peak of Yuanying, which had been stuck for ten years. The whole sect was shocked, no one knew it was me who taught it.
The system started not doing its job properly and sent me tasks every day:
"Today's mission: Go to the cafeteria with the boss to grab some pork elbows."
"Today's mission: lie down next to the leader and bask in the sun."
"Today's mission: Hold the leader's hand, the success rate is 94%."
Me: "Are you the system or the matchmaker?"
System: "It has been detected that the host's personal safety is highly bound to his emotional state. It is recommended to execute it."
On the day of the Thunder Tribulation, Shen Zhi carried three thunderbolts for me and knelt on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth.
I grabbed her hand: "Didn't you say that cultivating immortals requires curling up? Have you finished curling up?"
She wiped the corners of her mouth and said, "It's enough to roll you up."
From then on, the Qingyun Sect had two legends - an outer disciple who built the foundation by lying down, and the leader who was led astray by her.
The last pop-up window in the system: "Mission accomplished. I wish you both a good meal, a good sleep, and an inexplicable increase in your cultivation."
I closed my eyes and Shen Zhi lay in the yard basking in the sun, and said vaguely:
"You can wear whatever you want in your next life, just remember to come find me."
Shen Zhi didn't answer, but the rocking chair rocked slower.
Intention: Can we stop the involution?