Some people say that since the development of the Internet, everyone has the second identity. Because when chatting online, no one knows whether it is a human or a dog.

Of course, the "dog" is a bit exaggerated, but do you know if it is a man or a woman on the other side? Or is it an adult or a child?

Seattle, Washington, USA.

In the small room where cartoon posters are covered with walls, a computer host is running sizzling. The rectangular LCD screen is flipping frame by frame at a speed that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.

With the light of the computer screen, you can clearly see a cute child sitting in front of the computer.

The child is about 11 years old, with a tender face and wearing a Donald Duck costume.

The whole person looks very cute.

The cute child typing on the keyboard and taking a closer look, it turned out that he was chatting with people across the Internet using Facebook (equivalent to QQ).

At this time, several lines of conversations have been found on the chat window.

"Sister Alice, I like you very much. Is it good to be my girlfriend?"

"No, I have known you for 3 years, and I haven't seen you yet! Every time I ask where you are and ask you to post photos, you will start talking about the topic!"

"Sister, I didn't mean it, I can't leave."

Damn, this cute kid is actually picking up girls? Are you so awesome?

This reason left the opponent silent for a long time, then the sound of Didi sounded again, and another sentence was replied to the Facebook window:

"Brother Xigua, can I ask you a question?"

"Sister Alice, ask!"

"Who are you?!"

As soon as this said, the child's cute eyes suddenly disappeared, and the depth began to fill his blue eyes. What followed was a kind of contemplation that a child could not have, and gradually became calm. Finally, he smiled sinisterly.

It’s been 8 years, and now it’s finally enough.

My time is coming!

The cute child tapped on the keyboard again, and a string of words quickly sent it: Sister, tomorrow is your birthday, I want to give you a birthday gift!

The other side of the network was silent again, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the fact that "watermelon" once again avoiding the topic.

One minute, two minutes...

Finally, the other person replied again.

"How do you know that your sister will be a birthday tomorrow? And tomorrow is Sunday. My sister is going to work as a cashier at a convenience store near the school. How can I accept your birthday gift?"

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. As long as my sister is still in Leeds tomorrow, she will definitely receive her brother's gift. I'll leave it first, bye!"

Skillfully shutting down Facebook and turning off the computer, Ike stood up and walked out of the room.

"Warning, Ike natives, there are only 71 hours left! Warning, there are only 71 hours left!" The mysterious metal electronic sound gradually weakened...

First floor restaurant.

A plate of bread and a glass of milk were already on the dining table. There was no breakfast for mom and dad, because the Williams had already taken their bags and prepared to go out.

Ike tilted his head and blinked his eyes at his parents.

"Ike, mom and dad are busy with work today, so you can go to school by yourself."

Ike nodded in ignorance and watched the Williams and his wife leave.

The huge living room suddenly became empty, and Ike jumped to the dining table and started to have breakfast.

The soft morning light shone in from the window, covering the living room, and putting a light golden dress on the eleven-year-old child.

The child was eating bread quietly, and his face still had that cute look. It seemed that maintaining this expression had become his daily habit.

The golden morning light, the cute child, is a fairy tale-like picture.

Sudden!

Ike's hand holding the bread was shocked, as if someone was "talking" to him again. Ike quickly put down the bread in his hand and then closed his eyes.

The sea of ​​consciousness in the brain, the depths of the soul that modern technology cannot reach.

A bright and dazzling "light ball" is blooming, and the light instantly illuminates Ike's sea of ​​consciousness.

Accompanied by these lights, there is a metal electronic sound: "Ike Native, please inform me that there are only 70 hours and 53 minutes left before the deadline we agreed upon! Are you sure this time will be successful?"

"Yes, 'Close', I'm sure!"

Klos is the name of the light ball, which comes from a high-dimensional life form in a high-dimensional universe.

It was one night in my previous life. I worked overtime and went home. A bright meteor fell from the sky and smashed myself to death...

Fortunately, I was reborn and was reborn in an ordinary family in the United States.

Tragically, this ball of light is bound to its own soul.

Because of the reversal of time and space across the universe, the light ball was severely damaged, and it required an extremely huge amount of energy to recover.

According to the agreement between the two parties, help it collect energy by itself, and teach itself to learn scientific and technological knowledge. The specific scientific and technological content depends on energy.

And this so-called energy is-

Famousity!

What profession is the most famous? Be a super scientist!

How to become famous? It has caused a sensation all over the world!

How to make a sensation all over the world? Sister, birthday gifts are here!

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The origin of the protagonist's name: The 125th hero in "League of Legends", the time assassin "Ike". He is in harmony and dare not be reborn in China, you know.

The age of the protagonist is a small problem. The author sets that every 100 votes grow one year older. If readers vote 1,000 votes today, the author will dare to write 10 years later and have sex.

no sooner said than done!
Chapter completed!