How Many Tomorrows There Are

Brett woke up on the familiar green iron bed and saw the wooden house without a ceiling. It took about 10 minutes to react before he realized that he probably passed out before. As he said last time, he made a doghouse for Latiao, and then He checked his backpack, put on his hoe and machete and went out.

He didn't know when he would wake up in the real world, so he didn't go to the wild to fight zombies and work around the wooden house.Remove gravel and stakes, plow and build fences, and plant wheat and pumpkin seeds.

The system sells automatic sprinklers, because there are not enough grades and money, many items in the system store are gray and cannot be purchased, so he has to manually water them.

After pouring water and returning to the wooden house, he built a lot of building materials and furniture in one go, a staircase, several floors and walls, turning the first floor into the second floor.He felt that the second floor was safer and had a better view, so he opened many windows and moved the bed up.

Only the bed on the second floor was empty, so he made a bedside table with a lamp on it. The lamp does not need electricity, and it will automatically light up as soon as it gets dark.

Although the style of the furniture is very ordinary, not even a simple decoration, and the layout of the house is not very scientific, but Brett is still full of a sense of accomplishment.

Holding his breath, Brett finished all the housework that he had been putting off, and there was actually nothing to do later.

After I was free, the fear and hatred of being tortured surged, and washed the shore like waves one after another.

"I can't help it," he said to Heibei with a serious face, "Latiao, let's have a skewer with Dad."

There is nothing that can't be solved by one barbecue, and two meals if there is any.

Brett was so full that he didn't want to move.

The satisfaction and warmth spreading from his stomach warmed his whole body, his nerves finally relaxed, and he chatted with the black back.

"Latiao, when the wheat is harvested, Dad will brew beer! I've already seen the recipe on sale in the system hehehe..."

"There is also a recipe. After learning how to fry chicken, I will give you a golden arch set meal."

"We have built two floors, when can we build the roof!"

Although he didn't want to sleep and return to that cruel world, he closed his eyes when the world suddenly shook.

Someone is shaking him.

"Hey—wake up! Are you drained?"

Brett opened his eyes, it was his roommate, he looked around, he had been sent back to the dormitory of the contestants of the program group, his body was also cleaned up, and he even changed his clothes.

His roommate didn't go to the banquet and was full of curiosity: "I heard about it! Your feat at the banquet! I must say that you are really hiding your secrets! Did you see any important people later?"

Although Brett was very irritable, after a whole day of adjustments in the game, his mentality has calmed down a lot.Even if someone brought up the embarrassing and frightening thing this time, he just said something coldly.

"You are noisy."

Before his roommate blew his hair, he asked: "What's the matter?" It was worth the roommate calling him up specially, and there were still a few days before the next game.

While Brett was washing up, his roommate leaned against the door, folded his hands on his chest, and said the latest announcement from the program group.

"Before the start of the [-] to [-] competition, there will be a mobilization meeting. Every contestant must participate and perform on stage. The program team specially hired trainers to guide the program and improve the charm of the contestants. After this promotion, the program will give Contestants set up a separate website with enough exciting content, including this performance. Therefore, to enter the top [-], force alone is not enough, and talent is necessary."

talent?This shit show needs talent? !

With his toothbrush in his mouth, Brett looked at his roommate, who stared at his mouth full of white foam, paused, and looked away from Black's gaze as if dodging.

"There are only two days of preparation time. I found out that Andy the Grizzly Bear is going to play rock and roll, number 56 chooses to dance, and the little giant group will sing a love song duet..."

Bright: "..." A group of murderers, criminals, and lunatics want to perform their talents, forgive him for his inability to imagine.

"We have formed a team to perform a drama, and there is still one person short, do you want to join?"

"What drama?"

"Prometheus Bound." The roommate's eyes sparkled, and he talked about his field of interest excitedly.

This is a classic ancient Greek drama, which mainly portrays the glorious image of Prometheus who loves human beings and does not succumb to violence.Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a literary youth, and Brett couldn't help but slightly changed his view of his roommate.

He wiped the water off his face with a towel, without directly refusing.

"That red-haired man outside the city, be careful. I heard that he is not from outside the city at all. He has been begging for a living in the sewers since he was six years old. He has slept with at least a thousand people."

Brett took this to heart, he asked his roommate where the rehearsal was, and promised to check it out sometime.

"Reply as soon as possible, we still have to spend time rehearsing."

Brett's life is simple and regular, and keeping the habit can make him feel calm and not think too much.

As usual, he received the nutritional supplements and went to the public training room to complete his daily exercise.When he came out, he heard someone talking at the door, and two people were walking in the direction where he was, talking while walking.

"...the show is so boring and the contestants are always lacking in creativity."

They stopped talking when they saw Brett, who also recognized one of them.

It was the stranger I met at the celebration banquet before, that young man who was as handsome as a goblin, as proud as a swan, and as sharp as a cheetah.

"Hodge." Brett greeted.

Hodge looked Brett up and down.

He was a little surprised, but more dissatisfied.

This slave doesn't seem to be affected by last night's torture at all. You must know that he watched the whole process of the other party's torture, and he went to bed very late at night, and he was a little tired, let alone a person who suffered repeated electric shocks and finally had no strength to get angry. Woolen cloth?He even came to practice... Is it to vent through training?

No, it shouldn't be like this!Violent magma surged in Hodge's heart, eager to destroy something.

The Brett he expected should be irritable and restless after being humiliated, hated and angry, full of hostility, or depressed and world-weary, but it should not be calm.

It made him feel like he was punching cotton.

At the beginning, Hodge felt that the other party was a stone, and it might become a good decoration after being carved with care. Now he thinks it is a rough stone, hiding his precious and beautiful heart deep down, together with the dark emotions that he regards as delicacies. Buried together, like a clam, there is a pearl in his heart that sucks away all his negative emotions and brews more magnificent colors.

Bright asked, "Are you a trainer?"

Hodge's eyelids moved slightly. The slave obviously misunderstood something because of what he said just now. He was happy that the other party misunderstood, which would increase the fun of the game, so he agreed.

"Ah."

Hodge dismissed the assistant director and joined Bright.

"Are you ready for the show?"

Brett got a headache when he mentioned this: "Not yet, I was going to ask you for advice."

Hodge raised his eyebrows, and a sneer flashed in his dark and heavy eyes: "What do you think?"

"Is poetry recitation okay?"

With a show idea brutally dismissed by a trainer, Bright goes to try his luck with his roommate.

"Zeus, I... ah... I won't give in..."

"Vulcan, thank you for your mercy. The only thing I can repay you is this broken body."

"Stop it, Zeus, Hercules! I can't watch you fight each other for me!"

Even knowing that the script will definitely be greatly adapted, Brett is still unwilling to believe that the story of AllX Pu before him is that classic drama.

He remembered that what he learned in the elective courses he used to catch up on sleep in college was clearly not like this!

The god Prometheus stole fire and gave it to humans, which angered Zeus.Zeus ordered the gods of power and fire to nail Pu on the cliffs of the Caucasus, exposed to the rain, snow, wind, frost, and scorching sun, and tortured him every day as a warning. Later, there seemed to be two sequels, and Zeus sent his son to release him. Pu, Pu became a god loved by mankind.

"You changed the script?"

"I actually thought, this is a part of a divine drama that I chased after when I was a child. It is really a conscientious crew, the props are realistic, the actors are also very dedicated, and it is real. There is a scene in the drama where a bloodthirsty goshawk pecks at Prometheus It is said that the actor was sent to the emergency room eleven times in order to perform well, and he almost couldn't save his liver!"

Faced with the warm invitation of his roommate, Bright declined to play Zeus.

Roommate disappointed: "You would have been a great Lord of the Gods."

"..." I don't want to compete with my son for a lover, and I don't want to become a hawk eating people's hearts, thank you!

The author has something to say: Brett: Is it okay to recite "My Master" in poetry?

Hodge: The one with no clothes on?