Yanjing, Yanjing Film Academy.

When Nan Minglang heard what the ghost system said, he was completely stunned. He had the system and the host to die again. He didn't need to ask what this sentence meant at all. He was just shocked. Why did such a thing suddenly happen?

"Do you mentioned death the same as the previous Eleventh Death? Do you know what's going on? Why is there another death?"

The ghost system heard Nan Minglang ask several questions in a row and replied coldly: "I don't know what happened to my ancestors. The system that relies on energy to prolong life is only that revenge social system, and other subsystems cannot spontaneously collapse and die."

"Unless, there is only one possibility, that is, the host will die."

"Do you mean death naturally or..."

The ghost system said in a deep voice: "The signal of the subsystem is asking for help. Although the signal is very weak, it is impossible to die naturally. Besides, the earliest literary copyist in the world, is Gan Bei, the chief examiner of the art exam today. He is the pioneer. If someone dies earlier than him, that would be too strange."

Nan Minglang was not saying anything, but there was no way to determine what death was like for such a thing.

"What are you going to do with the ghost system?"

When the ghost system heard Nan Minglang ask this question, he couldn't help but remain silent. It was obvious that this question made the ghost system in a dilemma and said directly: "Old ancestor, I will not interfere with the collapse of the subsystem. Unless the subsystem hinders the main system of my ancestor, I, otherwise I would not have seen the system that retaliated against the society at the beginning."

"Then are you planning to stop saving me?"

Hearing Nan Minglang say the four words "I'm not saving you when I die, the ghost system asked back: "Student Nan, this should depend on you, whether you want to save that subsystem, or just save that person. I can position him, but in the end it depends on you, whether you are willing to save him."

"Of course... I have to go and save it. If I don't know, it's okay, but I know..."

Nan Minglang wanted to say something, but the ghost system had interrupted Nan Minglang's words and said directly: "The distress signal has been cut off."

Breaked?

A bad idea flashed across Nan Minglang and asked anxiously: "That ghost system, what do you mean-"

"The distress signal is broken, but the system signal is still there!"

When Nan Minglang heard the words of the ghost system, he felt relieved in his heart, which means that the situation of death is gone.

"Student Nan, you have to be careful. My ancestor just now noticed a set of data attacking the main system."

"Attack the main system?"

Nan Minglang was stunned and couldn't help but say, "Attacking the main system is just attacking you? Then what do you mean is that this set of virus data is dealing with you?"

"Old ancestor, I wanted to find that bug at the beginning. I never had a chance yet. I didn't expect that I would come to my door on my own initiative. It seems that so many article copying systems are here, it's really because of that bug."

Nan Minglang felt that something was getting worse and wrong. First, the system almost died, and now there are unknown data attacking the ghost system. Obviously, there must be some connection between these two things.

Otherwise it would not have happened so coincidental at this time.

"Ghost System, what are you going to do now?"

"What should I do? It depends on you, classmate Nan, and then you will be your third art exam. You must work hard!"

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Harbor City.

Cao Wen looked at the hospital gown sitting on the ground, trembling with his body, and felt cold in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the person standing at the door, squatted down, and said, "You should have compromised a long time ago."

The hospital gown raised his head and looked at Cao Wen. It was those pairs of eyes, with calm eyes, but with endless hatred and no words.

Cao Wen was so cautious when he was staring at him so straight. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

It’s obvious that they are all copycats, why should they make things difficult for each other?

Cao Wen never thought that at first he thought that he would take the art exam at Yanjing Film Academy, not to mention the exam at the top, he should have entered the exam with a clear score. Then he relied on original plagiarism and embarked on the road of superstars, just like Ganbei and Wangpao Ganbei.

However, he didn't expect that things would be like this now, and he really didn't think of it. Although he knew that he often heard people online that the entertainment industry was very chaotic and the water was deep in it, he didn't expect that it would be so deep that even the Wenzigong was made into this shape. The most terrifying thing was that it was made by another Wenzigong.

Now the only thing in front of him seems to be compromised.

Otherwise, the result of waiting for him may be like the senior in front of him.

This idea made Cao Wen feel very depressed.

What exactly did the hospital gown experience? It is now clearly placed in front of her.

Cao Wen was in a heavy mood, sitting next to his hospital gown, murmured: "I originally thought about being a big star, I wanted to become a superstar, get into the Yanjing Film Academy, and then rely on those original works..."

Speaking of the word "original", Cao Wen paused slightly, and still didn't have the nerve to deceive himself in front of the person who knew the truth, and said, "The works of the original world are popular all over the world, but now I didn't expect this to be the result."

The hospital gown did not speak, and he just lowered his head, like a corpse, without a soul, sitting there.

There was no response to Cao Wen's words.

Cao Wen said, thinking about it, he felt very unwilling to accept it, and said in a depressed manner: "Why can they become famous by plagiarism and want to rob and suppress us latecomers."

"It was supposed to be plagiarizing everyone based on their ability, but they even came to suppress, or even...perse..."

Cao Wen turned his head and looked at the hospital gown. Looking at the miserable appearance of the hospital gown, he felt that these words could only be suppressed in his heart, otherwise he would not know what would happen.

These seniors who wrote not very well.

But if you think about it carefully, everyone said that they were original based on other people's works. Naturally, they were very thick-skinned. They were not a good person and would not care about other people's opinions. Being popular is a skill, but just plagiarism and shamelessness. What's so great about it?

In order to become popular, there are more people in the circle who are not broken. What's the point of shameless originality?

Just like the national dad Gong Chaowen plagiarized works, he has become popular yet. Who knows the truth? Who cares!

Cao Wen pulled the corner of his mouth and said-

"Entertainment superstar, wouldn't you copy it!"
Chapter completed!