: Ninety-eight. 6 days

　　 Knowing Wen Ziying's class from Yan Wei, Xia Yu didn't find it immediately.
　　 He approached the door with his front foot, and the other person's body was borrowed on his back foot. It was too obvious.
　　 After school, he stood in the corridor outside Wen Ziying's class, pretending to be waiting.
　　 Just look at it from a distance to start the game, no need to get close.
　　Wen Ziying came out a little late, and the girls walking around Xia Yu watched Xia Yu whispering, making Xia Yu a little awkward.
　　 He had some fame when he was in school. Later, because of the cultural festival, he got a lot of limelight. This time he went to the musical instrument competition all the way and he has become the most famous person in the school.
　　 Had Yan Wei deliberately revealed that he had a girlfriend, his life could not have been as peaceful as it is now.
　　 That's it, the girls are still ready to move, and a few brave guys come up to greet him and try to talk to him.
　　 Xia Yu went over it perfunctorily.
　　 Ten minutes after the school bell, Wen Ziying finally left the classroom.
　　 That is a young girl who looks capable and mature, with a touch of nobility and coldness.
　　 She has a nice face. When she debuted in the second year of high school, the novel she wrote was actually relatively immature, and it became a best-seller only because of the title of the most beautiful writer in the region run by the publishing house.
　　 publishing house broadcasted her photos as a peripheral at the time, which greatly boosted sales.
　　Later, her writing skills improved rapidly and she no longer needed such operations.
　　 When Xia Yu found Wen Ziying, Wen Ziying also found Xia Yu. The girls who walked around Xia Yu were all looking at him, very obvious.
　　 Is this the piano player?
　　 Wen Ziying of course also knows Xia Yu. She had also said a few words with Xia Yu in the literature agency before.
　　 would you like to say hello?
　　 Forget it, he doesn't seem to lack women to greet him.
　　 Passing calmly in front of Xia Yu, Wen Ziying suddenly felt a flower in front of her eyes.
what's the situation?
　　 Wen Ziying wanted to stop and check if there was anything in her body, but her body did not stop.
what happened!
　　 The girl panicked, she opened her mouth for help, but her voice only echoed in her mind.
　　 Xia Yu heard the girl's shout, he did not answer, there were others beside him.
　　 came to a more remote place, he opened his mouth: "Stop calling, it's me."
　　 did not think that her body would not only walk by itself, but also speak by itself, Wen Ziying was startled.
　　 "Who are you?" she asked.
　　 "I said it was me."
　　 "Do you think you are telecommunications fraud? Do I have to cooperate and say, ‘oh, oh, it’s you’?"
　　 This girl is very good at complaining.
　　 "I am the future you, and I have important things to come here." Xia Yu felt that Wen Ziying was not an alien who would believe, so he changed his explanation.
　　 Wen Ziying was not sure whether what Xia Yu said was true, she followed Xia Yu's words and asked: "What's the matter?"
　　 "Confidentiality."
　　 "So what do you want to do?"
　　 "Don't worry, I will leave when I achieve my goal. Now tell me where your home is?"
　　 "Aren't you the future me? I don't know where my house is?" Wen Ziying asked in a mocking tone.
　　 "I am you seventy years later, when you reach ninety, can you remember where you lived when you were twenty?" Xia Yu said calmly.
　　 "I am seventeen years old!" Wen Ziying corrected.
　　 "Okay, okay, seventeen years old."
　　 Xia Yu asked again, and came to Wen Ziying's house under the guidance of the girl.
　　 That is an ordinary commercial house.
　　 Entering the house, to the bedroom, Xia Yu first called up the bonus panel and took a look.
　　 [Language bonus lv1, inspiration bonus lv1, screenwriter bonus lv1]
　　 There is no writing bonus!
　　 took a closer look again, and the doubt in Xia Yu's heart disappeared.
　　The creation of a novel is about telling a story, and the screenwriter is also telling a story. With language talent, it is not difficult to become a best-selling author.
　　 text is also a kind of language.
　　 At the same time, Chinese is a language, and English is also a language. With this, he can master the languages ​​of other regions.
　　 He put his gaze on the last bonus again.
　　Inspiration, it should be said that it is creative inspiration, which is not only used in story creation, but also in painting creation and music creation.
　　 However, Xia Yu is currently not planning to make any creations, and it is temporarily useless.
　　 "What are you going to do." Wen Ziying asked Xiang Xia Yu again.
　　 "Learn a foreign language." Xia Yu replied.
　　 "You dream!" Wen Ziying's reaction was fierce.
　　 "...I said it literally." Xia Yu explained.
　　 Wen Ziying didn't answer Xia Yu immediately, no matter who this kind of affection happened, it would be very embarrassing.
　　 "Where do I start to learn?" Xia Yu gave the girl a step.
　　 "So, me from the future, did you forget the English you used to know?" Wen Ziying exposed Xia Yu's lie.
After sighing, Xia Yu said, "Forget it, just tell you. Fifty years later, a group of monsters crawled out of the crypt and occupied the world. They erased all human language memory and made humans only I can make a humming sound, I can’t communicate, so I can’t organize to resist them.

　　 "I came here just to reproduce the human language and organize mankind to overthrow the rule of Weiwei." Xia Yu was very happy.
　　 "Do you say I believe it?" Wen Ziying asked~EbookFREE.me~ Then you believed that your body would be controlled by others? Xia Yu asked back.
　　 The girl did not answer. She skipped the topic and started teaching directly.
　　 Hang up all the nineteen experience cards, even if the language is difficult, Xia Yu also learns quickly.
　　 Eight hours later, returning to his body, his language skills have reached lv3.
　　 At this level, life in the second district is no longer a problem.
　　As long as one aspect of the game's skills reaches the upgrade conditions, the remaining aspects will also be upgraded to the corresponding level.
The language of 　　lv3, in addition to other regional languages ​​such as English, French, Russian, also gave Xia Yu the ability to grasp the words.
　　 For example, when I saw the sea before, I could only utter the sigh of onomatopoeia, but now, I can use some rhetoric like metaphors to describe it.
　　 Unless you are writing text, this ability has no effect.
　　The important thing is that the foreign language problem is finally solved.
　　 pointed out the column, Xia Yu deleted Wen Ziying, and calculated that there would be a few days before adding it back to An Siyao.
　　 Today is late at night on the 19th, and on the 20th in more than ten minutes, the 26th is the time for the third game. There are six days left.
　　 You can see An Siyao in six days.
The 　　 column has been vacated for An Siyao, but in Xia Yu's heart, there is still no answer.
　　 Forget it, let the flow go, first set a small goal of 3 billion months of water, so that you can afford it.
　　 Lying on the bed, Xia Yu went to sleep.
　　 After the sun rose, he went downstairs and bought a copy of the Arctic Daily. There was no missing-person notice looking for Akalin. There was no problem with An Siyao.
　　 He reached the white cat with confidence.