Hearing the exasperated curses of the narrator, a smile appeared on Feng Qi's face.
Just as he thought, the narrator was always present.
However, in order to slack off, it did not say anything and silently spied on him.
"It's fine. Continue to slack off. I'll look for you if there's anything."
[Rejected. Actually, I don't exist in the real world. I just vaguely sensed that you were scolding me, so I projected a portion of my consciousness into reality. Now, my projection is about to dissipate. Goodbye!]
"…"
There was nothing Feng Qi could do when the narrator refused to admit it.
However, as long as he knew that the narrator existed in reality, he could directly ask if there were any problems.
It was already late at night. After washing up, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.
As he thought about his worries, his thoughts gradually emptied, and his expression gradually became peaceful…
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