A slutty man suddenly heard the voice of a slutty man, and a middle-aged man with a shirt open, rushed into the ward with great strides, came to Ding He's bedside, and snatched the money from Xiaomin's mother's hand.

"What are you doing?" Ding He was startled by the man who suddenly appeared, thinking it was a robber, and shouted loudly.

"Baby, don't meddle in other people's business!" The middle-aged man snatched the money, stuffed it into his arms, and threatened at Ding He with a grin.

"Dad, what are you doing? This is my savior!" Zheng Xiaomin suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the man's clothes, and said loudly.

"Savior? Then I'm still his savior? How much has it cost to be hospitalized these days?" The middle-aged man shook Zheng Xiaomin away and shouted loudly, "I want to give him more money, no way!"

"Chen Laoer, what are you doing? Is this the place where you are wrong?" Xiaomin's mother could no longer help but said angrily.

"Is it so stupid? What's it so stupid?" The middle-aged man ignored Zheng Xiaomin and his daughter, covered the money in his arms, shouted with a vicious look, "This is my daughter's money, I have the final say! I'm still waiting for the money to turn the tables? Don't even think about it!"

"Can you speak human language? He is Xiaomin's savior!" Xiaomin's mother's face turned red because of anger and she said loudly.

"Speaking human language? I think this kid is just pretending!" The middle-aged man glared at Ding He and shouted loudly, "The doctor said it was just a skin trauma, but he was fine. He stayed in the hospital and refused to leave! My money is not money!"

"You...you..." Xiaomin's mother was so angry that she couldn't speak when she was talking to her.

"What do I do? Isn't it?" The middle-aged man looked proud and continued to shout.

Ding He was on the side, not wanting to take care of the other party's housework, but now he is touched by himself and cannot watch it on the wall. Ding He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said to the middle-aged man: "Stop quarrel! I'll go!"

"Huh, you kid are aware of your appearance!" The middle-aged man smiled and said happily, "Get out quickly, you can save me some money."

Ding He was in a coma for three days, and the wounds of being beaten on his body were no longer as painful as before, and he could barely endure it. Ding He endured the pain, lifted the quilt on his body, and prepared to get out of bed.

"Brother, don't leave! The injuries on your body have not healed yet?" Zheng Xiaomin hugged Ding He's arm and begged.

Ding He looked at Zheng Xiaomin, feeling a little soft-hearted, and stopped. But when he turned his head, he saw that the middle-aged man looked contemptuous and furious, pushed Zheng Xiaomin away and sat up from the bed.

"Oh, get up! Don't lie down!" The middle-aged man looked contemptuous and sarcastically at Ding He, "If you leave today, I will respect you as a man! Don't lie back, hehe..."

"Chen Laoer, you..." Xiaomin's mother stroked her chest and almost fainted from anger.

Ding He stood up from the bed, took out his clothes from the bedside table next to the bed, and staggered towards the ward door.

"Brother, don't leave, you are not well..." Zheng Xiaomin said, wanting to chase after him.

Before he could move his legs, the middle-aged man grabbed Xiaomin and threw it hard on the hospital bed beside him, shouting and cursing: "Little stingy, I am your father, he is your father! If it weren't for you, would I spend so much money?"

Ding He listened to the other party's scolding, walked out of the ward, put on his coat, and walked towards the stairs without looking back. Because he was beaten, he was hit by the other party's legs and walked a little unsteadily. He held the handrail of the stairs and rushed down angrily. When he reached the corner of the stairs, Ding He staggered down, and suddenly a figure quickly walked upstairs, and the two almost collided.

"Sorry! I'm really sorry!" Ding He looked at the other party, and in order to dodge himself, he almost fell down the stairs and quickly apologized to the other party.

"It's okay!" the other party stood firm and said with his head up.

Ding He looked at the other party. The other party was wearing a big mask and a pair of phoenix eyes were very vivid. Seeing that the other party was fine, Ding He turned around and continued downstairs angrily. The other party watched Ding He stagger downstairs, afraid that Ding He would fall, and knew that Ding He had gone downstairs safely, so he turned around and walked towards the ward.

"Sister, wow..." The other party actually walked into the ward where Ding He had just left.

"What's wrong, Xiaomin?" After entering the ward, the woman took off her mask and asked Zheng Xiaomin who was crying.

If someone in the ward is now, he can definitely recognize that this woman is Zheng Mengyuan, the young actress in the entertainment industry who is popular in half the sky. Zheng Mengyuan is just a stage name, and her real name is Zheng Xiaolan, which is Zheng Xiaomin's real sister.

In anger, Ding He left the hospital and walked away from the far away with anger. The anger slowly dissipated, and Ding He felt the pain like needle-like pain on his body. He was originally beaten and injured his muscles for a hundred days and needed to rest well. Today, the anger rushed out and touched the wound again, which naturally hurt so much.

Ding He touched his pocket, and there were only about 300 yuan left. He stood by the roadside and gritted his teeth to pick up a taxi. According to the address he remembered in his mind, he asked the master to send him to Building 18, Jade County.

"Here, young man! There are 73 yuan and 4 cents in total, so you are 73!" The taxi master looked at the distance and said to Ding He.

"Seventy-three? So expensive? It's a little cheaper!" Ding He took out his pocket, feeling a little distressed and was ready to bargain.

"Cheap? You can't see the watch!" The master was anxious when he heard this, pointed to the watch in the car and shouted loudly.

"Okay, don't shout, master! I'll give it, I'll give it!" Ding He counted out seventy-three from the remaining money with heartache, and handed it to the taxi master. The master took the money, looked at Ding He, shook his head, kicked the accelerator, and drove away quickly, leaving Ding He with a burst of car exhaust.

Watching the taxi walk away, Ding He gently opened the unit door, and after entering, he quietly closed the door. He tiptoed like a thief, walking towards the downward stairs, but the voice-controlled lights were not turned on.

After turning two turns, Ding He came to a door and stopped, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door. After gently closing the door, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the light. Ding He lived in an underground storage room, less than 20 square meters, and a table and a bed inside were almost filled.

"Hu!" Ding He took a deep breath, lay on his bed, feeling a little relaxed.

"System!" Ding He closed his eyes and shouted in his consciousness.

"Host, what's wrong? It's okay, don't disturb me to rest!" The familiar electronic synthesizer sounded, and there was a sense of laziness in the sound.

"The system is still sleeping?" Ding He asked in confusion.

"Nonsense! What else can you do without energy and sleep? Say it quickly!" The system electronic synthesizer suddenly angrily and shouted.

"Is something wrong! System, I want to ask, is there any way to make money?" Ding He begged with a look of hope.

"Please figure it out, I am a star development system, not a money-making system! Goodbye!" The system ignored Ding He's prayer and replied coldly.

"No! System! System..." Ding He shouted several times, but the system ignored Ding He at all.

"What kind of system is like 2,500 or 80,000!" Ding He lay on the bed and said angrily, "They all write in their novels. With the system, all the beautiful women's money has come! Why am I so miserable? System, don't do this! People have all kinds of big gift packs, what about us?"

"Did! Congratulations to the host for getting the novice gift package!" Ding He just finished complaining, and the system sound came.

"Oh my god, there is really! The system is great!" Ding He said flatteredly when he heard the gift package, "System, what is in the gift package?"

"The gift of novices includes 1 lottery and one skill book!" The system responded to Ding He.

"Release lottery? How to draw? Why are you hesitating? Come on! It's better to draw a million!" Ding He thought about the lottery, and his saliva was about to flow out.

Suddenly, Ding He felt a flash in front of his eyes and a huge turntable appeared. There seemed to be countless grids on the turntable, and some small words were written in the box, which were blurred.

"System, what are the prizes?" Ding He worked hard for a long time and couldn't see clearly what was written on the turntable.

"The host level is too low, and there is no permission to check it!" said the system in an official tone.

"System, we are from the same boat, let's reveal it!" Ding He didn't give up and said close to the system.

"The host level is too low, no permission to check it!" the system said again.

Ding He tried several more times, but the system still did not reveal any verbal words. In desperation, Ding He had to give up and chose to start the lottery. As soon as he finished speaking, the huge turntable began to rotate rapidly. Ding He's eyes couldn't keep up at all, and the turntable was spinning at all. After several minutes, Ding He felt that the turntable was turning faster and faster, without any intention of stopping.

"System, when will it stop?" Ding He asked to the system.

"The lottery is controlled by the host, and the host needs to stop it!" The system explained to Ding He in a tone of "silly" look.

After hearing this, Ding He ignored the system's ridicule and shouted awkwardly: "Stop!"

As soon as Ding He's voice fell, the turntable stopped quickly as if it was powered off. The huge pointer in the middle fell steadily on one of the grids. At this time, Yang Lei finally saw clearly the words on the grid, the guitar was the elementary guitar.

"Drip! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a guitar primary skill book!" The system sounded.

"Skills Book? Where is it? How to learn it?" Ding He was confused and looked at the big turntable disappearing, and asked the system.

"Please go to the storage box to check!" the system replied to Ding He.

"Storage box? What the hell?" Ding He asked in confusion.

As the three words of the storage box were spoken, a huge box appeared in front of Ding He. From the opening of the box, two books with white light flew out. Two books, one left and one right, appeared in front of Ding He. The cover of the book said "Guitar Elementary" and "Singing Elementary".

"Singing at the beginning? Didn't I smoke?" Ding He asked in confusion.

"Silly host, the novice gift package comes with a skill book, a chance to draw!" The system seemed to be defeated by Ding He's IQ and said in a helpless tone.

"Oh, I remembered it!" Ding He then remembered and continued to ask, "How to use this skill book?"

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