Chapter 3: A Ruined Voice Against the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
Wang Qingyang was not a timid person.
However, in the middle of the night, a voice that was neither yin nor yang suddenly appeared beside his ear. This was so shocking that anyone could break through his defense!
His body trembled and he froze for a few seconds.
He slowly turned around and saw that the seven cardboard boxes were still sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room.
Fortunately, there was nothing scary.
It wasn't a ghost baby or a vengeful spirit.
He must have been drunk.
After comforting himself for a while, he touched the bottle again. The temperature was still very hot.
"Brother, the water is so hot. Do you want to burn the child to death?”
The voice sounded again.
However, it was different from before. His voice was raised a few degrees, like a broken gong trying to fight a KTV scene like the Qinghai-Tibetan Plateau.
"Who…who are you?" Wang Qingyang's voice changed.
"Big Brother, the amount of milk powder is not right either. It's so diluted. Do you want the child to starve to death?”The voice rebuked.
"Who is it? Come out quickly!"
The muscles on Wang Qingyang's face had completely deformed. He picked up the kitchen knife and cut the air a few times.
"Big Brother, if you give the baby a milk bottle without disinfecting it, he will have diarrhea.”
"If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! What's the point of hiding?"
Wang Qingyang continued to cut at the air.
" Big Brother…calm down. We can talk things out." The voice finally softened.
In fact, it was better to be like before. This softened voice was like the seductive voice of a transvestite from Thailand.
Wang Qingyang felt a chill run down his spine, but he quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice,""Who exactly are you?"
"I'm the Super Godly Daddy System." the voice said slowly.
"System?"
"Um…I'm not mistaken, am I? Wait a moment, I'll check."
Following that, Wang Qingyang heard the sound of a mechanical keyboard tapping in his mind.
The voice that called itself the "System" was still mumbling to itself.
"That's right…"
"Host Wang Qingyang, age 20…"
" Profession…No, no, I haven't entered society yet. I'm a university student…"
“……”
" There's no mistake about the implant, cough cough…" The voice said with certainty." Then you're a transmigrator, right?”
Transmigration?
Wang Qingyang was lost in his memories.
That year, when he was still a baby, he was left in a vegetable basket at the entrance of Hang City's Second Welfare Institute.
His mother, the director of the orphanage, found him and took good care of him, allowing him to grow up healthily.
However, before he could report to his " mother ", a sudden fire broke out…
He wanted to go in and save the hospital director's mother, but he was swallowed by the flames.
That fire should be the trigger for transmigration.
The heavens also felt that his life was tragic, but his life was not destined to end.
Thus, he transmigrated to this world.
Without the support of the system, he survived as Wang Qingyang.
Many years had passed, and he had almost forgotten his identity as a transmigrator.
The word " transmigration " was too far away from him now.
"Big brother? Why are you standing there? Say something!"
A voice that sounded like a duck's voice pulled Wang Qingyang back from his memories. He quickly calmed down and said,"I did transmigrate."
" That's right. I said, how could there be a mistake? If there's a mistake, how can we report back…"
The more the drake croaked, the more he couldn't stop.
This androgynous voice kept ringing in his mind, and it was really annoying.
" Stop…" Wang Qingyang rubbed his temples.
"Oh? Roar…I'm sorry, I was too excited. You can feed the children now.”the system said cheerfully.
Wang Qingyang quickly opened his phone and searched on Baidu:
How to make milk powder for babies
1. He used boiling water to disinfect the milk bottle. 2. He used 40 degrees Celsius water to brew the milk powder.
After looking at a few of them, he quickly took out a soup pot.
After washing it, he filled a pot of tap water and started boiling it.
Then, he took out a few milk bottles from the No. 7 carton and washed them before putting them into the soup pot.
The water began to boil, and the milk bottle boiled for a while.
The milk bottle was disinfected.
The crying in the cardboard box became more and more urgent. It was obvious that she was starving.
Wang Qingyang panicked in the kitchen and shouted in the direction of the cardboard box,""Right away, the milk will be ready soon!"
According to the instructions on the milk powder can, he scooped a spoonful of milk powder into the bottle.
Fortunately, there was a temperature adjustment option in his water dispenser. He had already chosen 40 degrees.
Just as he was about to press it down to get water, the neutral voice sounded again."Big Brother, you can't do this. You can't add the milk powder first and then add water. The milk powder will clump together.”
Wang Qingyang suspiciously took out his phone to check. As expected, he retorted angrily,"Why didn't you f * cking say so earlier?"
" This is a test of your abilities," the System said with a smile." Besides, you didn't ask me…"
Goosebumps rose.
Wang Qingyang ignored him and quickly brewed the milk powder. He took a milk bottle in each hand and strode to the carton.
Hearing the wails coming from the box, he became worried.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
The show that was being played right now was definitely the " Gourd Brothers " produced by the Shanghai Fine Arts Film Studio!
"Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers;
Seven flowers on a vine;
He was not afraid of the wind and rain;
Lalalala…
Clang, clang, clang…"
The seven calabash brothers burst into tears, wailing for food.
But he was only one person and had two hands. Which one should he feed first?？？
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