Chapter 611 Is Your Writer's Hobbies So Unique?

Turning into a spider in a dream didn't make Peter stronger in reality.

He's still the little weak chicken he used to be.

But such a magical thing really excited him. He even searched a lot of information on the Internet, and probably figured out what this so-called 'dream world' is.

Holographic game world!

Oh, God!

He couldn't believe that this kind of thing that only existed in the concept of science fiction was actually developed, and it was so real.

Moreover, he was so lucky to become a 'closed beta player'!

Peter excitedly wrote about this incident in his own experience on the school's forum, with a lot of clicks and comments.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that he, who used to have no sense of existence, would really become a star in the school, and when he walked in the school, someone would really greet him kindly.

"Hey, great writer!"

A hot girl in a cheerleading short skirt and a young suspender was chatting with a group of girls. When she saw him coming, she turned around and raised her hand, waving her white and slender fingers to greet him.

That sweet and greasy voice, that lazy and playful golden curly hair hanging down the grand canyon...

You really deserve to be a cheerleader!

Peter swallowed, but said with a serious face, "No, I'm not a writer, this is a real experience!"

The hot girl laughed so hard that her whole body was shaking, and the little weak chicken Peter stared straight at him.

She seemed satisfied that she was so attractive, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she brushed her hair proudly, "Okay, I know, you writers like this, telling everyone your stories is real."

Peter really wanted to argue with her about this matter, but the whiteness in his eyes was getting bigger and bigger, and a scent of fragrance hit him, making him swallow the rest of the words together with his saliva.

"Your stories have been great, I was wondering if I could join you on post number 6?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, his cheeks turned red, and seeing the girl's soft fingers touching his chest, gently scratching and pulling, shaking his heart, his whole body became dizzy.

"When... of course..."

Peter seemed to be drunk and walked towards his classroom. Suddenly, he heard the clear laughter from the girls. Looking back, he saw the hot girls and the sisters were pointing at him and laughing. They didn't know they were discussing wearing something.

"Shredded coconut!" Peter shook his fist vigorously.

"Hey, Julie, why are you looking for this little chick, he can only kiss your neck when you stand up."

Julie curled her hair with her fingers, and looked at Peter's back thoughtfully, "Don't you know how popular he is in the school forum? His story says that he follows some unknown Guidance, climb towards a certain mountain, and stop abruptly when the fifth chapter arrives."

"I think……"

The corners of her mouth curled up, "Maybe his next story needs a heroine, a hot girl, just like the princess and the frog prince. As long as he writes me beautiful and attractive enough, I The popularity of her will surpass that stinky bastard Evelyn in an instant."

"Will he cooperate with you?"

"Heh~" Julie took out a small mirror from her small bag and looked at the beautiful and attractive face inside, "What do you think?"

The next weekend, Peter's parents bought a plane ticket to Birmingham. This industrial city has enough job opportunities. They plan to settle there in the future and need to look ahead to see if there is a suitable low-cost house.

The family didn't have much money, so they saved as much as they could, so Peter didn't go.

He doesn't want to go either, his mind is full of Julie's sexy figure, yesterday Julie promised him to come to his house to write a post with him.

He got up early that day, watched his parents go out helplessly, quickly found a broom and rag, and cleaned up the whole house inside and out.

It was around 5 pm that Julie knocked on his door.

"You are not good, make an appointment at this time." Julie's beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she looked at the sunset in the sky with a teasing smile on her face.

Peter looked serious, "I didn't agree on this time on purpose, I just want to share a magical world with you, but the ones there can't be entered until 5:30 at the earliest."

"Heh~ man." Julie looked around Peter up and down. Although she was not tall and thin, she seemed to be considered handsome, so she reluctantly nodded.

She brushed her big wavy hair, her pink lips slightly raised, "If your post satisfies me, I don't mind if you take me to heaven tonight."

"???" Peter froze for a moment, unable to understand what Julie was saying.

Before he could say anything, a fragrant hand pressed against his chest, and gently pushed, "You haven't invited me in yet, do you like standing at the door and chatting?"

"Oh, oh, ok, come in."

Peter led her all the way to his room, carefully closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains and locked the door before turning his head.

But Julie stared at herself with wide eyes, "You can't be so impatient, hey, Peter, I need to see the post first."

"No, no, no." Peter signaled her not to speak, took out a box from under the bed, and found a key from under the table leg, opened the box, and took out a helmet from inside.

"???" Julie looked at the helmet suspiciously, and then at Peter who was expecting to put it on, "Is your writer's hobby so unique?"

"Try it!" Peter looked at Julie expectantly.

Julie glanced at the helmet with some disgust, then at Peter, and finally sighed, what can I do, everyone is here.

This can be regarded as a sweetener.

"If my hairstyle is crushed, I will collapse." She muttered, and took the helmet with some helplessness, "So light?"

Peter didn't speak, just looked at her straight.

Julie rolled her eyes, put on the helmet helplessly, straightened her hair, cursed inwardly for being crazy, and then raised her head, "How is it?"

Suddenly, she only felt a roar hit.

It was as if someone took a big hammer to decorate the house and smashed the wall and hit the back of her head viciously.

In just an instant, her nosebleed flowed out, dripped down her face, and seeped into the helmet.

Snapped!

She fell to the ground and twitched like a dying fish.

"Julie! Julie!" she heard Peter's panicked cry before she passed out.

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The sunset glow soaked the sky, and the wind blew the vines on the floor-to-ceiling windows, shaking the wind chimes below to make a crisp sound.

During this Christmas holiday, George and Fred are still struggling to study their homework for the past three years. Their progress has reached the third grade, just like Anton's.

Neville wasn't at the cottage today, longing to spend more time with his parents.

Anton was struggling to pull inside a piano, adjusting it with a delicately shaped tool, while Anna flipped through the manual in her hand and directed Anton to operate it.

In the middle of the hall of the hut, in a small copper basin on an irregularly shaped table, hot charcoal is steaming, ironing the oolong tea in the teapot.

Hannah was lying on the parchment with a pen, compiling the story background for the "Wizard World" live-action war game.

At this moment, she suddenly raised her head and looked at a large wooden table behind the sofa.

There is a pocket animal pen on the wooden table, which contains phantom scenery, a model made of real objects, and several handmade dolls.

There are already several small animals moving inside.

There are spiders, there are snakes, there are puppies, there are birds...

At this moment, a huge red exclamation mark cursor appeared above the wooden table, "Hey, guys, something went wrong!"

George and Fred quickly threw away the quills in their hands and ran over. Anton raised his head from the piano stand, frowned at the exclamation point, and turned to look at Anna.

"Network error 691, there is a problem with the login account." Anna has integrated the blood of the werewolf Animagus, and can easily see various details from far away.

Anton pursed his lips, walked quickly to the side of the sand table, and looked down at the spider that was marked and stained red.

"I need to figure out what happened to this 'Spiderman' as soon as possible?"

Anna nodded, grabbed his hand as if grabbing a feather, and arrived at the French window in three steps at a time. She jumped and jumped off the 4-meter-high platform.

Then it bounced high and quickly approached the edge of the animal pen and the forbidden forest.

There, the Animagus clone of Peter the Muggle Squib was lying on the ground twitching rapidly.

George and Fred also followed quickly, and their speed was no worse than that of a werewolf.

"Merlin's beard!" Hannah looked at their backs in shock, "No one took me!"

She looked around, seeing that Neville was not there, she could only sigh, and ran to the wall to tear off the broomstick.

Shh~

Quickly caught up.