It was a long night.
When Chi Xiaochi recalled it for so long, he felt incredible.
After 7:30, he frequently looked at the door, but only waited time and time again to ask the waiter who could not serve him.
Chi Xiaochi didn't eat lunch, and was really hungry now. He wanted to order a salad, but he felt that he had eaten in advance before people arrived, which seemed unsincere, so he declined the waiter and said to wait.
The private room is decorated in a classical European style, and Wilde's poems are hung on the wall, written in squiggles.
After memorizing the poem by heart, Chi Xiaochi, who was extremely bored, turned his head and made a face at himself in the floor-to-ceiling window with his cheeks puffed up.
When the flower dew of the bellflower dried, he dipped it in lemonade and sprinkled it on the petals.
At eight o'clock, he sent a private message to the man whose name was a string of random characters.
"I've already arrived." Chi Xiaochi tried his best to look optimistic, "I guess you're downstairs."
He drank a glass of red wine and looked at the one hundred and thirty-two neon lights of different sizes outside the window before looking down at his phone.
no reply.
Chi Xiaochi checked the road conditions and found that there was no traffic jam around.
He looked up the records and confirmed that their appointment was indeed at 7:30 tonight.
Chi Xiaochi began to think wildly.
He wondered, if he was in the game now, would he need to create a trigger point to get out of the new plot line.
Is it because his bow tie is not hanging well enough, is it because there is a little bit of dust on the leather shoes now
Perhaps just in time to bow tie, wipe off the dust, and look up again, he came in.
But when he straightened up, the door was still ajar.
Outside, there was the sound of the collision of cups and plates, the subtle human language, and the faint happy birthday song.
Everything has nothing to do with him.
Chi Xiaochi picked up the phone and edited a private message: "How long will it take you to come?"
With his index finger on the send key for a long time, he moved his finger back to the keyboard and deleted the sentence.
He typed in four words: "Are you..." Lie to me.
Without waiting for the text to be entered, Chi Xiaochi immediately deleted the first four words, pretending that nothing happened, pretending that he never had this idea.
In the end, the words he sent were: "I'll wait until you come."
Chi Xiaochi waited until the one hundred and thirty-two neon lights went out one by one.
At three o'clock in the middle of the night, he seemed to be sitting in the only lighted house in the city, and the outside was full of tidal darkness.
After drinking three bottles of red wine, the waiter pushed the door open.
Seeing that it was not Lou Ying's disguise, Chi Xiaochi leaned on the soft cushion and looked at him with slightly drunken eyes. Just as he was about to repeat that he didn't need to serve the food, he heard the waiter politely say, "Sir, we are closing. you… "
Chi Xiaochi was silent.
He said softly, "You guys go and leave me a light."
His voice was too low for the waiter to hear: "Sir, what did you say?"
"It's nothing." Chi Xiaochi lowered his eyes, looked at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, and chuckled, "Pay the bill."
The waiter took the order.
Chi Xiaochi raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and picked up the phone.
The most recent private message with him stayed an hour ago, it was sent by him, and there was no reply.
The last dozen or so pieces of content are all his own self-questioning and self-answering, which is ridiculously stupid.
Even so, Chi Xiaochi carefully asked the other party's opinion: "Can I still come tomorrow?"
This time, he quickly received a reply from the other party.
"You cannot send a message due to the other party's settings".
There was a crisp sound of broken glass from the box.
The waiter who turned back with the list was startled, he quickened his pace, and pushed open the box door—
On the ground was the empty red wine bottle that the guest had just drank. It was probably accidentally knocked on the corner of the table when it fell, and pieces of sharp fragments fell into the long pile of the carpet, reflecting the broken water-colored bark under the crystal lamp. Light.
The waiter hurriedly said, "Sir, don't move, be careful of getting hurt. I'll ask someone to clean it up right away."
The guest sat on the seat with one hand on the table, trembling slightly: "Sorry. Is there a broom?"
The waiter quickly pressed the notification bell: "Sir, please don't move. Wait a moment."
Chi Xiaochi bent down, picked up all the large pieces of debris on the ground, folded them one by one, and placed them on the corner of the table.
After signing the bill, he rolled up his unwrinkled suit jacket, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out slowly.
Walking out of the TV tower where the elevator workers were off work, Chi Xiaochi felt that the road ahead was slightly dark, and when he looked back, it turned out that the only light source that was still lit on the TV tower had disappeared.
Chi Xiaochi walked into the dark night as usual, and walked aimlessly along the dim lamppost under the road for a long time. Suddenly, he was so tired that he didn't want to move. He didn't even have the strength to call or take a taxi.
He dialed one of the only two phone numbers he could remember: "Lucas, call the company car to pick me up."
When Lucas came to pick him up, Chi Xiaochi was sitting on the curb in front of a mobile phone store, bending over and burying his face in his knees.
Lucas seems to have changed his hair color while on vacation last night. The ends of his hair were dyed a light pink blue, and he still smelled of hair dye.
He came out in a hurry, still wearing his favorite bunny pajamas.
Chi Xiaochi looked up at him: "Mr. Tony, the hairstyle is good."
Lucas didn't correct him for the first time, got down from the car in a hurry, and knelt in front of him: "My ancestor, what's the matter with you? Didn't you go out to meet friends?"
"It was pigeoned."
Chi Xiaochi summed up his nearly nine hours of waiting in three words. He wanted to stand up, but his face changed slightly. He held his legs and didn't dare to move: "... Ma."
Lucas, who was obsessed with cleanliness, hesitated for a moment, but sat down beside Chi Xiaochi with a broken face: "Then lean on me."
Chi Xiaochi smiled: "Let me tell you, 80% of the paparazzi are still following me. The current title is still drunk on the street. For me, tomorrow's title will be the unspoken agent of a popular movie star."
"Fuck you," Lucas said. "According to our family background, Lao Tzu is the unspoken rule for you."
Chi Xiaochi pierced him: "Isn't it usually my old lady?"
Lucas: "Go away. Do you understand the context. Today my mother is your father."
He snatched the tens of thousands of suits from Chi Xiaochi's hand, turned it into a pillow, and put it on his right shoulder: "I know your stinky problems, come on, come on."
Chi Xiaochi asked, "Are you really afraid of taking pictures? It will cost you public relations fees."
Lucas said, "Shoot, let them do it, slap it and pull it down. Anyway, I won't suffer if there is a scandal with you."
Chi Xiaochi really leaned on it.
His name was Lucas: "Tony."
Lucas: "Are you courting death?"
Chi Xiaochi asked him, "Have you ever felt this way? A person, he clearly knows that he has been tricked, but he still has a little hope that he may not have been tricked."
Lucas agreed: "Yes, I feel this way when I draw cards."
Chi Xiaochi: "Do you think this person is stupid?"
Lucas asserted: "Big idiot."
Chi Xiaochi was amused and couldn't stop laughing.
Lucas turned his head to look at him: "That idiot can't go back? There is a hangover soup at home."
Chi Xiaochi straightened up: "Go back."
For the next few days, Lucas stayed by his side, contacting the public relations department to solve the trouble that night, while changing tricks and scolding the liar for Chi Xiaochi.
He's done the best he can.
However, even Lucas didn't understand how Chi Xiaochi spent those nine hours.
Hearing things from people, no matter how emotional the narrator is, can never be compared with personal experience.
Besides, what he heard was just an understatement by Chi Xiaochi.
- I was tricked into meeting by someone who pretended to be a good friend from the past, waited for hours in vain, and finally, he blocked me.
Chi Xiaochi was not used to showing his wounds to others, and he was not used to telling others how good that "good friend" was to him.
He is an adult and knows what is right and what is wrong. He knew that communication was a way to open his heart, that he could exercise instead of sleeping pills if he couldn't sleep, and that smoking could cause lung cancer.
He was just too lazy to do it for Chi Xiaochi.
People's joys and sorrows never communicate, so Chi Xiaochi lived as an island.
Suddenly one day, because of an accident, he came to a whole new world. He wants to live with other people's faces and identities, so he doesn't dare to be muddle-headed and just living by.
He learns to do the right thing and plan the future as best he can for each host.
Because he knew what it was like to be unhappy, Chi Xiaochi hoped that they would be happy.
As a result, after going around in circles, he actually returned to his own parallel world.
This is not a desert island, it is a huge paradise.
He was surrounded by everything he was familiar with, and it was this familiarity that could be completely immersed that made people addicted.
Honestly, what is the difference between this world and other worlds
In the final analysis, all the excitement and youthful prosperity in this world do not belong to him.
When Chi Xiaochi came back to his senses, he found that he was habitually pinching the flesh on the inside of his arm.
He was startled, and immediately let go of his hand and pressed the back of his hand with his other hand.
This is his old problem, when his mind wanders, he often falls ill.
Lucas has corrected him many times. Sometimes when he takes off his clothes when shooting a magazine cover, Lucas can jump up in shock: "My God, what's wrong with you? Who was beaten by you?"
Chi Xiaochi said nonsense: "I'm going to practice boxing."
Lucas: "Punching to the inner thigh? What kind of erotic boxing? I'll report it."
Every time Lucas confronted him, but in the end, he always had nothing to do with Chi Xiaochi.
Because even Chi Xiaochi never thought about what it would be like to be a good Chi Xiaochi.
Later, because I switched to someone else's body, I couldn't do whatever I wanted, and this problem was naturally corrected.
Chi Xiaochi thought, this is probably the reason why the Lord God sent him to this world.
After all, he has played so many roles, but the role of Chi Xiaochi is the most unsuccessful.
Suddenly, Chi Xiaochi's desk was knocked a few centimeters crooked, knocking him out of his dream.
The same table and the front seat are kicking each other's stools for some reason.
The same table called the counterattack of the girl in the front seat as a "slapper", but she was hanged and beaten by the girl in the front seat with the rolled up textbook.
Chi Xiaochi pulled away from his emotions, swept away the rice carvings left by 089 in his palm, put it in his mouth, and took it with the water in the water cup.
He wanted to call Lou Ge to ask for some peace of mind, but remembered that it was the 089 generation class over there. When the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them again, and just lowered his head and smiled.
…
The space of the main god, "in between moments", is filled with countless gas and dust, like a small nebula, pulled by gravity, surrounded by stray fragments of the universe, but if you look closely, the dust flickers and flows like film. A dynamic picture, on which frame by frame passes silently.
Every dust is the story of a person's life.
The Lord God has just returned from the general system, and has not yet transformed from a human body into a huge suspended brain, so his body is extremely small in the huge "in between moments".
At the beginning, it was because he didn't like this sense of insignificance that he chose "brain" for himself, a work form that was at least majestic in appearance.
He asked the AI: "Everything belongs to you?"
AI replied: "Yes. 061 has already returned, and 089 has also returned to the duty room."
The Lord God hummed.
AI paused for a moment and asked, "Are you really not worried?"
The Lord God extradited a piece of dust to his eyes, looked at it for two seconds before losing interest, and waved it away: "What are you worried about?"
AI: "Your action is too big. According to the regulations, the difficulty of the world should be gradually increased, and the last world will not be arranged as a C-level difficulty..."
"This is how I reward outstanding employees." The Lord said with a half-smiling smile, "He encountered so many difficulties before, and he solved them with his own efforts. I hope he can transition safely in the last world. Is this wrong? "
AI: "With all due respect..."
Lord God: "You speak out enough."
However, the AI failed to understand the irony in the main myth, and said to itself: "Combining with the previous abnormal data, the possibility of 061 reporting is too high."
"Let him report." The Lord God looked at the dust in front of him, "Anyway, he doesn't remember what he was dealt with last time."
AI is silent.
He knew that the Lord God and the inspector R99, who was directly responsible for the "Scum Attack Recovery System" in the monitoring agency, knew each other.
AI reminded him: "You can ask R99 to call back his report, but you can't find a reason to format him like he did back then."
After all, if the love-brain host who has no brains reports that 061, who has already asked him for leave, leaves without permission, even if the Lord God can suppress this matter, he will not be able to find a good reason.
"There are reasons." The Lord God said, "Why do you think I should sign the agreement with him that allows him to have a real body in various worlds?"
AI stopped talking.
The Lord God swept away two more uninteresting dusts: "I didn't send that agreement to the headquarters at all. ... To put it bluntly, it is a piece of waste paper."
"He has done so many illegal things in these worlds, coupled with his relationship with Chi Xiaochi... I just need to write a report on his actions in any world and submit it, not to mention formatting, even destroying him It's more than enough."
AI sighed slightly: "Don't destroy it. The system has been short of manpower..."
"I know," said the Lord Shinto. "He's a good employee. So he'll forget where he's going back."
"If he is acquainted, he should stay in that world with Chi Xiaochi, the longer the better."
After talking about 061, the Lord God asked again: "How many more missions of 089 should be due?"
After checking the data, the AI replied: "212 times."
"Try to arrange work for him." The Lord God said, "There are indeed more and more jobs recently. You need a deputy."
…
The next class is physical education, and it is reasonable to say that it will be divided up by teachers of other subjects, but due to the special reasons today, the physical education teacher made an exception to resume work.
The physical education teachers of No. 2 Middle School have always been irresponsible. After the symbolic call is made, it is time for everyone to have fun.
The same table invited him to play basketball.
Chi Xiaochi said, "No."
Deskmate: "No, what do you mean? Don't fight?"
Chi Xiaochi: "No."
At the same table: "Then why are you so tall? You are wearing it when the sky is falling?"
Chi Xiaochi: "In order to make you short. Have you ever studied Chinese?"
The same table hammered Chi Xiaochi: "Dead ghost. The organization has given you a arduous and glorious task, and you will be benched in the opponent's team and be my undercover agent."
After Chi Xiaochi signed this obscene cooperation agreement with him, he sat on the wooden bench beside the court to rest, resting his head on the backrest, looking up at the sky.
It's not that he can't play basketball, he's just a little tired.
However, Chi Xiaochi left the court side empty for less than ten minutes, and a weak man in the opposing team left the court.
After he got up to play, his tablemate gave him a thumbs up.
Chi Xiaochi returned a thumbs up.
Chi Xiaochi previously made a movie about a basketball player who was injured and retired. In order to complete several movements, he practiced with a professional coach for a long time. Later, he often went to the basketball court for a run and sweated.
Although he hasn't played basketball for a long time, he doesn't feel good when shooting, but after the event, he still has the skills to dribble and play with others.
Coupled with his height advantage, the same table can only drive Chi Xiaochi to run every day, shouting fuck you slow down while running, how can you be like a rabbit when you go back, your dad will burn you.
After the activity started, Chi Xiaochi's muscles and spirits relaxed a lot, and his body gradually became hot.
At halftime, he strode to the sidelines, splashed his head with the small half bottle of mineral water he had just drank, then pulled up his vest and wiped his face.
When he pulled up his clothes, the chatter of the girls on the sidelines suddenly turned into a small scream of excitement.
He sat on the bench, his arms on his knees, and he lowered his head to control the water.
Under the scorching sun, the cold water flowing over his neck was very comfortable, and it also stimulated his head to hum.
Chi Xiaochi gasped, feeling a little dazed.
The memories just now still consumed his mind. Until now, he has not been able to fully come out. His heart seems to be empty, and he always feels uncomfortable.
He vaguely heard the same table call him twice, it should be about to play or something.
Chi Xiaochi paused for a while, and as soon as he looked up, he happened to see a basketball landed on the rubber ground not far from him, and immediately bounced straight towards his face.
The tablemate didn't expect that Chi Xiaochi really didn't hear everyone greeting him, so he smashed the ball at random, and deliberately didn't throw it directly, but bounced it on the ground. I thought that such a simple ball Chi Xiaochi would not be able to Can't catch it, who would have thought that the ball would go up to Chi Xiaochi's face.
For a moment, he thought desperately, it's over, this time he has to become the public enemy of the whole class of girls.
Who can play basketball without being bumped once or twice by basketball
Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes, which was considered to be the primary protection of hard contact with his face.
However, the rubbery wind that had hit his face was suddenly stopped.
Chi Xiaochi waited for a long time for the pain to subside. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a hand sticking out from his shoulder and Sora grabbed the entire basketball.
Chi Xiaochi turned his head and saw Lou Ying standing behind his chair at some point.
Chi Xiaochi was startled, and Lou Ying who saw Chi Xiaochi was also startled.
… The Chi Xiaochi in Lou Ying’s eyes is adult with long hair. The hair is moistened with water and falls down along the temples. There is still a little drop of water on the eyelashes, and there is a blush on the face after exercise, because the hair is wet and exposed. The forehead looks healthy, young and clean, like a college student.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, both blushing.
Lou Ying failed to catch the ball that he had received steadily, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and was held in his arms by his fellow tablemate who came over.
Lou Ying came back to his senses and whispered, "Play carefully."
The tablemate glanced at Lou Ying, said "hey", then covered his face with the ball and asked Chi Xiaochi, "... Who is this?"
Chi Xiaochi: "My brother. He is in high school."
Deskmate: "Which high school has such an early holiday?"
Lou Ying replied: "I skipped class."
The tablemate kept silent.
In the eyes of uninitiated junior high school students, skipping class is quite a perverted thing, but Lou Ying has a good student face that can't be more standard, the left face is five-speaking and four-beautiful, and the right face is the pride of the sky. Such things as skipping classes and his aura Totally incompatible.
The same table sniffed and asked Chi Xiaochi, "Are you still playing?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Would you like my brother to play with you? He taught me basketball."
"Don't." The same table resolutely confessed, "The two are delicious and delicious, and the younger one will pull the others."
After the same table left, Lou Ying sat down beside Chi Xiaochi naturally.
And the puzzle piece that was missing in Chi Xiaochi's heart was just filled.
Chi Xiaochi looked at him: "Are you skipping class?"
"I'm still not worried about you. I asked the teacher for leave, and I won't go to school before school starts." Lou Ying's tone was flat, as if he was talking about a simple matter, "The system is over, and the reward is With 1500 exchange points, you can use it to exchange for items that can be exchanged for goodwill points."
Chi Xiaochi waited for a long time to read: "... gone?"
Lou Ying: "Well, no more."
Amidst the muffled sound of the basketball hitting the ground, Chi Xiaochi leaned back, pretending to be relaxed, "You can just tell me no with the system about this."
Lou Ying replied, "Because I want to see you."
Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying and thought, "It's so hot, it made his face hot."
"Is it a bit abrupt to say that?" Lou Ying raised his hand and gently pressed the back of his head, and said gently, "I will prepare enough reasons to see you again next time."
For some reason, Chi Xiaochi's heart jumped.
... Lou Ying's tone just now reminded him of the person he once tried so hard to forget.
To be honest, they are not very similar.
The person who deceived him was very young. He didn't have the gentle and sure self-confidence like Lou Ying.
Chi Xiaochi didn't know why he suddenly connected these two people.
Just because they both use the word "abrupt"
Chi Xiaochi remembered that in the second world, he had a chat with 061, whose identity had not yet been revealed, and doubted Lou Ying's true identity.
At that time, the two talked about Lou Ying's previous memories.
"If something goes wrong, it's all forgotten," he said.
He added, "I owe someone a date."
And 089 said on Mi Diao that Brother Lou was formatted.
And before formatting, he gave a disk to 089.
Chi Xiaochi put his hand into his trouser pocket and tapped twice on the corner of the disk, thoughtfully.
The combination of characters that can be tried, according to 089, should have been tried.
He gave this to himself instead of Lou Ying. First, he might be afraid of attracting the attention of the Lord God. Second, he also believed that he could crack it.
… 32-bit passwords.
Lou Ying asked him, "Why don't you talk and think about things?"
"Well." Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying, "Brother, don't you think that Zhu Shoucheng's life is too smooth?"
Lou Ying: "Huh?"
Chi Xiaochi: "He has been coaching for more than 20 years. The oldest child he has brought is almost forty. So far, no one has come out to accuse him?"
"Time has changed." Lou Ying felt that this question was not difficult. "Besides, if there is no evidence, what are the accusations? In the end, I will endure it, forget it."
Chi Xiaochi blinked, not fully agreeing with this answer: "His luck is so good? Not to mention suing him in court, and not even one who came to his house to blackmail him?"