After coaxing the bunny, He Ruge consumed a little love and opened the iron door of the 20th compartment. The little white tiger in the compartment sat in the cotton nest, looking up at He Ruge, his blue eyes flashing with complicated emotions.
He Ruge felt that he must be crazy, but he could see mixed emotions from a fluffy tiger face.
He clicked on the floating frame beside the little white tiger to check the status.
[Friendly]: For No. 20, you are a special existence, favorability is 37
[Unawakened]: No one has found out that No. 20 is a little monster, except you
Can favorability still increase automatically? He remembered that it was 35 o'clock not long ago.
It's strange to say, no matter how bad the mood is, after seeing the little white tiger, it suddenly clears up, even if the other party has a stinky face, He Ruge still thinks it's arrogant and cute.
He clicked [Feeding], the only options for feeding were bottles, and the last piece of candy had already been fed to the bunny by He Ruge.
Holding the bottle in his hand, the pacifier was brought to the mouth of the little white tiger. He Ruge looked at the screen with his cheeks raised, looking forward to seeing the little white tiger sucking milk.
Are you obediently raising your little head and sucking desperately against the pacifier? Because I was drinking too hard, the sound of drinking milk kept sounding, the little pink nose twitched, and the bud-like tiger ears rhythm with the rhythm of drinking milk...
In the previous few feedings, they were all fed through the iron gate. He Ruge couldn't see anything, and could only listen to the voice to make up his mind. As an imaginative writer, when He Ruge hears the sound of sucking milk, he can think of a white belly, and when he thinks of a white belly, he can think of a cat sucking in Wenxiang Nuanyu's arms.
When He Ruge's brain was filled with excitement, the little white tiger suddenly bit the pacifier, took a few steps back, and pulled the bottle from He Ruge's hand.
number 20
[No. 20 is independent and easy to be shy, and is not used to being breastfed by others, nor is he used to eating under the watch of others]
The little white tiger turned around and used his butt to drink milk at He Ruge.
He Ruge looked at the back of the little white tiger in disappointment, and suddenly, the black eyes behind the lens gradually lit up—
The fluffy little butt is also very cute! And the tip of the tail, which was shaking involuntarily, made He Ruge's heart tremble.
Although the tiger's butt cannot be touched, can the game provide the option of touching the butt after he maxes out his favorability
There is always a dream, what if it comes true
[Daily tasks:
Feeding experimental subjects (dinner ※Completed)]
After drinking the milk, the little white tiger held the pacifier and dragged the bottle to He Ruge. After putting down the bottle, He Ruge saw a little milk stain on the mouth of the little white tiger.
This is a short-tempered child who drinks milk and fights. If he looks like a good wife, he should be boldly holding up the milk cup and blowing it. After eating, he put down the cup, and there may be a layer of milk ring on his face. .
With such an informal character as Little White Tiger, he wouldn't notice the milk ring immediately, and he might even stare at him blankly, and asked fiercely, what are you laughing at.
He Ruge couldn't stop thinking about it, and He Ruge felt that he was finished. Following the bold idea of "wanting to steal a little white tiger and go home", he wanted to "take a super fierce little Zhengtai home".
With a mysterious smile on his face, He Ruge clicked on the interactive option, first the daily chatting session [dialogue].
He Ruge actually has a lot of things in his heart that he wants to talk to the little white tiger, such as what the little white tiger likes to eat, so that he can go to the love mall to buy snacks. Another example is that the little white tiger has no headache today, will it be sad
But... this is a game after all, and the little white tiger is just a character in the game, so he can't chat with him.
number 20
[Aoao "The stench from the ferret is the smell of rotten eggs"]
[Roaring "Do you like the taste? Maybe... sweet. Since I rarely taste it, I think it's very special"]
What surprised He Ruge was that in this conversation, Little White Tiger had a rare chatter, and was no longer as silent as before. This gave He Ruge an illusion of chatting with friends, and he couldn't help but click [Conversation] again, hoping to hear more different answers.
number 20
[…]
[No. 20 suddenly shut up and said too much at once, which is a little difficult for him]
The little white tiger on the screen put his chin on his paws and looked at the floor quietly.
He Ruge suddenly felt that the little white tiger was like a small snail, with a hard shell, but a soft heart inside. He is full of distrust of the outside world. He has to work very hard, be brave and brave, and then take a small step towards the person he likes.
You can't do anything to startle him when the tentacles are cautiously sticking out of the shell, because any bells and whistles will cause him to retract into the shell.
He really... likes this little white tiger more and more.
The mouse clicked [stroking], the hand on the screen slowly approached the little white tiger, the little white tiger raised his eyes to look at the hand that was getting closer, he did not hide or dodge, kept his chin on his claws, calmly looking at that only hand.
When the palm gently stroked the small head, the little white tiger also had a calm attitude. It was this calm water response that made He Ruge feel flattered.
number 20
[Begin to get used to your touch on the 20th]
[(The feeling of warm and soft hair coming from my hand]
[No. 20 closes his eyes slowly]
The little white tiger seemed to be asleep.
number 20
[The 20th is a little sad, and a little happy]
[he is tired]
The ten-minute interaction time has not yet passed, and He Ruge has not bought delicious food from the love mall to feed the little white tiger, but at this moment, he consciously left the compartment.
This may be strange, but... His little white tiger is tired, he should take a good sleep when he is tired, and everything will pass.
He didn't know what the plot of this game would be like, or what would happen to Little White Tiger next. For the first time in He Ruge's life, the desire for krypton gold surged up.
If this game can krypton gold, he wants the most kryptonite gold, to spoil the little white tiger.
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After taking off his helmet, Xi Guican found that the game seemed to really cure his illness. The sea of spiritual consciousness that had been out of control, had a faint connection with him again.
That's a good thing.
He fell into the cotton nest, and the pain in the sea of consciousness did not subside immediately. Xi Guican has an extraordinary ability to endure pain. Maybe he tasted most of the pain in the world when he was a baby. No matter how severe the injury is, he will not shed tears, show weakness, or cry out in pain.
It is said that a child who can cry has milk to eat. When a child cannot be comforted no matter how much he cries, he will not cry.
Later, it was unexpectedly discovered that killing would ease his pain. When his head exploded, he would always do terrible things.
Killing insects is killing, killing interstellar people is also killing. In fact, many times, he will feel that there is no difference between interstellar and zerg. The same is killing, he is red-eyed in Star Wars, but will be touted as the blade of the Federation. It may be that he has no sense of belonging to the Federation, and it is difficult for him to equate his actions with defending the country.
Mao Zixie once persuaded, Major General Xi, you must love life.
While he tried to love life, he didn't really want to live.
Living is very tiring, and there is no hope, but he is unwilling to end this life easily, because the first half of his life has been trapped in a prison and controlled by others. It's a pity that I finally got freedom and just died like this.
But this body tortured by the nightmare, it seems that there is no fun in living. He has no friends, no family, no lovers. He was already standing in a high position, but he felt that he had nothing to rely on. Even though he lives on a planet of his own, he still feels trapped in the cramped No. 20 compartment.
"Little bunny, open the door~" A singing voice came from next door, and the tiger's ears turned following the source of the sound.
Xi Guican was a little dazed at this moment, and his originally pessimistic thoughts were all disrupted by this sudden singing. He was stunned for a while before he understood the meaning of the lyrics.
The little bunny is good? Such, such childish lyrics
Xi Guican, who had never heard a nursery rhyme, was stunned. He hesitated and was a little curious, just like when he first went to the 20th cubicle when he was a child and heard the little rabbit next door crying and calling his mother. He walked to the iron wall and quietly put his ear against the wall.
Separated by a wall, the man on the opposite side was singing softly, and he hummed: "Little rabbit, please open the door~"
There are many hyphenated words, which are lyrics sung to children, like sitting in rows and eating fruit. But no one has ever said this to Xi Guican.
"Hurry up, I want to come in~"
At this moment, He Ruge seemed to be the size of a thumb, standing in front of his heart door, knocked politely on the door, and asked him if he could come in.
Behind that person is another world, a bizarre and colorful world, there will be a lot of sweet fruit candies falling from the sky, and it will rain candy.
He Ruge just sat on the clouds and sang. That person's voice was soft, soft and gentle, and his speech was slow, but when he was happy, he would be very brisk, and the ending sound rose happily.
Holding a handful of fruit candies in his hand, he shook his head and threw it from the air.
The air was really filled with the sweet smell of fruit candy, and the little white tiger twitched his nose and heard the grunting sound of the little rabbit next to him eating the candy with satisfaction.
The tail that was wagging unconsciously stopped, and the little white tiger sat back to the cotton nest in a sullen mood. He suddenly held back his anger, and there was a sense of anger that something that should belong to him was taken away by someone.
Obviously this is his exclusive lover. The sugar should also be his.
And... He Ruge never sang to him.
Xi Guican thought unhappily with a stern face.
At that time, the iron door was pushed open, and the young man walked in with a smile, his eyes were eager, and his black eyes seemed to glow. He Ruge is a very special existence in this game, and the person who designed this game is really insidious.
The designer restores everything as it is, and the gloomy environment is so dark that it can breed ghosts and ghosts. Only He Ruge is alive, his eyes are bright, and the blood of his lips is full, making this person look warm.
Except for He Ruge, no one will treat him well.
So in the game, it is an inevitable result that he has a good impression of this game character. Ask yourself, does he like this "exclusive lover"
… I like it a little bit.
He likes the way He Ruge looks at him, which makes him irresistibly delusional, as if he is really loved.
Can someone like him be loved too
When Xi Guican drank milk, he concentrated on this question.
—If, I mean if, if you like me, how much do you like me, more than you like the little bunny next door
— No, that should be asked. Is your love for me already set in this game? If it is set, how much do you like me
He wanted to ask the question.
But when he really wanted to speak, the needle he didn't know where it came from punctured the courage that he had finally mustered up.
The little white tiger was like a deflated balloon, lying slumped in the cotton nest, its tiger ears drooping, and his eyes fell on the ground, he said to himself in his heart:
monsters like you.
How to be liked
Xi Guican suddenly felt exhausted, as if the day he returned to the emergency room, he was lying on the hospital bed, listening to the doctor say unfamiliar academic terms. The sudden and strange illness made it all like a ridiculous dream. In the dream, he was still driving the mecha across the Star Wars, and when he opened his eyes, he had been lying on the sick bed for a long time and had not run wildly.
Xi Guican slowly closed his eyes.
A milky hand touched his forehead, it was an overly gentle touch.
He thought that he should like this kind of touch, like a dream that is too beautiful and shattered when it is touched.
But dreams always wake up.
When he woke up, he still had nothing and was alone.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Xi Guican: I want to hear you sing, the lyrics have mine
He Ruge: Two tigers, two tigers, run fast~ run fast~ one has no ears and the other has no tail, so strange~ so strange~
Xi Guican: … You actually said I was weird QAQ