Chapter 250: missed appointment, isolated island, basketball court side

It was a long night.

It was so long that when Xiaochi Chi recalled it later, he found it unbelievable.

After 7:30, he looked frequently at the door, but only waited time and again for the waiter who asked him if he would serve.

Xiaochi Chi hadn't eaten lunch and was really hungry now. She wanted to order a salad, but thought it would be insincere to eat early before people arrived, so she politely turned down the waiter and said she would wait.

The room is classically decorated in European style, with Wilde's poems hanging on the wall, written in floral style.

After memorizing the poem by heart, Xiaochi Chi, bored out of her mind, turned her head and made a face at herself in the floor-to-ceiling window.

When the dew of the eustoma dried up, he dipped it in lemonade and sprinkled it on the petals.

At eight o'clock, he sent a private message to the person whose name was a string of random jumbles.

"I'm already here." Xiaochi Chi tried to look upbeat, "I guess you're already downstairs."

He drank a glass of red wine and counted the one hundred and thirty-two neon lights of varying sizes outside the window before looking down at his phone.

No response.

Xiaochi Chi checked the road conditions and found no traffic jams around the area.

He went up to the records and confirmed that their appointment was indeed at 7:30 this evening.

Xiaochi Chi began to ramble.

He wondered if he was in the game now, if he needed to create a trigger to get out of a new plot line.

Is it because his bow tie is not hung well enough, is it because there is a little dust on his leather shoes now?

Maybe just the right bow tie, wipe off the dust, and then look up, he came in the door.

But when he straightened up, the door was still ajar.

Outside, there is the clinking of cups and plates and the faint sound of people talking and a faint Happy Birthday song coming from outside.

Everything is irrelevant to him.

Xiaochi Chi picked up her phone and edited a private message, "How long will it take for you to get here?"

His index finger rested on the send button for a long time, he moved his finger back to the keyboard and deleted the phrase.

He typed four words: "Are you ......" lying to me.

Xiaochi Chi immediately deleted the first four words without waiting to type them in, pretending that nothing had happened, pretending that the thought had never occurred to him.

The last words he sent out were, "I'll wait until you come."

Xiaochi Chi waited until one hundred and thirty-two neon lights went out one by one.

At three o'clock in the morning, it was as if he was sitting in the only house with light in the city, while the outside was filled with a tidal wave of darkness.

After finishing three bottles of red wine, the waiter pushed the door.

Xiaochi Chi leaned back on the 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're closing. Your ......"

Xiaochi Chi was silent.

He whispered, "You guys go away and leave a light on for me."

His voice was too low for the waiter to hear, "Sir, what did you say?"

"It's nothing." Xiaochi Chi lowered her eyes to her own reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window and let out a light laugh, "Pay the bill."

The waiter went to make the order.

Xiaochi Chi lifted a hand to rub his eyes and picked up his phone.

The most recent private message with him stopped about an hour ago, and was sent by him without reply.

The last dozen or so entries have been ridiculously stupid self-questions from him alone.

Even so, Xiaochi Chi is careful to ask for advice: "Can I come back tomorrow?"

This time, he quickly received a reply from the other side.

"You cannot send a message due to the other party's settings".

A crisp glass shattering sound came from the box.

The waiter who turned back with the list was startled by the sound, quickened his pace and pushed open the door of the compartment -

On the floor is the guest just empty red wine bottle, probably fell down accidentally knocked the corner of the table, a piece of sharp broken pieces fell into the carpet of the long pile, in the crystal lamp reflects the broken with water-colored barge light.

The waiter said, "Sir, don't move, be careful of getting hurt. I will ask someone to clean it up right away."

The guest sat in his seat, one hand on the table, shaking slightly: "Excuse me. Do you have a broom."

The waiter quickly rang the notification bell, "Sir, please don't move. Just a moment."

Xiaochi Chi bent down and picked up all the large pieces on the floor, stacking them piece by piece and placing them in the corner of the table.

After signing the order, he pulled his suit jacket, which had been ironed without a single wrinkle, up on his arm, put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly out the door.

Xiaochi Chi felt a slight darkness in front of him as he walked out of the TV tower, where the elevator workers were off duty, and looked back to see that the only light source on the tower had disappeared.

Xiaochi Chi took it for granted and walked into the darkness of the night, walking aimlessly for a while along the dimly lit street lamp posts under the road, suddenly too tired to move, and without the strength to even hail a taxi or take one.

He dialed one of the only two phone numbers he could remember: "Lucas, call the company car to come pick me up."

When Lucas came to pick him up, Xiaochi Chi was sitting on the side of the road in front of a cell phone store, bent over and with his face buried in his knees.

Lucas seems to have taken advantage of last night's vacation to change his hair color, the end of his hair dyed a light powder blue, and the smell of hair dye on his body.

He came out in a hurry, still wearing his favorite bunny pajamas.

Xiaochi Chi looked up at him, "Nice haircut, Mr. Tony."

For the first time, Lucas didn't correct him and hurried down from the car and knelt in front of him, "My ancestor, what's wrong with you? Didn't you go out to meet your friends?"

"Pigeonholed."

Xiaochi Chi summed up his nearly nine hours of waiting in three words after trying to stand up, but his face changed slightly, holding his leg and not daring to move: "...... numb."

Lucas, who has a cleanliness problem, hesitated for a moment, but sat down next to Xiaochi Chi with a broken face: "Then you lean on me."

Xiaochi Chi laughed: "I'm telling you, I'm still being followed by paparazzi. Now the headline is still buy drunken street, I'm leaning on this, tomorrow's headline is the popular movie star submarine rules agent."

"Rattling you." Lucas said, "According to our family background, it is the old man submarine rules you."

Xiaochi Chi poked him: "Usually not the old mother."

Lucas: "Get lost. Look at the context to understand. Today I'm your old man."

He grabbed the tens of thousands of dollars worth of suits in Xiaochi Chi's hand, balled it into a pillow and placed it on his right shoulder: "Know your stinky problem, here, lean on it."

Xiaochi Chi asked, "Are you really not afraid to film? It costs PR money."

Lucas said, "Shoot, let them shoot, shoot cool pull down. Anyway, with your scandal, I do not lose."

Xiaochi Chi then really leaned on it.

He called Lucas: "Tony ah."

Lucas: "Are you looking for death."

Xiaochi Chi asked him, "Have you ever had this feeling? A person who knows he's being played, but still has that little bit of hope that there's a chance he's not being played."

Lucas agreed: "Yes, I feel that way when I draw cards with kryptonite."

Xiaochi Chi : "Do you think this person is stupid?"

Lucas asserted, "Big dumbass."

Xiaochi Chi was amused and couldn't stop laughing.

Lucas looked at him sideways: "Then the big stupid fork back or not? There is a soup at home to relieve alcohol."

Xiaochi Chi straightened up, "Back."

Over the next few days, Lucas stayed by his side, contacting the Public Relations Department to resolve the night's problems and calling Xiaochi Chi a liar in every possible way.

He did the best he could.

Only, even Lucas did not understand how Xiaochi Chi spent those nine hours.

Hearing people say things, even if the narrator is more emotional, it can never be compared with first-hand experience.

What's more, what he heard was nothing more than Xiaochi Chi's understatement.

--I was tricked into meeting by someone pretending to be a good friend from the past, waited for hours in vain, and finally, he pulled me out.

Xiaochi Chi is not used to showing his wounds to people, not used to telling people how good that "good friend" is to him.

He's an adult and knows what's right and what's wrong. He knows that communication is the way to open his heart, that he can do exercise instead of taking sleeping pills if he can't sleep, and that smoking causes lung cancer.

He's just too lazy to do it for Xiaochi Chi.

People's sorrows and joys are never interchangeable, so Xiaochi Chi has turned herself into an island.

Suddenly, one day, because of an accident, he came into a whole new world. He had to live with someone else's face and identity, so he didn't dare to muddle through and get by.

He learns to do the right thing and plan the future for each host as best he can.

Because she knows what it's like to be unhappy, Xiaochi Chi wants them to be happy.

As a result, in a roundabout way, he actually returned to his parallel world.

This is not a desert island, it is a huge paradise.

Surrounded by everything he once knew, it was this familiarity that he could fully immerse himself in that was so addictive.

Honestly, what's different about this world and other worlds.

In the final analysis, the world's hundred hustle and bustle and youthful prosperity do not belong to him.

When Xiaochi Chi came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that he was habitually pinching the flesh on the inside of his own arm.

He was taken aback and immediately let go of his hand and pressed up on the back of it with his other hand.

It was an old problem of his, and he was often guilty of it when his mind strayed.

Lucas has corrected this problem many times, sometimes when shooting magazine covers, Lucas can be scared to jump up: "My God, what's wrong with you? Who beat you up?"

Xiaochi Chi blurted out, "I went to boxing practice."

Lucas: "Boxing to the inner thighs ah? What kind of erotic boxing? I reported it."

Lucas always tells him what to do, but in the end, there is nothing he can do about Xiaochi Chi.

Because even Xiaochi Chi has never thought about what it would be like to be Xiaochi Chi properly.

Later, because of the switch to another body, you can not do as you wish, this problem is naturally corrected over.

Xiaochi Chi thought that this was probably why the Lord God had sent him down to this world.

After all, of all the roles he has played, Xiaochi Chi is the only one he has failed to play.

Suddenly, Xiaochi Chi's desk was knocked a few centimeters out of alignment, waking him up from his hallucinatory dream.

The same table and the front seat don't know what kind of conflict has started and are kicking each other's stools.

The girl at the table called the girl in the front seat's comeback "backstabbing", and as a result, she was beaten by the girl at the front table with a rolled-up textbook.

Xiaochi Chi took a break from his emotions, swept up the rice eagle left in his palm 089, put it in his mouth, and served it with water from a glass of water.

He wanted to call Lou, for a little peace of mind, but remembered that there is now 089 on behalf of the class, the words to the mouth, and then swallowed, only lowered his head and smiled.

......

The main god space, "between a moment", filled with countless gas and dust, like a small nebula, pulled by the gravitational force, hovering around the cosmic wandering debris, but look closely, the dust between the flickering flow of film-like motion picture, in its silent frame after frame swept.

Each piece of dust is the story of a person's life.

The Lord God has just returned from the total system and has not yet transformed from a human body into a huge suspended brain, so his body appears extremely small in the large "between the time".

At first, he did not like this sense of insignificance, so he chose for himself the "brain" so that at least in appearance there is enough majestic work form.

He asked the AI, "All in their place?"

The AI replied, "Yes. 061 has gone back and 089 is back on duty."

The Lord God gave a hmmm.

The AI paused for a moment and opened his mouth to inquire, "Are you really not worried?"

The Lord God renders a dust to the eyes, examines for two seconds then loses interest, faithfully waved away: "Worry about what?"

AI: "Your action is too big. According to the rules, the difficulty of the world should be gradually increased, and will not arrange the last world as C level difficulty ......"

"This is how I commend my excellent employees." The Lord God said with a seeming smile, "He has randomly reached so many difficult levels before and solved them all with his own efforts, is it wrong for me to wish him a safe transition in the last world?"

AI: "With all due respect ......"

Lord God: "You've said enough straight talk."

The AI, however, failed to understand the irony in the main myth and said to himself, "Combined with the previous anomalous data, the possibility of 061 going to report is too high."

"Let him report it." The Lord God examined a speck of dust in front of him, "He doesn't remember, anyway, what he himself was dealt with for last time."

AI silence.

He knew that the Lord God and the inspector R99, who was directly in charge of the "slag attack recovery system" in the monitoring agency, were acquainted.

The AI reminds him, "You can have R99 call back his report, but you can't find a reason to format him like you did back then."

After all, if the brainy love brain host did not report 061, who had clearly asked him for leave, to leave his post without permission, the gods could suppress the matter, even if they could not find a good reason for good.

"There are plenty of reasons." The Lord God said, "Why do you think, I signed that agreement with him that allows him to have his true body in all worlds?"

The AI doesn't talk anymore.

The Lord God waved away two more dusts of disinterest: "That agreement, I didn't even send it to headquarters. ...... To put it bluntly, it was a scrap of paper."

"He has done so many violations in these worlds, plus his relationship with Xiaochi Chi ...... I just have to write up a report on his actions in any of them and submit it, not to mention formatting and even destroying him is more than enough. "

The AI sighed slightly, "Or don't destroy it. There is always a shortage of people in the system ......"

"I know." The Lord God said, "He's a very good employee. So he'll forget where he's going back to."

"If he had any sense, he should have stayed in that world with Xiaochi Chi for as long as he could."

After talking about 061, the Lord God asked again, "How many more missions are due in 089?"

After checking the data, the AI replied, "212 times."

"Try to arrange work for him." The Lord God said, "It's true that there's been more and more work lately. You need a second-in-command."

......

The next class is PE, which would logically be divided up among other subject teachers, but given the special reasons for today, the PE teacher makes an exception and rejoins the class.

The physical education teacher of the second middle school has always been irresponsible, and after the symbolic gathering of roll call, it is time for everyone to have fun freely.

The same table invited him to play basketball.

Xiaochi Chi said, "No."

Table: "No what does that mean? No fight?"

Xiaochi Chi : "No."

Table: "Then you grow so tall for what? The sky is falling and you're holding it?"

Xiaochi Chi : "To counteract the fact that you are short. Language arts ever."

The same table hammered Xiaochi Chi: "Damn. The organization has given you a difficult and honorable task, later substitute to the opposing team, to be my undercover."

After Xiaochi Chi and he signed this obscene cooperation agreement, he sat down on a wooden bench on the side of the field to rest, his head resting on the backrest, looking up at the sky.

It's not that he can't play basketball, he's just a little tired.

However, Xiaochi Chi was on the sidelines for less than 10 minutes before a weak player from the opposing team came off the field.

When he got up on the field, his table gave him a thumbs up.

Xiaochi Chi gave a thumbs up.

Xiaochi Chi used to make a movie about a basketball player who was injured and retired. He practiced for a long time with a professional coach in order to complete a few moves, and then he went to the basketball court from time to time to run and sweat.

Although it's been a long time since he played basketball, he doesn't have much feel for shooting, but after moving around, he still has the skills to carry the ball over plus play match-ups.

In addition to his height advantage, the table can only run day after day Xiaochi Chi, while running and shouting fuck - you slow down how you are like a rabbit and so back to your father will be red hot you.

After the activity, Xiaochi Chi's muscles and spirit were much more relaxed, and his body was gradually warmed up.

When it came to halftime, he ran to the sidelines in stride and took the small half bottle of mineral water he had left to drink just now and poured it over his head, and pulled up a small undershirt and wiped his face.

As he pulled up his shirt, the whispered comments of the girls in his class on the sidelines turned into excited squeals.

He sat on the bench, arms pressed into his knees, head down to control the water.

The cold water flowing over his neck under the hot sun was comfortable and stimulated his head to buzz.

Xiaochi Chi gasped, his mind in a bit of a trance.

The memories just now, or consumed his mind, until now he has not been able to completely come out, a heart like an empty piece, always feel not very comfortable.

He vaguely heard his tablemate call out to him twice, supposedly to get on the field or something.

Xiaochi Chi took another moment to look up and saw a basketball land on the rubber floor not far from him, and then bounce straight towards his face.

The table also did not expect Xiaochi Chi really did not hear everyone greeting him, so he casually smashed a ball, and deliberately did not throw it directly, but bounced it on the ground, originally thought that such a simple ball Xiaochi Chi would not be unable to catch, but who would have thought that the ball ran towards Xiaochi Chi's face up.

For a moment, he thought desperately, "It's over, he's going to be the public enemy of all the girls in the class this time.

Which basketball player can not be hit by the basketball a couple of times?

Xiaochi Chi closed his eyes, considered ready to take the face hard primary protection.

However, the rubbery wind that had hit my face was suddenly stopped.

Xiaochi Chi waited for a long time for the pain not to arrive, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a hand reaching out from his shoulder and grabbing the whole basketball empty.

Xiaochi Chi turned his head and saw Ying Lou standing behind his chair at some point.

Xiaochi Chi was stunned, and so was Ying Lou who saw Xiaochi Chi.

...... Ying Lou's eyes Xiaochi Chi is long hair adult model, hair is wet with water, down the temples, eyelashes are still a little water droplets, face floating after the exercise of the red, because the hair wet to reveal the forehead, look healthy, young and clean, like a college student.

The two men looked at each other for several seconds and both blushed.

Ying Lou's ball, which had been caught steadily, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and was held in the arms of a tablemate who had arrived.

Ying Lou looked back and gently admonished, "Be careful playing ball."

The tablemate looked at Ying Lou for a moment, gave a "hey", covered his face with his ball again, and asked Xiaochi Chi: "...... Who is this?"

Xiaochi Chi : "My brother. In high school."

Tablemate: "Which high school has such an early break?"

Ying Lou answered for me, "Skipped class."

The table was dutifully silenced.

In the eyes of uneducated junior high school students, skipping class is a rather treacherous thing, but Ying Lou has a standard good student's face, the left face of the five speaks four beauty, the right face of the pride of heaven, skipping class and his aura is completely incompatible with such things.

The same table sniffled and asked Xiaochi Chi, "Are you still fighting?"

Xiaochi Chi: "Why don't you let my brother play with you? He's the one who taught me basketball."

"Don't don't." The table resolutely conceded, "two good food and drink, the small to pull the others."

After her tablemate left, Ying Lou naturally took a seat next to Xiaochi Chi.

And the missing piece of the puzzle in Xiaochi Chi's heart was filled in just right.

Xiaochi Chi looked at him, "You skip class?"

"Still not quite sure about you. I took a leave of absence from the teacher and will not go to school before the start of the school year." Ying Lou tone is very calm, like talking about a simple thing, "the system side of things also finished, rewarded 1500 points exchange points, can be used to exchange for good feeling value can exchange items."

Xiaochi Chi waited half a day for the following: "...... is gone?"

Ying Lou : "Well, no more."

In the muffled thud of the basketball hitting the ground, Xiaochi Chi leaned back and pretended to be relaxed, "You can just use the system to talk to me about this."

Ying Lou replied, "Because I want to see you."

Xiaochi Chi looked at Ying Lou and thought, "It's so hot, it burns his face.

"Isn't that a bit abrupt?" Ying Lou raised her hand and gently pressed the back of his head, saying gently, "Next time I will be ready with enough reasons to meet you again."

Somehow, Xiaochi Chi's heart skipped a beat.

The tone of ...... Ying Lou's voice just now reminded him of the person he had tried so hard to forget.

To be honest, they are not very similar.

The person who cheated on him was very young, without Ying Lou's gentle and sure sense of confidence, and acted more like a teenager in love for the first time.

Xiaochi Chi doesn't know why he suddenly connected these two people.

Is it just because they both use the word "abrupt"?

Xiaochi Chi recalls that he had a casual conversation with 061, whose identity had not yet been revealed, in the second world, and suspected Ying Lou's true identity.

At that time, the two talked about Ying Lou's previous memories.

He said, "There was a little accident, and it was all forgotten."

He added, "I owe a man a date."

And 089 said on the rice eagle that Lou had been formatted.

And before formatting, he handed a disk to 089.

Xiaochi Chi dug his hand into his trouser pocket and tapped the corner of the disk twice, pondering.

All the character combinations that can be tried should have been tried according to 089.

He gave this to himself rather than to Ying Lou , for one thing, probably because he was afraid of attracting the attention of the Lord God, and for another, because he believed he could crack it.

......32 bit password ah.

Ying Lou asked him, "Why aren't you talking, thinking about something?"

"Well." Xiaochi Chi looked at Ying Lou, "Brother, don't you think that Shoucheng Zhu is having a little too smooth a time?"

Ying Lou : "Hmm?"

Xiaochi Chi: "He has been coaching for more than 20 years. The oldest child he's ever coached is almost 40 years old. So far, no one has come forward to accuse him?"

"Time has changed, right?" Ying Lou thought the question was not that difficult, "Besides, without evidence, what to accuse? In the end, I just put up with it and let it go."

Xiaochi Chi's eyes blinked, not fully agreeing with this answer: "Is he that lucky? Not to mention suing him in court, not even one came to his house to extort and spill?"