Chapter 58: Battle of Zhuolu (Comic content)
What makes readers happy is that Qi Heng was indeed punished by the protagonists.
The young man on the hospital bed looked calm but he was actually guilty. The small bun on the back of his head drooped down and he looked like a Q version of himself, listless and without energy.
The three protagonists take turns to persuade him with emotion and reason to make him understand the mistake of his actions.
Whenever this happens, the barrage would become the supporting role, responding in agreement while taking screenshots of Qi Heng’s rare helpless look.
"That's right, how come you can't do any of them, cat! (in a low voice)"
"My sister said at the beginning that this guy is a friendship-minded person :D"
"It's rare to see Xiaoye so angry. The expressions of the three teammates are all very interesting..."
"Xiao Ye isn't the type to accept sacrifices from his friends. What Maomao did this time really scared them. They had even agreed to protect themselves before entering the competition."
"The twins next door are already close and soft-hearted... As expected, this kind of awkward child should have reliable friends and relatives! (An An with his hands on his hips.jpg)"
"I'm still thinking about the close-up of the cat's eyes when it was blocking the arrow. I always feel that it can give us a glimpse of his bad past QAQ"
…
really.
Song Ling looked at the well-behaved Qi Heng in the comics and found it difficult to reconcile the boy with his previous appearance.
Sharing Lin Muyu's doubts, he was also thinking about Qi Heng's affection and closeness to the protagonists. It was clearly just a short period of contact, how could it lead to such a level of devotion?
Can it be so easy for the young man who is rude to outsiders and doesn't care about his own life to let down his guard and become good friends with three unknown strangers who can trust his life and death?
"But what if he wasn't like this before?"
Song Ling scribbled casually on the paper, writing down the clues he had collected previously one by one.
"The protagonists have strong intuition and the ability to judge people. Trusting their judgment of people can rule out the possibility that Qi Heng has any malicious intent."
"The occasional reminiscence in his words, the nostalgia in his eyes, and the cunningness that is no different from that of a normal teenager... all show that he is not cold from the inside out."
So, is it that the protagonists have similarities with his former companions that makes the boy feel strangely familiar and subconsciously close to them?
Although it is not good news, it is the most reasonable inference at present.
Song Ling was silent for a moment as he looked at Qi Heng who raised his hands to beg for mercy on the screen.
So, what about your former companions?
In the apocalypse, death is a very normal thing, not to mention that the team is often organized by idle psychics and there is no rescue team waiting outside.
Therefore, he would feel panic when the arrows were flying towards his teammates' fatal points, he would sacrifice himself to break the difficulties at the critical moment, and he would be locked in his past memories and become the Qi Heng of today.
"Is meeting the protagonists a good thing or a bad thing?"
He murmured.
Perhaps it is because the characters in this comic are too vivid. Watching them fighting, laughing, bleeding and crying, I am unknowingly drawn into this world.
He actually worried about a character's past and future.
"Don't worry about it. This is much friendlier than those comics where there's a minor injury every three chapters and a major death every five days."
"The cartoonist even labeled it 'Easy'!"
Song Ling calmed down and circled the final conclusion on the paper. The page was filled with writing, and he gently turned it over, revealing a new, white page.
——
The glorious medal was placed on Qi Heng's healed palm, at the spot where there was a bloody hole.
In the comic, the boy was a little stunned. He listened to Lin Muyu's words and obediently held the honor in his hands.
Is this my medal?
Qi Heng felt the cold touch in his hands, his eyes were a little confused, but a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
The three protagonists looked at him quietly, feeling sincerely relieved that he did not resist, and felt that correcting the bad thoughts of teenagers was just around the corner!
Lin Muyu smiled and said gently:
[This medal belongs to you.] 】
[But next time, I hope it will be the four of us standing on the stage together. 】
Next time▇, the four of us▇▇stand together▇▇▇.
………
It was like the sound of a huge bell, or like a dream. The slack strings in my mind suddenly tightened and were suddenly touched.
The precious memories buried deep in his memory suddenly surged up and swept over to envelop Qi Heng.
His pupils constricted, his body froze in place, and even the gentle smile on the corners of his lips froze, becoming both awkward and funny.
He must be feeling terrible now.
Under the surprised and uneasy gazes of his teammates, the boy used his remaining consciousness to control himself and lower his head. He violently pulled open the hair tied at the back of his head, letting it scatter on his shoulders and cheeks, trying to cover himself up by deceiving himself.
…
A familiar voice sounded in my mind——
[The cooperation this time was very good and the copy was cleared easily, thanks to you, ▇▇. 】
[As the most seriously injured person in the team...have you forgotten what we agreed upon again, that we wouldn't rush forward rashly? I can never catch up with you no matter how hard I try. 】
[…Okay, you are still very good at making excuses. 】
[But next time, the four of us will stand there together to receive the commendation, ▇▇. 】
…
The reassuring voice soothed his struggling consciousness and pulled him down into the depths, resting with them in the depths.
But that is not the resting place of nostalgia.
Rather, it is a burial ground where heaven and blood repel and merge.
Why did it end like this? 】
A hoarse and weak voice replaced that voice, asking confusedly in his heart.
No one responded. It was obvious that even Qi Heng himself could not answer this question.
He just knelt on the ground, with his head lowered for a long time, staring blankly at the ground.
I saw the endless darkness again. Even the water was dirty. The human figures reflected above were turbid. Desperate screams and crazy roars were heard everywhere.
[They... my companions...]
A hoarse voice whispered.
There was an unclear amount of dirt and blood on his hands. Qi Heng raised his eyes and saw only a smear of tragic bright red.
The interference from the outside world broke the illusion, the picture of the nightmare was shattered, and the sharp fragments that fell suddenly seemed to cut his skin and pierce his eyes.
Qi Heng subconsciously closed his eyes, his consciousness returned to his soul, and his five senses suddenly became clear. The stiff body started to move again and began to breathe rapidly.
Nausea, choking, discomfort.
The cold hands were held tightly, the warmth was transferred to the skin, and the trembling shoulders were gently patted. He was enveloped by the heat and taken away from that hell.
【……】
The breathing gradually became smoother and no one spoke in the room.
[Don't worry, I'm fine.] 】
After an unknown amount of time, Qi Heng raised his head, and his cheeks, which had finally turned rosy, had lost their color again. He nodded to the three of them, his eyes returning to calm.
The medal was taken away by Si and An, and the numb palms were still covered with warmth.
He struggled gently, and the other party looked at the boy's expression seriously, exchanged a glance with the other two, and finally let go tentatively.
Qi Heng withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and stared for a moment, then raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead and tucked the tangled hair behind his ears.
Lin Muyu handed him warm water, and he took a sip slowly. His voice was still a little hoarse when he spoke.
[I just remembered something bad, it will be fine soon. 】
[Also, I have remembered everything you said, so don't worry. 】
His expression returned to calm, as if the scene just now was just a harmless little incident that could be easily stepped over without any problem.
The protagonists looked at each other again, with mixed emotions in their eyes.
The protagonist was calm, but the three of them were still unable to calm down because of the sudden bad news.
Lin Muyu frowned, then quickly relaxed his facial features, smiled, said goodbye to Qi Heng, and walked out the door with the other two.
Everyone was in such a happy mood, as if they had suffered a collective amnesia and did not comment on what had just happened.
The door was closed tightly, blocking Qi Heng from seeing inside.
"The protagonists before closing: Hehehe"
"The protagonists behind the closed door: no laughing matter"
"I don't laugh either!! Why are there so many developments in this chapter that make my pupils tremble? The cat's memories can't be said to be miserable, they can only be said to be extremely miserable!! :( "
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay! Haha, you're doing this PTSD thing, right, cartoonist :)"
"Four people, four people... I also had three teammates before I went to Maomao. Although I knew that most of them were dead, I didn't expect that Maomao would leave such a serious stress..."
"She must be a very good person, otherwise he wouldn't be so attached to her. And her tone is very familiar. Just by looking at the words, I can imagine a gentle voice. She must be a companion who has been together for a long time QAQ"
"At least it proves that the cat still has the will to move forward! Otherwise, she wouldn't have felt familiar with the protagonists and become close to them! This is mutual redemption!! (screaming)"
…
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
The group chat without Qi Heng will continue to demonstrate its usefulness tonight.
——
Song Ling was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information, and the pen in her hand almost started smoking as she marveled at the cartoonist's generosity.
I really don’t dare to think that he will fill up several pages of paper during the next group battle. The clues this time are enough for him to write a 3,000-word forum.
Others read comics to gain spiritual nourishment, but he reads like he is writing a paper.
Song Ling rubbed his calloused knuckles and slid the screen down awkwardly with his little finger, thinking that this update should stop here.
When I had no hope, a lively font came into my sight:
【Little Easter Egg】
"Easter eggs?"
Caught off guard by this, he stared intently with eyes wide open, his hand continued to slide down, and sure enough, there was another picture.
The content of a group chat between three people titled "What to do if the whole team suffers from PTSD" is as follows:
(PS: In order to avoid eye fatigue, the cartoonist deliberately changed the nickname to the character name (heart.jpg))
"Tsukasa and An: ..."
"Ye Yunhe: ..."
"Lin Muyu: ..."
"Tsukasa and An: Captain! Captain, what's wrong with you? You can't be silent!!"
"Lin Muyu: I'm just thinking."
"Ye Yunhe: I'm also thinking, wondering if today is Mercury retrograde, otherwise why are there so many bad news coming to us:)"
"Si Yuan: Xiaoye, it can't be such a coincidence that our entire team would be in Mercury retrograde at the same time..."
"Ye Yunhe: (Crawling in the dark)"
"Lin Muyu: I thought about it. In order to avoid offending Xiaoheng unintentionally, we can no longer have a direct conversation like we did today."
"Si Yuan: Yes... You can't do bad things with good intentions. I was scared to death today Q_Q"
"Lin Muyu: We can use a subtle approach."
"Ye Yunhe: Oh, it's just boiling a frog in warm water? O_o"
"Lin Muyu: Yes, direct conversation can indeed be more effective, but the cost is too high. Our goal is to make Xiaoheng understand his own importance and learn to keep himself out of danger, rather than forcibly correcting his so-called bad behavior."
"Si and An: Question! How can we subtly boil the frog in warm water? o_O"
"Lin Muyu: This matter mainly requires the joint efforts of the three of us. We can choose to quietly enter at a suitable node and talk about something related to our purpose."
"Lin Muyu: But there is no need to treat the other person like a porcelain doll. This is not good for our relationship. Just remember that you have this mission and proceed casually."
"Lin Muyu: After all, we still have a lot of time. Xiaoheng also said that we can ask him to team up to clear multi-player dungeons in the future."
"Ye Yunhe: I understand."
In dark or bright environments, the mobile phone screens of the three people were on for a long time.
Between inefficient sleep and efficient chatting, they chose the latter.
The three of them had a long discussion on the topic of "boiling a frog in warm water", determined to dispel their anxiety tonight.
In short, dark circles will not spare anyone who stays up late, no matter you are a habitual offender or a first-time offender, and your original intention is for a great future or what to eat tomorrow.
[Good night, dear readers.] 】
The cartoonist printed this sentence at the end.
It's a rare kind of sensationalism.
It almost made readers forget the landmine he had planted this time.
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