Chapter 2 A very bad visit
Shen Cinian was in a bad mood, mainly because of the three yellow-haired guys jumping around in his sight.
One stepped over his head, one tried to form a "gang" in front of him, and the other made noise that hurt his eyes and ears.
This made him want to find a partner to play dungeons together, if for no other reason than to torture himself.
He parked the car, returned to his neat and clean apartment, and sat at his computer desk to look up roommate information.
No. I expected that; it's a small county after all.
Just when he was feeling disappointed, he saw the website of a pub when he scrolled his mouse.
When I clicked on it, the shop owner’s avatar was a puppy with its tongue sticking out.
Below the puppy is the icon of the weird game and the abbreviation of the tavern's name - Clam's Dead Head.
What a dead eyeball of a clam, so subtle.
It contains reservation information, and there is a button to join as a member at the bottom.
The moment you click the mouse, a prompt pops up: Please answer the following questions.
①Are you a weird game player?
The first question was quite conventional and cautious, and Shen Cinian answered: Yes.
②What kind of partner do you want?
Shen Cinian typed text—the kind you could hold in your hand.
③Your application has been approved, your game ID is
--end of the year.
After he entered his ID, the website automatically generated an account named after the end of the year, with a golden "d" certification under the account.
Seeing the gold, Shen Cinian inexplicably thought of those three annoying yellow-haired guys.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, casually scanning the missing person notices.
They all talk big and sound serious, but in reality they are nothing.
He quickly edited one and posted it on the website.
Just a few words.
"I'll make an appointment for a dungeon this Saturday. I'll only play it once, not for a long time."
Today is Wednesday. After seeing this revelation, Fang Ke pointed to the private message of the poster and closed it.
Today is Wednesday, which means he can make an appointment in a few days, and it will be a one-time thing, not a long-term thing, which is in line with his desire to relieve stress.
Although, he still wanted a partner who could keep him captive.
But it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some fun. If for no other reason, he really needed to find someone to vent his anger on, otherwise he would go crazy.
At worst, if it doesn't suit him, he'll just smash the copy and walk away. What is he afraid of?
Fang Ke bit his finger and hesitated for a while. Just as he was about to click on the private message, he found that someone had already got there in the comment section.
The new member obviously agreed and quickly deleted the post.
Restlessness fermented in the small house during the long night, and dampness tightly wrapped around the heart which was like a pool of mud.
It's terrible.
The wind and snow exuded a hateful stench.
Before Fang Ke fell asleep, he felt that his soul was about to rot.
The day came as scheduled, but he was too lazy to go to class. Someone called him, but he didn't answer and fell into a deep sleep. The room was littered with takeout boxes and a mess of life.
He refused to live a good life. He hated life and himself. He wished the whole world would disappear immediately, leaving him alone, but he was afraid of the life-threatening loneliness.
So no matter how much he hated others, the person he hated the most was himself.
The phone rang again. Fang Ke reached for the phone on the bedside table and threw it out of the window.
The expensive cell phone was of poor quality and broke into pieces when it was dropped, just like his life which was born precious but was messed up by himself.
It doesn’t matter. At worst, I can just buy another one. I’m too lazy to even take out the SIM card. At worst, I can just get another one. I’m too lazy to add more contacts. It’s better not to contact them.
It doesn’t matter. Life is just like this, it goes on in a decadent way. Who cares?
Shen Cinian stood downstairs, hung up the phone, picked up the broken phone, and pulled out the SIM card.
He looked up to confirm the location of the window and was sure that this was the window that flew out of his squad leader's home.
He didn't see anyone all morning and no one answered the phone. He only found out Fang Ke's home address after asking Director Wang.
Director Wang knew the address because Fang Ke was involved in a gang fight. After he went to the police station to prove Fang Ke's identity as a national-level spirit master and took him out, he was afraid that Fang Ke would cause trouble again, so he forcibly sent Fang Ke back home.
The phone was not cheap. Yesterday, Shen Qinian recognized that it was a brand owned by a company under his command in the human world. But how could a rich kid who used such a phone and didn't care if it dropped live in such a place?
This was a poor alley—a place Shen Ci Nian never set foot in.
After all, he came to the human world to enjoy himself.
Today, an exception is made.
Chen Cinian walked up the stairs. There was no elevator in the old residential alley, but fortunately it was not high, and Fang Ke lived on the third floor.
He knocked on Fang Ke's door.
Fang Ke really didn't expect that after he dropped his phone, something would disturb his sleep.
Yes, it’s “things” rather than “people”.
Anyone who disturbs his sleep is not a good person.
He jumped out of bed like a zombie, pushed down everything in his path, and then pounded on the door.
"Knock knock knock! Your mother is dead!"
The old residential building had poor sound insulation. Shen Cinian frowned as he listened to the crackling sounds inside.
Having mania
He was just about to tell them why he came when the door slammed and shook loudly, and then Fang Ke started to curse him.
It's a good scold. It's a pity that he has no mother.
Shen Cinian was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Fang Ke, open the door, I'll bring you medicine."
What medicine? He made up a random excuse yesterday and Wang Le took it seriously.
Fang Ke suddenly became quiet. He unfastened the chain lock and opened the iron gate.
Shen Cinian was standing outside the door, holding porridge and medicine in one hand and handing him a phone card with the other.
“Don’t invite me in”
Fang Ke said nothing and silently made way.
The medicines were not just for anti-inflammation and treating colds, there were all kinds of commonly used medicines. Shen Cinian casually placed them on the coffee table. The aisle between the coffee table and the sofa was very narrow, and he almost didn't know how to walk across - maybe he should turn into a puff of black smoke and float across - no, how could the weirdness appear in the human world, so he walked slowly sideways.
This was the second time Fang Ke was puzzled and interested in the question of why he lived in such a place.
There was no restaurant, takeout boxes were everywhere, and beer bottles piled on the coffee table were filled with cigarette butts.
Shen Ci Nian instinctively disliked the smell of smoke, but didn't say anything.
Fang Ke is just a student in his role-playing game, a bad student.
Besides, he will only teach for this one year, and when he has had enough fun he will return to the abyss.
He placed the light vegetable porridge on the coffee table and beckoned Fang Ke over: "Eat it, it's a sick meal. After you finish eating, go buy a new phone when you can go out. If you don't want me to come to your house often in the future, remember to call me and ask for leave, otherwise I will worry."
After putting down his things and finishing his official words, Shen Cinian left straight away.
What worries are there? They're just nice-sounding rhetoric.
Even if you only play the role of a teacher for one year, you should act like one, otherwise it won't be fun.
After watching Chen Cinian leave, Fang Ke's tense nerves relaxed and he locked the door again.
He rarely gets up early and rarely eats breakfast, but he does get hungry occasionally when he does.
In fact, it was already ten o'clock, but he didn't feel it and thought it was only seven or eight o'clock. He walked directly on the sofa without taking off his shoes and sat down in the middle.
If the road is narrow and hard to walk on, then don't walk on it.
You can go if you want.
Fang Ke opened the porridge. It was hot. He should not have had the patience to eat such food, but...
This person is different. There is a strange aura around him that can suppress him and calm his nerves.
It's a pity that this person doesn't play weird games, so I can't partner with him.
Fang Ke hadn't eaten slowly for a long time. He used to eat voraciously, but now he was drinking porridge in small sips with a spoon. This seemed like a terrible thing to him.
Fang Ke is no longer Fang Ke. Isn’t that scary enough?
But... if that were the case, I could have a partner to keep him captive...
Unfortunately, he couldn't find it, and the person he found wouldn't understand his thoughts.
Fang Ke was thinking while drinking porridge. He didn't even know the man's name. He didn't pay attention to the name on the blackboard, and he couldn't remember it even after a night.
He knew that he was a vicious dog and only a capable owner was worthy of keeping him.
The new head teacher seems to be this kind of person.
Never mind, he’s just a teacher and he’ll be graduating soon.
After graduation, he had to return to City A because he had become an adult and he had to go back to marry another national-level spirit master for the benefit of his family.
Thinking of this, he began to feel annoyed again.
Fang Ke drank up the leftover porridge that had already cooled down, left the bowl on the coffee table, and threw the spoon away.
There were a few cigarettes on the sofa. He took out a pack and lit it.
While smoking, he watched the cigarette slowly become shorter and thought again in his mind.
He thought he should find a partner, a partner like the one who just broke into his house, so that he could at least have some peace and quiet for a while.
If we could be together more often, maybe he would gradually stop having the disease.
He hated himself for being sick, so hateful that even the weirdness despised him.
But he can't change it. It's a disease, and no medicine can help.
Shen Cinian's mood brightened slightly only after he left the dirty and messy alley.
He had classes in the afternoon, so he didn't feel responsible enough to play house with the rebellious kid. But they were all high school seniors after all, and ultimately, he had to act decent.
He did not simply skip classes like other teachers. He just taught his classes when they were supposed to, and it was none of his business whether the students listened or not.
Shen Cinian walked into Class 14 as the bell rang, opened the book on identifying weird things, and started talking to himself.
As if they were surprised that there was still a teacher who dared to come to class, the students in Class 14 kept talking and threw paper airplane balls at the podium like snowflakes.
Shen Ci Nian ignored him completely, just pushed his glasses, which had no prescription and were just for show, and glanced around the class.
Then continue the lecture.
The planes and paper balls stopped, as if they had sensed the dangerous aura emanating from him.
But this restraint was very limited, and it just stopped disturbing him during class.
Shen Cinian returned to the office after class without stopping for a moment.
Fang Ke changed his clothes, called the cleaning lady, got on his motorcycle, and with the engine roaring, he headed towards the Dead Eye Tavern.
It is impossible to clean the house by yourself, so it is enough to ask for cleaning once every two weeks.
If you can survive, live; if you can’t, forget it.
This time, Fang Ke did not sit at the bar, but went down to the cellar. The cellar stored wine, but it also led to another world.
It is a secret world that needs to be hidden, unknown to the public, and cannot be understood by the world.
Desires are revealed here, and expectations reveal the truest self.
Fang Ke sat in the corner, drinking a cocktail brought by a waiter played by a member.
"Fang Yuan," someone jokingly hooked up, "Every time you come here, you just watch others play. Don't you feel moved? You should find a partner."
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