What is his view in the Rainbow Team? He Fang has never thought about this question. After all, people cannot understand other people's thoughts. Even if the entire N-PC code and algorithm are placed in front of him, he probably won't know what N-PC is thinking.
But in Xiao Zi's eyes, he saw a completely different and very unfamiliar self.
In those colorful eyes, I felt as if I was surrounded by a star-like light. Although I seemed to have changed in the reflection, I knew deeply that it was me.
His ordinary facial features were instantly transformed into a hundred-level beauty in Xiao Zi's eyes. Although he was thin, he was actually full of the fragile beauty of a young boy. His eyes were particularly charming, but in fact his eyes were just ordinary round eyes. He Fang had never thought that he could make himself so perfect through photo editing. He could even be compared to a star.
He Fang suddenly began to doubt whether the person appearing here was how he looked in Xiao Zi's eyes, or how he thought he looked.
But He Fang has always been very self-aware. Although he is not ugly, he is definitely not very good-looking. A person's mood will affect his appearance. How can a socially pessimistic person who does not communicate with others for many years look so proud?
This is so unique.
But now, Xiao Zi bent down and looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak, and He Fang's heart moved.
In the past, the communication between me and the Rainbow Team was always about issuing and executing orders. If it was Xiao Zi, would it be possible to have a normal conversation?
Xiao Zi was looking at him, even blinking in a very human way, and really looked like a confused girl waiting for the other person to speak.
"You..." He Fang raised his head, a little hesitant, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"
He Fang was extremely nervous at this moment.
If so, it proves that perhaps the Rainbow Team also has its own thinking!
The gorgeous purple mecha blinked, and He Fang felt that he seemed to have become a little cuter in those eyes.
Xiao Zi didn't say anything, but just looked at him. Because Xiao Zi could sing, He Fang thought that she should be able to speak, so he was a little hesitant.
But after a while, he didn't get an answer, so He Fang thought about it and changed the question: "I look very good in your eyes, as if I have my own filter."
The purple mecha squatted down, put its hands on its knees, and looked at He Fang, like a girl facing a cute puppy. He Fang felt that the other party might be in a good mood, and even tilted his head to look at him.
"Do you hate singing?" He Fang asked.
Xiao Zi's beautiful face does not show human emotions, but the texture of the metal makes He Fang feel very moved. He is a very popular boy who likes mechas, and girl mechas are a type that boys yearn for, so Xiao Zi actually makes him very moved.
Xiao Zi didn't say anything, but just looked at He Fang, as if she was immersed in looking at He Fang.
"You are very beautiful." He Fang vaguely felt that although Xiao Zi was unwilling to speak, it should be able to understand. After He Fang praised her, Xiao Zi blinked, looked away slightly, but looked back again, like a girl who felt a little shy after being praised for her good looks.
There should be a judgment, right? The researchers have been studying the Rainbow Rangers, but have not found anything. After all, the previous Rainbow Rangers were all serious mechas. If they can affect neural memory, then they are definitely not just mechas. So He Fang also hopes to use this opportunity to see if they can communicate.
"I want a singing girl." After seeing that the other party did not respond in particular, He Fang directly explained the purpose of his visit this time. "The song you sang last time was very nice, and everyone liked it. It caused a sensation in every mobile city, so I think, if you don't dislike it, or even like it a little, I want to see if I can make you a singing girl."
Songs can affect people's emotions, and there are even many people who have been saved by songs. There is no threshold for listening to songs, nor does it require any complicated procedures. Just listening is enough.
Although most mobile cities now know about Mirage and Hope City, not all of them are really interested in Mirage. Now only the upper echelons are jealous of Mirage's resources, but as Shi Canghai said, they have to have influence on the lower echelons.
So if it is a singer named Xiao Zi, perhaps she can leave a good impression in people's subconscious when no one is paying attention.
"But if you don't want to, I won't force you to do it. If you reject me now, I will stop my research on you. If you have thoughts, I will respect your choice." Props and living things are different. Props are only props when they are used, and living things are considered living things only when they have thoughts.
The huge, gorgeous purple mecha stretched out its hand. Its huge fingers were almost as big as He Fang's head, but they still gave people a slender feeling.
The hand touched He Fang's hair. Such a huge mecha could perform such delicate movements. Its fingers rubbed He Fang's cheeks gently. He Fang didn't dare to move. He was a little afraid that Xiao Zi would accidentally blow his head off.
Afterwards, he saw Xiao Zi slowly stand up, her tall but slender figure wrapped in a gorgeous purple metal skirt. She stood on tiptoe and turned around, with her hands open and eyes closed, as if showing her most wonderful side to He Fang. At this moment, He Fang seemed to see thousands of flowers blooming, flying all over the sky, shining brightly. The dazzling girl stepped on the colorful sunny flowers, showing her most romantic side.
He Fang saw the other person open his mouth, and then he heard singing.
That was "Origin" from the "Holy Doctrine" trilogy. In that song, He Fang felt as if he was brought into the other person's voice and saw himself when he just came to "Restart of the Ruins", an empty world. He stood on this piece of land, staring blankly at the sky, feeling the wind, feeling the rain, and feeling the sunlight falling from the clouds after the rain.
He Fang suddenly sat up from the physical room. He stared around blankly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He Fang rubbed his eyebrows. He felt his memory was hazy, as if he had forced himself to watch the game CG when he was extremely sleepy. So he saw everything with his eyes, but he didn't actually remember it. The memory appeared vaguely in his mind, leaving only comfort, calmness, beauty and pleasure.
No way...
He Fang looked at the somatosensory warehouse with complicated eyes. It seemed that Xiao Zi's settings could really affect the players' thinking, which was why she never spoke to him.
He Fang walked out of the somatosensory warehouse somewhat helplessly and found that it was already dark outside. He was stunned for a moment. My goodness, Xiao Zi had driven him insane just by singing. He hadn't played the game for long when he fell asleep in the somatosensory warehouse until night.
There shouldn't be any problem with your mental state, right?
He Fang patted his cheeks unconsciously, he was really afraid that playing games would really hurt his body.
If you think about it carefully, isn't the somatosensory warehouse actually working on your own nerves? It's really scary to have such an effect.
He Fang turned on his computer and searched for the "Holy Doctrine" trilogy, and found it.
I clicked on the song, and the sound of the little purple machine sounded strange, but it had a unique magic that made it more and more beautiful the more I listened to it.
He Fang was wearing headphones and slowly opened his eyes with a very complicated expression.
He's been feeling weird lately.
He gradually began to doubt whether the game world was his real world.
He is very involved in the game, and even if he regards the game world as his real world, it doesn't matter. At least the game brings him real happiness.
But the body and the game are always separate, he can't really confuse them, otherwise if he eats in the game he will feel like he has really eaten in reality, what should he do if he starves to death? He feels like he has eaten, but his body hasn't really eaten anything.
You will die.
He Fang glanced at the physical warehouse and frowned.
He felt that he had been playing too much recently. After all, the extremely real world in the warehouse had made him have an illusion.
Take a few days off and adjust the speed of the game to a moderate level. He needs to adjust his condition a little. He still wants to play happily with the N-PC in the game, but doesn't want to die in the game for no reason.
He Fang rubbed his brows and did not log on from the physical room again. Instead, he turned on the computer, where he could see his city construction.
In the computer version of "Restart of the Ruins", one can only see the construction level of his own city and the large map of the apocalypse, but he cannot see the details. He can only see densely packed little people constantly shuttling back and forth and wandering in the game.
Everyone is busy with their own things.
He Fang turned around in his gaming chair and thought about Xiao Zi's response at that time.
That response should mean that she didn't hate it. When singing, although Xiao Zi didn't have any expression, she still spun in circles. Those special effects that affected her viewing experience were actually an expression of Xiao Zi's joy. He Fang felt that maybe this was something Xiao Zi agreed to.
The singer should be able to do it. He Fang directly wrote about Xiao Zi becoming a singer in the game, and then promoted it to the outside world, wanting Xiao Zi to become the leader of songs in the entire apocalyptic world.
Then he closed the game, stretched his body, and decided to leave "Xu Wu Restart" for a while to clear his mind.
He Fang walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out. It was already night and the sky was pitch black. There were very few people around at this time. The weather was extremely cold and everyone was wearing warm clothes. He could hardly see the appearance of the people downstairs from his floor.
The leaves have turned yellow and fallen. The community has been cleaned up very well, but the fallen leaves can still be seen. Looking down from this angle, one can still feel the beauty of the community.
It's so beautiful that it looks just like the scenery in the game.
He Fang shook his head, having this strange thought again.
I'm obsessed with playing games.
There should be a big difference between the scenery in the real world and the scenery in the game.
He Fang watched from upstairs, watched, watched...
His expression gradually became strange.
He Fang opened his closet, took out a lot of thick clothes, put them on slowly, and moved his hands and feet with some discomfort.
He completely locked himself up at first because he didn't want to communicate with people outside.
But the last time the delivery man took me out, it didn't seem as scary as I remembered.
He has been addicted to the game for too long, and he can no longer distinguish between the game and reality. He really needs reality to stimulate himself a little.
He Fang wrapped himself up completely, and Yiang picked out a white scarf to cover his face. He looked at the strange hairstyle that he had always trimmed by himself. After thinking about it, he took the hat and covered it. He looked like a malicious thief in the mirror, and he was afraid that the camera would record his face.
Going close to the window and looking outside, there were very few people around now, but He Fang was still a little reluctant. However, in order to stay healthy and to play more time with the N-PC in the game, He Fang felt it was necessary to go out and experience the reality.
However, He Fang's steps were very hesitant when he went out. He opened the door, closed it, opened the door, and closed it again. He felt that he was simply boring and wondered whether opening and closing the door like this would affect his neighbors.
After thinking for a while, He Fang took off his shoes and coat, and lay on his bed, like a salted fish, but inexplicably he felt weak.
He Fang hasn't felt for a long time the feeling of not being able to do something he wanted to do, of being unable to concentrate on other things because he kept thinking about it.
In the game, Xiao Zi's spiritual influence on him seemed to still exist. Xiao Zi's singing was always lingering in his mind. He Fang sat up, hesitated for a long time, finally stood up, and put his clothes back on.
He Fang opened the door again and looked at the brightly lit corridor. This time there was no delivery man standing at the door to influence his thinking. All he had to do now was to do according to his own ideas.
Not being forced, but going out on your own accord.
It is an unknown world with no one to lead.
He Fang closed the door again.
However, this time, He Fang did not take off his clothes. Instead, he went to the room and found his headphones. He created a playlist of the "Holy Doctrine" trilogy from "Restart of the Ruins" on his phone. The three songs played in a loop, and Xiao Zi's mechanical sound appeared in his ears. He Fang felt as if Xiao Zi's voice really affected his spirit, and it seemed that he had gained courage.
He Fang found it magical that the game "Xu Wu Restart" seemed to have really changed him a lot.
In the autumn and winter seasons, the cold key has been clenched in the palm to feel some warmth, and the palm is a little painful. He Fang feels a little uncomfortable. He looks down and finds that because of nervousness, the tip of the key has left a very deep mark on the palm.
He Fang sighed, rushed into the stairwell, closed the door behind him, and wanted to rush downstairs in one go.
However, when he stood in front of the elevator, he was suddenly stunned. The elevator door was open, or rather, it was originally open and was just about to close. There was someone inside at this time. He seemed to be frightened by He Fang's action and stared at him with wide eyes.
He Fang suddenly felt fortunate that the elevator door was closing. If possible, he would rather wait for the next elevator than share an elevator with others.
However, the man hurriedly reached out and pressed several elevator buttons. The sound was so loud that He Fang could hear it. He Fang was stunned.
He watched the elevator door that was about to close open again, and he suddenly made eye contact with the person in the elevator.
He Fang lowered his eyes in panic, his body began to stiffen, and his mind went blank. Even though he knew that the other party must have opened the elevator door out of kindness, He Fang's social phobia once again affected his normal communication. He unconsciously took a step back, obviously wanting to go back to his room.
"Come up, I'll press it for you." The voice of the person in the elevator was very gentle, and he didn't even know if it was an illusion, but there was a faint tone of seduction in the other person's voice. Even though he was wearing headphones, the other person's voice could be clearly heard in his ears.
He Fang felt his whole body stiffen. He didn't want to reject other people's kindness, but he didn't have the courage to accept it.
The delivery man is not here, so there is no one to communicate with people on his behalf.
If he turned around and went back now, it would be very impolite. He would have to tell the other person that he didn't want to sit anymore. However, He Fang couldn't find his voice and stood stiffly at the door. He could see the people in the elevator putting their hands down casually without any expression of impatience.
He Fang just felt his head buzzing. He had been standing here for a long time, but the other party didn't seem annoyed at all. He didn't close the door or say anything to urge him. He just pressed the elevator door and waited for him to go in.
This was an offer that was totally irresistible, so He Fang finally went in regardless.
He simply stood in the corner, keeping a distance from the people at the elevator entrance.
"Are we going to the first floor or the negative first floor?" the other party asked.
He Fang glanced at the other party's negative second floor. He wanted to press it, but the other party was obviously waiting for him and wanted to help.
He Fang felt as if his throat was stuck and he couldn't have a normal conversation at all. But surprisingly, the other party didn't even respond to him and just kept going.
Did the other party know that he didn't have a car? What surprised He Fang was that he not only pressed the first floor, but also the negative first floor. He didn't guess, but pressed the floor he might go to.
At this moment He Fang felt his breathing quicken a little, and his heartbeat began to become irregular. Such a small movement might seem insignificant to that person, but what He Fang felt was complete good intentions.
He Fang's hand unconsciously clenched the key in his pocket. He stretched out his other hand and slightly pulled his scarf, covering his face as much as possible behind the scarf. Perhaps the scarf and hand gave He Fang great courage, and he finally said slowly: "First floor, thank you."
The sound was very quiet, but I could hear it clearly in the silent elevator, a little muffled and a little hoarse.
"Okay." The man said in a very calm voice, canceling the negative first floor.
However, He Fang was very nervous. Their floor was descending, but He Fang was very uneasy.
What he wanted to say to the other party was not "the first floor" but "thank you" at the end. However, the other party cancelled the negative first floor and completely ignored his thanks.
Because his expression failed to make the other party understand, He Fang started to panic all of a sudden. Seeing that the floor was getting lower and lower, He Fang felt extremely upset that he had missed the best opportunity to thank the other party.
Finally they reached the first floor and He Fang left the elevator as if escaping. However, he did not run away when he stood at the elevator entrance. Instead, he turned around and took a tentative look at the person in the elevator.
The other person didn't seem to be in a hurry and didn't press the elevator door closing button. It seemed that because he turned around, the person looked up at him with some confusion.
The elevator door began to close as it could no longer sense anyone. The man looked at the boy standing outside the elevator. Even though he was wrapped so thickly, he still looked very thin. Some of his hair was sticking out from under his hat and scarf. Obviously, the boy did not notice this detail and probably did not even look in the mirror.
He saw the boy shyly covering his nose with the scarf, even covering his eyes. He looked away, with a shy red at the corners of his eyes.
"Thank you... for... pressing the elevator button for me." said the boy, then turned and ran.
The person in the elevator was startled and immediately went forward to press the elevator door opening button again. However, he pressed the button too hard and it went straight in, and the elevator door closed as usual.
The person in the elevator just felt sad. Why didn't he tell the other person "you're welcome"? He should have replied!
You thanked him so lovingly, but he didn't even respond. You must be very sad!
"What are you doing? Why are you destroying the elevator?" A voice came from the elevator at this time, and it was asked by the monitoring room in the corridor.
"I just saw the Creator. He and I took the same elevator together." The man leaned against the elevator and covered his face with his hands. He seemed to have not recovered from the shock just now. "He also talked to me. Do you understand? He took the initiative to talk to me, and after he got out of the elevator, he also said thank you to me, thank you for helping him press the elevator button!"
So he accidentally broke the elevator in his excitement.
“Oh my god…” The person in the monitoring room immediately turned the camera forward and saw the figure of the Creator. He cursed again, “Oh my god, what good luck do you have? You must have used up all your luck for the year.”
The man leaned against the elevator, covering his face, his ears reddened. "Too cute, how could he be so cute? The Creator actually spent so much time saying thank you for helping someone press the elevator button. He really meant it. What can I do? How could he be so cute? I want to be as cute as the Creator."
"Pah..." The person in the monitoring room sneered, "Comparing with the Creator, is it up to you?"
"Hehe, it's better than you. You're swearing here. I don't know where in the world you came from." The man snorted coldly.
The person in the control room sneered and said, "Just stay in the elevator. It will take a while for someone to come and repair it."
"Can a small elevator stop me?" the man snorted coldly.
"We can't stop you, but if you dare to destroy the elevator, the Creator won't be able to take the elevator up at night. What do you think?" The person in the control room said coldly. He seemed very casual, but in fact, the jealousy in his tone flew out.
The man snorted softly: "Wait a minute, I still want to savor the wonderful feeling of being in the same space with the Creator. You guys take your time and don't disturb my wonderful time."
Suddenly, the sound of angry grinding of teeth came from the monitoring room.
The people in the elevator suddenly understood how the Holy Lord felt every time he showed off. It was really cool.
He Fang was walking on the road. Although he was wearing thick clothes, he still felt a little cold. He was standing here alone. There was no delivery man. Occasionally, someone would pass by from a distance. The sound of music in his headphones seemed to be soothing his emotions.
He Fang tried his best to walk as close to the side as possible. He came out without any purpose, he just wanted to get out and feel the real world. However, after coming out, he found that he was really aimless.
The weather was already cold, and it became even colder because of the wind at night. He Fang felt that it was the right decision to bring a scarf with her.
At this moment, fallen leaves floated past his eyes, and He Fang's mind suddenly emerged the time when Zhu Yan helped him remove the fallen leaves from his hair. Zhu Yan was a very gentle man who was different from his cold appearance. If it were in reality, would there be such a person?
He Fang walked step by step on the street, going to the place with fewer people. He had already gone out, but everything about N-PC in "The Restart of the Ruins" kept appearing in his mind. He Fang found that his most profound memories were almost all about N-PC.
In the world of "Restart of the Ruins", he truly felt the unprecedented feeling of being valued. He liked that world, a world where players were given special treatment. After all, who wouldn't want to be special?
The real world...
He Fang paused, a faint light flashed in his sight, following the light, he saw a small hairpin, a girl's hairpin, shiny and beautiful, and not far ahead a girl was tidying up her hair that was messed up by the wind.
He Fang lowered his head and looked at the hairpin on the ground. He wanted to walk away.
He once picked up some money that was dropped by the person in front of him. He returned the money to the person and thought he might make some friends because of this opportunity. However, his luck was never very good.
That 'friend' started bullying him, pushing his back, pulling his clothes, and even spitting at him. He was only in elementary school at the time, and even now, He Fang still doesn't understand why he was treated like that.
He stopped and looked at the hairpin, and suddenly felt that the purpose of his trip might have been achieved.
Reality is always reality, and reality is illogical. The people he meets in reality will not bring him the same warm kindness as N-PC in "The Rebirth of the Ruins".
In reality, there may be subtle kindness, but kindness does not actually belong to oneself. It is a person's upbringing and can be directed to anyone.
Go back.
He Fang suddenly felt like retreating back into the little nest he had created for himself. He recalled the bad things that happened. Because of a small incident, he thought of the past and his past life. He Fang hesitated to move forward.
"Huh?" When He Fang wanted to turn around and leave, the girl in front of him asked in confusion. She searched her hair and seemed to find that the hairpin was missing. She looked to the side anxiously.
He Fang looked at the girl's anxious expression, blinked, and then looked down at the beautiful hairpin in the corner again.
He Fang bent down and picked up the hairpin.
After the girl's hair, which she had just anxiously fixed, became messy again, a man stood in front of her.
The girl looked up and saw the big brother, wrapped in full armor, standing quietly. She could only vaguely see a pair of eyes. However, it was these eyes that made the girl feel as if struck by lightning. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief. She immediately reached out and quietly pinched her lower back, trying to make her expression look normal.
The older brother said nothing, but reached out his hand and grasped the corner of her lost beautiful hairpin with his fingertips, as if he was going to return it to her.
The girl was flattered and immediately stretched out her hands to hold the hairpin. The older brother loosened his hands under the hairpin and the hairpin fell into her hands.
The girl looked up, only to see that her older brother had turned around and left without saying a single word from beginning to end.
"Wait, wait a minute..." The girl immediately took two quick steps to catch up with him. She watched her older brother stiffen because of her pursuit and voice, then looked away in rejection and pulled at his scarf with her hands.
She was shorter than the other person, so even if he lowered his head she could still see the slight fear in his eyes. The girl immediately stopped moving forward and stopped to the side. She bowed respectfully to the boy: "Thank you, I really appreciate you helping me find this hairpin. This is a gift from my best friend on my birthday. I was really scared when I lost it just now."
The older brother looked at her. The girl tried hard to suppress the excitement and joy in her heart, but she still couldn't hide her sparkling eyes. At this time, she heard the other party slowly say, "You're welcome."
As the other person turned around and was about to leave, the girl started to get anxious again and chased after him: "Wait a minute, please wait a minute."
The girl knew that the other party didn't want her to get close to him. She tried hard to find the chocolate she had put in her schoolbag to replenish her sugar intake. She hadn't opened it yet. She pinched a corner of the chocolate and looked at the person in front of her hopefully: "Thank you, this is a thank-you gift."
The other party obviously didn't want it, but she tried hard to pass it forward: "Thank you so much."
He Fang looked down at the chocolate. Although he didn't think that he could get a piece of chocolate just by picking up something for someone else, the girl's eyes were full of hope that he would accept it, and He Fang couldn't resist.
He took the chocolate, and when he squeezed it between his fingertips, the girl immediately let go. There was no contact that made He Fang feel nervous at all, as if the girl knew he didn't like it. After being thanked earnestly by the girl, she turned around and ran away. Her messy hair made her look a little crazy, but inexplicably cute.
He Fang looked at the chocolate and suddenly felt very strange. He was receiving good intentions again.
Although thank you.
But he just felt that the real world would definitely not be so friendly. What was going on?
He Fang held the chocolate, strange thoughts mixed throughout his body, and he felt his mind was blank.
Could it be that he was still in the game, but he thought he was out, but he wasn't? He felt cold all over when he thought of this possibility, but after thinking about it, he denied it. He had come out of the house, and even after coming out, he remembered that he forgot to take out the garbage in the room because he was nervous.
He Fang felt that he might be hopeless, and he really couldn't distinguish between the game world and the real world.
He Fang wants to go home and play some other games, as he feels it is too dangerous to stay in reality.
At this moment, a figure riding a yellow tram appeared in front of him. Under the delivery man's helmet was a very beautiful golden hair tied into a braid.
He Fang slowly widened his eyes and looked at the golden-haired delivery man. The other party seemed to have noticed him and turned back to look at him. However, this one look caused trouble. The tram directly crashed into the back of a car on the side of the road, overturning both the car and the man.
He Fang gasped, his head went blank, he took off his headphones and immediately walked forward.
The delivery man in the yellow delivery uniform was lying on the ground at this time, and he paused for a long time when He Fang reached him.
"You, how are you? Where did you fall? Does it hurt anywhere?" He Fang never expected that such a thing would happen suddenly. The delivery man actually fell down just because he glanced at him. He felt so guilty.
"Customer?" The delivery man's already fair face turned even paler. He glanced at He Fang in panic, "Is my takeaway okay?"
He Fang's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the delivery man who had finally sat up and immediately went to look through his takeaway. Surprisingly, the packaging was still good, though a little deformed from being crushed.
"Looks fine." He Fang picked up the trolley and put it away, then asked anxiously, "Are you hurting anywhere?"
"Hmm... my leg was pressed." The delivery man said. He Fang's heart skipped a beat and he immediately looked at the delivery man's legs, but he couldn't see anything because the clothes were too thick.
"Anyway...anyway, let's go to the hospital first." He Fang helped the other person up, let him sit on the back seat of the tram, and he himself rode the electric car.
"But customers...takeout..." The delivery man was obviously still thinking about the takeout.
He Fang was a little annoyed, and he hadn't been so angry for a long time: "Health is the most important thing. Can takeout be more important than your legs?"
The delivery man suddenly fell silent after being scolded loudly.
He Fang was still angry, and continued, "Now see if you can transfer the order to someone else. If you can't, call the customer and ask them to wait. I will take you to the hospital, and then... then I will help you."
He Fang gritted his teeth, but after he finished speaking, he realized how impossible it was that he had promised.
"Okay." The delivery man hugged He Fang's waist. He Fang, who had gradually gotten used to the delivery man's touch, didn't find it strange. However, He Fang heard the delivery man leaning against his back and choking his voice, "Honey, it hurts."
He Fang's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little distressed and a little amused: "You are still interested in joking at this time."
He Fang was really worried. When the delivery man overturned the car, there was a really loud noise. Fortunately, the car was not affected. He followed the route he remembered to find the nearest and largest indoor hospital in the city. The delivery man was talking on the phone behind him.
He was a little worried that there might be unreasonable customers, but after listening to everyone, it seemed that everyone was easy to talk to. They said it would be later, so He Fang breathed a sigh of relief.
After finally arriving at the hospital, the delivery man sat on the tram. He Fang said, "Wait a minute. I'll find a wheelchair."
The delivery man looked so handsome as He Fang turned and left. However, when he looked up at the hospital, he suddenly raised his eyebrows. He hadn't noticed before, but here...
When the two guiding nurses at the front desk of the hospital looked up and saw a person, they were stunned for a moment.
The boy tried to say: "Well... I want to borrow a wheelchair... my friend... he..."
The boy stammered and tried to explain himself clearly. His eyes were full of anxiety, but the more anxious he became, the less he could speak.
The young nurse stood up immediately. She immediately understood what the boy wanted to say: "Follow me."
Another nurse saw her colleague leading the boy away, and immediately turned pale and made a phone call: "Hello, hello? Is this the dean's office? Dean Bai, is this Dean Bai? The Creator is here, and the Creator was at the front desk just now! Dean, do you want to hide? Do you want someone to take down all your photos right now?"