Chapter 159 Friend Request (Unedited) This user does not exist...
Upon returning home, Liang Jun didn't say a word. She simply left the Zhu Shengqing and Zhu Bieming brothers, who were standing in the living room, and went straight into the bedroom by herself.
The moment the bedroom door locked, Liang Jun collapsed onto the bed without looking back, letting her warm breath hit the bedding, creating a suffocating feeling for herself.
But at least for that moment, she could feel suffocation.
If you can feel it, then it means that all of this is real...
Liang Xuan didn't know how long she had been numbing herself, only that when she swayed and got out of bed again, the sky outside the window had already turned into a bluish-black.
A throbbing headache made Liang Jun feel very uncomfortable. She belatedly realized that she had forgotten to change her clothes and cover herself with a blanket before she fell asleep.
The early winter temperatures were too much to bear. Liang Xun sneezed three or four times in a row before realizing that her voice had become a little hoarse.
"What bad luck this is..."
Liang Xun abruptly pulled the bedroom curtains tight, attempting to block out the cold outside temperature by shutting out the cold view.
Her eyelids were so heavy she could barely open them. Liang Xun could only half-close her eyes as she got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and weakly turned the doorknob.
But the living room was still bright and clean. Zhu Bieming was holding a wet mop, and most of the floor had been mopped clean.
The kitchen in the distance was also brightly lit, and Zhu Shengqing, wearing an apron, stood by the stove, where something was bubbling and cooking on the fire.
Hearing the commotion from Liang Jun's side, the two of them subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked up in their direction.
Despite being the one in charge of the house, Liang Jun felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"You...you haven't left yet?" she blurted out, then realized that she was the one who brought them into the house.
Zhu Bieming leaned the mop against the sofa and walked towards Liang Yun step by step with a curious expression.
"Why is your face so red?" He casually took off his rubber gloves, and pressed the back of his hand, still slightly warm, against Liang Jun's face. "Do you have a fever?"
Liang Xun was startled by the sudden touch and instinctively took a step back, only to bump her back against the cold wall, making her shiver.
Zhu Bieming smirked, still relentlessly saying, "Luckily we haven't left yet, otherwise you would have been sick all by yourself and would have had to tough it out."
"When did I..."
Liang Jun was about to open her mouth to argue, but then she suddenly remembered that her guardian spirit could see through her heart, and the other party was indeed right, so she had no choice but to shut her mouth in embarrassment.
Zhu Bieming sighed softly and casually draped the two gloves he had taken off over the back of the sofa.
He stopped mopping and turned to walk towards the TV cabinet in the living room. "Do you have any fever reducers at home?"
Liang Jun, who was hit hard by the disease, didn't react very quickly. Before she could think about the problem, Zhu Shengqing poked his head out from the kitchen.
"Eat first, then take your medicine, otherwise it will upset your stomach."
Liang Xun's gaze was drawn to him by the sound, but she couldn't help but be drawn to the apron he was wearing.
If she remembered correctly, it was a free gift from one of her online purchases—a brand new Doraemon apron.
But Liang Jun didn't like this style, feeling it was too childish. Plus, she already had an apron that wasn't worn out, so she simply stuffed it into the closet.
Unexpectedly, this apron looked quite charming on Zhu Shengqing.
Liang Jun couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She overestimated the condition of her throat. The laugh caused Liang Jun to cough violently again. She had to bend over and support herself on the sofa armrest, coughing until tears welled up in her eyes and her lungs felt like they were about to burst out of her chest.
"Brother! You'd better go inside and cook!"
Zhu Bieming, who was halfway through finding the medicine, quickly ran back and gently patted Liang Xun's back, trying to alleviate her cough symptoms.
Liang Jun took a couple of deep breaths, which helped her catch her breath for a while. She then leaned on the armrest and slumped heavily into the sofa.
"Remember to take your medicine after you finish eating."
Zhu Bieming picked up the two packets of medicine that he had previously thrown on the table and waved them around casually.
Liang Xuan nodded, then curled up into a ball on the sofa.
Seeing her like this, Zhu Bieming withdrew his hand that was about to take the gloves.
He gestured to Liang Jun with his eyes, "You should go back inside and change into some warmer clothes, and then wrap yourself in a blanket. You can't catch a cold right now, so be careful to keep warm."
Seeing that Liang Jun didn't react, Zhu Bieming simply reached out and pulled her up from the sofa.
"Go back to sleep and get some rest." He gently pushed Liang Xun back to the bedroom door. "If my brother has cooked dinner, I'll come and call you."
Liang Jun hummed in response, only then realizing that her voice was becoming more nasal.
She did indeed return to her warm and cozy bed, but what swept over her first was not drowsiness, but an increasingly intense sense of unease.
If all of this is fake, wouldn't it be too real?
In rule-based worlds, there will always be loopholes. Just as a fake person can never be exactly the same as a real person, the sense of incompetence that can be seen through at a glance is inevitable.
But Liang Jun doesn't feel that way now. The familiar community atmosphere, the deadly roll call in class, and the sour lemonade are all exactly the same as the fragments in her memory, without any difference.
How could the system possibly achieve this level of capability?
How could it possibly create a completely new world out of thin air without any flaws?
Despite being covered with several thick blankets, Liang Jun felt increasingly cold.
Now, Liang Jun, who has been unable to find any flaws in the system, is at a crossroads of choices.
She could either choose to believe Zhu Shengqing and Zhu Bieming, insisting that she hadn't completely broken free from the game; or she could insist that she had indeed returned to reality and that Zhu Shengqing and Zhu Bieming were deceiving her.
Liang Xun punched the ground beneath her, but the soft blankets beneath her made it seem like she'd hit a brick wall.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Are you awake? Time to get up and eat!" It was Zhu Bieming's voice.
Hearing the footsteps fade away, Liang Xun got out of bed, put on a set of fluffy pajamas, went to the bathroom, put her long hair into a simple bun at the back of her head, and then left the bedroom.
As soon as I opened the door, the rich aroma of food wafted towards me.
Zhu Shengqing simmered a large pot of chicken soup, the rich yellow chicken oil floating on the surface, successfully whetting Liang Yun's appetite.
Seeing her swallow, Zhu Bieming jokingly nudged Zhu Shengqing, "Brother, you're practically Hua Tuo reincarnated! Even patients can't resist the smell of your soup!"
Zhu Shengqing ignored him and urged, "Go get some rice; there's plenty left in the kitchen."
Sitting at the dining table, Liang Jun sniffed as she watched the dishes on the table pile up.
It was basically all Liang Jun's favorite food. In fact, after learning that she was sick, Zhu Shengqing even cooked a few extra light vegetables.
The dining table was rectangular, so Liang Jun instinctively sat in the narrowest corner closest to her.
When the two brothers sat down together, she noticed that they were sitting on either side of her, like a general and soldiers in a military camp.
Liang Jun suddenly felt the chopsticks in her hand suddenly gain weight. She coughed awkwardly twice, "Don't look at me... hurry up and eat..."
Although the food in front of her looked and smelled delicious, Liang Jun couldn't taste anything because of her cold and fever. So she only ate two bites before losing her appetite.
To prevent the conversation from turning back to her, Liang Jun awkwardly tried to find a topic, "Zhu Shengqing, I didn't know you could cook..."
"Actually, I didn't know how, but I learned it."
Zhu Shengqing slowly began, "I've watched you cook before, and over time, I've learned some of it myself."
Liang Jun was about to ask him when this happened, but then she suddenly remembered that guardian spirits exist in daily life, but she just couldn't see them, so she wisely didn't ask any further questions.
Zhu Shengqing ate slowly and deliberately, turning an ordinary home-cooked meal into a candlelight dinner. He hadn't even untied his Doraemon apron yet, and the blue round ears peeking out from his chest looked like his bow tie, adding an extra touch of elegance.
Zhu Bieming's temperament was always the opposite of his brother's, and this time was no exception. Perhaps because cleaning had exhausted him, Zhu Bieming was now just burying his head in his food. Ever since Liang Jun said she didn't really want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, his plate had been piled high with bones.
Liang Yan was amused by the starkly different scene and almost spat out the chicken soup she was putting in her mouth.
"Are you two brothers always this different?" she said, unable to suppress a laugh.
Zhu Shengqing didn't react much, but Zhu Bieming stopped eating and stared blankly at his brother sitting opposite him.
After he swallowed the mouthful of food, Zhu Bieming looked at Liang Xun and said, "That's because my brother is used to being serious. If I were as rigid as him, you definitely wouldn't be able to stand the two of us now."
Liang Jun retorted instinctively, "I can't stand you right now..."
The jokes were over, and the dinner party was coming to an end.
Liang Jun originally wanted to help clear the table, but unexpectedly, Zhu Bieming coaxed and tricked her into going to the sofa. After she finished taking a bowl of cold medicine, Zhu Shengqing had already cleaned up the entire table.
After taking cold medicine, there will be a noticeable drowsiness.
Before she fell into a deep sleep again, Liang Jun decided to have a good talk with her twin guardian spirits about what to do next.
"You can stay here tonight."
Liang Xun looked at Zhu Shengqing and Zhu Bieming sitting opposite her and spoke first: "There is a mattress and a folding bed left. You two brothers can discuss it and make do for the night."
After a few seconds of pause, Liang Xun said in a deep voice, "I know you've been reminding me that the game isn't completely over yet. But from my perspective, I haven't found any loopholes in the system's settings, nor have I summoned the system because of them."
"The 'Zero Yuan Shopping Mall' level is completely over. At least we're now out of the mall environment and back in this so-called 'real world,' aren't we?"
Sleepiness seemed to be creeping in, and Liang Xun yawned as her vision began to blur.
Even Zhu Bieming, who is usually an optimist, frowned and fell into thought.
"But it's strange, if rule-based worlds still exist, then we should be able to transform into mist. But for some reason, my brother and I can only maintain our human form now and can't return to our original form."
Zhu Shengqing glanced at him and continued, "This is also why we need to eat and sleep now—Liang Jun, although our spiritual power still exists, our strength has been greatly reduced."
He took off his Doraemon apron and carefully folded it.
"In other words, our current combat capabilities are almost no different from those of ordinary people."
Zhu Bieming scoffed indignantly, "Don't say that! At least we can manipulate spiritual energy to transfer small things and the like."
His gaze drifted to the vibrant, beautiful orchid by the door.
Liang Jun's thinking had begun to slow down, and she naturally couldn't keep up with his gaze.
She had already slumped onto the sofa, yawning countless times.
The medicine took effect faster than Liang Jun had imagined. She stopped arguing with the brothers and got up first, staggering towards the bedroom.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight..."
The world is both real and a game, and even the guardian spirit can't figure out the strangeness of it for a while. Liang Jun, who is suffering from a cold and fever, is even more helpless.
Since the system's vulnerabilities cannot be identified in a short period of time, the other party must be prepared for a protracted battle.
It won't make a difference if we take one more day.
Liang Jun shuffled into the bedroom in her slippers, and the moment the door closed, her world returned to complete silence.
Without thinking any further, she grabbed her phone, which was now fully charged, and promptly snuggled into her warm bed.
Out of habit, Liang Xun glanced at WeChat one last time before closing her eyes, only to find that there was another small red dot in her contacts.
She opened it groggily, her hot breath hitting the cold phone screen.
A deep drowsiness and sudden shock struck at the same time. Liang Jun's hands suddenly went limp, and as her eyelids drooped, her lit-up phone slipped off onto the pillow.
The friend request message was clearly visible on the screen.
User does not exist: [Hey, why haven't you accepted my friend request yet?]
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A note from the author: It's getting colder lately, so please remember to keep warm and avoid getting sick!
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