Chapter 83 Like
"What do you mean?" Zhang Xingzhi thought for half a second, "You mean..."
Li Ziyue took out an A4 paper from the desk next to him and drew six black dots on it: "It is very flat at the moment, with all six dots on one side."
He moved his fingers slightly, and the rustling sound of paper tearing rang out in the quiet room. After a few seconds, the A4 paper was folded into a 3D cube.
"By folding, it becomes a more concrete three-dimensional figure, with six points turning to six different directions." Li Ziyue spread out the paper again, "But in fact, we only need to remove the frame, and they are still on the same surface."
"Combining system settings and reasonable guesswork, we can theoretically eliminate six hotbeds on one surface."
Li Ziyue paused the video and said: "Just project it. The front and back faces of the cube will overlap to form one face, while the surrounding four faces will turn into four lines."
"We can see that the already formed alien beasts will not be converted into 2D, so we need to pay special attention to the sky and the ground." Li Ziyue thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows slightly, "Zhang Lian, you stay here to guard against the alien beasts attacking from the ground."
"...Liu Yuche, I'm counting on you to take care of the sky."
"Finally," he coughed, "Zhang Xingzhi, you and I will go to the north."
…
There is still sunshine outside and it will take some time before dark.
The wind and snow were still raging, carrying with them ice fragments that could hurt people like knives. Zhang Lian wrapped Li Ziyue like a pancake, making him into a long strip twice as wide as himself. His neck was wrapped with a scarf that Zhang Lian had previously wrapped around him, and his ears were also placed inside it.
He Jianshan had been in a dazed state, but fortunately he woke up for a moment when he was arranging the defense.
Li Ziyue walked around the zoo and saw that most of the surviving players were injured. However, there were places to rest and keep warm in every corner of the park, and with the weapons provided by the research institute, the overall situation was not too bad.
It wasn't obvious when he first arrived in the director's office, but as soon as he came out, he discovered that the entire zoo was built very strangely.
Except for the office area, there are no walls inside or outside the garden.
The area where animals were supposed to be kept was only surrounded by thin wires, and the people staying inside were like Tang Monk who was placed in a circle by Sun Wukong.
The most serious problem caused by the lack of walls is that there is nowhere to hide when strange beasts attack at night.
No wonder the casualties were so severe.
But the weirdest thing about the entire park is not here.
Li Ziyue raised his head slightly and saw a giant round lantern with ice bars on the top.
There was a "boom" sound, and the light bulb flashed twice quickly, and then a circle of yellow light lit up.
The sunlight was still bright at this time, so it was impossible to tell how far the lamp could shine.
Is this the light source in the video?
The black curtain can only be seen with a light source. The black curtain is really strange. Li Ziyue doesn't think that this lamp is just used for night lighting.
Zhang Xingzhi's voice rang out from the earphone beside his ear: "Everything has been arranged here. When will you be back?"
Li Ziyue walked slowly towards the housing area and bumped into someone halfway. It was Zhang Lian who came out to look for him.
They had just met and hadn't said a word yet. Zhang Lian first tightened his clothes, adjusted his scarf, and hid most of Li Ziyue's face in the scarf.
Finally, he reached out his hand to Li Ziyue.
Li Ziyue put his hand forward consciously, and Zhang Lian felt that Li Ziyue's hand was warm, so he knew that he was no longer cold.
Li Ziyue's voice came through the scarf, buzzing: "... Zhang Lian, I'm suffocating to death."
Zhang Lian pulled the scarf down a little, revealing a small part of Li Ziyue's slightly pointed chin.
When he looked up again, he saw that Li Ziyue's ears were red again.
Zhang Lian's brows softened a little. He gently hooked his hand around the end of Li Ziyue's shirt and pulled him forward.
Li Ziyue sometimes felt that Zhang Lian was very strange.
Although it was snowing, people in the park often cleaned up the snow, leaving only a few pieces of ice on the ground that were trampled by people, so he didn't need Zhang Lian to pull him along.
To put it another way, it would be fine if Zhang Lian just pulled him, but what did it mean if he just hooked his shirt?
Is holding hands a difficult thing?
Li Ziyue realized belatedly that Zhang Lian had seriously told him many times that he liked him.
If this is the case... we really can't hold hands.
He lowered his head slightly and consciously pulled up his thick scarf to cover his ears, which were red and burning.
He never asked Zhang Lian what he liked about him.
Li Ziyue was actually very nervous about Zhang Lian's answer.
If Zhang Lian praised him, he would think that Zhang Lian was lying. If Zhang Lian said nothing, he would think that such love was too illusory.
It was like a gust of wind blowing by, strong when it came and without lingering when it left.
Li Ziyue sometimes feels that he is weird.
Zhang Lian likes him, and he is not completely without feelings for Zhang Lian. If that is the case, why does he always subconsciously avoid Zhang Lian's sincere expression of his feelings every time?
As evening approached, the snow fell less heavily, and the wind disturbed the black hair in front of his eyes.
Did he subconsciously feel that he wouldn't live long, so he didn't respond to Zhang Lian?
It seems not.
Li Ziyue raised his eyes and saw a little white snowflake on the end of Zhang Lian's black hair. He subconsciously reached out to melt the snow away, but as soon as he moved, he met Zhang Lian's eyes.
The two looked at each other silently, and finally Li Ziyue looked away first.
Zhang Lian curled his lips, but heard Li Ziyue ask: "Zhang Lian, I have forgotten a lot of things. Have we met before?"
Zhang Lian muffled his voice.
"Um."
"Have I ever been mean to you?"
“You’ve been very good to me.”
"Were you mean to me before?"
"I... am always sick and cause you to worry."
"Then I used to be..." Li Ziyue blurted out subconsciously, and then quickly shut up.
"What?" Zhang Lian stopped.
Li Ziyue just walked forward on his own.
Li Ziyue will never tell others that he will find the meaning of his life in the requests of others.
Therefore, he has a little-known way of expressing his affection: the more he takes care of someone, the more he likes them.
He might speak to that person with a cold face, but as long as that person still needs him, Li Ziyue will do everything for the other person silently.
"elder brother."
Li Ziyue stopped subconsciously, then forced himself to lift it up.
Can't hear, can't hear.
"Brother," Zhang Lian held his hand from behind, "In the past, when I was awake at night, you would always say to me..."
Li Ziyue kept his pace unchanged, but paid close attention to Zhang Lian's follow-up.
Unexpectedly, this person is so abominable. He only mentioned the beginning but didn't continue. Li Ziyue couldn't help but turn around and asked: "What did you say?"
"So, 'very' what?"
Zhang Lian raised one eyebrow slightly.
Li Ziyue: “…”
"How should I know?" He stepped into the corridor of the building and began to speak impromptu. "I have forgotten everything that happened before. I just said it casually."
"Then I'll just guess."
"You guess."
Can you guess what?
Li Ziyue walked into a small cubicle on the side of the principal's office, found a place with relatively bright lighting, sat down, and wrapped his scarf around.
He hadn't taken off his thick and long coat yet, and his movements were a little clumsy. Zhang Lian stood behind him and naturally helped him take off his scarf and put it away.
"Do you like me very much?"
Zhang Lian suddenly spoke.
Li Ziyue was so shocked that his whole body froze.
“How is it possible?” Fortunately, Li Ziyue had his back to Zhang Lian, so he didn’t feel guilty when he said this. “Please sort out your thoughts. You often had a fever at that time, which was very troublesome for me. How could I like you very much? I have a masochistic tendency…”
His words suddenly stopped.
Zhang Lian gently pinched the tip of Li Ziyue's ear.
"Brother, your ears are so red, are you cold?"
"But it's hot to the touch."
A tiny electric current that made his limbs weak flowed through the tips of his ears, and Li Ziyue almost couldn't stand.
"That's because when I walked into the room, the temperature around me suddenly rose, and I was a little uncomfortable, so..."
Li Ziyue never thought that he would talk nonsense without any reason in his life.
"Brother," Zhang Lian lowered his eyes to look at him, then took Li Ziyue's left hand hanging by his side, pulled his palm up, and touched his ear, "My ears are also hot."
The temperature of the plum spreads across the fingertips.
Li Ziyue was stunned.
Zhang Lian's expression remained unchanged, and he looked so serious as if he was just innocently sharing the fact that his ears were burning with Li Ziyue.
"My ears are burning because I like you so much. If we look at it from individual cases to the group...
"Bang!"
After being beaten up by Li Ziyue, Zhang Lian obviously became much more obedient. He was as well-behaved as a smiling lucky cat, just sitting aside and watching Li Ziyue write the test paper.
He would be more obedient if he didn't occasionally say, "Brother, you made the wrong choice here, it should be like this..."
Fortunately, although Li Ziyue was emotionally explosive, he was still very serious about knowledge, and he would change whatever Zhang Lian pointed out.
Li Ziyue sighed with relief. The previous ambiguous episode between him and Zhang Lian was also wiped out by this sacred test paper.
Zhang Lian propped up his chin with one hand: "Brother, when you were writing Chinese and English, it looked like you were possessed by another spirit."
Li Ziyue: "...Shut up."
Zhang Lian shut up obediently, but touched a piece of draft paper and continued speaking: "Your thinking when doing the test is very confusing, and it's not like how you usually talk. It's very strange. Did you cast a spell on yourself?"
Li Ziyue replied under the note: "Adults should write the test papers, children should not ask questions."
Zhang Lian changed his identity: "Okay, I am now your classmate 'Zhang San'."
Li Ziyue: “…”
He gently put down his pen and rubbed his brows: "I studied in the third year of high school for 8 years."
"I don't like studying that much, but in my world, only school can make me temporarily forget that this is a fictional world." Li Ziyue showed obvious fatigue for the first time. He leaned his head on the table, facing Zhang Lian, and his eyes narrowed slightly due to sleepiness. "But I also feel uncomfortable staying in school for a long time."
"My life has been very monotonous for the past six years. When I wake up, I go to a dungeon. When I get out of the dungeon, I lie on the bed to heal my wounds and stare blankly." He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling. "No one in my class knows why I always skip classes. I can't tell them about...some things I suffered in the dungeon."
“Being absent from class for a long time created an invisible gap between me and them.”
“There are many people in my world, but there is only me.”
"There was a period of time when I would vomit whenever I did a test," Li Ziyue unconsciously shrank towards a warm place. "I would be very happy the first time I got full marks on the same test paper, but after getting full marks many times, I would just feel tired."
"At that time, my grades had already reached the ceiling in the public's understanding. I didn't want to touch the questions anymore, but I couldn't leave the campus and couldn't do anything else, so I had to continue to write the papers."
"I am in pain. Only by keeping myself busy can I forget the pain temporarily."
"I can't go into dungeons any more. I've only done four dungeons a week at most. When I last went out of a dungeon, I collapsed in the toilet and vomited for a whole day. I didn't die in the dungeon, but I almost died in the safe virtual world."
Zhang Lian reached out and pulled back the loose hair that had fallen in front of Li Ziyue's eyelashes.
"I once encountered a reading comprehension passage on a Chinese language test. There were two people trapped under a building. Time was limited and only one person could be saved. One of them chose to let the other survive without hesitation," Li Ziyue's eyelashes trembled more and more violently. "It's a very simple story, but I couldn't write a single answer. I often wondered why my seniors gave up their chance to survive in exchange for my survival."
"I'm not that good, nor am I as powerful as they think. I... do rely on the help of my chosen weapons and seniors. Without these, I'd just be a mediocre player."
"Human emotions are the most complicated things, and these emotions make up the words we see," Li Ziyue breathed slowly, "From then on, I trapped myself in the world of words. In my eyes, the words on the Chinese and English test papers were completely out of order. I had to find the right order first, and then talk about understanding. This took a lot of time and required me to think seriously."
"I really like this kind of complexity," he said with a slight smile on his face. "It keeps me from feeling miserable and makes my boring time pass quickly."
Li Ziyue's consciousness gradually became blurred, and Zhang Lian then used his trembling fingertips to wipe away the tears on Li Ziyue's eyelashes bit by bit.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Li Ziyue raised his hand and held his wrist: "You haven't said anything yet."
Since entering the "Snowstorm Villa" dungeon until now, Li Ziyue has been working almost non-stop without any rest.
He had managed to hold on until now and finally had some free time. He was obviously very sleepy, but he was still reciting the half-finished words that Zhang Lian had just said.
When people are sleepy, they will speak in an unconsciously coquettish manner. Zhang Lian looked at Li Ziyue for a long time before he spoke slowly.
"In the past, when I didn't sleep, you would pinch my face and threaten me: Zhang Lian, if you don't sleep, I will throw you out."
Li Ziyue smiled: "...That's exactly what I would say."
But after you threaten me, you will kiss my forehead when I close my eyes.
Will it be like this now?
Li Ziyue's breathing gradually became calmer, and he had obviously fallen asleep.
Zhang Lian gently found a more comfortable position for him, let him lean against his arms, and then lowered his head slightly.
Kiss his forehead.
Li Ziyue rubbed his neck unconsciously, raised his hand, and then placed it on Zhang Lian's forehead.
"No fever."
He murmured something, and his slightly wrinkled brows finally relaxed.
Li Ziyue's palms were warm, just like they were back then.
Zhang Lian hadn't made any move yet, but he heard Li Ziyue speak in a low voice: "... Zhang Lian, I'm not stupid. I can tell a lot from your and Zhang Xingzhi's reactions."
"I must have forgotten a very important memory. That memory is related to you and it is likely to cause you and me great pain..."
Zhang Lian pursed his lips into a straight line, but Li Ziyue had no reaction after saying this and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhang Lian then pulled him closer to his arms, and then placed his palm on Li Ziyue's face.
He gently touched the corner of Li Ziyue's lips.
"This memory is not important, it's all in the past," Zhang Lian kissed him little by little, "You just need to remember it now."
"You are very good and very powerful, and you deserve a lot of love from everyone."
"Li Ziyue," he slowly closed his eyes, his tone deep, "you deserve to be loved by many people."
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