-1-
Miss W's current position is somewhat awkward.
She had suffered some damage when she was forcibly dragged out of her deathly sleep by the warden and transformed into an undead spirit through unnatural means, and then thrown into that dark and dark cell—
To be honest, the cell from the prisoner's perspective doesn't seem like anything special, just a living room where they can chat and play the piano to pass the time.
But that place is definitely not suitable for humans to stay.
-2-
Many normal things in the prisoner's perspective are not very normal - such as M himself, the way he plays, and his confident belief that "I am a good boy."
No one would consider a guy who always jumps off a cliff and slits his own throat with a happy smile on his face to be a "normal and good kid".
What the prisoners called "watering the flowers" was just a normal, everyday thing, but to others, it looked like a bunch of dead children sitting in a bush, gnawing at the bodies of other children...
In short, you must not think too much about it.
-3-
The prison cell is also an example of this.
From the prisoner's perspective, "I stayed in the cell playing the piano," "I stayed in the cell thinking," "I stayed in the cell trying to figure out how to provide my cellmates with a better pudding"—
It was so natural that it seemed as if the prison cell was his home and he said, "I love my home."
In fact, that place might be even scarier than the monster under the Red Lake.
A completely lightless place sounds cool, but it can probably only breed pale ghosts and deep-sea monsters - humans, like plants, may need some photosynthesis to a greater or lesser extent.
Even if you stay in your room playing games and don't want to go out, you can still see the lights and the reflections of the electronic screen.
Even banshees like to play with bright maple leaves in the sun, don't they?
The mental damage caused by staying in the dark for a long time is just as serious as that caused by staying in bright light for a long time, but the manifestation is different.
When Mr. P confirmed from the information provided by Miss W that she was imprisoned in his old cell, he immediately began to plan to rescue her. However, his impression of that cell was too "normal" -
The rescue was still a little late, and the mental damage suffered was still quite great.
-4-
In fact, something was wrong before: with W's personality, as long as she could still keep a little sober, she would not be frightened by Mr. P's intrusion.
She gripped his arm tightly and refused to let go.
...After she was rescued from the cell, it took her a long time to accept the fact that "I once held the dog I looked down upon tightly and asked him for help."
Now Miss W temporarily stays in the system world, using the identity of a "former employee who had an accident" to obtain some of the pure energy provided by the main system in order to restore her soul.
At that time, M was in a coma due to exhaustion and memory loss. This plan actually had nothing to do with her. It was a joint decision made by the main system and Mr. P.
-5-
The main system was officially born and awakened its individual consciousness after W left. It was actually not familiar with W and had no other ideas.
Just like Miss W instinctively felt a little disgusted with the main system after she learned of its existence - in a secular sense, there is indeed some subtle "blood relationship" between the main system and Mr. P. It is also the channel connecting the organ and the black banshee, and the key to killing Miss M - as a sister, W intuitively does not like the main system, which is normal.
After the main system learned of Miss W's existence, it instinctively felt a little disgusted.
It is a guy whose favorites are filled with all kinds of "M-related" things. Although it does not have the problem of mutual rejection, it would rather push M to Mr. P than push M itself - but it is more or less inclined to push alone, and will not like W who suddenly pops up and has the same face as M.
-6-
You know, the main system saw with its own eyes that Mr. P put the unconscious Miss M on the bed, then turned around and closed the conference room alone with Miss W, who looked exactly like her, and had a secret conversation for several hours.
A few hours later, Mr. P opened the conference room, and the first thing he did was to tell the main system, "I'm going to let Miss W cultivate her soul in the system world. The energy she uses for cultivation will be deducted from my salary, and there's no need to specifically notify my boss."
The main system that was stuck outside the conference room door, trying to eavesdrop on what they were talking about but couldn't hack into it at all: "..."
The main system was placed on the conference table, and the entire ball's operating logic came to a halt.
-7-
Good job.
The same woman, several hours in a confined space, given special treatment, and told that there was no need to notify M specifically.
At that moment, ten thousand episodes of "Substitute Lover and Cold-hearted Wife: It Turns Out I'm Not Your Moonlight" flashed through the light ball's program.
-8-
Mr. P: "Whatever weird stand-in literature you're thinking about, stop. You're short-circuiting."
-9-
...Facts have proven that even a machine will short-circuit and temporarily lose its brain after reading too many weird and sour novels.
And no matter how busy the main system is, it will still do some strange slacking off. But it sees more of the "she chases him, he runs away, he can't escape" type.
At that time, the main system coughed in a mechanical rhythm, feeling guilty and embarrassed. After coughing for a long time, it finally reacted.
"Huh? Xiao P, how did you know I was thinking about some weird stand-in literature?"
"Please don't call me Little P," Mr. P said calmly. "Besides, this scene just now is full of elements of substitute literature. It can make you short-circuit. It must be related to this."
"...You speak so skillfully, have you ever seen..."
"Then I'll go back and clean up the mess first."
“…”
No direct answer. This guy didn't give a direct answer at all.
-10-
--joke.
Mr. P turned and left, thinking to himself: Who hasn't read a few books of substitute literature?
I want to read even more when I suffer from intermittent dementia due to huge work pressure. Various kinds of substitute literature with twisted plots and revenge on society, although of low quality, are good for relieving stress.
When he lost his memory, he could feel a strange resonance with all kinds of substitute literature. After 49 years of working, when his memory gradually returned, he could feel the resonance even more...
Take a look at it while working overtime to file a complaint, take a look at it while collecting data at work, browse it while waiting for food to be served during lunch break, and watch several movies in one go while queuing up to buy limited snacks or limited movie tickets.
There are also various kinds of crematorium literature and tragic be literature. Mr. P's idle time really created a very strange book list.
If you look through one of his small accounts that he uses for slacking off, you'll find that this subordinate is a very famous reader on a website that's full of crematorium literature. He's extremely generous with rewards, subscriptions, and votes. If you pull out a list of books, the titles alone are enough to make hundreds of sunny and healthy kids who like sweet stories feel sick.
He is a true lover of tragic and melodramatic literature.
-11-
He is also the kind of guy who would post a tearful emoji under a crematorium novel that abuses the protagonist for hundreds of pages and abuses the protagonist's partner for ten pages, and also comment "She is already pitiful enough, don't abuse her, just forgive her, isn't it enough that she said she likes you? Don't let her get wet in the rain, wuwuwuwu."
…Every comment from this reader can spark a furious firestorm, a cascading online debate, and even the author will take the initiative to criticize him.
Often, after hundreds of floors of passionate criticism, a reader will point out the key points.
"The OP has a typo? She's a woman? The protagonist's partner is a man."
Then Mr. P, who occasionally reads the verbal battles to enrich his understanding of human contradictions, would reply.
"Sorry, I put myself in your shoes."
"Is this person a man? Then just bury him and plant a daisy on top."
-12-
…and so another war of words started, because this idiotic reader hadn’t figured out the gender of the protagonist’s partner even after following the series for so long. Everyone thought he must have been reading a low-quality, plagiarized novel (.)
-13-
Mr. P doesn't care. Those readers are right to scold him. After all, he reads these books just to slack off at work and relieve stress in his breaks. He reads ten lines at a glance. Sometimes he doesn't even bother to remember the protagonist's name, let alone his gender. It can't be said that he truly loves the work.
As a guy who loves all kinds of outdoor adventure sports, he actually doesn't like to read seriously. The only literary and artistic works he can appreciate are music, or film and television works with outstanding music.
After all, Mr. P's daily life and work require him to use his brain intensively. He has to spare his brain for more important things, such as the complaints made by his boss, the consequences of his boss's tasks, his boss dancing on his pillow at night, his boss...
-14-
Another example is the boss’s sister.
Because I misjudged the endurance of ordinary humans, I caused her unexpected damage...
Providing Miss W with the energy to recover and temporary housing are also included in the scope of "aftermath" work.
Although he hated her, work was work and selfishness was selfishness. As a subordinate of his boss, he still had to have this professional quality.
-15-
Moreover, based on Mr. P's experience of reading all kinds of melodramatic and tragic literature, it is really amazing that human authors can write so many tragic literatures with so many different styles. They must be very good at love in real life. It is natural for him to learn from them.
The reason why "white moonlight" becomes "white moonlight" is because of regret.
I regret not being able to stay with you all the time, I regret not being able to save the relationship in time, I regret not saying certain words and not saying goodbye properly.
——Therefore, the more he wanted to "drive W as far away as possible", the more he had to ensure her safety and health, and help Miss M to complete W's "perfection" again.
To sum up, the more he hates her, the more he has to take good care of her.
-16-
Only be can be unforgettable, perfect he cannot.
——This is the opinion of a fan of tragic and melodramatic literature and does not represent objective truth.
-17-
You know, when Mr. P was obsessed with tragic literature, he even thought about committing suicide in front of Miss M. The "unforgettable be aesthetics" really moved him.
-18-
But Miss W was unaware of his considerations from a psychiatric perspective.
She didn't know that the pure energy she used for cultivation came from Mr. P's salary, nor did she know that the house she was temporarily staying in was Mr. P's staff dormitory.
After all, after he finished negotiating with the main system ("So she is really M's sister and not your substitute?", "Really? Really? Are you sure it's not a substitute literature?", "I don't believe that M is a sister complex"), he went to work.
The main system teleported her directly over, leaving a message saying "Pick a room on the first floor, you can use the furniture and appliances as you like. If you need anything, you can contact me directly. M also lives here." Then it also left to go to work.
-19-
Miss W was left standing on the floor in a daze.
Empty floor.
Because before going on a quest in the Orc world, Ms. M created some exciting scenes on the floor again, so Mr. P sent the sofa and carpet to be dry-cleaned (.)
-20-
You have to know that Mr. P is not really a guy who loves home life. Prison life has forced him to stay at home for too long. Now he is a psychopath who loves to go out. He goes to restaurants outside to eat and play outside. If he has a three-month vacation, he would like to spend three months outside.
Go outside if you can. It is absolutely impossible to stay at home for more than two days in a row.
So before his boss came to live there, his own dormitory was no different from his old cell.
It's just a space to rest and sleep, and a place to plant flowers.
He rarely keeps his personal belongings in the living room, and they are few in nature, so that he can easily pack up his luggage and go out into the world to play.
——Also to avoid his boss going crazy, the only personal belongings he had in this dormitory were either in the bedroom or in the basement.
So, at that time, Miss W was standing on the first floor of the house and did not find any trace of the second person.
She just thought that it was the residence assigned by the main system, so she felt relieved, walked into the room, and slept soundly.
-twenty one-
Until the furniture that Miss M had destroyed was dry-cleaned and returned by the robot to be rearranged;
Until Miss M herself ended her coma caused by exhaustion, rubbed her eyes and walked out of her bedroom on the second floor, wearing a baggy pajamas, and saw W watching TV on the first floor.
"Hello, sister." She greeted him naturally. "Xiao P told me that you've been living here lately. That's great! If you need anything, just let me know. He's still working for the time being..."
Ms. W: “…”
Ms. W: “Xiao P…?”
"Didn't the main system tell you?"
Miss M yawned and said, "This is Xiao P's dormitory."
-twenty two-
"... Then why are you here, sister..."
"My dorm has been sealed off due to long-standing arrears. I've been living with Xiao P for a long, long time."
“…”
"Sister? Sister? What's wrong? Are you not moving? ... Are you asleep with your eyes open? Then cover yourself with the quilt."
“…”
-twenty three-
Then Miss M ran to absorb the memory, and then Miss W sat stiffly on the sofa with her eyes open, dazed for the whole afternoon.
-twenty four-
Miss W is not a psychopath. She doesn't have M's strange self-confidence: "My things are mine, my subordinates' things are all mine, and my subordinates themselves are absolutely mine. If they dare to run, I will lock them in a cage."
She is an ordinary person, an ordinary woman from the feudal era.
The four big words "living under someone else's roof" were in bold, booming loudly above my head.
-25-
After learning from the main system that "the energy I use to recuperate my soul all comes from that guy's own salary", these four big words shattered above her head with a "boom boom boom" and turned into heavier and heavier cement blocks.
To be fair, if you put yourself in Miss W's shoes, she would definitely not pay to take care of a severe mentally ill person who covets her sister, and she would agree to let him live in her home - it would be good enough if she didn't have to beat him out with a broom, how could that be possible!
They really, really hate each other, but this practical help is also real—
Saying gratitude or guilt? Absolutely not! That psychopath definitely wasn't doing this for her! He must be planning some psychopathic seduction scheme!
Say you hate it or feel disgusted? ... I don't have the nerve to do that! Living in someone else's house and using the "money" they provide... If I were still alive, I would definitely visit them morning and night, and serve them with respect...
Miss W's position, expression and thoughts were awkward, and she felt like she was becoming the embodiment of embarrassment.
-26-
She really didn't understand how M could be so heartless as to live in someone else's house and waste other people's wages, furniture and refrigerators, even though they were in the same awkward position.
...She's already married, right?! She doesn't consider that vicious dog an outsider anymore, right?!
My sister used to refuse even tea money from her suitors! She'd even go through the trash to refuse gifts from men! Why is it that now—uh uh—
Faced directly with the shocking fact that "my sister has been living with the other person and has been abusing him for a long time", W's brain was almost drained by all the awkward and intense complaints. After struggling in every possible way, he tried to communicate with his sister, but only received an even more shocking response -
"Well, Xiao P's salary? Of course it's his job to clean up the mess. Besides, Xiao P's salary is huge, so it doesn't matter if I use a little bit. Don't mind it, don't mind it. Xiao P's salary is my salary, and he fully agrees to let me use it."
Ms. W: "...That's not the problem! The problem is - uh - the problem is -"
-27-
The embarrassment and frustration of many days turned into a roar this morning.
"I've only ever used money and possessions offered voluntarily by suitors! Could it be that he's trying to woo me?!"
The bowl of porridge in Miss M's hand fell onto the table with a clang.
She murmured in shock, "What? Xiao P wants to pursue my sister?"
Mr. P, who had just finished washing up and came down from the attic bedroom, said: "..."
-28-
He walked over silently and raised his hand to make a very rude knife move.
Two identical girls were sitting head to head at the breakfast table, and he knocked his boss over with one hand.
"No. Please don't think of anything strange, it will cause a short circuit."
Miss M, who was hit, said: "Ah..."
She held the bowl and tilted her head back, her bangs falling down to reveal her smooth forehead.
"Good morning, Little P... Did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, the quality is very good. You will have plenty of rest, please rest assured."
Miss W next to her: "..."
Ms. W: "Ahem...good morning...I just..."
The blond man who had just come down from the attic didn't even look at her.
He passed by Miss M, who was leaning back on the chair with her head tilted back, and naturally smoothed her bangs, then walked into the kitchen.
Such an indifferent reply came from the kitchen.
"Good morning. I've just started dating someone, so please don't slander my reputation and aesthetics, senior."
W: “…”
-29-
...So angry.
So angry!!
He didn't even look her in the eye when he spoke - in a sarcastic tone - was it intentional - was it definitely intentional -
W's guilt and uneasiness just now disappeared. She coughed hard, reached out and pulled her sister back, who was leaning back in the chair and touching her bangs and laughing.
He raised his hand and hit her forehead with a small knife.
“Enjoy your breakfast!”
M, who was attacked by two knife-handed people this morning: "..."
-30-
Although the force was getting lighter and lighter, it didn't hurt at all.
She still hummed, deliberately prolonging the ending sound: "Sister - you are mean to me -"
Mr. P walked into the kitchen and came out with his breakfast.
Toast and coffee, he made his own breakfast really quickly.
——After walking out very quickly, he sat down very quickly and pulled out the chair next to him.
"It's okay." Mr. P said very gently, "I won't be mean to you. Come sit next to me."
Ms. W: “…”
-31-
If she didn't have the simple habit of "not wasting food", she would have wanted to pick up the fried dough sticks on the table and slap his seemingly gentle and considerate face with grease.
...good dog bastard!!
-32-
Miss M did not sense her sister's desire to hit her boyfriend with a fried dough stick, nor did she sense the gossip her boyfriend made after he quickly occupied a corner of the breakfast table.
Today's breakfast was made by her sister, which included fried dough sticks, vegetable buns, soy milk, and beef and vegetable porridge. In her bowl of porridge, her sister also specially added two tea eggs.
It was "sister's breakfast" after a long absence, and M was in a very good mood.
And last night before going to bed, I sniffed someone who seemed to be crying but not crying, and it was both cute and distressing——
If I want to take care of someone, I really want to take care of him. If I want to bully someone, I really want to bully him.
Miss M rushed back to the kitchen that night to check the remaining ingredients. After finding that all the chicken soup was used up, she even bought an old hen online in the early morning - then she opened the online shopping channel, threw herself on her quilt, and hugged her pillow.
Roll one circle to the left and three circles to the right.
Rolled left, right... and rolled under the bed.
-33-
...so cute. I want to buy all the old hens that can be ordered in the system world and come back to cook noodles with him.
So cute… red eyes… red eyes… wet maple leaves… aggrieved tone… sniffling… he even sniffles when he’s about to cry!!
ah.
So cute.
Miss M hugged the pillow coldly and continued to roll back and forth on her floor.
This is the feeling of "my new boyfriend is so cute".
...Wait! No photos! No video! I should have kissed him just now—that scene was so adorable, I should have kissed a lot more—why did I only realize it now? I shouldn't have ordered it the first moment. I should have held him down and kissed him—but he's asleep now, right? But according to the limited activities after dating, the goodnight kiss he mentioned in the past, right?
So M immediately jumped up from the floor, holding the pillow, and rushed back to the attic in a very proactive manner.
-34-
The lights were turned off and the door was closed.
...I really fell asleep.
I didn't even leave the door open for her... Speaking of which, if we become a couple, can we sleep together?
Miss M staggered back in a daze, holding the pillow, and threw herself back into her bed, sinking into the quilt, and was in a daze for a long time.
After a while, she rolled once to the left and three times to the right.
-35-
…Whatever. It's so cute. It's still so cute.
I don’t want to worry about anything else for now… Little P with those red eyes… so adorable… I was so nervous at the time, but I wanted to kiss her so badly afterwards… I didn’t take any pictures, so I’ll just try my best to etch that scene into my memory… This memory must never be erased for any reason…
Miss M rolled to the ground again.
...If I fall asleep with my mind full of "Little P about to cry", will I dream of Little P who is really crying?
Dreams are said to be a continuation of consciousness.
And I can also control the progress of the dream.
M lay there thinking deeply, as if thinking about the proposition of the universe.
-36-
I want to see it... I want to see it so badly!!
Although for some reason the previous few times I saw him almost crying, my mind went blank and I felt extremely nervous - only when I thought about it later did I realize the super cute energy contained in it - but if I saw it again -
-37-
I will definitely not fall into emptiness.
-38-
M made a profound conclusion, closed his eyes, and used his strength with unprecedented concentration, trying to witness "little P's tears really falling" in his dream.
-39-
Finally, she got what she wanted.
There was a blurry place and blurry figures, and I vaguely knew it was Xiao P, the guy huddled in the corner of the room.
In the dream, he raised his head.
Miss M's mind went blank again.
-40-
She woke up from her dream this morning shouting "Don't cry", and then she hugged her pillow and was in a daze for a long time.
-41-
After a long time, Miss M recovered and hit the pillow hard.
...Why! Why!
I really, really, really want to see little P cry!
Why did my head buzz when I saw it in person? All the images became blurry, and I felt nervous, tangled, and painful.
-42-
hateful……
Miss M doesn't understand herself anymore.
She really wanted to see it, but after seeing it, she really didn't want to see it anymore.
After the dream faded away and I came to my senses from the blankness... I really wanted to watch it again!
-43-
well.
Is this what it means to be in love?
It's so convoluted and complicated... Even my intuition, which I've always trusted so much, can't make sense of it...
She got up in a daze, washed up, and when she saw the "shipped" notification pop up in the online shopping channel, her mood improved.
The old hen is on the way!
Her 100 bowls of chicken noodle soup are also on the way!
-44-
——Let’s not talk about whether Miss M will really surpass Mr. P and eat a hundred old hens, and let’s not talk about whether the latter can really eat a hundred bowls of noodles in a row. In short, this morning.
Three guys, each with their own ulterior motives, sat together and had breakfast.
Mr. P was thinking about how to successfully get rid of the guy on the opposite side who he disliked in every way.
Miss W was thinking about how to avoid her sister from beating the psychotic dog opposite to death with fried dough sticks.
Miss M didn't think about anything. She took a bite of the tea egg in the bowl. The tea egg was really delicious.
...Fortunately, the system world does not reflect everyone's psychological activities.
-45-
"Xiao P, don't you want to eat something? My sister makes delicious tea eggs!"
The breakfast made by Miss W was placed in front of the two sisters' seats, and Mr. P ate the toast he baked himself.
Hearing this, he paused as he was spreading mustard on the toast: "No need, Miss W makes fixed portions, right?"
——Well, it’s not that Miss W deliberately treated Mr. P differently at breakfast today out of resentment. She didn’t expect Mr. P to come back.
He has been working away from home recently. He met Miss W last night and left in a hurry. When W was making breakfast this morning, she didn't expect him to be there, so she made two servings at the beginning.
No matter how much I dislike him, I would never starve him in this way.
Of course, even if Ms. W prepared a portion for a third person, Mr. P probably wouldn’t eat it.
He might pack it up to take away and feed his colleagues.
Or feed the dog.
-46-
"Will you eat this?"
Miss W looked at his hand squeezing mustard onto the toast and tried very hard to suppress the urge to sigh: "I heard from my sister that you have been very busy recently."
"Yes, senior," Mr. P replied respectfully. "That's no problem. I have to go to the department later. The remaining work is piled up in the office."
Oh, hurry to go.
Miss W swallowed the polite words "How about I cook some more for you" and lowered her head to drink the porridge.
She would get angry if she looked at him for too long. He acted like he respected her dog.
...Don't look, don't get angry, just eat porridge and fried dough sticks.
But Miss M still didn't notice any of this. She stretched out her chopsticks and directly picked up the tea eggs in her bowl and put them directly into Mr. P's plate.
-47-
"This is really delicious, Xiao P, try it. You'll be hungry with just the toast. I specially left one extra for me. You eat this one, I have more in my bowl."
Miss W, who had specially left it for her sister to supplement her nutrition: "..."
Miss W's hand holding the bowl of porridge couldn't help but tremble. Then it trembled with anger.
Mr. P caught a glimpse of Miss W's trembling hands, and his refusal words were immediately swallowed: "Okay, thank you."
——That wasn't just a tea egg. That wasn't just the tea egg W made specially for her sister. That egg was one Miss M had tasted before.
-48-
She has always been a stingy and protective person at the dinner table. In the past, she would fight with her subordinates for the meat of the fish head and tofu soup with rice, and now she is not much more generous.
She had tasted the tea egg before and thought, "It's delicious, I should give it to little P." After lowering her head to choose between the two eggs in her bowl, she picked out the egg that had been bitten and could be considered "smaller", and "generously" gave it to Mr. P.
Miss M is pretty smart when it comes to what she wants, hmm.
-49-
But after all, it was food that she had taken a bite of.
The other two guys at the table would never think that "she deliberately gave away a smaller portion", the other two guys would only focus on "taking a bite".
——Ms. W decisively stretched out her chopsticks, and Mr. P pulled out the plastic bag at lightning speed.
Miss W's chopsticks hit the edge of the plate, and Mr. P picked up the tea eggs in a plastic bag and tied a knot.
“I’m in a hurry to get to work.”
He said in a calm tone, "Let's go first. I'll eat this egg on the way."
After saying that, he turned around and left, cleanly and neatly.
Ms. W, who intended to claim the tea eggs: "..."
-50-
Miss W was half-leaning over the table, holding her chopsticks, wishing she could smash the plate opposite her that still had half a slice of toast left on it.
Miss M continued to slurp her porridge. After a while, she put down the bowl, gently raised her hand and poked Miss W.
"Sister, don't be sad."
She suddenly said, "Although Xiao P is the only person of the opposite sex who won't pursue you and likes you, he is a scumbag, smart, and mentally ill. Having such a suitor is not only inconvenient but also very troublesome."
Ms. W, who had long forgotten her initial, insane comment about "not being my suitor," responded: "...Huh?"
"Little P won't pursue me, and don't think he's special. He's very, very bad, and I'll take care of him."
Miss M touched her sister's head, hesitated for a moment, moved her chopsticks, and picked up the tea egg from her bowl.
-51-
"Little P is mine. This is for you, sister. I want to make it up to you."
Miss W, who was comforted by a whole tea egg: “…”!
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