This story, which seemed like a fleeting dream, became increasingly credible after being verified by several students in the same building.
The idea that the poster might have actually entered a parallel world gained widespread support, and the discussion heated up dramatically.
Shi Jinzhe said, "And this person, look at the name 'Brother Ping' he mentioned, does it sound familiar? Could it be Qi Yuping?"
"The guy with the mirror in the bomb field?" Shekh remembered that he had smashed his prop mirror with his own hands.
"I think so. Only famous high-level players would be called that, the probability of having the same name is too low."
As I scrolled through the comments, I found many netizens sharing their own strange experiences from childhood to adulthood.
Some people talk about things in a very mysterious way, which is hard to understand. Some things that are difficult to solve with current science may actually be remnants of memories left behind by indigenous people who accidentally wandered into a different world.
He said to Shekh, "When all the players in this world were teleported into the game, the system found people from other worlds to solve the problem here. I wonder if it locked down the location of the black mist, then directly sealed off the area and opened a dungeon for someone else to solve it?"
Shekh was skeptical: "You have too much faith in it. If it could solve the problem, it wouldn't keep making mistakes, or even get cut off by the black mist."
Shi Jinzhe: "There's no need to solve it. It just needs to lure the players who are sent in with the black mist, use the players' bodies as a vessel to send the black mist to another world. Once the black mist can't find you, it will naturally leave."
He opened the navigation map, entered the international school mentioned in the post, first had Sheikh memorize the location, then zoomed out the map and had Sheikh look at the name of a neighborhood two blocks away.
Shi Jinzhe tapped the phone screen: "The neighborhood where we took Jiang back that day is called this."
Shekh pushed aside the phone in front of him and met his gaze. "If the Black Mist is brought back to its own world by the players..."
"The people there either have to fend for themselves, or the system is constantly changing the location of the black fog by robbing Peter to pay Paul."
Shi Jinzhe continued, "However, I think the situation will be easier to resolve without you. Let's wait and see, and not rush to conclusions. If multiple players on the forum start criticizing the system for being inhumane and exploiting labor by making people work non-stop, then it's the latter."
"Whether it exploits or not, it's not human." Shekh firmly believes that the system is no good, and that has never changed.
Shi Jinzhe: "You're right, it's not a person."
Shekh: "Neither do you."
"Neither do you."
He spoke before Shekh could, "I'm imitating you."
"…abnormal."
"You can't just say things like that."
Shi Jinzhe denied it at this moment, and pulled the pillow from her arms: "You don't admit that you are a human, but if you are a snake, don't snakes think that what you and I do is perverted?"
Stop sophistry.
Shekh raised an arm to cover his chest. "Snakes don't have the ethics and morals of human society, so they wouldn't know what perversion is."
"How could I not know?" Shi Jinzhe averted his gaze from hers and glanced down. "If you didn't know, why were you blocking it?"
"I like."
"You have many preferences. Yesterday you said you liked me treating you roughly, do you need me to fulfill this preference for you today?"
"Time will come." Shekh sat up abruptly, not bothering to block, relying entirely on the considerate guidance of his hair on either side, and said very seriously:
Did you know that trees that turn yellow will die?
"This is the first time I've heard of it; it's a well-known secret."
Shi Jinzhe praised the child in a tone of praise, then put the pillow he had snatched behind his back and leaned against the wall, saying, "But if it were green, I wouldn't be able to laugh."
"You have so many excuses."
"That's not an excuse. Let me remind you, my dad's true form is white. If I were green, it would cause a huge problem from anyone's perspective."
"Forget it, you can't even transform into your original form, so how would anyone know what color you really are?"
Shekh doesn't follow the logic of "times come to an end" at all; he has his own set of ideas.
Shi Jinzhe pulled her over and made Shehe lie face down on him. He looked down at her and said, "What color you are born with depends on your parents, but what you are born with depends on you."
"You mean you were originally very fair-skinned, right?"
Shi Jinzhe boasted shamelessly, "I used to be such a pure person, but you corrupted me."
"Oh, yes, you are so pure."
Shekh lay between his legs, arching his back. “When I did this before, you always told me to let go of you. You also said I couldn’t wrap my tail around you, I wasn’t allowed to touch you, I wasn’t allowed to look at you in this position, and you didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with me.”
As Shekh slid his body down, he breathed on Shi Jinzhe's bent waist, "And when I first came here, sometimes I would get up and forget to put on my clothes, and you wouldn't even look at me. I remember all of that. You're so innocent, you must remember it even more clearly than I do."
"...Or maybe we should just let some things go."
"Don't deny it."
"I was young, ignorant, and naive back then."
Shi Jin tried to justify himself, saying, "But how could I know what would happen in the future? I can't just treat every woman I see as my wife."
At this point, he changed the subject, "Let's go get a household registration certificate this afternoon. Your eye problem makes it inconvenient, so I've arranged for the marriage registration office to come to your home tomorrow."
"A piece of paper can't guarantee a relationship, so is there any need to get a marriage certificate?"
"I don't guarantee feelings, but I do guarantee that the law won't allow the relationship to continue, and I will protect your various interests, such as money and houses, and my various assets. You have the legal and reasonable right to dispose of them."
"A house?" Shekh became interested, straightening up his languid body and leaning his head back against Shijin's shoulder.
"Is it all for me?"
"..."
Shi Jinzhe chuckled, "If I were an ordinary person, your reaction would have caused our marriage to fall apart in the next second."
“No, you can’t live without me.” Shekh wrapped his arms around his neck. “The money is mine, and so is I.”
Snap.
The two looked toward the source of the sound and saw Shekh's tail tip tapping the floor in a small, rhythmic motion.
Shekh silently curled its tail into a circle, preventing it from moving around anymore.
Shi Jinzhe said, "Isn't your behavior a bit restrictive of its freedom?"
"Pretending to be a good person again, you don't need to tell me."
Sheh retracted her snake tail. Without the tail taking up space, the ground suddenly felt empty. She pulled her legs down, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. When she made a request, she simply said, "Go get me some clothes."
"I'm too lazy to move, let's wear something else."
Shi Jinzhe swung his arm toward the glass, grabbing a handful of air as if trying to catch it, and then brought it down. A light purple, shimmering veil draped over Shehe's body.
"Why didn't you put it on me earlier?"
“If you didn’t tell me, how could I dare to make a decision on my own?”
“Okay,” Shekh said flatly, “then I’ll tell you now, you can sleep next door tonight.”
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