What does spiritual communication feel like?

This strange thought suddenly occurred to Ren Suo, and he thought that next time he summoned Ren Han, or met him in the tavern, he would definitely ask him about it.

Because Ren Suo now suspected that he was having a spiritual connection.

When merging with Sony before, Ren Suo didn't have any special feeling. He consumed Sony completely in an instant and obtained all of Sony's memory programs, thinking programs, and ** programs very smoothly, just like water merging into water.

If fusing with Sony means removing Sony's solid-state hard drive and installing it on one's own body, then fusing with a sister means slowly copying the program data from the sister's hard drive and then transferring it to one's own heart.

This transmission process made Ren Suo feel very subtle. It made him feel as if he was wandering in a sea of ​​memories and emotions, and as if he was warming himself by a fire.

If he had to say it, he felt that he was being spiritually assaulted by his sister unilaterally, or that he was being spiritually assaulted by his sister unilaterally?

If it is spiritual communication, then who is active and who is passive?

Because my sister should not feel anything now. After all, Ren Suo did not copy his information to her, so Ren Suo is the active party?

But Ren Suo did not make any effective output to his sister. Instead, he accepted all of his sister's output. So his sister was the active party?

Ren Suo felt very confused, so he planned to ask Ren Han for the definition of spiritual communication later, otherwise he would always feel weird in his heart.

It's not that he feels unable to face his sister. After all, he is trying to survive now and has to act according to the emergency. Besides, his sister should not feel anything at all. Only Ren Suo feels happy unilaterally, and his sister has not suffered any actual loss.

If I had to describe it, it felt like Ren Suo was looking at his sister wearing a pretty little skirt, pure white stockings, sitting on the sofa with a dangling ponytail, using his small hands to

He defeated the boss, the Broken Monk, who Ren Suo couldn't defeat no matter what.

Although this process had nothing to do with Ren Suo, he was just watching his sister play games, but Ren Suo also felt very happy.

If it is confirmed that this is really a spiritual connection, then Ren Suo will definitely have to say "thank you for the treat" to his sister, and then he will have one more memory to laugh at her: "Haha, the first and only person you have a spiritual connection with in your life is me, Ren Suo!"

Ren Suo just laughed at her like this: "Haha, the first man in your life who helps you wash your ass is your brother!" It can be said that they killed a thousand enemies and lost eight hundred of their own, and it was a disgrace to both the brother and sister.

But isn't that what brothers and sisters are like? They know all of each other's dark history, they dislike each other but help each other on weekdays, and because they are too close, they can witness all of each other's changes. They have engraved indelible marks on each other's years, and even the dark history has become a fragment worth recalling.

It seems that the transmission volume has reached a certain level. Ren Suo has loaded a small part of Ren Xingmei's soul memory program and has started running it.

What flashed by were bizarre fragments, as well as hazy joy and curiosity.

It is Ren Xingmei’s childhood memory.

Ren Suo has now blocked his thoughts and memories, otherwise he would confuse his own memories with his sister's. If he doesn't block himself, Ren Suo feels that he will most likely become gender-blurred, and even want to wear women's clothes, or try sanitary napkins to see if they really make people feel like flying as advertised.

In fact, this is still a small matter. What Ren Suo is really afraid of is that his brain will be mixed into a jam by too many memories, to the point that he may suffer a mental breakdown or even go crazy.

Even though Ren Xingmei is a few years younger than him, Ren Suo doesn't think that he has wasted many years of his life to be able to accommodate his sister's sensitive and intelligent inner world. Ren Suo has always been proud of his sister. She is smarter than him, treats people better than him, and can even help him get higher scores in games.

So there were very few things to make fun of her. In order to maintain his dignity as a brother, Ren Suo naturally had to know more about his sister's dark history. Although his means were a bit dirty and his purpose was a bit despicable, Ren Suo just wanted to counterattack his sister the next time she laughed at him, and kill her without leaving any armor or weapons.

Could it be that Ren Suo was not even qualified to have such a small happiness? If he kept using the incident of him helping his sister wash her breasts in elementary school to launch an attack, it would lose its effect one day...

With the beautiful vision of collecting materials, Ren Suo bathed in Ren Xingmei's past and quickly skimmed through her life from her perspective.

There are very few memories and emotions from infancy, and even the memories are fragmented and incomplete, with only scattered curiosity, comfort, and the uncomfortable feeling of a rake sticking to the buttocks.

In the dim light, Ren Suo saw two figures. He knew they were his parents, but the picture was too blurry and Ren Suo could not see any details. He only remembered the warmth and happiness in their arms, and the "baba" and "mama" he said when he was just learning to speak.

Then came shattered memories, bizarre lights, and... intense pain.

The scenes in my memory became chaotic, and an indescribable sadness overwhelmed my heart, making me burst into tears.

After an unknown amount of time, the picture began to become clear, and Ren Suo found himself lying in the warm crib again, sucking his little finger. Next to the crib, there was a chubby little boy looking at him.

He ran out and ran back, pried open his fingers, stuffed his fingers into his mouth, and said: "Try this! Delicious!"

He licked it himself and felt it was a bit salty. He smacked his lips, waved his arms and made a few yelps.

"It tastes good, right? I scraped the powder off the senbei." The little boy chuckled, "Huh? Do you want more? But I don't have any more...ah, try that!"

The little boy ran out again and stuffed a finger covered with red oil into his mouth. He instantly felt his mouth explode and burst into tears. The little boy was so scared that he was at a loss: "Is Lao Gan Ma not delicious? I usually eat it with rice?..."

Hearing her own crying, a beautiful young woman in an apron walked in immediately.

She looked at the little boy and sighed, then picked up the feather duster skillfully: "You will be spanked 10 times if you bully my sister. You know the rules, right? If you take off your pants yourself, I will spank you two less times."

"No, I didn't bully my sister. She is so moved that she is crying. Look at the people in the God of Cookery who cried when they ate Anran's rice."

"What did you feed your sister?"

"Senbei powder, and Lao Gan Ma!"

"Feeding chili peppers to my sister is a serious crime. If you take off your pants now, I can only spank you eight times."

"Wow, it stinks, my sister has pooped!" The little boy suddenly shouted, and the young woman came over to see her situation. The little boy immediately seized the opportunity and turned into a shadow to escape, but the young woman, who was observant and alert, grabbed him by the clothes and took him away.

"How dare you lie!"

"No, I didn't. I was just concerned about my sister's metabolism."

"Oh, you did well in Chinese class. You care about your sister so much. If she makes trouble in the future, you will be the one to take care of her."

"Just wait. Once I get the Tiga Transformation Device, I will..."

"I don't give you pocket money, so I want to see how you can buy the Tiga Transformation Device."

Seeing the little boy screaming and crying after being beaten by the young woman, 'she' stood up and leaned against the crib, laughing and even clapping her hands. After a while, the little boy shouted, "Eight hits, eight hits! You don't keep your word!"

"Your sister is here to show her support. She's spanking you a few more times for your own good."

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“Here, this is how you play it.”

The little boy took out a white bag the size of a finger from the box and threw it hard on the ground. It suddenly exploded with a bang, and I was so scared that I hid behind the little boy.

"Well, that's it. Just throw the sand cannon on the ground." The little boy handed the box to 'himself', then he took out several steamed bun-sized torpedoes and a lighter: "You play with the sand cannon, I'll go blow up the pond!"

"Myself" said "oh" in a daze, and quickly finished a box of sand cannons. I followed the little boy and watched him light the fuse of the small torpedo and throw it into a stinky ditch in the community. Then I hid behind a cover and waited for the stinky ditch to be blown up with a huge splash of water.

Once, when I was dodging, I bumped into a little fat boy. The little fat boy pushed me to the ground and took out a sand cannon to throw at me. I was so scared that I almost cried, but the little fat boy laughed and said, "Go home quickly. I hate little girls the most. They can only cry and can't play. They are boring!"

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of fireworks behind the little fat boy, and then the little fat boy ran away with a howl. The little boy holding a bunch of fireworks that kept emitting sparks was seen chasing the little fat boy like a dragon slayer holding a sword.

The fat boy screamed in pain after being burned by him, and ran over to say sorry to himself and went back to complain to his parents. Although the little boy was also beaten by his mother later, he didn't care, and said to himself proudly that he should light three bunches of fireworks, one bunch to bite with his mouth, and two bunches to hold with his hands, and if he used the ultimate move "Three Thousand Worlds", he would definitely be able to kill the fat boy in an instant...

I nodded repeatedly and happily hugged him to sleep.

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“Look what this is!”

In the hospital, a boy in school uniform took out a beautiful machine with a white shell that looked like a work of art. 'Myself' blinked: "Game console?"

"Yes, it's the PSP game console!" The boy laughed, "There are a lot of fun games with great graphics!"

"Myself" said, "Can I play with you?"

"Of course not, you're just watching me play." The boy said firmly, "I begged my mom for this for a long time!"

"Oh..." 'Myself' curled his lips and continued reading the picture book.

"This way I won't be bored when I accompany you in the hospital," the boy said as he played, "The games here are really fun. As long as I can play PSP, I will definitely accompany you in the hospital until you are discharged."

"Myself" thought about it, hummed, and leaned closer to watch the boys play games.

After watching for a while, 'I' couldn't help but say, "When it raises its claws, you have to hide immediately, otherwise you won't have time to dodge."

"Don't strike a third time, or you'll definitely be caught."

"Hurry up, go sharpen your knife, or you won't be able to cut it."

After watching his character being killed three times and the mission completely failed, the boy looked at himself depressedly: "Stop talking so much, if you can do it, then do it."

"Let me try."

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When I walked into the boy's room, I found him lying on the bed like a dead fish, staring at the ceiling lifelessly.

I could tell at a glance that he must be worried, so I turned on the boy's computer and started playing games without asking him. After more than ten minutes, the boy finally couldn't hold back and whispered, "Sister, I have a friend..."

'Myself' rolled his eyes but didn't complain. He continued playing games as usual and pretended not to care, "Oh? What happened to your friend?"

Don't show that you care about him, or he won't say it. Stupid adolescents are like this, they want others to care about them, but they don't want others to care too much about them.

"My friend, he, he...confessed to his deskmate."

My mouse twitched, and I used the wrong skill. I continued to ask casually, "Is my deskmate a girl?"

"Well, my friend is a boy, and today they were on duty for the general cleaning. After school, when all the classmates had left, he took the initiative to hold his deskmate's hand and asked her if he could do that, what..."

"And your deskmate refused?"

"Yeah, I don't know how that friend finished his duty."

The boy sighed, "How is he going to go to school? It's so embarrassing."

I thought about it carefully, nodded and said, "It's very troublesome. Some girls will tell their friends about this. Sigh, I guess your friends will become a laughing stock."

The boy was as shocked as if he had been struck by lightning: "Then...what should we do?"

"As long as you are not afraid of being laughed at, it doesn't matter."

"It's troublesome to fall in love during school. It's not about premature love or anything like that, but if you break up due to emotional discord, but you're still in the same class, it will be very awkward."

"Yeah, that's right... so I should go to university..."

"It's best to consider dating after you start working. Once you have money, you can support yourself financially and in time. And your parents will definitely not object, right?"

"Hmm... That's true..."

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, paused the game, went over to lie down next to the boy, and asked casually: "You...your friend's deskmate, is she pretty?"

"...I can't say she's pretty, she's just an ordinary person?" The young man scratched his head and said, "Maybe it's because we fell in love over time?"

"But if I want to fall in love, I may not have much time to play games. I have dates on Saturdays and Sundays, and I also have to go shopping and chat after school on weekdays..."

The boy nodded thoughtfully: "Yeah, this way I won't have time to play games..."

"Fighting King of Fighters?"

"Okay!" The boy jumped up from the **: "Open the modifier and play with infinite energy!"

Watching the boy open the game smoothly, 'I' couldn't help but chuckle and sat next to him with a smile on my face.

Yes, that's good.

It’s enough for you to have me by your side.

Wait till I'm in high school, wait till I'm in college, wait till I'm an adult, and then we'll be...free.

"Huh?!" Ren Suo's core program sounded an alarm.