Chapter 161 Mizuki Private High School (Thirty-three)
"Why don't you do anything? What are you waiting for?"
After Dora repelled an infected body, she turned sideways and spoke something to the Void beside her.
Her tone was far less matter-of-fact than her words, and instead carried a hint of shame of being forced into a desperate situation, so that Dora deliberately ignored the sense of disobedience that arose from her empty body.
"Of course I'm waiting for you to speak."
A hot arm pressed against my waist, and a carefree aura came from behind me.
There was a sense of nonchalance in his tone, as well as a hint of reluctance and irritability that could be easily detected.
X finished his words slowly, but showed no intention of taking any action.
Dora neither urged her nor paid any attention to the hand that was across her waist.
Maybe it was because the other person's actions were too familiar, or because Dora instinctively accepted this behavior, but she didn't deliberately correct the other person's behavior.
"I am your friend," X said after a while, "How long do you think this situation of Calabash Brothers saving Grandpa will last? When will I give up?"
This was a very serious question. After all, in Dora's only memory, X had never spoken to her like this.
But she spoke in a very low voice, and after she finished speaking, she withdrew her arm and left without any hesitation or expectation of Dora's answer.
The gathered infected bodies were suddenly swept away by a strong wind. While Dora was stunned, a large number of infected bodies had already fallen down. Bei Wanchao, who could not hold on any longer, could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But Dora's mood sank because of what X just said.
Bei Wanchao was standing just a few steps away from her, but Dora felt that he was out of reach.
It’s like the kite’s string, which is never in your hands from the beginning to the end.
Where she will end up is not something she can decide.
This should be a normal phenomenon. After all, everyone has the right to choose their own destiny, and Bei Wanchao is destined to face the dangers in these virtual environments.
Dora didn't know where her confidence came from, but when she saw that the face that should have remained indifferent was covered with scars, Dora clenched her fists uncontrollably.
Not allowed.
She would not allow Bei Wanchao to leave her life in this way, and would never allow her to leave her like this during a future training or actual combat.
She didn't want to see the other person's face filled with painful expressions.
"What are you thinking about?"
The hand on my waist had returned without me noticing.
The scalding body temperature brought Dora, who was still thinking, back to reality all of a sudden.
The chilling answer in my heart and the cold and fearful atmosphere seemed to melt instantly because of X's action.
X felt his body temperature rising and the burning sensation on his body. The ninja was in pain and finished his unfinished words, "It's all been solved. Besides, this is just a simulation training. There's no need to worry so much."
This is not what she should have said. If you compare the before and after, you will find that X is like a schizophrenic.
Sometimes, because of Bei Wanchao's existence, she unscrupulously probed into Dora's inner heart, trying to stimulate some evil thoughts in her heart, but when she saw Dora's lonely, even painful and fearful expression, she felt that nothing else mattered, as long as she was happy.
But this consciousness that broke through certain constraints seemed to have angered something, causing some changes in her already empty body.
X hasn't figured out where this change came from yet, but she finally realized that something was wrong.
After saying these words, she tried to withdraw her arm inconspicuously, instinctively not wanting to hurt Dora.
But he was suddenly grabbed by the other party, "Are you hurt? Why is your body so hot?"
The moment their hands were held, they both felt a surge in their hearts, as well as the satisfaction and familiarity brought by the skin contact.
Dora's tone was more urgent than when she was concerned about Bei Wanchao. She didn't know where this urgency came from. It was like it was deeply engraved in her bones and blood. It would be forgotten due to some restrictions, but when she came into contact with someone, it would immediately skyrocket.
X selfishly didn't want to take her hand back, and she really didn't, but let Dora pull her.
The electric current surged through the two people's bodies, back and forth, as if trying to find some window of expression, but in the end it could only run rampant through the body.
"Nothing hurts, my form can't get hurt."
After a long while, X finally found his voice. "I just feel a little bit wrong. I can't say..."
Before she could finish her words, she shook off Dora's hand as if she had become a different person.
"I'm fine. You don't need to pretend to care about me so that I can continue to work hard for you."
It was clearly the same voice speaking, but the emotions before and after were so different that it didn't seem to come from the same person's mouth. "I know what you are afraid of, and you know it very well in your heart."
X pinched his fingertips, as if he was very greedy for the smooth touch of Gan Chai's hands, but he said something he couldn't resist, "Do you know? There is actually a best solution to this matter, which is..."
Dora looked at her empty palm and was stunned for a few seconds, but soon came to her senses after hearing X's words.
"Shut up, I told you not to get involved in this matter."
These words were spoken viciously, with a warning tone, as if he had forgotten that if it hadn't been for X's help, Bei Wanchao would have been infected by now.
But she seemed to be suddenly provoked by X's words, or maybe she simply didn't want the other party to make her dark thoughts public.
The thing she feared was like a seed, growing wildly in the barren wilderness of her heart.
Dora had no ability to limit it, or she tried but failed, or she had a laissez-faire attitude from the beginning, so now, the seed has already taken root and sprouted.
The tangled roots are deeply embedded in the bones and blood and cannot be removed, and what emerges is no longer a small sapling, but a towering tree.
Dora has completely lost control of it, and under certain stimulation, it will even control her.
"I know what you're thinking, and I'm glad you think so."
However, X did not back down, nor was she stopped by Dora's words. She used her bewitching voice and gently embraced Dora in her arms.
"Don't be afraid, you are not wrong, and your idea is not wrong. This is the solution to the problem, and it is a permanent solution."
She patted Dora's shoulder gently, and used her soft and affirmative voice to soothe Dora's thoughts and soften her armor that had already been riddled with holes.
"You are a smart kid and a decisive executor, right?"
Dora gradually closed her eyes under X's comfort.
Her mind was still struggling. She shouldn't sink like this, and this idea shouldn't exist. However, the familiar voice and embrace gave her the long-lost sense of security.
Should it be like this?
Is this correct?
If I do this, will I no longer be afraid?
She asked herself in her heart, but she could not get an answer. At the same time, a cold object had been stuffed into her relaxed palms.
"Dora, Dora..."
Someone was calling his name, the voice sounded very anxious and very familiar, "Are you okay?"
Dora slowly opened her eyes and what she saw was Bei Wanchao's anxious face. She woke up from her trance, shook off the things in her hands, and broke free from X's arms.
That thing was originally empty like X, so there was no sound.
"I've tested it, you're not infected, do you have any other wounds? Don't scare me."
Bei Wanchao raised his arms so that Dora could lean on him in a more comfortable position. The blood on his face had not been washed away yet, and his cold eyes finally had some color.
The face is right, but the mood is wrong.
This thought suddenly occurred to Dora.
She finally felt as if something was wrong with her. Was this body hers?
She struggled to sit up from Bei Wanchao's arms, told her that she was fine, and then observed her body.
There seemed to be a gap between her body and mind, and some thoughts came inexplicably, yet with a fatalistic persistence.
X disappeared somewhere and Dora could no longer sense her.
I don't know if she left in anger because she failed to seduce me, or if she was afraid that I would have to confront her after I woke up.
But in fact, where Dora couldn't see, X was standing a few meters away, watching the interaction between Dora and Bei Wanchao.
She felt inexplicably relieved and was not angry at all because Dora woke up. Instead, she felt a little sore in her heart when she saw the intimate interaction between Dora and Bei Wanchao.
She couldn't describe the feeling clearly, but she felt uncomfortable instinctively, and vaguely angry, and even wished she was the one holding Dora.
Compared with the complicated emotions of the two people in the virtual environment, the real situation was already untouchable, and Twelve, who was almost staring holes in the white paper, was even more confused.
After she wrote down the words asking X for help, there was no response for a long time.
Although the punishment was not triggered again, this kind of mild torment made her feel even more uneasy.
This also made her think about another question. In this so-called multiplayer collaborative side quest, where exactly is the so-called "collaboration" reflected?
After all, everything she wrote down since she sat down was arranged by the system and she had no intention of her own.
In other words, according to the current situation, this link does not seem to be affected by her presence or absence, so why does the system arrange a seat for such a player?
On the other hand, the system will not do thankless tasks. Since it has arranged its existence, it must be able to play a role.
Now I am filling in the development of the script step by step under the systematic speculation. I can only say that there are still some things I haven't discovered.
Thinking of this, Twelve turned his gaze back to the white paper.
After getting involved in this mission, all she had was this piece of paper, so the secret must be on it.
only--
Twelve's eyes swept across the few short lines of words on the white paper. Apart from the few crooked lines of handwriting he had written, there were also prompts given by the system.
There didn't seem to be anything eye-catching about it. She even held the paper up to a light source, but didn't see anything special.
Could it be a prompt from the system, hiding some mystery?
Twelve thought about it carefully and then realized something was wrong.
That is, every time the answer she wrote was not the result expected by the system, a prompt triggering punishment would appear.
But when she wrote down the answer the system wanted, she did not hear the correct prompt tone, but just silently advanced to the next process.
Why is this?
The system has always been clear about rewards and punishments. It chooses to remain silent simply because it does not want to expose too much information to itself.
The system uses this behavior pattern of punishing wrong answers to trap yourself in this kind of thinking trap.
How should I describe the severity of the punishment? It was not great. It was just ten seconds of pain, and there was no tendency for it to get worse.
Twelve remembered his task description again and seemed to understand something.
Then she pondered for a moment, and without any further prompts from the paper, she wrote a line of words.
Because Bei Wanchao was injured in two consecutive simulation trainings, Dora thought about it again and again and decided to temporarily end today's training.
The black font appeared smoothly on the white paper, without being restricted by the system or triggering any penalties.
Even after Twelve finished writing, he still tilted his head, as if he was silently confronting the system.
For a long time, she could feel that every word on the paper was being stared at deeply by the system. After measuring it with the most stringent standards, it was found that it was indeed in line with the creative theme and character logic.
Twelve was delighted. After such a long time, she finally found the correct way to complete the task.
The prompt for the task release stated that any text that violates the creative theme and logic will be banned.
Therefore, the words she wrote down several times before were all prohibited and punished because they violated these rules, but the system cleverly used the words "wrong answer" to restrict her thinking.
However, the task description clearly stated that one had to write a corresponding script in the first person with the theme of "Dora's Day".
In other words, she has the right to create the script, but only under the premise of not violating the prompt.
This kind of changeable space is the variable that Twelve is looking for to complete this task through "collaboration".
Dora, who was experiencing physical confusion, suddenly had an instruction pop into her mind, and she obeyed it uncontrollably.
[The simulation training ended ahead of schedule.]
If these words could only be written but not spoken, Twelve would have felt that the system was so advanced that he would have to grit his teeth and say these words.
And based on the word "early", there should be a third simulation environment, but it has now been intercepted by Twelve.
[After a short rest, Dora and Bei Wanchao started today's physical education class. ]
As if worried that Twelve would write something random with the pen in his hand, the system quickly popped up a new prompt, leaving Twelve no chance to respond.
Just when Twelve felt that there was something wrong with the school's curriculum, as it was not possible to have a physical education class right after the simulation training, another line of words popped up.
[Dora habitually stood aside and watched the North Wanchao movement. ]
Standing aside as usual, these words caught Twelve's attention. Why did they emphasize this?
In her heart, she had almost determined that Dora was the eldest lady, but now she was not sure what the mission of the eldest lady and her friends was. She could only use this method to see if she could convey some brief information to the other party.
At the same time, Dora and Bei Wanchao had left the virtual environment training ground and came to an indoor stadium.
It was still raining outside, and the drizzle hit the transparent windows, making white noise.
The weather was still very gloomy and it was almost impossible to tell the time.
Dora was stunned for a few seconds, her eyes sweeping over the pots of flowers and plants on the high windowsill.
My eyes unconsciously moved to the last pot, with its finger-shaped leaves, and I found that the leaves of this plant were very large and obvious.
She glanced outside at the rain which was much lighter than before. She didn't know what she was thinking, and her eyes were dark.
The physical education teacher organized a volleyball match, but Dora did not participate as usual.
She didn't know the reason for this 'routine', but she really had no interest in sports and just followed Bei Wanchao with her eyes.
The girl's body is slender but not thin. When she jumps high, her resilient waist is exposed.
Those cheering in the stands took the opportunity to capture the smooth skin, then blushed and screamed.
Only Dora calmly shifted her gaze back to Bei Wanchao's face, as if this face was the only thing that attracted her attention.
The first half ended quickly, and naturally Bei Wanchao's team won.
Naturally, she wanted to share her joy with Dora as soon as possible, but before she took two steps, she was stopped by someone.
Those screaming girls and the cheerleaders had rushed over at some point and surrounded Bei Wanchao tightly.
Some were handing water, some were handing towels, and some were chattering away with compliments and words of love.
Dora didn't move. This kind of scene seemed to happen frequently. After all, everyone loves beauty.
But she was not as calm as she had imagined, especially when she saw an inappropriate smile on Bei Wanchao's face. This feeling was particularly obvious.
She was very angry, but her anger did not seem to be directed simply at those people who surrounded Bei Wanchao even though they knew he had a girlfriend. Instead, it was more like she was targeting Bei Wanchao for doing such a thing despite having such a face.
Dora thought she would soon get away from the crowd, but she didn't.
The other person raised his hand and greeted me, gave me a sweet smile, then lowered his head and chatted with the person in front of him.
This is not right, it shouldn't be like this.
Dora stood up suddenly, not knowing what was causing the sudden surge of anger and fear in her heart.
But before he could move, he was stopped by the person next to him.
[Bei Wanchao won a volleyball game. You sat in the stands and watched her being surrounded by suitors. She even accepted their kindness without hesitation.]
Snap——
Twelve lost control of the pen in his hand and it rolled around on the table.
What is going on? Is the president taking the initiative to commit suicide?
We just went through a battle, shouldn't we be spending time together now?
Why did it suddenly take this direction?
Twelve originally thought that the combat mode in the simulated environment was too cruel. Now that he has finally switched back to the warm campus life, it still feels something is not right.
Then the familiar countdown sounded again, the system reminding her that it was time to work.
How the hell should I continue this?
Dora stepped forward to declare her sovereignty and told those people clearly that she and Bei Wanchao were in a relationship.
Whether you think of it as a young lady or as any girlfriend, this is a normal thing.
After all, no one wants to see their lover standing and talking and laughing with other people.
[Content error. The content written by the player does not conform to the character logic and triggers a penalty.]
The system's notification sound was held back for a long time, as if to punish Twelve for changing the story just now. She always felt that the system's voice carried a bit of excitement of "you finally fell into my hands".
The moment the pain hit, Twelve had no time to manage the system. All he could think about was, I risked being punished to create opportunities for you, why are you so useless?
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