Pride & Lust (2)
The college entrance examination has just ended, and the class group is bustling with activity, with the young masters and young ladies discussing where to have dinner and where to travel.
Many people in the group secretly tagged Song Shu, but Song Shu had turned off his phone and was concentrating on watching the anime on his tablet.
555 floated by faintly: [Second Dimension, I can’t see your determination to complete the mission. ]
Song Shu pretended not to hear it. When 555 repeated what he was saying in his ear, he paused and said weakly, "I just finished my exams. What's wrong with being unrestrained for a day or two?"
[You said this three days ago.]
Song Shu fell on the bed, rolled up in the soft quilt and began to imitate dry land swimming, while rolling around in a very unstable state of mind.
“I just finished the college entrance examination!!”
Song Shu was originally a poor student. Because of the requirement of excellent academic performance, he had to study hard for three years.
He studies hard under the lamp, but he is worth hundreds of billions and is very rich.
With a net worth of hundreds of billions, he is very rich, so why does he still study hard under the lamp?
555 Youyou floats around: [At least ask me about the mission of this world. ]
Song Shushun climbed up the pole, and a furry head popped out from under the quilt. His soft and obedient black hair formed an M shape, just revealing the small red dot above his left eye.
His skin is fair, and looks even more translucent under the warm light.
"What is it?"
[This world is full of arrogance and lust. There is only one main storyline, but there are two main quests. The first is the quest for arrogance - make arrogance cry bitterly for you, and die for you.]
[The second one is the lustful task: Your character is a dark, sewer-like straight man. On the surface, you are gentle, but secretly you are equally jealous of every handsome guy in the world. You are so jealous that you go to the live broadcast room of the male anchor who is close to you every day to insult him.
[Also, the lust value needs to reach 100%. ]
[Both tasks must be completed to clear the world. 】
“…”
Song Shu: "Buy one get one free, right?"
[The first task should be easy for you, but the second task may require you to sacrifice a little bit of your appearance. ]
"Me?" Song Shu pointed at himself. "Appearance?"
"Private Marseille, there is no such thing in the private residence of Vadasi."
The college entrance examination ended in the hottest summer, but Song Shu was still wearing shorts and a long-sleeved sweatshirt.
Because this body has a weak constitution and is very afraid of cold.
Although Song Shu was very rich and had hundreds of billions of assets at a young age, he was neglected by his father and mother when he was a child. Even if the nanny was very dedicated, accidents would still happen.
When Song Shu was two years old, she kicked off her blanket in the middle of the night and caught a cold. It was her first time taking care of a child, and Song Shu herself was still shielding her pain sense, not realizing how fragile a baby's body was. So the next day, she had a high fever of 39° and became seriously ill.
From then on, Song Shu seemed to have been infected with some virus debuff, falling ill from time to time. He fell ill so frequently that even his parents, who had never cared about him, rushed back to see him.
After that, I went to several hospitals, big and small, but my body inevitably became ill and I was cold and afraid of the chills.
Song Shu didn't care much about this. What he cared about was that because he had been sick so many times, his height had shrunk by 5 centimeters.
:)
5cm!!!
This made the already poor family even worse off.
He is only 1.78 meters tall. Normally, when people ask him about his height, he would pretend to be 1.80 meters tall. Now he is only 1.73 meters tall. He really can't have the nerve to say that he is 1.80 meters tall.
Song Shu had been in a bad mood with 555 for several days because of this. He finally calmed down after 555 promised to give him a pill of height-increasing candy produced by the system mall.
Song Shu pulled his legs into the quilt, and soon his body followed suit, forming another waste absolute domain. "That's it for today. I can't complete the mission, so let's adjourn."
555 fake smile: [Hehe. ]
I wonder how many days you can still hang out.
…
Song Shu watched anime all day. The moment the bedroom became quiet, he curled up in the quilt to look at the night view outside the window.
The location and floor where he was located were the best in the city. As long as he stood in front of the window and raised his eyes slightly, he could take in the entire city.
It is 11pm now. The bedroom is dim, just the right light for sleeping.
Song Shu hugged his legs, feeling that there should be someone standing at the door, looking at him coldly, warning him that it was time to go to bed.
When I looked over, there was no one at the door.
Song Shu pursed her lips and said, "555, it turns out that having money doesn't mean you can be happy."
Now that he is very rich, even if he reverses his day and night, stays up late to eat midnight snacks, secretly eats takeout, secretly drinks ice water, and has a stomachache in the middle of the night, the only person who comes to him is his family doctor.
555 puts on sunglasses: [I am worth hundreds of billions, but I don’t care about money. ]
Song Shu sighed: "It really is just money."
A billionaire, but not happy.jpg
[If you feel lonely, find a few more people to play games and watch anime with you, or find someone to cosplay your brother and eat some meal replacements. ]
"……?"
Although he really missed his brother, why did it sound so strange to hear these words coming from 555?
555 quickly laughed it off.
Song Shu himself might not know how much tolerance he has for people who have the identity of his brother. He also doesn't know what influence Song Yinxing and Song Chen have had on him.
Since it's not clear, just let it go. 555 felt that if it was made clear, Song Shu would be furious.
Song Shu watched the anime for a while and felt bored again, so he simply opened Taobao and placed an order for the peripherals he liked.
Because I was so rich, I bought units starting from double digits. I bought more and put them around. Anyway, I bought a room to store the millet.
Then he opened the game again, spent 25 648 on each game, and drew cards until his hands were tired.
After doing all this, Song Shu's eyes sparkled and he picked up the big squirrel and rubbed it hard.
“It’s nice to have money.”
…
The next day, Song Shu received a call from his high school class teacher, who said that the class monitor was organizing a graduation dinner in the evening, and that neither Fetion nor Penguin could contact Song Shu, so he called to ask if Song Shu wanted to attend.
The head teacher's voice sounded old and nostalgic: "We were classmates for three years in high school. Maybe after this gathering, we won't know when we will meet again... The teacher will go there, and I hope Song Shu can come too."
When it comes to high school life, the first face that comes to Song Shu's mind is that bastard Lin Mo.
Bah, bah, bah, bah, don’t think about this face after graduation!!
Song Shu shook his head to get rid of that face, hesitantly: "But teacher, less than a week after the college entrance examination, we have already had dinner together three times."
Do these young masters and young ladies love to have dinner together so much?
"Besides, you said the same thing last time."
head teacher:"………"
It was these little bastards who insisted that Song Shu go, saying that the party would not be perfect if Song Shu didn't go.
The head teacher could hardly hold back his smile. This might be the biggest career crisis he had encountered in his ten years of teaching.
"Go ahead, classmate Song Shu, good things come in threes."
Hearing the euphemism and helplessness in the teacher's words, Song Shu had no choice but to agree.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Shu took a car to the agreed restaurant. The waiter led him in, and the first thing he saw was Lin Mo sitting in the crowd.
Under the lights of the restaurant, Lin Mo was wearing casual clothes, sitting among the crowd yet standing apart from them, with a stern profile. No matter how good-looking he was, he couldn't resist the arrogance emanating from him.
555 suddenly spoke: [By the way, there is actually another difficulty in this mission, which is that you must find out who Pride is. ]
After 555 finished speaking, he felt that it didn't seem difficult, because Song Shu's skills seemed to be indiscriminate group damage.
Before he could glare at Lin Mo, Song Shu was hugged by his deskmate and taken to the truth or dare game table nearby.
My deskmate has a cute baby face and delicate and beautiful looks. Her favorite thing to do is to hang on Song Shu and act coquettishly.
Song Shu felt uncomfortable at first, but later became numb to it. It was mostly because his deskmate was just being affectionate and there was no other meaning behind it.
The moment Song Shu sat down, everyone at the table exchanged glances, and then looked at the boy next to Song Shu, "Wow, you're clinging to Song Shu again, that's a foul."
"Why are you here so late? We have been waiting for you for a long time. You should drink three cups of Coke as a punishment for being late!"
Someone else smiled and said, "Please let me cling to you once in a while. For three years in high school, you occupied my desk mate's position so tightly that I never even hugged Song Shu."
"Have your own fun, don't joke with me."
Song Shu was helpless. He pushed away his deskmate's hand, but the hand came back after a while.
His deskmate whispered in his ear, "Song Shu, my hands are weak, let me lean on them."
Her breath was burning, and her lips were barely touching his earlobe. Song Shu pushed his deskmate's face away without changing his expression. "Then put your hand on me, and don't get so close to me."
My deskmate curled his lips and glanced in another direction, "Lin Mo is looking at you, I can still help you block it here, please don't chase me away."
When Lin Mo was mentioned, Song Shu finally looked away from the Coke in his hand. He pressed the Coke against his deskmate's cheek and pushed him away. He stretched his long legs and leaned slightly on the sofa. He glanced at Lin Mo who was playing cards and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you talking about? He didn't look at me."
Lin Mo is a hypocrite. With so many people around, he would never do something as cheap as peeking.
If you want to watch it, you should probably watch it openly.
But Song Shu didn’t want to think about it, what is the difference between looking openly and peeking?
Isn't it both seeing? As long as he is in the field of vision, there is probably no difference between the two methods.
The Coke was against his cheek, the cool touch hitting the warmth, the action was a little ambiguous, but his desk mate knew that Song Shu was just too lazy to find a place to put the Coke, and didn't want to touch his lips when she tilted her head, so she simply put the Coke against his cheek, there was no other meaning.
Clearly, but also can not restrain the fantasy.
Song Shu's posture was not completely relaxed, and there was still a little unnatural tension. He leaned back on the sofa and looked at Lin Mo in a nonchalant manner, exuding a strong sense of scumbag Su, as if he would smile and raise a glass to greet you in the next second.
The classmate curled his fingers and tried to move closer to Song Shu, but Song Shu pushed him away again, "The game is about to start, don't you want to play a few rounds?"
Song Shu knew that his deskmate liked this kind of gossip-related game the most.
The desk mate was originally very unhappy about being pushed away by Song Shu, but after Song Shu said this, he smiled sweetly again, with shallow dimples on his cheeks, and there were still water stains from Song Shu's Coke can.
"Shall we join together?"
Song Shu originally thought that what he did just now was just a normal action, but he felt something was wrong because his deskmate didn't wipe the water stains off his cheeks. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to his deskmate, who took it and shook his hand, "Let's join together, okay?"
Song Shu didn't like this kind of game, but after thinking about it, he had no reason to ask. Besides, if he didn't agree, the person on the other side would keep staring at him until the end of time.
Forget it, I’m here anyway.
It’s okay to have some fun.
He nodded: "Well, let's play."
…
From the moment his deskmate asked Song Shu to play games with him, this small corner became quiet for a moment.
In fact, after Song Shu sat down, their communication became much more restrained, with more exchanges of glances and occasional whispers, while at the same time, they pricked up their ears to listen to the conversation between Song Shu and his deskmate.
Song Shu didn't have much time to socialize, so it was extremely rare for him to see him during the holidays. Besides, they had already graduated from high school, so this might be the last time they saw Song Shu.
Therefore, when Song Shu agreed to participate in the truth or dare game, the atmosphere became heated up within a few seconds. People from the tables next to him also looked over, their eyes were all on Song Shu.
The host began to announce the rules, which were basically that everyone stretched out their hands and took turns saying something they had done. Those who had not done it had to press a finger, and whoever finished pressing five fingers first would have to accept the punishment of Truth or Dare.
The rules are simple and it’s quick to play.
But most of these young masters and young ladies still had some baggage, and what they said was very elegant and solemn, and some of them even talked about the awards they had won.
After saying that, he was like a peacock spreading its tail, secretly looking at someone who was distractedly drinking Coke.
The first two rounds of the game were fine, as there were some people with poor academic performance to cushion them, so Song Shu wasn't the first one. But things got a little out of control later on.
There was only one finger left, and a boy with burgundy hair blinked at him, "Song Shu, I had a fight with my dad."
Song Shu had no choice but to put his hands away, "I lost."
The atmosphere among the crowd seemed to be pushed to the top.
Song Shu took a sip of Coke, thinking that they probably wouldn't be able to ask anything, and said casually, "I choose the truth."
My deskmate seemed a little surprised, "You don't even have someone you like, how strange."
In these three rounds of the game, the people at the table tentatively said: "I fell in love early", "I have someone I like", "I have slept with someone else", etc., and Song Shu pressed his finger for each of them.
Song Shu was not quite sure. Since he agreed to join the game, he had become the protagonist of the game. What the rest of the people had to do was probably to get the information they wanted from the protagonist.
His deskmate couldn't help laughing. Perhaps Song Shu was the most honest person at the gaming table.
So defenseless and so cute.
The boy with wine-red hair was the one who asked the question. He propped up his chin, and the light suppressed the sharpness of his phoenix eyes: "Song Shu, do you like men?"
The question, which sounded almost like a confession, was asked in a low voice, but it attracted the attention of people at several tables nearby.
There was even a slight commotion at the table where Lin Mo was sitting.
Song Shu wanted to answer, but he felt like he was being watched. This creepy feeling was probably comparable to the eerie conversation he had with Shen Yu in the last few minutes of his last world.
With some psychological trauma, Song Shu drank a sip of Coke unnaturally, his body stiff.
But he still had to refuse. He paused, trying to make his expression look less ruthless, then shook his head: "Sorry, I don't like it."
…
After the party, a hot post on the anonymous forum APP was always on the homepage.
Post: I’m crying, why doesn’t he like boys?
0L: Woohoo, I can go up and down, and I can also dress up as a woman for love, squirrel, look at me QAQ
Some people who didn’t know the situation asked what was going on, and some people gathered together to offer comfort, but most people did not question who the “he” in the title was.
Ever since Song Shu entered high school, more and more people have been paying attention to him, and many of them have feelings for him.
Because of Song Shu, this day high school almost became a boarding school.
——"If he stays in school to rest, I can meet him in the evening. That would be great, right?"
Like a premeditated calculation, the idea spread like a flu. However, the idea that all the rich and powerful young masters and young ladies agreed with was destroyed by Song Shu's answer: "Well, if I live in a boarding school, I may have to transfer to another school."
"Ah? You ask why?"
"It's my personal reason. I don't really like boarding life."
Song Shu looked a little distressed, and murmured: "But transferring schools is also very troublesome. I have to find a good school."
…
So the boarding system was cancelled again, and Song Shu did not transfer to another school.
The school’s anonymous forum APP was also developed and launched at that time. No one knew who the APP developer was, and no one could find the developer.
The forum is highly anonymous and private, and the developers have also formulated detailed posting rules. The APP has spread among the student community like a virus.
Anyone who registers and logs in will receive a warm reminder that this forum is only for communication and learning.
There are many posts about Song Shu in the forum. Over time, "he" has become a nickname for Song Shu.
Some people are worried whether Song Shu will also use the forum, but after many tests, Song Shu probably does not use it.
The reason for not using it seems to be very simple. Because I don't care, I don't care about how they are, and I don't care what the forum is.
Although they treated them as friends, they all knew that Song Shu didn't care about them.
There are many reasons for not caring, such as dislike, hate, unfamiliarity, and unfamiliarity. But for Song Shu, there is only one reason left, and that is indifference.
For the past three years, Song Shu has been out of tune with them. Even though he is right next to them, people always have the illusion that they can't catch him, as if there is an unbridgeable distance between them.
Song Shu is like an indifferent bystander, which makes people hate him.
————
Before going to bed, Song Shu was still struggling about what to do during the two-month summer vacation.
555 directly decided for him: [Start the task tomorrow. ]
[Don’t think I didn’t see you secretly watching the virtual anchor’s live broadcast last night!!]
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