Pride & Lust (5)
Song Shu didn't really care what others thought of him, but when he finished his task and logged off, he suddenly received a private message from the backend.
It was sent to him by that very gentle cooking anchor.
Chocolate Cookies: [Hello, I thought about it for a long time before deciding to send you this message. I recently made some cookies and said in the live broadcast room that I would give them to fans. I have always wanted to mention this to you, but I couldn't find a chance. After thinking it over again and again, I decided to send you a private message.
If you need cookies, please PM me ^-^ Thank you. ]
Looking at the screen full of "you", Song Shu almost knelt down in complete guilt.
Let him think about what he just cursed?
=I have to rub the edges when cooking, can't I live without this ugly face?
= I am only fit to cook in this life
“…”
He is simply not a human being.
Song Shu fell back on the bed, and with tears in her eyes, she maintained her character and replied: [You are so ugly, your cooking can’t be delicious. Get lost, who wants to eat disgusting food? ]
It showed that input was in progress, then it was cancelled, and finally, after three or four minutes, there was no movement.
Song Shu turned over with a feeling of relief.
I still feel a little guilty. I'll give this anchor more money tomorrow. Swearing is really a technical job. He really doesn't want to see the Frog Platform page again.
After exiting the software, Song Shu rolled up the quilt and went to sleep.
…
Tonight, [Xigua] also sent today’s results in the group.
[Xigua]: Brothers, the industry is in a recession. Today, there is only 1k5
[Xigua]: Oh, it feels like it's getting harder and harder to do. I might go out and find a job next year, so that I can barely afford to buy a house.
There was still a lot of flattery below, including comments like “awesome” and “666”, but one particularly abrupt statement also came out.
=I want to ask Watermelon Giant whether he has ever encountered the rich guy who was swearing at others while sending money recently?
=I heard that he gave out nearly 100,000 in the past two days
There were a bunch of question marks immediately following, including: Duo Shao? ? You mean Duo Shao? ?
The man explained:
=I don't know the specific situation. I just read the melons on Weibo. So I came to ask [Xigua] Boss.
Most of the people in this group are newcomers or old people who have not made any progress. [Xigua] is indeed the most qualified person to speak in the group.
The group members were discussing the matter enthusiastically, and [Xigua], who saw the news, immediately jumped out to expose the fake news.
[Xigua]: How is that possible? Do trolls also give money? Don't be ridiculous, this is absolutely a rumor, I and the people around me have never encountered this.
[Watermelon]: There’s no need to say what level I am. I haven’t encountered it, so how could anyone else have encountered it?
[Xigua] said these words with contempt, and the person who started to expose the news in the group did not dare to speak, and swallowed back the sentence "I heard that rich brother specifically targets handsome people."
[Xigua] is not handsome, and this statement would probably make the person angry. The person scratched his head and simply laughed it off. However, [Xigua] was still pointing fingers in the group, pretending to be humble, but actually bragging about his own achievements.
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After playing slack before and working on tasks for the past few days, the time is approaching for the announcement of the college entrance examination results.
Weibo hot searches are all preheating, releasing the timetable for the results of each province. The results are released at different times in each province, and for such important events, Song Shu's city A is usually far ahead.
The day before the results were released, the class group was lively again, and Song Shu was forced to hold his mobile phone because his deskmate was next to him.
In the coffee shop filled with the aroma of coffee, Song Shu wore a mask and looked listless: "I have a cold recently, don't get too close to me."
Song Shu's health was really bad. He would get sick at the slightest change in the temperature. It wasn't that he didn't keep warm, it was that his body couldn't stand the cold. He was also a person who liked to kick off the quilt, so it was normal for him to catch a cold.
The classmate should not sit opposite Song Shu, but sit on the same side with Song Shu.
He stuck to Song Shu and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'll be infected by you."
Song Shu glanced at him and said in a muffled voice: "What are you talking about? It's so uncomfortable to be sick."
When the waiter brought the coffee, the tablemate pushed Song Shu's cup over to him and continued to cling to her like a spoiled child, saying, "I don't mind. It's so nice to be sick with you."
Song Shu pushed his head away from his collarbone and said, "Stop being so funny." Then he took off his mask and sipped his coffee. "What do you want from me?"
Whenever Song Shu was sick, his lips would be particularly red, but his face would be particularly pale. Once, Song Shu had a fever in winter, and he slept on the table in such a thick down jacket, and the heating was still on in the classroom. When he woke up, he saw that Song Shu's eyebrows were full of water, and his eyes were wet as if he was about to cry.
The first thought that popped up at that time was that Song Shu must have a fever, but the next thought was not to call a teacher or take Song Shu to the hospital.
He thought Song Shu looked good like this, wet and in such a bad state. He wanted to take Song Shu back and hide her, so that she would always stay like this.
But a high fever can be fatal if it doesn’t go away, so my deskmate finally called the teacher.
Song Shu was not very sensitive to changes in his body. Whether he was sick or injured, Song Shu rarely noticed it himself. Most of the time, others would stare at him for a long time before reluctantly saying to him, "Classmate, you seem to be sick."
This mentality is dangerous, distorted, and superficial. Song Shu is beautiful when she is sick, and she also feels pain when she is sick. This special kind of pain is the only chance for them to see Song Shu in pain.
However, Song Shu seemed to be accustomed to such pain from illness, and he didn't care at all. It had to be the bystanders who felt sorry for him and reminded him of the pain.
There are many photos on the forum of Song Shu seeing a doctor in the school clinic when he was sick. He was receiving intravenous drips, resting, or seeing a doctor. The photos also show the time of the consultation and the cause of the illness.
But after the second half of Song Shu's second year in high school, it was said that someone raised the issue with Song Shu's family, and a special family doctor took Song Shu home for medical treatment, and no more photos were produced.
The deskmate wanted to push further, but Song Shu pushed his shoulder and looked at him: "If you don't say anything, I'll leave."
The classmate grabbed Song Shu's hand and complained, "Don't! Aren't the results due tomorrow? I'm just too nervous and want to talk to you."
Song Shu was always like this. Maybe he didn't mean anything by what he said, and his expression was normal, without any pressure. But his expression was so cold and indifferent that it always made people feel like he was holding the rope that led them. If they didn't answer, Song Shu would drop the rope and leave.
With this expectation, most people would smile at Song Shu in a flattering way and then give their answers obediently.
The classmate held Song Shu's hand, and leaned his cheek against Song Shu's shoulder, sighing: "I don't know whether to study abroad or stay in China." He opened his moist cat eyes and asked for help: "Song Shu, do you have any ideas?"
Song Shu didn't have any idea. His family had arranged everything for him, and 555 had also estimated his scores. He should be able to get into that school.
But he couldn't say all this, otherwise if Lin Mo found out, he would be afraid of becoming his mortal enemy for another four years.
Song Shu shook his head and said sincerely: "Just follow your heart."
Such suggestions are like no suggestions at all. Song Shu usually doesn't give advice to others about their lives easily. Once he does, it means that he needs to be responsible for the other person's decision, which is a burden for Song Shu.
His deskmate looked at him dimly, his tone a little aggrieved: "What about you? Didn't you say you weren't going abroad? Why did I hear someone say you were going abroad a few days ago?"
Song Shu: “…”
He probably knew who this other person was. Lin Mo was such an eyesore and a nuisance.
Seeing that his deskmate's face was about to come closer, Song Shu pushed his shoulder again and said, "Uh, my thoughts are more changeable?"
In any case, Lin Mo must not be allowed to know his wish.
"So what do you think now?"
The deskmate didn't really want to ask for a result, but Lin Mo said that in the forum that day, and some people who disliked him accused him of spreading false information and wanting to go to the same school as Song Shu and monopolize Song Shu.
"Exclusive".
They spoke words that only appear in dreams so easily, hiding the venom of jealousy, which was ridiculous and pathetic.
He didn't explain anything afterwards. The group had no evidence and didn't dare to ask Song Shu for confirmation. No, maybe it would be useless to ask because Song Shu would ignore them.
Lin Mo's words were also simply to disgust him. No matter whether Song Shu's words were true or false, as long as they came from Song Shu's mouth, they could successfully disgust him.
The classmate looked at Song Shu again, "Do you still want to go abroad?"
Song Shu's coffee was almost gone. He shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. I'll tell you when the results come out tomorrow."
The deskmate's eyes darkened, and when Song Shu looked over, a smile appeared on his lips again: "Okay, let's not talk about this topic."
"Is there any place you want to go? Can we go out together?"
Song Shu didn't have anywhere he wanted to go, but was finally dragged to the amusement park by his desk mate, where he had a great time.
Because he was not feeling well, his deskmates chose games that were not so irritating to the stomach, such as bumper cars and Ferris wheels.
Song Shu hadn't been to the amusement park for a long time, and his desk mate was a very qualified and caring playmate, so he had a lot of fun.
When it was about to end and they were about to part, his deskmate put his arm around his shoulders and took a photo together under the Ferris wheel.
They are about the same height, and his deskmate put his arm around him, almost face to face, holding the Polaroid camera in the sun and winking at him.
"Song Shu, look at the camera."
Song Shu still had the Coke straw in her mouth, pursed her lips, smiled and made a "yeah" gesture.
…
After finishing the class and returning home, Song Shu received a message from his deskmate: [Check out my Moments, remember to like my post]
Song Shu clicked on Fetion and the first message he saw was from his deskmate’s circle of friends.
Classmate: Guess whether we rode the Ferris wheel. [Picture]
The accompanying picture is a photo of Song Shu and his deskmate. The photo is very cute. Song Shu is holding a straw, staring at the camera and making a "V" sign, while his deskmate is holding his shoulders, with his face slightly closer but not completely close to Song Shu's cheek, and also making a "V" sign and winking.
Song Shu clicked "like", then his phone froze and another like with a black avatar popped up.
It was the annoying Lin Mo again. Song Shu pouted and left the circle of friends.
…
After my deskmate posted on WeChat Moments, many people came to ask about it secretly and some left messages under the WeChat Moments.
=Wow, the results will be out tomorrow, you guys are still so cool
=Song Shu, if you are kidnapped, just blink
=As expected, you and Song Shu have had such a good relationship for three years.
=I think he did, so did Song Shu go abroad?
There were many flattering comments like this, and most of them wanted to get news about Song Shu from him.
My deskmate replied without any emotion: I am not a messenger, if you want to know, go ask me.
After replying, the depression he had been feeling for the past few days finally dissipated a little. However, his mood did not last long, as another notification popped up in his Moments.
Lin Mo: No.
My deskmate’s finger bones were pale and he clenched his phone tightly.
Indeed, he didn't sit down. Because there were too many people, Song Shu was not feeling well at the time and was not fit to wait in line for another half an hour.
Song Shu doesn't like Lin Mo, and he doesn't like her either.
The classmate switched the dialog box and sent a message to Lin Mo.
[You know it well. But we also took a lot of photos and videos, do you want to see them?]
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At around eleven o'clock the next day, Song Shu was woken up by 555.
【Hurry up and check your results. 】
Song Shu went to bed very late last night and was in no mood at all. He covered his ears and muttered, "I've estimated the scores, so there's no need to look at them again. I believe in you, 555."
【………】
If you're lazy, just say so.
555 can't force a lazy person. If Song Shu doesn't check, it really can't do anything to him. But this is not an important matter. Considering that Song Shu racked his brains to curse while doing the task last night, it thinks it's okay to let Song Shu sleep a little longer.
This also means that Song Shu may be the calmest person when checking his high score, except for the group of people who went abroad.
It was already 2pm when Song Shu woke up. His head was still half asleep. He picked up his phone and was startled by the message from 99+. As if he had expected him to wake up at this time, Lin Mo sent a message five minutes before he woke up: [725]
Song Shu: “…”
After reading one message, Song Shu suddenly lost interest in other people's messages.
He wasn't very angry, nor was he in a bad mood, he just wanted to give Lin Mo the finger in front of him.
This annoying guy!! What is he showing off??
Song Shu quit WeChat in a bad mood. It was past the peak time for checking scores, so neither SMS nor official website were crowded.
Song Shu chose to check via SMS. He was a little nervous when editing the college entrance examination admission ticket number. "555, how about I go wash my face and brush my teeth first, and then check it?"
After all, this was one of the few major events in his life, as he had studied hard for three years.
[Why don't you take a bath and burn incense? You've slept till now, why are you still worrying about those trivial things? ]
"Master, you are right."
Song Shu quickly edited the text message, and his fingers shook uncontrollably when he sent it.
The query method said that it would take 1-2 minutes to reply, but Song Shu felt that the other party sent the results within ten seconds.
[Admission ticket xxxx, candidate Song Shu, your score...]
Song Shu's heart was beating so fast that he didn't dare to look at the individual subjects, so he simply covered the upper half of the screen and looked at the total score below: 675.
!!!
Song Shu felt a ridiculous sense of joy at having reached shore. He rolled around crazily while hugging his pillow. "Hehehe, 555!! 675 points!!"
When he studied fine arts, he only scored over 500.
He put his hands on his hips: "I have a talent for learning."
With this result, he can be in the top 2! ! The dormitory building donation was indeed a good idea. Two more schools will be selected to donate dormitory buildings at the beginning of the school year.
555 was also infected, and the green data looked somewhat prosperous: [Calm down, calm down, this is expected. ]
When the college entrance examination was over, it scanned Song Shu's paper and conservatively estimated his score to be around 665.
Song Shu was a little excited. Although he knew that his parents would not care about his affairs, he still sent the report card to them and also sent a copy to his grandparents.
After finishing, Song Shu felt that Lin Mo's black avatar was much more pleasing to the eye. He poked into Lin Mo's chat box and sent a message with a rather flattering tone: [Awesome, awesome, worthy of being our university bully]
So please hurry up and leave the country. The country cannot accommodate a big Buddha like you. Don’t let me see you again. Thank you.
Then came the message from my deskmate two hours ago.
Deskmate: [I got almost full marks in math! I got 661, how much did you get, Song Shu?]
Song Shu replied: [675]
Classmate: [Have you thought about your aspirations?]
In the class group, everyone was discussing their grades, possible schools and majors in a sanctimonious manner, and some people even tagged Song Shu. In fact, all of this was a trap set to entrap Song Shu. How credible were the grades and majors they discussed? I'm afraid only the students themselves could know.
But Song Shu didn't read group messages and rarely showed up in the class group. Even if someone tagged him, he wouldn't click in, so how could he know what the group was talking about, let alone fall into a trap.
Many people in the group sent him private messages, wanting him to talk to Song Shu, or at least let Song Shu take a look at the group messages. His deskmate sneered, not planning on doing so.
He was about to reply "impossible" when a message popped up.
=Wow, thank you, Song Shu replied in the group.
A familiar feeling of humiliation came over me, and my deskmate's phone fell onto the sofa because he couldn't hold it tightly.
He didn't tell Song Shu, but Song Shu replied in the group.
My deskmate bit his lip, picked up his phone and opened the group chat.
Song Shu replied with a message that tagged him: [No going abroad. The volunteer system will be open tomorrow. I hope everyone can get into the university of their choice.]
It was a very official and distant reply, but the comments below were quite lively.
His grip on the phone loosened.
It wasn't a very painful emotion, just a little out of control, like the panic of losing Song Shu. But the premise of losing is that you need to have had it before, he also knew that Song Shu was never a person who could be controlled, and never belonged to others.
It was obvious that they just went out to play together yesterday.
His chest was heaving and his emotions were a bit messy. His deskmate held his forehead with his hands and vented almost all of his bad emotions onto his phone.
The pitch-black fuselage fell to the ground in pieces. He lay on his back, gasping for breath, with an expressionless face.
Song Shu is really... too much.
…
At night, Song Shu received a reply from his parents - the balance was 6.75 million yuan. His grandparents also bought him a few houses and gave him some high-end jewelry.
Although it was a celebration for him, Song Shu didn't feel that happy.
He has been receiving such feedback since he was a child, and these people would only send him some perfunctory statements that seemed to show concern when he was sick.
555 patiently advised: [You can eat meal replacements. ]
Song Shu was essentially an ordinary person who wanted emotional feedback. Even if he was a otaku before his death, he was a otaku with Song Yinxing by his side. If Song Shu continued to stay like this, he might have psychological problems.
Song Shu was depressed for a while, then got up and said in a low voice: "I'd better do the task. There's so much money, and I don't know how to spend it."
Or you could just spend money to acquire the Frog platform.
555: […]
555 decided to secretly find someone who looked like Song Chen for Song Shu. It didn't matter if they didn't look alike, as long as they had similar personalities.
As usual, when I opened the Frog platform, a recommended activity popped up on the screen: [Esports zone anchors on the same stage 1v1, who do you support the most? ! ]
When he was still alive, he was at least half an e-sports fan, Song Shu poked in.
The page was fancy, and the recommendation on the homepage was a host named [Xigua]. Further down, Song Shu saw a familiar figure.
It turned out to be his mission target [The Other Shore].
This activity has clear divisions. The first is the platform recommendation area; the second is the money ability area, where you can get in by spending money; the third is the random refresh area, which gives each anchor equal exposure. The last area is the pk area, where each anchor randomly refreshes his opponent for 1v1 pk. An anchor who loses ten games cumulatively will be eliminated directly.
Song Shu clicked into the live broadcast room of [Bi'an] and saw clearly that the number of people online in [Bi'an]'s live broadcast room was 100. With few viewers, it could only appear in the third zone and had little exposure.
Song Shu thought of the private message [Bi'an] sent him last time, saying that he was in urgent need of money because his mother was sick.
The first prize for this event seems to be 500,000 yuan, which is also the most generous among all the activities on the Frog platform.
Song Shu has been cursing people these days, and he managed to get himself to number one on the list, appearing in the [Bi'an] live broadcast room with obvious golden special effects.
[Bi'an] was stunned for a moment before saying, "Welcome, boss Xiaohao."
The barrage of comments, which was originally stagnant, suddenly increased in volume.
=? ? ? Is he the legendary Dous boss?
= I have been squatting for so long, finally I can squat
=Boss, look at this anchor. He is also poor. No, he is also handsome.
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