Teacher Wen has fans, right? Can I pursue him?
Zhou Yitang was so disappointed: "Why did you choose B?!"
Cheng Sizhou said with unwavering determination, "Why not choose B? He said he has to pay a visit to a very important minister tomorrow, but he's been practicing martial arts too late to prepare the visiting card. So I'll do it for him."
"Since he was going to pay a visit to such an important minister, why didn't he take some time to write a visiting card? It wouldn't hurt to practice less martial arts."
"He's only seventeen or eighteen, about the same age as you. You were so engrossed in playing games, and he was also so engrossed in martial arts training that he had no concept of time. This is very consistent with the behavior characteristics of your age group."
"..." Well, it came back to him. Zhou Yitang regretted it a lot. Some things should not be played to a cow.
In the spirit of a good contract, she carefully taught Cheng Sizhou the correct way to play the love game. She took advantage of his unpreparedness and poked at the screen with lightning speed and chose C.
"Hello……!"
The lights went out and the picture instantly went dark.
Under the cover of darkness, the little prince let down his guard and defenses, snuggled up to his guardian and sat down, resting his chin on his knees.
"I've lost my status as a prince, so you won't listen to me anymore?" His complaints concealed attachment, even a hint of indescribable forbearance and restraint. "After the assassination, I really wanted you to leave. The burden of restoring the country is too heavy and fraught with danger. There's no need to burden anyone else..."
Zhou Yitang poked Cheng Sizhou with his eyes: "You didn't choose to leave him last time, did you?"
Cheng Sizhou looked innocent: "How could I have known that a little brat would be so hypocritical?"
After knowing that the key word of the little prince is "duplicity", Cheng Sizhou is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, pushing the plot forward rapidly. The heart mark turns from gray to tender pink, just like a ripe peach.
"After you finish your own work, remember to help me with my daily routine," Zhou Yitang said rather reluctantly, "I have a damn mock exam the day after tomorrow, I'm going to go practice some questions."
"Go ahead." Cheng Sizhou waved his hand. He was so excited at the moment that he had forgotten the other person's "favor" of guidance.
I have to say that today's mobile games are quite good, with remarkable graphics, music, and dubbing.
As a macho man, he still has some self-control, but it is too easy for star-chasing girls like Zhou Yitang to fall in love with him.
The game planners have captured the players' psychology extremely accurately and built in a physical strength system. The little prince has limited physical strength every day, and once it is used up, he can't move forward.
"Forget it, let's help him restore his country quickly so he doesn't have to worry about it while at work." Cheng Sizhou spent 68 yuan on the program. "Just think of it as supporting the creator. It's so unethical to eat for free."
With the help of his wealth, his relationship with the little prince became closer and closer. The little prince worked hard to restore his country, and he also couldn't sleep or eat for the little prince.
Let me be honest, who hasn't had a pet back then? Even raising a digital pet takes a lot of thought, let alone a flesh-and-blood, living little prince? They shared a common destiny for a month, so much so that even when they closed their eyes in sleep, the prince's whispers echoed in their ears.
The feeling of being overwhelmed is like being sick. The illness comes like a mountain falling and goes away like a thread being pulled.
After spending money on one deal after another, one Sunday night, Cheng Sizhou finally! Completed the game!
But he was not happy at all.
The little prince's plan to restore the country failed. Although everyone knows that the probability of his success is very low, when you see the young prince desperately trying to fulfill his vow, you will still be deeply moved by him.
What Cheng Sizhou didn't expect was that the person who leaked the plan was actually the little prince's father who was under house arrest.
On a stormy night, father and son met for the last time. The old king urged his son to surrender, promising his people a peaceful life. But he also felt sorry for his son, and after revealing the truth, he leaped from the city wall. The young prince, overcome with grief, slashed his sword and committed suicide. Lying facedown in a pool of blood, he slowly extracted the fragments of his dragon spirit from his soul and returned them to his guardian.
"Damn! What a lousy ending! I'm sending knives to the screenwriter!"
He finally understood why people increasingly disliked tragic endings. He'd spent so much time and money on the game, exhausted himself to see the little prince's carotid artery rupture and bleed profusely as he bid him farewell, hadn't he?!
At this time, two options popped up on the screen:
A. Take away the dragon soul fragment and complete the mission;
B. Activate the healing power of the Dragon Soul Fragment and save him.
There is also a line of small text below: This choice affects the final ending of the story and cannot be changed after selection. Please choose carefully.
Of course I save him. Do I even need to choose?!
Because of his choice, the script turned on the Easter egg mode. The little prince was rescued, and from then on he no longer cared about worldly affairs, living in seclusion with the guardian who had lost the dragon soul fragment.
"Didn't you say you wanted to be my follower? I agree, so you'll always follow me, okay?"
"Also, when you used the Dragon Soul Fragment to save me, I already guessed it..."
"Hey! Even if I guessed wrong, could you please not expose me?"
The fierce little prince suddenly became gentle and soft, like a cat. He carefully put away his claws and fangs and presented his soft belly in front of him. At the end of every sentence, he expressed his love and admiration in a subtle way.
Who can bear this?!
Cheng Sizhou felt regretful and thought to himself, I really want to accompany you, but unfortunately we are not in the same dimension.
The final scene freezes in the valley where they lived in seclusion. It was March, the height of spring, with lush grass, chirping birds, and peach blossoms in full bloom. The little prince, smiling brighter than the blossoms, raised his arms high and ran towards him.
——The end of the play.
Cheng Sizhou put down his phone and breathed a long sigh of relief. He had been so anxious to complete the game before it was even finished, but now that he had, he felt a sense of loss.
Recalling this special gaming experience, he felt a surge of emotion. Although the young prince was arrogant and awkward, he was burdened with the vengeance of his country and his family, and the mission of restoring his nation. Growing up amidst intrigue and fighting, he had never received much love to begin with. How could he be expected to openly love others?
So the little prince has done a good job. Seventeen or eighteen years old is a carefree age. He hopes that he will not cling to the past, but live well in the sunshine.
Before he could calm down, another system prompt popped up on the screen. The little prince winked at him while holding a wooden sign: Share the finale on social platforms to unlock special benefits.
This is the usual practice of the operators, giving players some rewards and asking them to help promote them.
To be fair, although he had the idea of sending knives to the screenwriter, the overall production level of the game is still pretty good, and sharing it can also increase the creator's KPI.
"Okay, if you say forward, I'll forward it."
Anyway, he uses □□ for work contacts, and besides his parents, there are only a dozen or so classmates and friends on WeChat who he has never spoken to in eight hundred years.
"I only forwarded one picture, which makes it seem like my account has been hacked..." He paused at the forwarding page, thought for half a second, and then added impulsively, "Finally got this guy! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Don’t show it to anyone, block it, family, confirm, send it, perfect.
Cheng Sizhou finished it in one go, put down his phone, and rubbed his sore neck.
Familiar music sounded, and he glanced down at the screen. It turned out that the "special benefits" were a behind-the-scenes footage.
The behind-the-scenes footage is not necessary for him, as long as the little prince is cute enough. After getting used to seeing the paper man, knowing how he was created might ruin his beautiful imagination.
He was bored and wrote the word "shit" in the air with his neck. As he got older, his cervical spine became more and more fragile.
"Hello, Guardian. I'm the voice actor Wen Zichuan. In 'Restoration of the Nation,' I voice the young prince Ning Lie."
There was a crisp "click" sound, and a scream like ghosts and wolves howling suddenly exploded, echoing in the living room.
Zhou Yitang poked his head out of the bedroom, a pen in his mouth. "What's going on?"
Cheng Sizhou's neck was nearly twisted to 90 degrees. He tried to twist it back, but the pain was so intense that he couldn't muster any strength. "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! Help me... break my neck!"
Zhou Yitang thought to herself, this isn't her specialty.
Never mind, she decided to give it a try. She jumped up and used the Thunderbolt Invincible Shocking Palm, almost taking away the remaining half of his life.
"Can you do it?!" After struggling for a few times, half of Cheng Sizhou's body was numb.
"If I can do it, can I do the 'Three-year High School Entrance Examination and Five-year Simulation' here?" Zhou Yitang said confidently.
"Forget it, you are still far away from being a complete human being." Cheng Sizhou wanted to cry but had no tears.
"I'll call 120 for you." Zhou Yitang shrugged.
Cheng Sizhou raised his hand tremblingly: "Don't forget, don't go to the hospital unless necessary."
Zhou Yitang gave him a helpless high five: "Got it. Don't call the police unless necessary."
Cheng Sizhou covered his neck and walked out the door in a strange posture: "There's a Chinese massage parlor behind the community. I'll go and give you a massage. You stay home and do your homework. Don't run around."
In view of the accident and the fact that Shen Huifang was not available, Cheng Sizhou had no choice but to buy two buckets of instant noodles from the supermarket at lunchtime.
The two of them were watching over a pot of bubbling hot water, lamenting how cruel fate was.
"The little prince is so adorable, how could he be the right match? Look at him, he's even more cruel and ruthless than fate." Cheng Sizhou thought of Wen Zichuan's coldness and aloofness, which did not fit in with the image of the little prince at all. At most, the voice sounded a bit similar.
"Teacher Wen is quite gentle, but he's not very famous," Zhou Yitang said, holding his chin, and selling like a pro. "You can go to his fan chat room. Everyone who has met him says he's very gentle."
Cheng Sizhou is different from Zhou Yitang. He has never been a fan of celebrities.
Ever since he knew Teacher Wen's name last time, he went online to search for his works and listen to them. As for Weibo super topics, audio platforms, etc., he couldn't find the way at all.
"He's gentle?" Cheng Sizhou recalled that night when Wen Zichuan looked at him with eyes that were like a giant ice sculpture from Northeast China. "Tell me, does Teacher Wen really hate me?"
"No way." Zhou Yitang's voice was obscured by the rising mist, "You're not even his fan. Apart from that time, you have no connection at all."
You have no intersection at all.
That’s right, the number of times they have talked can be counted on two hands, even less than the taxi driver who sent him home that day and wished him a happy life.
Cheng Sizhou fell silent, his neck tilted upwards, his gaze wandering: "Chasing stars... isn't it particularly interesting?"
"Of course!"
"Teacher Wen has fans, right? Can I... chase him?"
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