Ning Yu was stunned and looked thoughtful.

Shen Yiyue nodded immediately, and then began to imitate Ning Yu:

"Ahem. I advise you, in a world like this, put away your extra kindness. This will be good for both of us."

With a pouty mouth, he imitated Ning Yu's lines in a weird voice with a disdainful expression.

Great, you are always the one who bullies me, today it is finally my turn to take revenge! Ning Yu did not appreciate Shen Yiyue's poor imitation, but seriously reflected on it.

Was it really a fair deal for me to give Bai Xuan this job? Was I sympathizing with her? Why? When did I become weak?

Was it because of that stubborn look? She remembered Bai Xuan's look of wanting to find a way to help Teacher Zhang share the difficulties.

It reminded her of herself in her past life.

In her previous life, Ning Yu depended on her grandmother since childhood, and her parents died early.

Grandma has no job and has been relying on picking up garbage to support Ning Yu.

Ning Yu has been very sensible since she was young. She would pick up trash with her grandmother after school every day, and she didn’t care even if her classmates laughed at her.

But grandma felt sorry for Ning Yu being looked down upon at school, so she never let Ning Yu follow her to pick up trash.

Ning Yu never listened. He was a stubborn little boy and would follow his grandmother to help no matter what she said.

He knew that his grandmother was seriously ill and had no money for treatment. She was like a dying candle in the wind, so he wanted to help her share some of the burden.

He hated himself for being useless.

Come to think of it, the look in my eyes at that time might have been the same as Bai Xuan's today.

At that time and moment, it was just like this moment.

Later, grandma died and there was not even money for a funeral. Ning Yu was very sad, but she didn't cry.

Grandma once said: "Ayu, live well and don't cry. If you cry, it will make me sad."

Ning Yu, who had no relatives, later entered an orphanage, was selected by an organization, and received training to become a killer.

But later on, he had turned into a cold killing machine and rarely recalled this memory.

It's a really cliché plot and a cliché fate.

Cheesy yet true.

Thinking about it again today, she is no longer the little girl she was in her previous life.

Years of experience as a killer have made her realize that emotions can only affect the speed at which you draw your sword.

Ning Yu suddenly felt an inexplicable anger.

Angry at my own weakness, angry at myself for becoming weak, becoming able to empathize.

She hated herself like this.

Ning Yu finally came back to her senses and looked up at Shen Yiyue, the culprit, with cold eyes.

She raised her snow-white little hand, and a scarlet Tang sword suddenly appeared in her hand and was placed on Shen Yiyue's neck!

"You think I'm a good person? Believe it or not, I will kill you right now with a knife!"

There was murderous intent in the eyes of the silver-haired little Lolita, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Shen Yiyue met her gaze without any fear.

Because she clearly felt that although Ning Yu looked murderous, he actually had no intention of hurting her at all.

Shen Yiyue knew very well: she was anxious.

So he smiled and said:

"If it's a light rain, then it's ok."

???

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Ning Yu questioned angrily.

"I said, if Xiaoyu wants to kill me, she can do so at any time."

"My life was originally given by Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu can take it back at any time."

Shen Yiyue didn't care about the knife on her neck at all. Instead, she looked at the little silver-haired Loli seriously and even moved closer.

Ning Yu was so close that he could even smell her faint body fragrance.

"I just think Xiaoyu doesn't need to suppress herself. Just do whatever you want."

Moving closer, Shen Yiyue simply hugged Ning Yu.

This hug made Ning Yu a little dazed. He even forgot to put away his knife. He just felt the softness and warmth of the jade in his arms.

"Whether it's the cold-blooded Xiaoyu, the smart and cunning Xiaoyu, or the gentle and kind Xiaoyu."

"I think it's all good, as long as Xiaoyu is still Xiaoyu."

"But the knife just now was not on my neck, Xiaoyu, you actually put it on your own neck, and that's what scared me."

The knife was clearly placed on Shen Yiyue's neck just now, Ning Yu was sure of that.

"You want to kill your own weakness, but that is also a part of Xiaoyu. I think it is an important part of why Xiaoyu is Xiaoyu."

"I like such real Xiaoyu, I hope you are real."

Ning Yu, who was hugged tightly, was a little dazed.

Shen Yiyue's words caught her off guard.

She had never discussed such issues with anyone, nor had she ever had the opportunity.

What does the real self look like?

She had no answer either.

The scene suddenly became quiet. Ning Yu raised the hand that was holding the knife, feeling a little at a loss.

The knife has been taken back.

Shen Yiyue, who was holding Ning Yu, suddenly cheered: "Great! As long as I can hold Xiaoyu, it will be a success!"

"Today's Xiaoyu energy has been replenished! Great victory!"

Ning Yu, who was still in a daze, was suddenly called back to reality by Shen Yiyue's voice.

Looking at this guy who suddenly became energetic, she was a little speechless. She said angrily:

"I'm telling you, I'm angry."

“You’re out of potato chips.”

Shen Yiyue, who was still cheering, suddenly froze and forced a smile: "Xiaoyu, you can't be like this."

The silver-haired little loli pushed her away with a look of disgust.

"Even if the king of heaven comes today, you won't have anything to eat."

The night gradually deepened.

Because the entire city had lost power, the entire stadium fell into endless darkness and silence.

Ning Yu lit a candle in the room, which she brought from the supermarket.

He took out the familiar book "The Outsider" from his bag and started reading it.

Now Shen Yiyue had no magazines to read, so she could only read them with Ning Yu out of boredom.

After just a few glances, the sentence above made her feel sleepy: "These four shots are like me knocking four times hurriedly on the door of suffering."

What on earth is this book about?

She just felt very sleepy and fell asleep soon.

Ning Yu felt a weight on her shoulder and saw Shen Yiyue leaning on it.

Her long, smooth hair touched her face, feeling a little itchy.

Her beautiful eyes were closed, but from the side one could see her beautiful eyelashes trembling slightly as she slept.

Her thin pink lips were gently closed, her nose was breathing evenly, and she was sleeping soundly.

Ning Yu could even feel the sweet breath she exhaled blowing on the book.

The plot of the book seemed to have entered a crucial scene. Ning Yu gently folded a corner to mark it and prepared to continue reading next time.

She took the bag carefully, afraid of waking up the sleeping Shen Yiyue, so she put the book back into the bag.

I closed my eyes and began to meditate.

In the quiet night, Ning Yu did not fall asleep and no one knew what she was thinking about.

But not long after, she heard some subtle noises outside.

It's just that I can't hear clearly through the door.

She couldn't help but complain: Why is it that every time I meditate, there is some noise that wakes me up?

Shen Yiyue next to him had already started dreaming, and he could hear her calling his name from time to time.

It must be another sweet dream.

Ning Yu took action, quietly replacing her shoulder with her schoolbag so that Shen Yiyue could continue to lean on her.

He walked to the door quietly.