Death from which there is no escape (VIII) Sleep. …
This attacker was lazy and had a loose mouth, so I used a little trickery to get a lot of information out of her.
Therefore, the world was forced to restart.
In the subsequent reincarnations, I began to pay special attention to Lu Renjia.
I stayed with him when he was sixteen, watching him walk towards death again and again with cold eyes.
He was also rescued by someone, and then became his enemy.
I saved him, and I killed him.
I am his benefactor and also his enemy.
He is the subject of my experiment.
He is a chess piece in my hand.
We are comrades caught up in reincarnation and fate, but he remembers nothing.
Every rebirth is a new beginning and encounter, so all the love, hatred, and grudges in previous reincarnations are wiped out in time.
I am the only one who still retains the memory.
In one life, the attacker wanted to act out a campus play, so I skipped a grade and became his deskmate.
This is the first time I go to school like a normal student.
On the day I transferred to his class, as I expected, he became the class monitor and the first student to help me get familiar with the class.
He is reliable, studious, gentle and polite.
When facing me, he was just like all teachers and parents expected, a perfect "good student" template.
He is always like this.
It is like this in every life.
Even when he was hostile to me, he always looked calm and composed, which made people wonder if the Creator had cut corners on a "passerby" like him, and only gave him a good-looking appearance, but just randomly filled in some templates inside, and then hurriedly let him perform on the stage.
But I know that’s not the case.
It’s not that he doesn’t have emotional fluctuations or preferences, but whenever he meets me, the “protagonist”, he hides all his emotions and plays the role of a qualified passerby.
Sometimes, this feeling can be unpleasant.
Obviously, I am the one who knows him best.
I clearly know his experiences in every life.
Why are you so estranged from me?
That doesn't make sense.
So in my spare time, I started to "harass" him.
I enjoy seeing his expressions other than smiling, whether it be helplessness, joy, or anger.
His emotions were as vivid in front of me as they were with his friends and family.
He is a very interesting person.
He is funny, and it is fun to tease him.
I never get tired of it.
Over time, he finally revealed his true self to me, like a clam opening its shell.
Only after he completely accepted me did I finally "become" an ordinary student.
It turns out that it feels so good to secretly take a sip of the Coke that a friend "smuggled" into the classroom after running the morning exercises.
It turns out that you can have so much fun playing on the basketball court that you snatched at the cost of skipping dinner.
It turns out that the snacks you can eat at the school gate by pretending to be a day student and leaving school during dinner time can be so delicious.
In the setting sun, he smiled radiantly, jumped high, and made a beautiful hollow basket.
The students watching cheered, with male and female voices mixed together, like a hymn to his beautiful goal.
He should have been so happy.
——If he was not the “passerby A” in the script.
He is Lu Renjia, he is just an ordinary person.
He was an ordinary person destined by fate to die at the age of sixteen.
After his death, my path to becoming king will be paved with his red blood.
Who wants him to pave the way?
I looked at my palms.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on my hands, and the lines on my palms seemed to be glowing.
Even if I don't want his life, I will still be the king of this world, and I can still do everything I want.
Why must his death be the witness of my future?
Since I am the center of this world, why should the world control my destiny?
He died again and again, just like I was forced to die in order to welcome the world's restart again and again.
He and I are both trapped in fate.
In the past, I wanted to protect my world, fight back against those higher worlds, and expand my business territory to other galaxies.
Now I have to add one more thing: in the final chapter of the story, when the world restarts for the last time, I want him to be alive.
Witness my glory with your own eyes.
"Xuanyuan!"
He ran towards me from the basketball court with the sun at his back, so his hair was shaded with a layer of warm orange, making him look sunny and gentle.
"Why didn't you call me when you came?"
"It's fun to watch you play basketball sometimes."
I handed him the water.
I seldom play basketball with them. It’s not because my basketball skills are bad, but because I skipped a grade and am much shorter than the boys in my class. I don’t like the feeling of looking up at people.
He walked side by side with me on the way back to the classroom, his shadow completely covering me.
I turned my head to look at him. He unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back and took a big gulp of water, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
After I became an adult, there was almost no difference in height between him and me. But now, due to the hormones of puberty, I am almost a head shorter than him.
Tsk.
Grow taller quickly.
I'm really tired of looking up at people.
Perhaps my gaze was too intense. After he finished drinking the water, he lowered his head and looked at me. I don’t know what he was thinking about, but he was so bold as to touch my head.
I looked at him in disbelief.
I am the Mary Sue president, a top male protagonist with a height of over 1.8 meters, and someone actually touched my hair?
Before I could come to my senses, he ran away laughing.
Okay, I will remember you, the first man who dares to touch my head.
Perhaps as I get younger, my mind also gets younger.
Just like before, I never thought that I would do such a childish revenge.
The next day, I borrowed two spare rubber bands from the girl sitting at the table in front of me.
During breaks, the classroom is filled with students who are trying to take advantage of the time to sleep. If the math classes are held consecutively, the number of students sleeping will double.
As it happened, today was the math class, and all the students in the class were lying on the desks in unison.
So does Lu Renjia.
It was late spring and it was still a little chilly in the morning.
Lu Renjia took off his winter coat and covered himself with it like a small blanket.
His back undulated under his school uniform like a long mountain range.
I tiptoed towards him, grabbed a handful of his hair, and quickly tied it into a small bun.
Do the same with the hair on the other side.
His hair was not very long, and the two little braids stuck up stubbornly on both sides.
I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction, but as I looked at it, I began to feel uncomfortable again.
He lay with his head sideways, so naturally his pair of braids couldn't be tied symmetrically.
I squinted my eyes for a while, then quietly reached out to grab the little bun that I had tied crookedly.
Just when I was about to succeed, he opened his eyes.
He pulled my school uniform jacket, and the jacket swallowed me in one gulp like the mouth of a giant beast.
I struggled and roared in a breathless voice, "What?!"
He rested his head on his right arm, and with his left hand he put me in the same position as him, and then patted me.
"sleep."
The morning sunlight also became softer through the blue and white school uniform jacket.
His breathing was long and slow, and it seemed to have a special hypnotic effect.
Even though I wasn't sleepy, I couldn't help but yawn.
Okay, go to sleep.
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