"My patience is running out." Si Que yawned, "You'd better find some interesting questions."
He tapped the table with his fingers: "Okay, it's my turn - if you are really taken away by the organizer, in order to avoid becoming the executioner's knife, will you choose to commit suicide?"
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Su Mingan held the porcelain cup, not knowing whether Si Que spoke casually or had planned it in advance. This tea party in the dream was under the gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers and the organizers.
“…”
The wisteria flowers are fragrant.
"...No." Su Mingan replied.
He didn't know if Si Que had the ability to detect lies, but in fact, he hoped that Si Que had the ability to detect lies. Because he himself was not sure about his own thoughts, he seemed to be able to die, but it didn't seem good either.
But Si Que said nothing.
Next, the questions and answers between them gradually became more in-depth.
"——You were the one who directed me to possess Su Liujin." Su Mingan asked.
"yes."
…
"——Do you think your origins are stronger than you?" Si Que asked.
"yes."
…
"--The reason why Hui Bai cannot be written into the story is because he once did something that disobeyed the World Tree, and the World Tree doesn't like him?" Su Mingan asked.
"yes."
…
"——Do you like chocolate latte?" Si Que asked.
"no."
…
"——Pudding has never lied to me." Su Mingan asked.
"yes."
…
"——Do you think Boss Rabbit looks cute now?" Si Que asked.
"……no."
…
"——Am I on the right track to win the Disciple Game and write the most perfect story?"
Si Que lowered his eyes and thought for a moment about Su Mingan's question, as if this question was controversial.
"...I don't know." After a moment, Si Que gave the first answer he didn't know the answer to.
…
"--Compared to Noel and Lu Shu, your friendship with Yueyue is deeper?" Si Que asked.
Su Mingan had noticed from the beginning that Si Que had gradually started to ask some inexplicable questions, and the questions were not very important. Could this mean that... the questions Su Mingan had just asked were not very important either?
After holding it in for a long time, Su Mingan managed to say, "I don't know."
How can such things be compared? People's hearts are not measured by a scale.
Si Que looked at him mysteriously for a while, said "oh", and opened the book on his lap with one hand.
He seemed to be getting bored.
Looking at Si Que's bored look, Su Mingan gradually began to understand why Si Que didn't just tell him the clues and insisted on playing such a turtle soup game. It might be because... Si Que thought it was fun.
Just fun.
Si Que is so casual, maybe just to collect inspiration, maybe just to experience life. As long as Si Que has a flash of inspiration in his mind during the game, it is enough for Si Que. For that short flash of inspiration... he can be crazy enough to do anything and say anything.
In a sense, Si Que might be even more terrifying than Xiao Ying.
Xiao Ying does extreme sports, jumps from heights, and shoots himself to experience death, but Si Que doesn’t even need to focus on death—he focuses on anything interesting. An artist’s inspiration is priceless, so what does a single death mean?
He took all the joys and pains he experienced as inspiration.
Even if he experienced the pain of having his heart pierced, the only thought that flashed through his mind was “I should remember this pain so that I can use it to describe the death of a character more realistically.” Even if he felt deep love, his first reaction was “I can write it into the story.” He analyzed the logic of this feeling extremely rationally and broke it down into usable words, rather than feeling the emotion of being loved.
But on the surface, he is calmer and more rational than most people. "Madness" is only reflected in his internal behavioral logic, his most fundamental thinking mode, and his inner driving force.
Su Mingan recalled the scene where Si Que held his head and laughed... Perhaps, when Si Que really turned into a yandere and showed his madness without any scruples, that was when he was completely broken.
"I'm a little sleepy. You can ask two more questions, one is interesting and the other is boring." Si Que held up his chin and said, "Ask the interesting one first. If it's not interesting enough, then our tea party will end here."
Su Mingan thought for a moment.
...What kind of questions can make Si Que find it interesting?
After Su Mingan considered it, he said:
"——You really like the sight of yourself being eaten?"
Everyone knows the answer to this kind of question - who would like to be eaten? Unless Si Que is really an M.
But Si Que narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"yes."
His answer made Su Mingan suspect that he had heard it wrong.
...No, you really are...
Su Mingan felt his scalp tingling just by recalling the scene of sharing the food. Si Que actually liked it... Could it be that he had some strange mental illness?
"——You admire Su Liujin more than you admire me." Si Que said.
Su Mingan replied: "No."
Now he only knew that Su Liujin was a Turritopsis immortalus, and he really had no way to appreciate her.
……alright.
This is the last question.
Su Mingan did not ask very nitpicking questions, after all, he and Si Que were on the same side. Whether to give information or not, the initiative was entirely in Si Que's hands. Su Mingan did not need to scheme to get information out of Si Que, as long as Si Que had a good impression of him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
