Shi Che said coldly: "You are boring."
Bu Tiange said: "A boring person will find everyone boring."
System: "Master, we asked you to help the target person walk the right path. What are you doing?"
Bu Tiange pointed at himself and said, "If I were Shi Che, no matter how much apology and compensation were given, I would never forgive those who hurt me.
"Instead of wasting time trying to make amends with him, I'd rather suppress him completely so that he won't even dare to think of revenge against me.
"only……"
System default.
After a while, it asked hesitantly: "What are you worried about?"
"Shi Che called these people here at this time. Could it be that he realized what I was going to do to him?"
Bu Tiange pondered, "It seems the plot is developing differently from the script again. I have to have some fun with him."
Home.
When she returned home, she was greeted by the usual dead silence.
The original person had never seen his father since he was a child, and his mother had always worked hard to support the family expenses.
So even though she was young, she had already gotten used to living alone.
She is so eager to get attention and will not allow anyone to steal her limelight. This may be related to her childhood experience of lack of love.
Bu Tiange thought that this was a good thing, as she was not very good at dealing with sudden family affection.
In the post-interstellar era, kinship ties have weakened, and many people have never seen their parents since they were born.
Blood is thicker than water, and she has never experienced this feeling before.
Bu Tiange walked into his room and locked the door.
The room was small, decorated in black and white. The dark red curtains were drawn day and night, letting in dim light that filtered through, casting a bloody hue across the floor.
This is no longer just depressing; it's no exaggeration to say it's terrifying.
Why bother? It's just a trivial matter, but she acts like she is the most miserable person in the world.
Bu Tiange narrowed his eyes and turned on the desk lamp.
She sat down at the desk, took out the exercise book from her bag and opened it.
A note fell out from between the pages.
Bu Tiange picked up the note. On it was scribbled an address and the words "7 o'clock tonight", with no other information.
The address pointed to a vacant lot in the old town, which didn't sound like a good place.
In the original body's memory, Shi Che has been slow-tempered since childhood, docile and even a little weak.
If the person who wrote this note was Shi Che, what would he do?
Bu Tiange folded the note, stood up and went to the entrance to change his shoes.
The system hesitated for a long time and did not speak.
Given its host's temper, it really can't be persuaded.
Bu Tiange opened the kitchen sliding door, pulled out a fruit knife from the knife rack, wiped it with a tissue, and hid it in a black sheath.
After preparing everything, she sent a text message to her original body's mother, saying that she was going to tutor a classmate, and quietly left the house.
Old town.
The huge open space was filled with bricks and rubble. A foxtail grass poked its head out from between the bricks, swaying in the evening breeze.
The half-demolished old house stood upright in the ruins, with the word "injustice" spray-painted all over the walls.
Bu Tiange walked through the ruins, taking one step deep and one step shallow, until he reached the old house.
She touched the rough cement wall and said, "You picked a good place."
A figure appeared on the second-floor balcony, and looked her up and down with a condescending look behind the glasses.
"How dare you come here," he said.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Bu Tiange raised his head and asked loudly, "Do you want to come down or should I go up?"
The boy glanced at her, jumped down from the balcony, and stood steadily in front of her.
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