Forces of Temptation

Xie Xiangyu's reaction was even faster than Nanzhou.

He immediately let go of Jiang Fang's arm, strode towards the balcony, smashed the glass, and jumped straight from the seventh floor!

It turned out that his prediction of the crisis was completely correct.

Nan Zhou had caught up with him in an instant, the dagger swung silently and sharply, but the sharp blade only had time to stain with a sliver of blood.

When only three or four meters away from the ground, Xie Xiangyu flipped his palm, and a slender black umbrella was opened out of thin air in his hands, the tip of the umbrella was facing the ground, releasing high-frequency sound waves.

Silent sound waves hit the ground briefly and violently, offsetting most of the impact.

His body was pushed up half a meter by the sound wave.

With this consumption, the only remaining use of this item is gone.

At the moment when Xie Xiangyu landed, the black umbrella turned into a streamer and disappeared without a trace.

His figure rolled over with the momentum of his whereabouts, completely disappearing into the night.

Nan Zhou used the tip of a dagger to prop up the gap between the tiles on the windowsill, and stared at the empty night below for a long time.

They were not wrong, he thought.

Now Xie Xiangyu can also hide his figure like Sun Guojing who heard the sound of "shasha" six times.

But probably because he has only heard it six times, his existence will not be completely forgotten and erased.

This further verifies that their calculations are correct.

—That power really determines the order of death according to the order in which the characters they play enter Class 403.

Therefore, the solution that Qi Tianyun proposed yesterday, re-entering 403 within a certain period of time, and re-disrupting the ordering rules of that power, should have been effective.

…why not?

What went wrong?

After successfully leaving their sight, Xie Xiangyu did not leave immediately.

He squatted on one knee in the darkness, looking up at Nanzhou.

From the gaze that Nanzhou lost the specific object and wandered back and forth, he judged that he was safe.

Xie Xiangyu was about to get up when he let out a low hiss.

He reached out and touched his popliteal fossa.

A warm hand.

The blade could sever his tendon by a mere millisecond.

He sat back and said to himself, "My dear, this is too cruel."

…I just killed you once.

Why bother?

Before, he thought that it would be bad if Nan Zhou recognized him.

So he hides from Nanzhou everywhere, and wants to get rid of him, so as to reduce his worries for the final victory of his game.

But now he wants to change his mind.

If Nan Zhou can become his teammate, it is really, really, the best thing.

Xie Xiangyu feels that she is not whimsical.

My strengths are too prominent.

Because he is the only one who knows the secret of Nanzhou.

Does Jiang Fang know what Nanzhou is?

Will the girl with him know?

He must be lonely, no one, no one who understands him, no one who appreciates his talent.

Ordinary people like Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang will only inhibit his ability and let him clumsily and lamely carry out boring role-playing and family games.

Why are you forcing yourself to be an ordinary person?

You shouldn't be an ordinary person.

The excitement made Xie Xiangyu feel hot all over, and she couldn't control the curvature of the corners of her mouth.

He looked at Nan Zhou deeply, and stared at Nan Zhou for a long time until Nan Zhou returned to the dormitory.

He was reluctant to look away, like a dragon looking at the treasure he accidentally got.

…

When Nan Zhou turned back to the dormitory, Jiang Fang's upper body was still leaning on the table, and his shoulders were gently moving.

This posture makes his waistline look extra clear and flexible.

Nan Zhou got closer, with a light expression on his face: "Did he hurt you?"

"Hmm."

Jiang Fang shook his head and noticed the residual blood on the tip of the dagger in Nan Zhou's hand: "...The dagger is quite fast."

Nan Zhou turned the blade upside down and pointed it at the side of his wrist, away from Jiang Fang.

He put his other hand around Jiang Fang's waist, half hugged him and helped him sit down.

Jiang Fang put one arm around Nan Zhou's neck naturally: "Thank you."

Soon, the teacher from the management office received a complaint from the next bedroom and came up to check the situation.

Jiang Fang said that he bought a new baseball and wanted to go out with his Chinese friends to play some baseballs tomorrow.

Because my friends had never been in contact with baseball, they wanted to practice a little in the dormitory first, but they accidentally smashed the glass.

Good reason.

Jinjing's management of international students has always been lenient, and Jiang Fang has a good attitude of admitting his mistakes and promised to pay for the repair of the glass.

After confirming that no one was injured, the dormitory teacher told Jiang Fang to pay attention to safety, then turned and left.

This deadly turmoil has subsided for the most part.

Jiang Fang had time to tell the two of them what happened just now.

Of course, he chose to skip the time when he had an absolute advantage.

Li Yinhang felt a cold sweat on his back.

She thought that in the PVE game mode, people's hearts would be at least a little simpler.

But she actually forgot that under the relationship of ranking competition, it is not surprising for anyone to do anything.

For the first time she began to rejoice that she was about to hear the sixth rustling.

At that time, his sense of existence will be weakened, and Xie Xiangyu may not notice himself.

Although being entangled by that power is equally headache and dangerous, it is even more unreasonable to be entangled by a lunatic.

Nanzhou doesn't care about Xie Xiangyu.

He said to Jiang Fang, "You look bad."

Li Yinhang took a look at Jiang Fang's face after hearing this.

…she didn't see anything.

Jiang Fang's skin is ivory white raised in the icy high latitudes, only one lip is full of blood.

Li Yinhang looked left and right, but he couldn't see where his face was bad.

Jiang Fang: "It's fine."

Nan Zhou: "Why don't you tell me your plan?"

Jiang Fang: "I'm afraid of being eavesdropped. At that time, Xie Xiangyu was probably by our side."

Nan Zhou: "You can write it in my hand secretly, or send me a text message."

Nan Zhou: "But you didn't do anything."

Jiang Fang was silent for a moment: "Are you angry?"

Nanzhou: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "When I concealed the sound of 'Shasha', I confessed my fault to you."

Nan Zhou: "I want an apology."

Jiang Fang retracted his left arm on the back of the chair, bent down slightly, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Nan Zhou pursed his lips.

Jiang Fang didn't wait for Nanzhou's response for a long time, and raised his head: "Is your attitude not sincere enough?"

Nan Zhou: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Li Yinhang: "..." Is the boss an X-ray machine?

Jiang Fang looked at the left arm he had just raised, and suddenly let out an "ah".

He smiled and asked, "Is it because I didn't move naturally when I took it back."

Nan Zhou did not speak to him again.

He grabbed Jiang Fang's hand and stroked the sleeves of his wide black sweater to the tip of his elbow.

The thick bandage wrapped around his forearm hidden in his sleeve, and a little bit of red on the surface of the bandage, made a pair of cold stars in Nan Zhou's eyes twinkle slightly.

Li Yinhang was surprised: "This is—"

The bandage is not too tight.

In addition to the violent movement just now, the bandage came loose a little.

From the gap, Nanzhou glimpsed part of the content inside.

That is half of the word "South".

The swiss army knife that Nanzhou gave him.

Not the degree of minor scarring.

It is the degree to which the flesh is deeply cut and penetrated into the texture.

Nan Zhou: "...you separated from me for this?"

Jiang Fang didn't care much, and nodded casually: "Well, part of the reason."

I don't know why, Nan Zhou felt that he was in a worse mood.

He said softly, "No need to engrave. Just write it."

Jiang Fang shrugged lightly: "How about writing it down? If that force is strong enough that I can't see the information I left behind about you, what should I do?"

"It's still good." He raised his left arm, "Even if you can't see it, it still hurts. If it hurts, just touch it and you'll know you're there."

Long silence.

Nan Zhou asked: "Why?"

Jiang Fang: "Huh?"

Nanzhou: “…”

Jiang Fang smiled.

He used his raised left hand to twist the scorpion braid on his shoulder: "You said, don't let me forget you. I promised, then this promise will be valid forever."

Nanzhou: “…”

Jiang Fang stared at his lightly wrinkled brows, and softened his relaxed tone: "This, do you need an apology too?"

Nan Zhou blinked and suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.

Like a knot.

He raised his hand and rubbed it, but could not untie it.

Kneading again, the knot was twisted stronger.

Nan Zhou did not speak, and pulled Jiang Fang's arm, looking at the blood-stained bandage.

Nan Zhou said: "You clearly know, I didn't want to ask this just now."

Jiang Fang was speechless.

…Nan Zhou is right.

What he wanted to ask was why he did this for him.

Jiang Fang wanted to tell his reasons.

But funny, he can't say it.

If someone who knew Jiang Fang in the past heard him say this, he would probably laugh out loud.

What kind of person is Jiang Fang?

He is good at using ambiguous, smooth and flattering words to please everyone and become the focus of the spotlight.

Everyone thinks that he is rambunctious, dashing, and walks in the flowery world.

Joker in the underground casino.

Montoloca's second team on the ice hockey arena.

Mr. Lodoca from The Truck Company.

Jiang Fang is accustomed to having a beautiful face and a lotus tongue.

He looks like everyone else.

He can say the sweetest thing anyone could want to hear.

But when he smiled and waved his hand, he left without any hesitation, and when the person who thought he was his "friend" began to calm down, he realized that he had never entered Jiang Fang's heart.

Jiang Fang like this has a serious psychological problem.

…Only those words that are straightforward and cut out of the heart, he cannot say.

He was always reluctant to hand over his sincere initiative to anyone.

Until…

After not obvious intense psychological struggle, Jiang Fang reluctantly gave an answer: "...because, I want to be your friend."

Nan Zhou: "Do you have many friends?"

Jiang Fang didn't know why Nanzhou asked that.

He replied, "Not too little. But I want you to... be the most special one."

For Jiang Fang, it was almost overdrafted effort to cross that mountain-sea-like psychological barrier.

As a result, Nan Zhou was silent.

He did not make any further comments on Jiang Fang's words, but just buried himself in sorting out the outer edge of Jiang Fang's arm gauze.

Although later, Jiang Fang repeatedly tried to talk to him, and analyzed Xie Xiangyu's strangeness with him, and analyzed why he didn't mix in with them. All were silent.

Li Yinhang was sitting on the side with the drowsy South Pole Star in his arms, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

But her surging emotions at the moment can only be described in two words.

…wow.