I Became a God in a Horror Game

"Mu Sicheng!" A loud and angry female voice woke up from his long-running memory, "Why did you steal something again!"

Seventeen-year-old Mu Sicheng lazily raised his head from the desk, his face was full of displeasure and provocation of being woken up from sleep: "Yuan Qingqing, what's your business if I steal something?"

"Aren't we acquainted?"

"What are you familiar with, I'm the squad leader!" Yuan Qingqing clapped the table angrily, "I told you to stop playing pranks, give me the stolen things, and I'll give them back!"

"I won't pay it back." Mu Sicheng stretched out with support on the table, "Who proved that I took it, can you show the evidence?"

"I see." Yuan Qingqing suddenly calmed down, "I saw you flipping through Ma Cailiang's schoolbag at noon, and I saw you take his dormitory key with my own eyes."

"I know you did this because you hated what Ma Cailiang did before, but you shouldn't punish him in this way."

"Stealing is wrong, Mu Sicheng."

"It's half past ten now, and the boys' dormitory will turn off in half an hour. Ma Cailiang has been making trouble in his dormitory for half an hour." Yuan Qingqing stretched out her hand in front of Mu Sicheng with a stern expression. Give me his key."

Mu Sicheng drooped his eyelids, he put his pockets in his pocket and raised his eyes to look at the squad leader.

He was transferred here two months ago. As for the reason for the transfer, it was naturally stealing things.

After being recorded a few times, he changed schools again. His parents have always been ashamed of his hobby. If something happened, they would transfer him to another school. The farther away from where they were, the better. Sicheng, is a commonplace thing.

As for stealing things... Mu Sicheng has this hobby, just like some children like to play pranks, he likes to steal things.

The more challenging things are, the more things that can make a person's complexion change after stealing, the more he likes to hide this thing. After appreciating the other party's expression, he slowly throws it out and sees the other party's aftermath. Crying while holding what he lost and found.

Mu Sicheng's parents couldn't stand his habit in the early days, they beat him many times, but they still couldn't change it. The parents who love to save face even took him to a mental hospital for a visit.

What did the psychiatrist say?

[…Because of the long-term neglect of the child by the parents, the child did not receive enough attention when he was growing up, and when he reached adolescence, it would form a kind of rebellion. Stealing things is actually just a way for this child to attract attention. You should Spend more time with him. 】

This doctor is actually quite right. In the early days, his parents worked hard outside and left him to his grandfather to take care of him. When these two people finished their hard work, it seemed that everyone around them started to fight for their children. The parents suddenly remembered that there is a son like him, so they took Mu Sicheng back and brought him with him.

Mu Sicheng doesn't hate this psychiatrist, and he has frankly chatted twice with the other party——[I just hate that these people don't cherish when they have them, and only know how to find them after they are thrown away, so I just want to play pranks on them. 】

【I understand. 】The psychiatrist was very friendly, 【Can you try to communicate with them in another way? ].

Mu Sicheng was originally going to listen to the psychiatrist and find someone to chat casually. It's not that he didn't know that he was abnormal, but his parents did not see results after a month of treatment, so they unilaterally The treatment process was called off.

His parents quarreled with the helpless doctor in the treatment room: "Did I spend so much money just to let him chat with you?"

"Can chat cure his bad habit of being a thief? Can chat make him control it?! Don't you have some mind-control drugs here, don't you have electrotherapy? It's not that we can't afford the money, you give it to him Get up!"

"Did you know that he stole things spread out, it will make us more embarrassed!"

Mu Sicheng was bored and waited outside the treatment room to play electric games, and looked down at his parents who were hysterically asking the doctor for a refund, and suddenly he didn't want to be treated.

It's good that he steals things to make these two feel so miserable.

Many people can't understand Mu Sicheng stealing things, because his family background is not bad, it can even be said that it is quite good, his parents have worked hard for so long, and there is nothing else, but the money is enough for him.

But the money is not given for nothing, and Mu Sicheng also needs to do a lot of things, such as getting good test scores, having special skills, going out with them, not losing face in front of those people, and having to be thousands of times better than those people's children times.

[Those people] is the one his parents have worked so hard to finally enter. They are people in the upper-class circle. These people are different from his parents of ordinary background. I feel that I can't compare in everything, but I really want to compare to this group of people.

"If you give me such a background..." This was what his father often said when he was drunk.

"If only I could have a family like that..." was what his mother used to say when she cried.

His parents didn't like his origins very much, and he was very much like his parents in that - he didn't like it either.

Mu Sicheng is the weapon of his parents, because he is very good, at least better than many children in this circle, which is enough to make his parents proud and praise him for his high spirits - Mu Sicheng is the only one they can compare to those in the circle. people stuff.

He has good grades, he can exercise, he is smart in everything he does, he has a face that is not bad, anyone can say he is handsome when he goes out, and he can play some extreme sports, which makes many children in that circle feel good about it. I admire him very much, think he is cool and handsome.

But this kind of admiration and praise only lasted until Mu Sicheng was discovered stealing for the first time, and then the whole school informed him.

After he went back that day, his parents were sitting in the living room as if the sky had fallen. His mother was crying so hard that her makeup was gone, and his father slapped him in the face, and they asked him viciously:

"Why do you do such a thing!"

"Do you know how much you have embarrassed me!"

They scolded him, taught him, transferred him to another school, and hoped that he would be enlightened and become the original [Mu Sicheng] who made their faces bright, instead of the now deplorable [Mu Sicheng] ].

But again and again, the parents finally gave up on him in disgust, and transferred him to Class 7 of a high school in an 18th-tier city—that is, the current high school.

"I will call you every month for living expenses." His father waved tiredly and boredly, "Don't come back."

After Mu Sicheng transferred to this school, he became a popular school official for a while, but his popularity meant that while some people liked him, there would also be people who spy on him, and the things surrounding him were soon discovered. Criticism has fallen into a trough again.

But he doesn't care much, Mu Sicheng is used to it, and if someone likes him, he will be more annoying.

It's not that he hasn't been liked by a group of people, and that's it, I don't know why these high school students are so chasing after some famous people, popular school grasses, etc.

——Mu Sicheng, a second-year high school student, thought so contemptuously.

Although everyone tacitly rejected him, Mu Sicheng looked a little bad at first sight. He was tall and athletic. No one dared to bully him. He just stayed away. Someone in the class lost something. When he was doing things, he would secretly glance at Mu Sicheng and forcefully say something in a low voice, not even daring to face him.

This may have something to do with what Mu Sicheng stole. He is not the kind of thief who wants to make money. On the contrary, he is a bit of a "phantom thief", or even a "royal thief".

——The class likes to lift girls’ skirts and boys’ pants, scold the wigs of teachers who can only go to the stage after poor students, and the dormitory keys of boys who bully their roommates.

The last one is Ma Cailiang.

Even if this group of people knew that Mu Sicheng stole it, after knowing his family background, they would not dare to do anything to him, dare not speak out, so there are still many people who like Mu Sicheng and feel that he has a unique personality. But this group of people didn't dare to make friends with Mu Sicheng, because Mu Sicheng was not easy to get along with.

In the entire class, the only one who dared to challenge Mu Sicheng was the monitor Yuan Qingqing.

Yuan Qingqing is the monitor of the seventh class, with a high ponytail, a round face and round eyes, so her head is a bit big and she looks very well-behaved, but she is actually a very serious and serious little girl, and she is also a very competitive person, no matter the class. Outside of school, she participated very actively in various competitions, large and small. She was also willing to participate in the elections of various classes and school committees. She was a student that teachers liked very much.

But the reputation among the students is a bit subtle - Yuan Qingqing has a nickname called "Little Official Fan".

Because she likes to be in charge very much.

For example, after she knew that Mu Sicheng stole something, she would keep staring at Mu Sicheng, and Mu Sicheng was annoyed. He had never met someone who was so patient with him.

His own biological parents were not so patient!

It's like it's eleven o'clock now, and he didn't come back to hide from Yuan Qingqing's dormitory - he knew that she had seen it when he took the key at noon today, and he knew that she would come to investigate, so he didn't go back specially, this person must be Will block him on his way back to the dormitory!

Mu Sicheng was going to wait in the classroom until the lights went out, and then go back to the boys' dormitory. What he thought at the time was that Yuan Qingqing, a well-behaved person, would definitely not be active after the lights were out.

But in order to find him, Yuan Qingqing didn't go to the girls' dormitory until the lights were turned off, and she just found him in the classroom.

Mu Sicheng was convinced. He put his hands together and pretended to surrender: "Squad leader, can I call you the squad leader, please let me go this time, I will definitely not do it next time."

"I don't know where I lost my key. You asked me to go back tonight to find it, and I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

Yuan Qingqing's eyes faltered and she began to hesitate.

Mu Sicheng clicked his tongue in his heart - he and Yuan Qingqing had crossed paths and gained experience.

This man eats soft and not hard.

In the end, Yuan Qingqing let go: "You return the key tomorrow."

"I'll pay it back!" Mu Sicheng pretended to answer, "Then can I go back to sleep now?"

Yuan Qingqing paused and moved away, her lips were tightly pressed, and she emphasized again: "I must pay it back!"

The next day, when Mu Sicheng walked through the classroom office with the buns he made from the cafeteria and wiped the bell for the morning reading, he glanced sideways and saw Yuan Qingqing, Ma Cailiang and Ma Cailiang's parents who were confronting each other in the office. and his head teacher.

The first thing that came out was Ma Cailiang's shrill voice-changing male duck voice: "Mu Sicheng must have stolen it! Besides him, who else is so dirty and loves to steal things!"

Ma Cailiang's parents echoed: "Why are there such students in the class?! They also steal things. Last night, our children were locked out of the door for more than half an hour because they didn't have the dormitory key!"

"It's okay to be locked up for more than half an hour, right?" Yuan Qingqing's strong voice came out, "Ma Cailiang locked his roommate out for one night before, which caused people to catch a cold, and now he is still in the hospital, this matter Isn't the nature of it more serious?"

"Student Ma Cailiang has already remembered this incident once. Please be careful when you speak. Don't slander your classmates at will. There is no evidence to prove that Mu Sicheng took your things!"

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows when he heard it outside the door, and then stopped, he was sure Yuan Qingqing saw him take the key.

Now this is... lying to defend him?

The arrogance of Ma Cailiang and his parents weakened in front of Yuan Qingqing.

The head teacher took the opportunity to smooth things out: "Student Ma, look for it yourself, it may not be taken by someone, if you forget it yourself, where did it fall?"

Ma Cailiang was not reconciled, but looked at Yuan Qingqing, who was looking at him with a stern face and raised eyebrows, and looked at him with a serious face on his hips.

——In addition to being the class leader, Yuan Qingqing is also the class representative of the class teacher, the vice president of the student union, and the discipline committee member of the class at the same time. It can be said that she is in charge of half of the seventh class, and offends Yuan Qingqing, such a rigid and managerial death. Brain, he can't get good fruit to eat.

Mu Sicheng hid aside and watched Ma Cailiang scolding him at his parents with interest, while irritating what to do if the key was missing.

The boys here are all double dormitories, and the keys are not assigned to outsiders. They can only be issued after the school assigns them. Ma Cailiang's key is missing. It may take half a month after the report to have a new key issued. Ma Cailiang can only rub the roommate's key. , but unfortunately, because of his previous behavior, the relationship between Ma Cailiang and his roommate was quite bad, and it would be strange if the other party could open the door for him.

Mu Sicheng threw the key in his hand, admiring Ma Cailiang's madness, he casually wrapped it in a bun bag and threw it into the trash can.

Meanwhile, in the teacher's office.

"Is Qingqing here to send this week's discipline inspection?" The head teacher's attitude towards Yuan Qingqing was very good. He stretched out his hand to take the discipline inspection book that Yuan Qingqing handed over with a loving smile, "How are our classmates doing this week? Woolen cloth?"

——Disciplinary verification is a very boring inspection activity in this school. It is linked to the student's Sutuo score. It is counted every Monday. If the student does not have any disciplinary violations this week, no points will be deducted. There are too many. It is counted as trifling in class, being late, or not turning in homework. Generally speaking, it is a very troublesome statistical work, which is done by the discipline committee of each class.

Generally speaking, the disciplinary committee members of other classes will be casual, and they will turn a blind eye if it is not too much. They will not deduct points, and give full marks to the whole class, because generally if there is no school leader to inspect the violation of discipline , will not care about this Sutuo book.

But if it is found, it will be a very troublesome thing, especially for the head teacher. If the student has violated discipline and is seen by the school leaders, and there is no corresponding deduction in the original book, the head teacher's end of the year will become a little dangerous. .

Therefore, the head teacher of each class will repeatedly emphasize that disciplinary inspection should be done seriously, but there are still very few disciplinary committee members who do this work seriously.

But Yuan Qingqing is the kind of disciplinary committee member who will do disciplinary inspections seriously, and because of this, the head teacher likes her very much.

"Let's take a look..." The head teacher took the rubbing book, put on reading glasses and glanced at it, "Ma Cailiang was outside the dormitory last Wednesday, deducting a small red flower for a week, there is no problem..."

Mu Sicheng was biting the bun outside the door, and rolled his eyes when he heard "Little Red Flower".

There is a particularly mentally handicapped thing in Su Tuoben, which is "Little Red Flower". The names of each classmate are arranged on the left side, next to the seven days of the week, horizontal and vertical, and the performance of each day is a small grid. When passing, it is necessary to use a small red flower seal to put a stamp on this small grid, which means that the student has passed the performance today.

Disciplinary committee members of other classes are blindly covering the whole book. After finishing the work, only Yuan Qingqing will record the performance of each student every day, and at the end of each week, they will cover each other seriously.

Mu Sicheng has been complaining secretly, thinking that the school who can come up with this thing has a brain, and also thinks that Yuan Qingqing, who is serious about implementing this thing, has a brain.

They are high school students, not a kindergarten class.

"...Hey, this, this... There's something wrong with Mu Sicheng's little red flower." The head teacher's puzzled voice came from inside, "Except yesterday, why are you covered?"

"He's been remembered as a big demerit, so he can't be a little red flower."

"But remembering major demerits was done by Mu Sicheng last month." Yuan Qingqing's voice was stubborn, "This month's Mu Sicheng has not been recorded. According to regulations, you can cover red flowers. teacher."

Mu Sicheng paused as he prepared to leave.

"...But the rules are the rules..." The head teacher was a little bald, and reluctantly tried to persuade Yuan Qingqing, "But he made such a big deal, and the school leaders will be held accountable when they see that he has been a little red flower."

"They feel that students who have major demerits, Sutuo is so high, and if they spread it out, the school has a bad reputation."

"You deleted it after you went back, Qingqing."

"But..." Yuan Qingqing retorted a little hastily, "Student Mu Sicheng hasn't done anything against discipline this month, why can't he cover the red flower?"

"Really didn't do it?" The head teacher, the old god, raised the teacup on the ground, turned the reading glasses to look at Yuan Qingqing, "Yesterday, the loss of the key of classmate Ma is related to him, right?"

Yuan Qingqing was quiet.

The head teacher took a sip of tea, and said very old-fashioned: "The teacher knows and understands what you have in mind, but Mu Sicheng is not a person who can deliver for life, Qingqing, do you understand what the teacher means? No It is necessary to cover him up for some careful thought, this kind of student and teacher have seen it before, and he will definitely continue to commit crimes in the future."

"...?" Yuan Qingqing asked in a bit of confusion, "What is careful thinking, and what is a lifetime commitment?"

Seeing that Yuan Qingqing didn't understand, the head teacher finally sighed helplessly: "Anyway, you deleted the little red flower of Mu classmate, you deleted it."

Mu Sicheng, who was listening outside the door, gradually became strange.

He has indeed been liked by many girls, and he has also received many confessions and love letters. He is still a little self-conscious about the fact that he is easily liked by girls without being narcissistic.

But he really never thought that Yuan Qingqing would like him.

This guy, Yuan Qingqing, is so strange, staring at him every day is like a policeman staring at the first suspect, and this woman stares at everyone in the class like this, it's really hard to be vigilant from this kind of vigilance. There was love in his serious eyes.

Compared with love, he can see killing intent better.

Did the slick old man say it casually...?

Mu Sicheng's movement of chewing the buns gradually slowed down, and he fell into contemplation - Could it be that my charm is really so great that people like Yuan Qingqing can't escape?

The head teacher saw that Yuan Qingqing had found out the school rules and responsibilities, and wanted to argue with him to prove that Mu Sicheng could be covered by Xiaohonghua, and Yuan Qingqing was interrupted by two big grounds: "That's it, Qingqing, There is one more problem for you to solve at the moment."

"After half term, aren't we going to change seats? We collected the opinions of our classmates and allocated seats according to their own wishes, but there is something more troublesome."

"Student Mu Sicheng had just been transferred, and he was sitting alone in the back, but as you know, that seat is temporary. When the school leaders saw him sitting alone, they said that the influence was not good, so let him be better. Sit back in the main unit, but when Mu Sicheng asked for a seat request, he handed in blank seats every day."

The head teacher also had a headache: "...and none of the other students in the class would like to sit with him."

"You think of a way to find a classmate to do work in the class, and find a tablemate for Mu Sicheng. Of course, if these students don't want to, you can make it clear to them. It's not a long-term sitting, that is, a period of time. , to rotate in the future, after all, everyone is unwilling, this can be regarded as a chore, I can only say try my best."

Mu Sicheng was silent for a while outside the door, and the next second he sneered, turned around and wanted to step in and said that I didn't need to be at the same table, and heard Yuan Qingqing's clear voice: "I can be with him for a long time. table."

"Ah?!" This time even the head teacher was a little surprised, "But in the seat offer you handed in, Qingqing, isn't he the same tablemate you wrote?!"

Mu Sicheng walked in for a while.

"I can just sit at the same table with him and stare at him." Yuan Qingqing insisted, "Teacher, if he doesn't make any mistakes next month, I will definitely cover him with a little red flower."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

head teacher:"……"

Why is this little girl still thinking about this!

When Yuan Qingqing really moved next to him, Mu Sicheng couldn't control his strange expression. On the one hand, he felt that Yuan Qingqing was at the same table as him just to monitor him, and on the other hand, there was a voice behind him. Weakly, I kept saying...

Staring at him to this point, isn't it really to get him? !

Aware that Mu Sicheng has been looking at herself, Yuan Qingqing turned her head suspiciously: "?"

"Three-eighth line." Mu Sicheng firmly piled the book between the two, blocking Yuan Qingqing's sight of him, "Don't come here, or I will be irritable."

Yuan Qingqing silently looked at the 38th line, which can be called the "38th Wall".

Mu Sicheng originally thought that Yuan Qingqing was sitting next to him, and she would be very restless in class and would be nagged all the time, but to his surprise, Yuan Qingqing was a very quiet girl. After class, she lowered her head and wore a Glasses, listen carefully to the class and take notes.

Unlike Mu Sicheng, who was in a mess on the table, Yuan Qingqing was a student with a neat and uniform style on the table.

All her books are wrapped in solid-colored kraft paper casings, from notepads, stationery boxes, to notebooks, all with one brand and one pattern - cartoon hip-hop monkeys.

Mu Sicheng couldn't help but curiously looked at what Yuan Qingqing was doing. When he glanced over from the side of the Sanba Wall, he saw Yuan Qingqing write down a note in the notebook next to him with a serious expression:

[Classmate xx is playing with his mobile phone. 】

[Classmate xx is reading extracurricular books. 】

[Student Mu Sicheng is deserting and peeking at his roommate. 】

Mu Sicheng: ! ! !

Mu Sicheng quickly retracted his head behind the three-eighth wall, hammered the table angrily, thinking to himself—how can this woman be so focused on two things, memorize others while listening to the class, and be so narcissistic!

Come on, don't you like him! How can I feel like I'm peeking at her!

What is she worth a peek at! Just a weird woman who buys a table of hip-hop monkeys!

After class, the quiet Yuan Qingqing disappeared completely. She chased after Mu Sicheng and asked, "Where's the key?"

"Why didn't you return the key to Ma Cailiang?"

"Didn't you say that you will return it to him after you find it today?"

"I didn't find it." Mu Sicheng spread his hands indifferently, "That's it."

Yuan Qingqing looked at him, didn't speak, just clenched her fists, and then suddenly said: "I saw you put the key back that day."

"You didn't want to take it that much, so why did you take it in the end?"

Mu Sicheng seemed to be slapped with a suffocating fist and hit him in the heart. He almost said viciously: "None of your business! I just have this problem! I just want to steal!"

"Kleptomania, have you heard of it! What's wrong with me if you control the sky?!"

Then he pushed his chair away and kicked away.

Mu Sicheng thought that when she came back, Yuan Qingqing would leave, leaving an empty seat at the same table, but she still sat there quietly, glanced at him, and said, "Student Mu Sicheng, it's time for class. ."

- as if nothing had happened.

Maybe something happened, Mu Sicheng peeked that Yuan Qingqing wrote another article in the small book - [Mu Sicheng kicked the chair in an attempt to destroy public property, but failed. 】

He was a little startled.

The life at the same table with Yuan Qingqing continued so peacefully but not peacefully. Yuan Qingqing is a very good tablemate. She loves cleanliness, is polite, and is very willing to help others. Almost whenever the classmates in the class ask her for help She will go, no matter what kind of thing, she will try her best to solve it. Mu Sicheng understands why there are so many classmates complaining about Yuan Qingqing in the class, but every time the class leader is elected, Yuan Qingqing will still be elected with the first number of votes.

Because she is a very reasonable person, it can be said that this kind of person is easy to get along with, or it can be said that this kind of person is not easy to get along with, but she is very fair to people, and it does not make any difference because of your family background, grades or appearance.

And don't look at you with tinted glasses because of what you've done in the past.

Mu Sicheng looked at the small reward that was handed out in front of him-he didn't commit the next thing while Yuan Qingqing was keeping an eye on him last week, and students who got full marks in Sutuo for a week could get a small reward, really It's very small, usually a rubber or a sticker.

But this is the first time that Mu Sicheng has received it, and it feels a little strange-a student like him can still get rewards for obeying discipline, really...

At least Mu Sicheng himself had a hard time imagining this day.

The small reward is a rubber in the shape of a hip-hop monkey.

At first glance, this eraser was not issued by the class. Most of it was bought for him by Yuan Qingqing herself.

The day Yuan Qingqing gave Mu Sicheng the eraser, she first went to the office, and then she seemed to be arguing with the head teacher. When she came back, Yuan Qingqing's eyes were red and she was lying on the table without saying a word. There was a pocket of erasers beside her desk. She got it back from the office.

The erasers in the plastic pockets are all regular squares, with a number written on them with a marker—[59].

There are a total of 60 people in the seventh class and 59 erasers, which means that there is no reward for one person.

It is self-evident who this person is.

Mu Sicheng is very self-aware. He has committed such a big thing before, and it would be too bizarre for the school to let him get the reward again.

Yuan Qingqing went out after the first period of evening self-study. When she came back, there was an extra piece of rubber in the plastic pocket, in the shape of a hip-hop monkey.

Yuan Qingqing sent this eraser to Mu Sicheng, saying that it was a reward for his discipline last week. When she said this, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and she cried again after seeing it. .

On the second night, Yuan Qingqing was lying on the table again, curled up into a ball forbearance, sobbing very softly, Mu Sicheng was helpless holding the rubber of the hip-hop monkey, and finally asked: "Hey, Yuan Qingqing, What's wrong with you?"

Yuan Qingqing turned her face away slowly, her eyes were swollen again, she cried very softly, choking while crying: "...I don't understand, why the class teacher just won't let me remember the red flower for you."

"You didn't do anything last week, why can't you cover it..."

"I don't understand, it's clearly not written like this in the school rules, Ma... hiccup." She hiccupped and continued to cry, "It's all memorized, Ma Cailiang can cover red flowers, why can't you, why say you If the influence is not good, you can't cover it..."

"It's so unfair!"

Yuan Qingqing cried very indignantly, but Mu Sicheng couldn't help laughing, he was lying on the wall of Sanba, his eyes softened involuntarily, but his tone was very playful: "So you went to quarrel with the old man because of this. Second-rate?"

"It's not arguing, it's wrong to do this, I'm just arguing with the teacher." Yuan Qingqing turned her head slowly again, she was puzzled, "Why can't you?"

"You are just like everyone else, just an ordinary student in the class."

"You're not too bad, what bad effects can you cause?"

Mu Sicheng was silent for a while, then clicked his tongue: "Don't cry, fool."

After three nights, Yuan Qingqing's mood returned to normal. Mu Sicheng looked at her with two huge peach eyes, and carefully wrote it down in the notebook:

[Student Yuan Qingqing cried in class and lost her mind. 】

[Yuan Qingqing and Mu Sicheng are talking small talk. 】

Mu Sicheng: "..."

Grass, next time he comforts this person, he will be an idiot.

The three-eighth wall began to diminish sporadically, and the two people's eyes could briefly communicate on the wall, usually with Yuan Qingqing looking back in confusion, Mu Sicheng moving away as if nothing had happened, and the relationship between the two began to slowly become harmonious. , when he goes out, he will give Yuan Qingqing a drink, and Yuan Qingqing will bring him a meal in the morning when he is stuck in the classroom.

Rumors began to spread in the class that Yuan Qingqing liked him.

Mu Sicheng scoffed at this kind of rumors - only now I can see that these high school students are really not as observant as him. Isn't it obvious that Yuan Qingqing likes him?

Of course, he didn't like Yuan Qingqing, although Yuan Qingqing's notebook recorded many times that Mu Sicheng peeked at his tablemate, Mu Sicheng just thought it was very interesting to observe Yuan Qingqing, a fool.

Yuan Qingqing has some very strange and stubborn habits, just like this person's adherence to the rules. For example, she must buy a full set of hip-hop monkeys when she buys stationery. For example, when get out of class ends on the second night, Yuan Qingqing will definitely lie beside her desk. On the window of the man, his eyes stared at the window for a long time.

At first glance, Mu Sicheng thought that this person was looking at the reflection on his own window, and he would tidy up the shape for a long time and put on a pose that he felt better about himself.

It was very accidental that Mu Sicheng found that Yuan Qingqing was not looking at him, but someone outside.

The senior three students in their school are not allowed to go for one night and two nights. After two consecutive evening self-study sessions, they will enlarge the class break with the senior one and senior two. There are 20 minutes between the major classes, and many senior seniors sit in the classroom all day. Students will go to the playground to run, relax their muscles, and maintain their state.

The school encourages this behavior, so on the second night, the playground will be lit, and there will be four lights around the entire playground, so that everyone can see things, and don’t run into each other.

From the window, Yuan Qingqing saw the angle of sight, which was exactly the position of one of the lights. From that angle, you could just see the appearance of every student who ran under the lights. Mu Sicheng once followed Yuan Qingqing. She looked over and found that when one of the people ran past the lamp, Yuan Qingqing's whole body would tense up, she would hold the pen she was writing in the small book tightly, and follow the other person's eyes tightly until she completely saw it. I couldn't see the back of the other side running, and then fell down a little sluggishly.

Yuan Qingqing will be nervous again when this person runs over next time.

——It was as if she was not carefully peeking at this person running from the window, but blocked this person's runway, and the whole person was at a loss.

Just like when Mu Sicheng peeked at her.

That person, Mu Sicheng, knew that he was the president/chairman of the student council, a senior in high school, with good grades and good looks. Before Mu Sicheng came, he was the most popular boy in the school.

Yuan Qingqing often follows this boy to deal with the student union. The other party has come to Class 7 to find Yuan Qingqing several times. He has a very gentle attitude.

Every time this boy came to look for Yuan Qingqing, Yuan Qingqing was always very nervous and would jump up from the table suddenly. When he came back, his expression was blank, and he slumped on the table, dumbfounded.

It wasn't that Mu Sicheng couldn't notice the difference, but when he found that Yuan Qingqing had been waiting so eagerly and earnestly for the entire big class, just to wait for the few seconds when the boy ran past the lamp, Mu Sicheng's brain It stopped for a few seconds.

"Hey." Mu Sicheng's mind was blank, he heard himself ask badly, "Yuan Qingqing, you peep at people every night, don't you like this man?"

Deny it.

You've been peeking for so long, and you haven't said that you like you, and you definitely won't dare to confess to the other party.

Deny that you like that guy.

Deny me...I like you, Yuan Qingqing.

Yuan Qingqing, who was lying on the window, sat up suddenly. Her eyes were bright, she was angry, her face was flushed, and she was a little embarrassed. She was embarrassed and shy after a secret was revealed, but soon, Yuan Qingqing sorted out her expression. , she lay on the table and said softly, "Yes."

"I like him."

"Maybe I'm not worthy of such a good boy as him." Yuan Qingqing turned to the window and muttered softly, "But if I like it, I don't violate the rules and disciplines."

Instead, Mu Sicheng became furious. His anger raised his head, his eyes were red, and he slammed his hand on the wall of Sanba, angered: "How can you not be worthy of him! Your grades are so good, and you are so serious in your work. , so enthusiastic about classmates! This man's running is not half as fast as me! You can see him well! He's not worthy of it! Don't be ashamed of this man!"

Yuan Qingqing was startled by Mu Sicheng's sudden outburst, and said "Huh?" blankly.

"Still peeking!" Mu Sicheng lifted Yuan Qingqing up and dragged her out angrily, "He just ran, and if you want to see, go down and see, what are you peeking for!"

"How useless to peek!"

Mu Sicheng pushed Yuan Qingqing to the stairs, waved his hand impatiently and made two go-go gestures: "He ran there just for you to see, what's the shame, go down and see, face to face, generously Look!"

"I'm ready!"

Yuan Qingqing went down in confusion and anxiety, Mu Sicheng was silent for a while at the empty staircase, then walked back, his fists were clenched tightly, and he sat down in his place.

Mu Sicheng didn't want to look at it, but he turned his head uncontrollably and looked out the window.

Outside the window, Yuan Qingqing ran to the runway. When the boy ran past again, he saw Yuan Qingqing. He seemed to think that Yuan Qingqing had something to do with him. He broke away from the running team and came to Yuan Qingqing. in front of.

Yuan Qingqing waved her hands at a loss, her face flushed, as if explaining that she had nothing to do.

The boy smiled, stretched out his hand, and seemed to invite Yuan Qingqing to do something, as if to run together.

Yuan Qingqing stared at the boy blankly. After a long time, she jumped excitedly, then nodded frantically, followed behind the boy, and ran with him. The two of them ran and chatted with genuine smiles. of pleasure.

Mu Sicheng: "..."

He's about to break the defense.

Mu Sicheng's hands were shaking, he leaned on the table, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and even felt dizzy for a while - Yuan Qingqing really liked each other.

The other party didn't seem to be meaningless to Yuan Qingqing...

It's just that Yuan Qingqing is too dumb and too bearable, and she didn't notice it at all, and she has a crush on her until now.

It's just... Yuan Qingqing... Really, did you really have no feelings for him?

Then why did she do this to him?

What kind of reason did she insist that he was not a bad person?

Curiosity turned into a peculiar itch and crawled from the bottom of Mu Sicheng's heart to the palm of his hand, as if some evil desire had turned into a poisonous spider, circling in his heart and palm, his fingers spasmed like With a twitch, Mu Sicheng couldn't help looking at the small book on Yuan Qingqing's desk.

It's been a long, long time...he hasn't touched anyone else's things.

This small book, he has seen Yuan Qingqing write some daily experiences on it, if he can...

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath, clenched his fists, retracted his eyes, and looked at the half-used hip-hop monkey eraser on his desk, his chest heaving violently, he tried his best to control his emotions.

no need.

The days went on like that, Mu Sicheng forced himself to get used to Yuan Qingqing who went to run every evening between classes, the boy who came to the class to find Yuan Qingqing more and more frequently, and the habit of losing Yuan Qingqing himself. Qingqing's surveillance can also forcefully control the desire to steal something.

In the last period of high school, Mu Sicheng was unbelievably peaceful, he even thought that he could let go of Yuan Qingqing, just like he could let go of his desire to steal.

Untimely desires and untimely feelings are about to be eliminated from his life as he grows up.

In the summer vacation at the end of the second year of high school, the whole class celebrated that they were about to enter the third year of high school. It could also be said to be the last crazy time. They had an appointment to go out to play. Mu Sicheng was not going to go, but at the strong invitation of some classmates in the class, he was still restless. Agreed - after he became honest, many of the classmates in the class who were a little afraid of him came to contact him, and even the head teacher changed a lot about him, and the relationship with others also became harmonious.

After going to the park for a whole day, the classmates reluctantly said goodbye and went back to their respective homes.

Mu Sicheng looked at Yuan Qingqing who was wearing a long skirt and carrying a schoolbag, paused, looked away, and said, "It's a little late, I'll take you off?"

Seeing that Yuan Qingqing wanted to say no, Mu Sicheng quickly said, "I'm taking the No. 7 bus. Shall we drop by?"

Yuan Qingqing said suspiciously, "I don't remember your home on Line 7."

"I've changed places. I'm renting a house to live in, and I'll change if I'm uncomfortable." Mu Sicheng spread his hands, "Lori, it's too long for you to say whether you want to leave or not?"

Not to mention Line 7, Mu Sicheng has basically never taken a bus. He always takes taxis when he goes out, so he is faced with a very embarrassing situation. When he got on the bus, he realized that he actually had to put coins. .

Yuan Qingqing helped him vote, frowning and criticizing Mu Sicheng: "If you change your house, you need to tell the head teacher. You live alone and your mailing address has changed. When something happens to you, you won't be able to find it."

"You remember to go back and report to the head teacher..."

"Mother in charge." Mu Sicheng sneered and interrupted Yuan Qingqing, "Take care of your own affairs."

Mu Sicheng grabbed the suspension ring of the public car, and with a glance, he saw a chain hanging on Yuan Qingqing's fair neck, with a two-letter abbreviation on it, as if someone had hung his name on hers On his body, he declared his sovereignty - Yuan Qingqing never wore any accessories before, Mu Sicheng paused and said, "Did he give you this chain?"

"...Well." Yuan Qingqing was a little embarrassed, "He graduated and said he wanted to leave something for me as a souvenir, so he gave it to me."

"Just to commemorate?" Mu Sicheng asked sarcastically.

"Because I'm still in high school, he said to wait until I go to college." Yuan Qingqing scratched her head, "Just be my boyfriend."

As she spoke, she couldn't help smirking: "He has come to visit my parents, hehe."

"...Attitude is just right." After saying this, Mu Sicheng fell silent.

On the crowded bus, someone approached quietly, stretched out his hand, and probed towards Yuan Qingqing's backpack, Mu Sicheng grabbed his hand suddenly, and asked coldly and sternly, "What are you doing? ?"

After a farce, Yuan Qingqing and Mu Sicheng got out of the car ahead of schedule. At Yuan Qingqing's insistence, they took the person to the nearest public security bureau, and then parted at the bus stop closest to the public security bureau.

"Don't give it away." Yuan Qingqing waved, "My home is nearby, you should go back too!"

Mu Sicheng put his pocket into his pocket and looked at Yuan Qingqing who was far away. He lowered his eyes and hummed. After Yuan Qingqing disappeared from his sight, Mu Sicheng slowly sat on the seat at the station and took it out from his pocket. That little book.

This was taken from Yuan Qingqing's schoolbag when the thief was stealing things. Yuan Qingqing mainly went to clear money and mobile phone when she was clearing things. She didn't find that the small book was missing, but Mu Sicheng hid the small book. up.

the last time.

Mu Sicheng looked at the little book on the cover of the hip-hop monkey, he took a deep breath and controlled his trembling hands.

Let him know what Yuan Qingqing is thinking about, why he thinks of him that way, and he will never steal again.

He turned the first page, then stood still.

[Student Mu Sicheng has not violated the discipline this week, but the teacher does not allow him to cover him with red flowers. I don’t understand why everyone can have red flowers, but Mu Sicheng cannot have red flowers. 】

[This is not fair. 】

[As a disciplinary committee member, I should give a little red flower to every classmate who has not violated discipline. 】

Below is a row of hand-painted red flowers with Mu Sicheng's name written next to it.

Every week in the future, as long as Mu Sicheng doesn't violate discipline, Yuan Qingqing will conscientiously draw a row of little red flowers for Mu Sicheng, until the previous week, the day before their holiday, this record still exists.

On the last day of recording, Yuan Qingqing recorded:

[Student Mu Sicheng has not violated any discipline for two months. After negotiating with the teacher, he admitted that his previous behavior was biased and allowed me to move the little red flower of Mu Sicheng to the original book next semester. , this week's unofficial safflower is recorded as the last week, and the safflower of Mu Sicheng will not be recorded separately in the future. 】

[I hope Mu Sicheng will be a serious person in the future and not make mistakes again. 】

Mu Sicheng held the book and lowered his head very slowly. He was breathing rapidly, and his hands were clenched tightly, but he suddenly sneered and tears fell.

He... did it again.

He betrayed Yuan Qingqing's trust in him.

"Mu Sicheng..." Yuan Qingqing's puzzled voice sounded in front of Mu Sicheng, "Why are you still here?"

Mu Sicheng suddenly hid the small book behind him, he turned his face away, and forced himself to calm down: "I'm here waiting for the car, but I didn't wait, why did you come back?"

"Oh." Yuan Qingqing didn't suspect him, she said distressedly, "I went back and looked for it, and found that my little book was missing, and there were some classmates' performances in the last semester. It was very troublesome to disappear, I was wondering if it was That thief just stole my book."

"Really?" Mu Sicheng took a deep breath, "What if you didn't bring it?"

"Today is just to play, and you don't have to record who violated the discipline. Generally, when you don't do things, you don't bring a book."

"...It seems so." Yuan Qingqing was surrounded by Mu Sicheng, she frowned, "But I remember I brought it."

"And which thief has nothing to steal from your book?" Mu Sicheng laughed, "It doesn't look valuable."

Yuan Qingqing was angry: "That notebook records everyone's performance for a semester, it's very important!"

"But what you said makes sense." Yuan Qingqing sighed, "Maybe I really forgot to bring it with me. I'll go to school tomorrow and look for it."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he looked at Yuan Qingqing, who simply turned around and had no doubts about him at all. The unresolved emotion in his chest suddenly surged up, and he said in a mysterious way: "Hey, I'm also a thief."

"Yuan Qingqing, why don't you suspect that I stole your things?"

Yuan Qingqing turned her head and looked at Mu Sicheng seriously. She looked at it for a long time, and then said, "Don't make such a joke casually."

"You spent two months trying to get everyone in the class to trust you."

"Before you make a mistake, as the monitor and the disciplinary committee, I will not and should not easily suspect you, Mu Sicheng."

"I'm going back, goodbye, you should go back earlier too."

Yuan Qingqing waved her hand, ready to leave

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say—[I won't do it again, Yuan Qingqing].

But at the moment before the words were spoken, an out-of-control bus crashed into the station, stuck next to Mu Sicheng, and got stuck.

Yuan Qingqing's schoolbag rolled on the ground, and the hip-hop monkey's stuff was scattered all over the place. The blood-stained hip-hop monkey headphones rolled at Mu Sicheng's feet, like a malfunction. The monkey's eyes on the headphones began to flash red. The screams of pedestrians began to be heard around, and the bus driver climbed down from the window in horror, and his face was drunk and obviously smelled of alcohol.

Yuan Qingqing's arm fell weakly from the side of the bus.

Blood splashed on Mu Sicheng's face, and his pupils dilated.

The small book in his hand fell to the ground, and the last page was soaked in blood. The little red flower melted into the blood and could no longer be seen clearly.

Ornamental pool.

Lu Yizhan looked up at Mu Sicheng, who was bound in the chain hurricane on the big screen, his eyes were empty, and he was obviously lost in mental value. He remembered the files he found, and sighed complicatedly.

The fate of everyone selected by Bai Liu is controlled by him.

He likes the souls of these people, wants to let them enter his game, and hopes that the skills of these people are what he uses and what he needs, so Bai Liuhui deliberately designs the life paths of these people to intensify the core of each other's desires, Maximize the desire of the other party, so that the skills derived from the desire of the other party are the strongest.

Whether it is Liu Jiayi, Daniel, or Mu Sicheng, everyone has experienced this process of desire intensification under the manipulation of Bai Liu.

Liu Jiayi, who could have reconciled with Liu Huai, personally killed Liu Huai under the guidance of Bai Liu, Daniel killed Phoebe with the assistance of Bai Liu during the family seizure, and Mu Sicheng's last hesitation directly led to Yuan Qingqing's death. In front of him, Mu Sicheng could barely control himself at that time, so in the Liu Huai incident, Bai Liu let Mu Sicheng witness Liu Huai's death again, destroying Mu Sicheng's last defense.

Mu Sicheng's desire began with [stealing], because the people he liked and those close to him wanted to get rid of [stealing], but finally entered the game because of the death of these people, wanted to resurrect them, and finally fell into [stealing], It becomes a game machine called [Thief] carefully forged by God.

Both times he was killed by a bus, both times because of his own doubts, and the speed and time difference became the most unforgivable things for Mu Sicheng. A vehicle that intentionally wounded people, holding the man who was going to die under the wheel.

But he didn't.

Thus, the worst and perfect thief in the world was born.

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