The Puppeteer of Academy City

The first ray of sunlight in the morning came in through the gap in the curtains, and it just hit Ling Xingye's face.

Waking up from deep sleep, Ling Xingye sighed helplessly, and crawled weakly on the bed...

"Why did it fall again... Didn't seem to be dreaming yesterday?"

After lying back on the bed to relieve his stiff body, Ling Xingye finally got up.

He has no habit of going back to sleep.

But he didn't mean to leave the room to have breakfast, but he opened the curtains and sat down at the desk.

Looking at the new series of works that he just bought yesterday on the table, he flipped through a copy without thinking about it.

The so-called summer vacation is roughly like this, right?

However, before Ling Xingye finished a chapter, there was a knock on the door.

"Xingye, are you awake?" A strange female voice came from outside the door.

"Who is it..." As soon as the question came out, Ling Xingye immediately remembered that this was the girl I met in the bookstore yesterday—Feng Zhan Binghua, so he swallowed the next words abruptly, and said instead, "It's Feng Zhan Classmate? Good morning."

With that said, Ling Xingye hurriedly walked to the door.

Standing outside the door was a girl in a school uniform. She was plump and tall. She was an out-and-out beautiful girl, but she was very weak, giving people a feeling of being easy to bully.

It was the first time for her to stay in a boy's house, and she was somewhat uncomfortable, and kept avoiding her eyes.

"Ah! Are you still used to staying last night? That room has been empty for a long time, will there be a musty smell?" Ling Xingye asked.

"Huh? No, not at all!" Feng Zhan Binghua said, "It's better to say, thank you very much for your hospitality!"

"Ah, you're welcome, it's just a useless empty room." Ling Xingye waved his hand, "You live far away from here, right? It's not appropriate for you to go back alone at night-don't look at the city so deserted, in fact It's quite lively at night, and there are some dangers."

"Danger?"

"Well, gangster fire and something..." Ling Xingye shrugged, as if talking about a very common thing, "By the way, it's so early in the morning, let's have breakfast—there should be many choices at this time."

Only then did Feng Zhan Binghua remember his purpose: "I forgot to tell you, I took the liberty of borrowing the kitchen of Xingye's house just now, and I have already made breakfast, if you don't mind..."

Ling Xingye's eyes suddenly brightened: "Really? Feng Zhan, you know how to cook!"

He immediately walked towards the restaurant downstairs and said, "Honestly, I've had enough of compressed food, but I'm too lazy to cook in the morning, so I always skip breakfast."

When I came to the restaurant, I saw the sandwiches and milk on the table. Although they were simple, they were steaming hot and just made, which made people's appetite increase immediately.

"Haha, letting you stay overnight is really the right decision!"

"Huh? You're too much!" Feng Zhan Binghua said in panic.

The two sat opposite each other and had breakfast together.

Compared to Ling Xingye who was enjoying the food wholeheartedly, the girl opposite was obviously absent-minded.

Holding the cup in both hands, he looked up at Ling Xingye secretly from time to time, as if hesitating to speak.

"Hmm... what's wrong?" Ling Xingye couldn't help asking after being stared at for a long time.

"It's nothing!" The girl reflexively said, and then she asked carefully, "Xingye...why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Ling Xingye was confused, looked up and looked around, "Because this is my home, what's the problem?"

"It's not the level of 'what's the problem'?" Feng Zhan Binghua whispered, then looked up at Ling Xingye, "Xingye, do you know where your home city is?"

"Puppet City, a small town on the 18th line," Ling Xingye pointed out the window, "There are so many robots in the town—isn't it clear at a glance?"

"That being said, doesn't Xingye find it strange? Why is the whole city full of robots, but you are the only human?"

Ling Xingye took it for granted: "Is this... strange? Isn't this the way the world is?"

After thinking for a while, he turned to ask: "Speaking of which, in the imaginary mathematics area where Feng Zhan is located, are there many humans?"

"No, not at all..." Feng Zhan Binghua suddenly fell down—not to mention human beings, not even half a robot, and she was the only lonely wandering soul in the whole city...

Ling Xingye shrugged his shoulders, with a "sure enough" expression on his face.

Feng Zhan Binghua still had an unacceptable look on his face.

"It's not that I can't understand your feelings," Ling Xingye nodded, "There is only one person who is really lonely, and those robots can't communicate well at all."

This is also the reason why Ling Xingye took the initiative to invite Feng Zhan Binghua to come to his house as a guest.

"Then can I stay here?" Feng Zhan Binghua mustered up his courage and asked.

"Of course, no problem!" Ling Xingye smiled.

Therefore, Feng Zhan Binghua stayed at Ling Xingye's house. As a price, she took the initiative to take care of housework and three meals a day.

Feng Zhan Binghua's cooking skills are actually very average, at best, he is only using microwave ovens and frying eggs.

But with the passage of time and the increase in the number of cooking, her experience value is also steadily increasing.

…

"Today's fried rice is very good!" Ling Xingye praised loudly.

"You're too proud! After all, you have experimented so many times..." Feng Zhan Binghua was still a bit weak, but his personality was much more cheerful.

"Xingye, what do you think this world is like?" Sitting opposite Ling Xingye, watching him finish his breakfast, Feng Zhan Binghua asked suddenly.

"Today's topic is very profound," Ling Xingye thought for a while, "It seems that I can't always read novels, I should also find some philosophy books."

"How can there be any philosophy books in your bookshelf?" Feng Zhan Binghua complained.

The smile concealed the seriousness in her eyes - not only Ling Xingye's bookshelf, but even the bookstore in the town... There is no book about science or philosophy in this town.

In other words, if no one reminded, Ling Xingye would never think about the nature of the "world".

"Why did you suddenly think of these questions?" Ling Xingye asked.

"It's nothing, just a random question." Feng Zhan Binghua shook his head, "By the way, let's grill steak today."

"Okay, the oven I bought last time has finally come in handy."

…

I don't know how many mornings, Ling Xingye no longer fell to the ground, but was able to sleep peacefully in bed all night until dawn.

After waking up, open the curtains to welcome the first ray of sunshine in the summer morning.

Without looking at the bookshelf that had been moved to the corner, Ling Xingye left the room directly.

— Except for a certain set of light novels, he has read all other works more than once. Moreover, because there is a breakfast worth looking forward to, Ling Xingye is already used to going to the restaurant early to say hello to Fengzhan Binghua.

Today's breakfast is ramen—Kazezhan Hikaru has mastered a new dish.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

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While Ling Xingye was feasting, he noticed that the **** the opposite side was staring straight at him without hiding her gaze.

"How many days has it been?" Feng Zhan Binghua seemed to be talking to himself, "This summer vacation is really long."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a longer vacation?" Ling Xingye responded with a smile.

"That's true." The girl nodded in agreement, and then said, "... But as far as I know, there is no superpower that can directly manipulate time."

Ling Xingye closed her eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and fell silent.

"Although I'm very happy that Xingye can accompany me in this world, but..." Feng Zhan Binghua said softly, "Xingye, you don't belong here..."

Ling Xingye's whole body shook, and at the same time, the entire city shook as well, as if an earthquake had occurred.

"You actually realized it a long time ago, right?" Feng Zhan Binghua asked.

"That is to say..." Ling Xingye looked bitter, "The 'dream' back then was really real? Instead, this is the dream?"

"It's time to wake up." Feng Zhan Binghua stood up with a smile, "Thank you for being with me these days, but from now on, I have to pay back to Shiranui."

"Hitomi..." The name was like a key, unlocking the dusty memory in Ling Xingye's mind.

Boom, boom, boom...

There was a knock on the door.

"Xingye, I'm here to find you." Outside the door, Shiranui Hitomi's familiar voice came.