"Yes." Jiang Futing's fingers were still pressing, but the speed slowed down a lot, and it looked like the speed of a normally active game character, "That book, I've finished reading it." ”

"So fast!" Bai Tang really looked at him in surprise, and looked at the brick book on the side of the bed suspiciously, checking something.

This trick was learned in that person.

The formation starts automatically when you turn the page, and if you don't memorize it all, the formation will always remain.

Bai Tang touched the thick and hard book cover on the back, there was no trace of the formation anymore, and he really finished reading it, not only reading it, but also writing it down, "You are worthy of being a scholar, you have an unforgettable talent bonus." ”

"It's fine." Jiang Futing's right hand was still pressing the mouse, and he continued to look at him with a flat expression: "I've already washed it, you go wash it." ”

Yu Guang glanced at the display, and there was still a third.

"Yes." Bai Tang rummaged through the pajamas in the closet, "Tomorrow, after teaching you the method of cultivating the ghost path, you can go back to live, and I will check your cultivation progress every week in the future." ”

Jiang Futing's fingers paused, "Are there weekends?" ”

"Isn't it convenient?" Bai Tang caught his flickering hesitation, "I'll go to your place, anyway, it's mainly for inspection, nothing else, I won't let you run often, if it's a weekend, I'll take you to have a look." ”

"I have two weeks left for my final exams." Jiang Futing's fingers pressed on the mouse again.

Bai Tang stood there and thought for a moment after hearing this, "I can't delay you in one night, if it's inconvenient on Saturdays and Sundays, I'll go over Friday night." ”

"Okay." Jiang Futing nodded.

"Then it's decided." Bai Tang took his clothes and walked slowly to him, and asked lightly, "Isn't my game fun?" ”

When Jiang Futing came over, the speed of his fingers couldn't help but speed up, and he stubbornly maintained the calmness on his face, "It's okay." ”

"Where have you been?" Bai Tang slowly poked his head over to the computer as he spoke.

Jiang Futing felt that his heart was almost jumping to his throat, and the hand holding the mouse was almost flying, with an afterimage.

The speed of the calendar flipped in a flash, and there was no time to see it clearly, until no matter how much he pressed it in the back, the picture couldn't be cut, and Jiang Futing realized that it was already the time to retreat to this month

"Walking on the map." Jiang Futing suppressed the tension in his voice and withdrew his somewhat trembling hand.

"You're so energetic running a map?" Bai Tang asked puzzled when he saw the speed at which he had just pressed.

"It's stuck." Jiang Futing said very succinctly.

"No wonder." Bai Tang sighed, with an indifferent look on his face: "I said that you are all like this, and the picture has not changed much from the beginning." ”

Jiang Futing subconsciously felt weak when he heard his words, and said "ah" dryly.

"But this game," Bai Tang scratched his somewhat messy hair: "You just have to play, don't take it too seriously, everything in it is fake, don't fall into it." ”

Jiang Futing replied without a trace of hesitation: "I know." ”

"Then I'll go wash it." Bai Tang got his personal promise, and he was in a good mood and waved at him with his pajamas.

Until the room was quiet again, Jiang Futing stared at the display screen with palpitations.

He slowly sank into his chair and let out a long breath.

He could feel that Bai Tang didn't want to let himself play, and he could see from the reaction when he first encountered him in the game, that uncomfortable reaction was very similar to the self just now.

But I'm embarrassed to tell him directly, in fact, if you really don't want to, you can tell him directly, after all, everyone has things that they don't want to be touched, and they have their own privacy, which is normal.

But his desire to refuse but not dare to refuse directly, and his desire to pretend to be a very ordinary and normal reaction is very problematic.

It's like being afraid that something will attract attention, but it turns out to be even stranger.

There should be something in the game that he can't know yet, or can't touch.

When he had just spoken, his own mind was a mess, and he didn't have time to think about it.

But if you think about it now, when Jiang Futing was thinking about it, he had already picked up the pen on the table and tapped it on the table again and again, and his brain followed the rhythmic tapping sound to emerge with an answer.

Bai Tang let himself play casually, don't take it seriously, don't fall into it or something like that, it should be said subconsciously, people in a nervous situation, sometimes they will try their best to avoid or save the wrong direction, but they will express their thoughts very directly.

The more you keep yourself from touching, the more you have to cover it up and pull yourself down another path.

Just like he was afraid that Bai Tang would find out that he had flipped through the calendar just now, but according to such a strong intuition just now, there must be something in that calendar.

If you think backwards, everything in it is fake, he thinks about what happens every day in the game.

The pen in his hand rotated flexibly between his slender fingers, almost turning out flowers.

If you guess a little boldly, it's another reality?

He lowered his eyebrows, his fingers paused, and the pen "Click!" "Rolled off the table.

Jiang Futing raised his head and continued to stare at the computer screen, but when he was here, he suddenly short-circuited, and all that was left in his mind was the hum of the electric current burning.

He grabbed the pen again, spinning it between his fingers.

What if it were another real world, would it be done on both sides at the same time, or would there be a time difference, whether the outside world was fast or the inside world was fast.

But if the world inside is fast, it means ......

Jiang Futing sat up straight suddenly, and quickly extinguished the idea that had just been ignited!

His body was like falling into a terrible abyss, he was a little dazed, his limbs seemed to be firmly imprisoned, weak and fragile, and at that moment he even had a sense of doubt about the world in which he existed.

This feeling is like a huge bug in the whole person and the whole world, and the trance is so unreal that the consciousness has been stripped away

。

Every flesh-and-blood person I come into contact with, their actions, their thoughts, are all step-by-step, programmed, and false.

So the people inside, will they see us?

"You're still playing?" Bai Tang's voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Jiang Futing was taken aback, and the pen in his hand flew out again.

Bai Tang reacted quickly and entangled himself with ghost energy, and put the pen back on the table: "What do you want, scare you like this, it's half past one tonight, and you still haven't slept yet?" ”

"Right now." Jiang Futing rubbed his swollen eyebrows.

"Then go to sleep." Bai Tang patted him on the shoulder, "If it affects your rest and causes your grades to decline, I will feel guilty." ”

"Okay." Jiang Futing responded.

When he was about to open the menu bar and shut down, Bai Tang suddenly shouted: "Don't turn it off, just hang it up." ”

"The computer?" Jiang Futing hesitated.

"It's okay, it's just this time, your senior brother and I used to graduate from computer science, I can't do this, then I'm too sorry for my major." Bai Tang got into the quilt and didn't forget to sigh.

Jiang Futing raised his eyebrows, and remembered the extraordinarily rough website he had made himself.

After turning off the light, the breathing sound on the side was steady and fast, and as long as Jiang Futing closed his eyes, his mind was full of ideas that had just sprouted, growing quickly and strongly.

The mind is messy, the matter of cultivating ghosts, the matter of computer games, and how to get rid of family affairs with Lin Jin and Jiang Chao in the future.

He is not a person who follows the path under his feet step by step, he is habitually planned, likes everything to be in his own arrangement, and unexpected things will make him insecure, not a character who is at ease with what happens.

Especially now that these things are completely out of his control.

Jiang Futing turned over again.

Bai Tang's face suddenly turned around, and he said a little impatiently: "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Jiang Futing was stunned: "You didn't fall asleep?" ”

"You turn it like this, can I fall asleep?" Bai Tang squinted at him, the expression on his face was obviously too sleepy, and his voice was weak and a little tempered.

Jiang Futing opened his mouth, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry." Then he turned his back to him.

"What are you thinking?" Bai Tang asked in a confused voice.

Jiang Futing was already quite surprised by his sudden awakening, and he didn't know how to answer when he asked like this: "I didn't think about anything." ”

"Then you don't sleep yet." Bai Tang complained softly.

"Right now." Jiang Futing replied lightly.

"Yes." Bai Tang responded dimly, looking at his back, feeling as if he was not so sleepy again.

Jiang Futing's back is very straight, he has a good sense of line, his shoulders are quite broad, he does things properly, and he sleeps too, he sleeps in a straight line, and he feels like he looks ...... before Nothing has changed.

"The game I was talking about." Bai Tang opened his eyes, and his face was completely sleepy: "What I said is serious, don't fall in." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Futing gave a nasal voice.

It was a few seconds before he felt the glare of his back disappear.

The muscles of his shoulders relaxed, and his words swirled in his mind, don't fall into it.

Don't fall in.

……

Staying up late hurts your body, and you stay up all night to hurt to the end.

When Jiang Futing went to class the next day, his eyes were sore and swollen all day, but fortunately, the knowledge in the class had little impact, and it was rare to really lie on the table at noon and sleep seriously for a while, so that he could persist in the afternoon.

In the two weeks before the exam, everyone was forcibly soaked in the sea of questions, and the countdown to the college entrance examination posted on the blackboard at the back was one less day.

Physical education classes, art classes, music classes, etc., are not even thought about now, and almost every day you can see several teachers arguing over the theft of these subjects.

In the past, the weekly quiz has become a small test every three days, and a big test every week.

In the afternoon, it was time for the exam again, and when I came out of the sea of questions, more than half of the people in the class had taken off their skin.

The textbooks and test papers on everyone's desks were piled up like stone walls, and they couldn't even see their faces when they buried their heads.

In the evening self-study hall, the teacher who gave out the papers first grabbed the lectures, and basically all three classes were spent on the topics of each subject.

At the end of class, most of the people had grief on their faces.

(End of chapter)