"What's that?"

The wind subconsciously plucked his ears unreasonably, but he felt that there was nothing.

Getting so close, he finally felt a trace of spiritual power fluctuations that were so weak that they were almost negligible.

Xiao Yangyang said that he could only hear the voices of the monsters before, but later he could hear more than the voices of the monsters.

That is, the voice of all things.

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Wang Xilou told him a bedtime story, hundreds of years ago, he had encountered a very weak, very weak little monster.

"Sound bugs?"

They can hear the heart of anything, even dead things.

But they don't have mouths and can't speak.

Once they attach themselves to the ears of living beings, they can also hear those sounds.

It is worth mentioning that the bedtime story is that Wang Xilou has to pull him to prevent him from sleeping, and he can only sleep after listening to her.

It turned out that this was the case, Xiaoyang was attached to his ears by sound insects, and he heard too many sounds at once and was frightened.

He sent a message to Director Yang, saying that it was okay here, but there was a very talented child who could guide him.

Director Yang: In this way, I understand, hard work.

Unreasonable: Labor expenses [smile]

Director Yang: [sweating] [sweating]

If the sound worm is a word, he can't take it out now, so go back tonight and ask Wang Xilou to pluck his ears for him.

When he went to press the elevator, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

[I'm coming up!] ]

The elevator went up from the first floor to the twelfth floor, and just as it was open, he heard a strange sound again.

[I'm going to open it!] ]

The elevator doors opened.

“……”

[I'm going down!] ]

This elevator ...... It's quite fun.

As soon as he got downstairs, Feng Wuli finally saw everything Yang Yang had experienced during this time.

Countless voices forced into a line and poured into his ears.

It's not that his ears are deaf, and he doesn't hear a word clearly because of the mixed sounds, but every sentence stretches like a river, and it doesn't stop for a moment, and when he wants to listen to something, he can still pick it out.

[Am I going to be ridden again?] ]

The wind was unreasonably silent.

He was curious as to why a bicycle had its own ideas, or whether it was the sound worm itself attached.

[Please be gentle with me.] ]

Feng Wuli sat up and rode all the way back to school.

The street is noisier.

There are very few voices of lifeless dead things, and stray cats, stray dogs, and even flowers and plants on the side of the street have much more sound than dead things that can only say a word or two.

And the most of them are human beings.

Human beings are the beings with the most distractions.

He rode his bicycle on the road, as if everyone on the street had a white dialog box on their lips, and the dialog box stretched all the way to the sky, where there was dense black text, so much that it could break the sky.

Under the huge dialog that spreads across the city, he rides a bicycle like a lonely boat on the sea.

He sighed and said the words of the little fox that day, "Human...... It's as much garbage as it gets. ”

[Why isn't that old woman dead yet?]

[My wife ran away, and my daughter didn't follow me, what's the point of living]

[That brain-entangled teacher, inexplicably hung up on my department, neuropathy]

[Where is ten dollars enough to spend, why is the family so poor]

There was a red light in front, and the wind was unreasonable and tightened.

The people around him gathered, and he hurriedly looked around, wanting to rush over, but he could only silently endure the boundless distractions that surrounded him.

The dialog box that carried the sky smashed down, and the whole world was densely packed with text.

Overwhelmed, depressed distractions.

"But it's good that you got into my ears." He said so.

"A child like Xiaoyang can't bear such a world."

So he rode all the way to school.

[You finally got off me]

“……”

When you interact with objects, you seem to hear the sound of dead objects.

The wind kicked the car unreasonably.

I just want to kick.

When I entered the classroom and returned to my seat, the people in the classroom were talking non-stop, mixed with the words in their hearts, and the wind was unreasonable and couldn't hear who was who.

It's a little more comfortable.

Jiang Hao had a high ponytail today, with a few fine hairs on her neck, and she was a little puzzled, "Why is it so late today, almost late." ”

[I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it]

Feng Wuli frowned, turned his head to look at the other party, still wondering why he came so late today.

"Well, it's late, and there are several red lights on the road, which is really unlucky."

He still decided not to tell her about the insects, otherwise it would be very awkward to know that he was eavesdropping on the side.

"That's right."

She said generously: "Mother Su said that the first half of the first class will write essays, and the second half of the class will be graded by the same table. ”

[I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it]

“…… Half a class isn't enough, right? ”

"I've been writing for half an hour in the morning, and you're so late, pray that half a class is enough for you to write."

[I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it]

Feng looked at the girl with a smiling face and looked at him, and nodded heavily.

What does she like?

Don't understand;

I don't want to understand either;

Feng Wuli is not a person who likes to gossip, and after a morning class, he never knew that his desire to complain was so strong.

At first, he would think, how can this person be like this, that person is like this, this is like that, looking at the classmates who are fighting together again after class, he suddenly feels again.

So be it.

There are some things that are kept in the heart, and it may be better not to say them than to say them.

[I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it]

Sound bugs are broken?

He turned his head to see that this quiet girl was writing a thick question, and when he saw that he was looking over, he stroked the long hair around his ear and looked at him suspiciously.

"It's fine." The wind shook his head unreasonably.

At noon, I went to the canteen to solve a meal, the campus was white and bright at half past twelve, there was no wind on the road, some people came down from the teaching building, and some people walked from the canteen or dormitory to the teaching building.

When I came back, I pinched the leaves;

[Why does this man have so many hands]

fed the stray cats in the school;

[This is delicious, this is delicious, thank you Brother Ang]

Even if he moved his position because it was too sunny, the sunlight would react.

[Do I burn]

Feng smiled unreasonably, and suddenly felt that this feeling was also quite interesting, and touched the school cat that was eating cat food with his head down, and was just about to go upstairs.

[I'm so thirsty, get some water]

Feng Wuli noticed that it was a weed exposed to the sun outside the overhead layer, he thought about it, went back and got a bottle of mineral water filled with water, and went down to pour it out.

[A lot of water, a lot of water]

"Do you want more? Fertilizer may not be available, but water is still sufficient. He asked the grass.

[A lot of water, a lot of water]

Obviously, it can't react to the wind's unreasonable words, and it's obviously conscious, but that's it, it's just a grass, and it can't feel everything in this world.

I am honored to be human.

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This sound worm is a key.,Open a new shadow copy tomorrow.,I'm going to go to the main line again.,And that's.,I'm on the sixth frequency.,It's still the sixth frequency of the most volume of light novels.,It's really hard to be a new author.,Thank you for your continued support.,By the way, ask for the next few days to follow-up.,The possibility of going to Sanjiang is very low.,It's just that I'm not sorry to be on it now.,It's just that it's all here.,It's impossible to just shout and give up.,So the next few days to chase and read, please.