"In addition, the host's realistic memories and emotional obsessions will also subtly affect the performance of the host in the simulator, including but not limited to Ji Guomingfei buttoning his head to the old beggar and mentioning the jade shatter to the butterfly Chanae to prevent the disaster."

"That's right........"

Didn't pay much attention to the cynicism of the system.

Lu Mingfei faintly felt that the system looked at him like a child who didn't grow up, hating iron and not steel, but he couldn't be ruthless.

He just pursed his lips, sat up violently, and quietly turned on the computer.

After some smooth operation, he entered the contact information on the kendo club entry form that had not yet been torn up into the search box.

deletion, deletion,

Lu Mingfei was nervous and sent a verification message to Senior Brother Chu, who was at the top of the list in Shilan High School.

"Hello Senior Brother Chu Zihang, I am in Xia Lu Mingfei and want to join the Kendo Club."

I thought I would be able to pass tomorrow, but I didn't expect it to be two o'clock in the morning, Senior Brother Chu, he was so touching!

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened in surprise, his hands were faster than his brain,

"Senior Brother Chu, are you so able to survive?"

No matter what kind of growth he goes through, Lu Ming is not essentially a bad word attribute - he will only be late and will never disappear!

“........”

silent

There was a long silence.

“..........”

Just when Lu Mingfei was eager to slap himself, the chat box shook slightly.

"There was an extra emergency at the school today, and after dealing with that incident, after completing the planned exercise on weekdays, it was already this time."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth slightly,

This is that Senior Brother Chu? Chu Zihang, who is known for his coldness in the girls' pile and facial paralysis in the boys' pile........

This information that faintly reveals Senior Brother Chu's ascetic lifestyle, is he explaining to him the reason for going to bed late?

"Lu Mingfei, isn't he?"

The chat box shakes slightly,

"If you want to join the kendo club, you can bring the entry form tomorrow, and I will judge your foundation."

"Okay, thank you, Senior Brother Chu!"

Lu Mingfei hung his head, his fingertips flew fast:

"Senior Brother Chu go to bed early, Senior Brother Chu good night."

"Well, you go to bed early, good night, too."

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's avatar wistfully,

"Senior Brother Chu, it's not as weird as others say."

Isn't that a good person?

For him, this ordinary little transparent, is very polite.

Ah——!h

Lu Mingfei yawned, glanced at the time of 2:32 on the table, and planned to sleep.

Now........ No, yesterday was a thief tired, and the real sense of life is like a year.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei saw the unread message, opened his mouth, and then replied apologetically under the message.

"Ming Fei, everyone who joins the literary club will meet tomorrow, the time is set for the morning, and the location is set for the playground, when are you coming?"

"I'm sorry, Wenwen Chen, I just received the message. I have something tomorrow, next time, next time. (Hands folded). ”

A slightly euphemistic implication: he can't go!

Then he didn't wait for Chen Wenwen's reply, and fell asleep.

After all, according to Lu Mingfei's cognition of the work and rest of literary girls, she should have fallen asleep.

Ding Ding ——!

After a while, the chat box trembled.

Lu Mingfei frowned, and had no intention of waking up.

"Well, got it, then you do your thing first. (Come on)"

"By the way, Ming Fei, as a member of the literary club, you should stay up less late at night to play games, otherwise it's not good to be listless during club activities. (Fork waist)

In addition, I invite you to join the group of the literary club, you remember to pass it. (big winked eyes)"

Phew——!

Chen Wenwen, who was lying in the boudoir, was dressed in a white nightdress, looking at the chat box where Lu Mingfei did not reply, and turned around with some irritation.

"One by one, why don't you speak."

Ignoring the fiery chat of the literary community, Chen Wenwen pursed her lips and landed on the verification message sent a long time ago.

"Hello Senior Brother Chu Zihang, I am Chen Wenwen in the first year of high school, and I want to set up a literary club, please pass it."

Just when Chen Wenwen scanned the screen back and forth, sleepily waiting for Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang's reply, and was about to fall asleep.

A loud bang woke her up from a dozing day.

"Come to the kendo club tomorrow morning, I'll finish my work there. After the review, if your literary club meets the requirements of the school, I will approve it on behalf of the school. ”

Formulaic paperwork, cold replies.

"Okay, Senior Brother Chu, rest early, good night. (Pillow)"

"Hmm."

Chen Wenwen opened her mouth and couldn't help but sigh: "Senior Brother Chu, it's really as cold as rumored." ”

But also, although she thinks she is a little good, compared to Chu Zihang, who has absolute dominance in Shilan High School, it is not an order of magnitude at all.

She started the group of the literary club, and sent out the news that she was going to submit an application for the establishment of the club tomorrow and might be late, and after another bombing of the group, she yawned and walked towards the bed.

Lying on the bed, she subconsciously looked at the screen of the screen, and muttered to herself:

"At this point, Lu Mingfei should be asleep."

Then he shook his head and sank into his dream.

Ding Ding ——!

Chen Wenwen's computer made a slight noise.

"Wenwen, haven't you slept yet? Where will I apply for the Communications Construction Agency tomorrow, will I accompany you? ”

"Wenwen?"

"Wenwen?"

"Asleep?"

"Good night."

If the screen has not been turned off, everyone can see who the slightly courteous text comes from, the rich second generation who is slightly famous when he first arrives in the class, Zhao Menghua.

At this moment,

Lu Mingfei was lying on the bed, frowning, his eyelids opened and closed slightly, revealing a faint golden light.

"Brother......

Some puzzled voices resounded in Lu Mingfei's empty room.

.........

Not!

The body is flying through the air!

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened suddenly, and he found that he was in a long blank cloud.

The white clouds are slightly cool, and the air is fresh.

The wind was blowing in my face, and my cheeks ached.

Lu Mingfei stared at the scenery in front of him and couldn't help murmuring:

"It's the same feeling as holographic CG."

So immersive, so bizarre.

Is he dreaming?

Or what does the growth life simulation system want to do?

"Brother."

Suddenly, an inexplicably familiar sound came from Lu Mingfei's ears.

He looked sideways and saw a young man in a delicate dress with golden eyes falling side by side from the sky.

Lu Mingze frowned slightly, and said softly:

"Brother, you're a little different."

"What's the difference?"

Lu Mingfei asked subconsciously.

Lu Mingze was stunned for a moment, and then looked under him,

"In my imagination, at such a high place, you should scream."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes,

"What is it called, I have died, I am not even afraid of death, what can I do in the high sky in my dreams?"

"I've been dead........ Lu Mingze muttered, and suddenly chuckled:

"Yes, yes, it is."

"We've all died, how can we still be afraid of the sky. If my brother really screams, or tears of grief, it's just a clumsy disguise for the rebels. ”

He smiled inexplicably, as if he was very satisfied with Lu Mingfei's answer.

No! It's not just simple satisfaction, it's absolute satisfaction! Satisfied!

Lu Mingze slowly closed his eyes, feeling the beauty of free fall.

This kind of calm expression in the face of danger comes from the supreme power and power - to be at ease with everything!

Smack——!

Lu Mingze snapped his fingers lightly.

In a whirlwind, Lu Mingfei found himself in the quaint bell tower.

The window was shining, and the loud cry of some creature could be faintly heard outside the window.

To his surprise, he was unkindly tied to a quaint wooden cross, unable to move.

The boy sat across from him, folded his hands against his chin, and remained silent for a long time.