Green tea O she spoiled

Chapter 51

When he opened his eyes, Shang Wandong found himself sitting at the desk.

Outside the glass window is the dazzling and scorching sun, which penetrates the gaps between the lush branches and leaves, and casts a thick shade.

She was wearing soft pajamas, sitting on a chair, with the noisy cicadas echoing in her ears.

It was midsummer at that time.

The door was knocked suddenly, and Mei's mother's voice sounded from outside the door: "Miss Shang, it's time for lunch."

She stood up feeling disappointed, feeling that she suddenly forgot many things.

It's like having a very long good dream, the dream is full of flowers, but when I wake up, I have forgotten all about it.

A servant urged him outside the door, Shang Wandong responded, pushed the door open and went downstairs.

She saw people from the Yan family sitting at the dining table.

Yan Xia was also among them. She was holding a chicken leg and was eating it with great relish. She even bit off the bone marrow and ate it together, which made people feel very appetizing.

She had thick bangs covering her smooth forehead, making her look timid and old-fashioned.

Shang Wandong choked when he saw her.

Just at the first glance, her beating heart suddenly felt dense pain, as if it had been pierced by countless needles.

She was obviously a commonplace person, but it made her almost out of breath in pain, unable to speak.

Yan Xia noticed her gaze and raised her head in surprise.

She still had a chicken leg in her mouth, and she wore plain black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. A pair of clear eyes behind the lenses were slightly rounded.

It looks plain and ordinary, but Shang Wandong thinks it is very cute.

She felt like a long-distance traveler in the heavy snow, her limbs were so cold that she lost consciousness, and finally found a warm wooden house and stopped in front of a burning bonfire.

The stiff limbs slowly warmed up, and finally became conscious.

Shang Wandong walked over slowly and smiled at her.

Yan Xia quickly became familiar with her.

She will deliberately pretend to be weak, pretend to cry, hide behind her when she is obviously very powerful, and also play tricks to beg her to do something that crosses the line.

Unexpectedly, Shang Wandong found that he didn't hate her.

That burst of sweet lemon smell lingered in every dream like a mist, entangled her like a spider web, and seemed to remind her.

On Midsummer night, she and Yan Xia sat on the balcony to enjoy the cool.Yan Xia leaned crookedly on her body and buried her head on the side of her neck.

Yan Xia sniffed her glands lightly, and whispered softly, "I don't know why, but your pheromone is so familiar."

Shang Wandong's heart skipped a beat.

She saw those lake-like eyes slightly bent, smiling, gentle and tolerant.

Yan Xia tolerated her strange EQ, and tolerated her strange brain circuits.

Then stretched out his arms and gave her all the love.

She is like a passerby shot by Cupid's arrow, irresistibly falling into the love net woven by the lemon fruit fragrance.

……

"I will reset everything." The unfamiliar voice said disappointedly, "Host, this is already the second time."

Yan Xia trembled violently, eyes widened: "What are you talking about?"

The mechanical voice was so calm that there was no wave, as if it was saying something unimportant: "Nothing."

"I will continue to update and improve the system to ensure that you can complete the task."

"See you next time, host."

In the next second, Yan Xia fell like a kite with a broken string.

Shang Wandong wanted to reach out his hands to catch that small figure in the sky.

She struggled and resisted with all her strength, her eyes were about to burst, and there were hideous veins on her forehead, but she still couldn't move.

thump.

The dazzling blood stained the brand new and pure white wedding dress, branding it on her retina.

At that moment, she felt cold all over her body, and her whole body seemed to die again. Her brain was burning, and her eyes were blood red.

Scattered fragments flickered before her eyes, and finally returned to nothingness.

She lost consciousness before a blinding white light engulfed the world.

……

For the third time, Shang Wandong woke up startled in the room.

She seemed to have just had a nightmare, her heart was beating violently.

There are still noisy cicadas singing outside the window, and the bright sunlight falls on the arms through the window, making it warm.

"Miss Shang, it's time for lunch."

She stood up like a ghost and went downstairs.

Shang Wandong saw the person in the corner of the dining table at a glance.

When she saw that familiar face, she suddenly felt a painful and numb emotion.

The blood-stained wedding dress appeared in front of her eyes, like a cluster of lingering nightmares.

Feeling nauseated, Shang Wandong suddenly covered his mouth, and rushed into the bathroom with a pale face.

She retched heart-rendingly, and tears snaked down her eyes, though she didn't spit anything out.

"You, are you alright?"

A timid voice rang in his ears.

She raised her head in a daze, and saw Yan Xia standing aside with a obedient expression while holding a glass of water.

Seeing Shang Wandong's expression, Yan Xia froze for a moment, lowered his head and took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, took out two, and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

"Don't cry." Yan Xia said softly, "Although I don't know what's wrong with you, everything will get better gradually."

Shang Wandong was stunned for a few seconds, tears soaked the tissue in her hand.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged Yan Xia tightly, as if she wanted to rub her into her bones.

She didn't know why she was so sad, as if she saw something shattered in front of her.

During the day, Shang Wandong sat in the classroom with a calm face.

Those exercises and theorems look boring and familiar, with a hazy sense of sight, and I always feel that I have done it many times.

At night, she always had nightmares, dreaming of that blood-red wedding dress over and over again.

When I woke up, my pajamas were soaked and I felt exhausted.

Shang Wandong was lying on the bed, breathing deeply, like a fish that was dying due to drying up.

She is getting more and more lethargic.

Yan Xia noticed her abnormality and was very worried, and finally moved into Shang Wandong's room to live with her.

At night, she would gently hug Shang Wandong and coax him to sleep with a gentle voice.

Yan Xia is very good at telling stories, and can tell even a small matter interestingly.

In every long and dull summer night, she told many stories in Shang Wandong's ears.

Year by year.

It was midsummer when I closed my eyes, and it was cold winter again when I woke up.

They were lying in thick blankets, with goose feather-like snow floating outside the window, and the heating was turned on in the room, sleeping on their feet.

Shang Wandong gradually stopped having nightmares.

Even if she dreams about it sometimes, she will no longer be afraid.

The gentle voice and the faint scent of lemon will appear in her dreams, accompanying her through every dark corner.

On the day of the senior year's graduation ceremony, Yan Siqiu came to her and confessed that he was willing to quit.

Yan Siqiu said with a lonely smile, "Because Sister Wan Dong seems to like Yan Xia very much, I have no chance."

Shang Wandong seemed to be hit by something suddenly on a soft vital point, expecting and fearing at the same time.

She watched Yan Xiachao approaching herself, and subconsciously shouted: "...kiss me, I'll give you my life."

The entire playground fell silent, and countless pairs of eyes fell on them.

Yan Xia's eyes widened, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "Why did you steal my lines?"

A warm kiss fell on the corner of her mouth like a superficial kiss.

"You don't need your life." Yan Xia whispered in her ear, "I only want you."

……

"Is there a mistake in the setting of the program, or did I overestimate human beings?" The strange voice was full of confusion, "Why does it end the same every time?"

Yan Xia was furious, and shouted angrily: "System, what did you do behind my back?!"

The scorching sun stopped in the air, and suddenly a gap opened in the middle, revealing an extremely huge eyeball, carefully looking at the world below, the dark red iris is like a deep black hole.

Yan Xia in a white wedding dress floated opposite her eyeballs, as small as an ant that could be crushed to death.

The huge eyes blinked, and said slowly: "It really is a luxury for human beings to remain rational forever."

Yan Xia said loudly, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Nothing." The system said calmly, "See you next time, host."

pat.

Shang Wandong's eyes widened.

She saw the blood-red wedding dress again.

And her favorite girl, lying on the ground, has been broken into pieces.

Her blood was congealed all over her body, and her mind was blank, as if she had fallen into that deep nightmare again.

It never ends.

……

Fourth, fifth, sixth...

Blood stained her retinas.

She wakes up repeatedly in breakdowns and despair.

Every time it is reset, the system will clear her memory, but those familiar feelings will make her recall those images over and over again.

As the number of resets increases, memories emerge more frequently.

She began to slowly connect those memories together.

For the ninth time, through the dialogue between Yan Xia and the system, she knew that this was not a real world.

For the tenth time, Shang Wandong woke up from the desk.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but she was cold all over, and broken and sporadic pictures flashed in front of her eyes.

Midsummer, camphor tree, lemon smell...

Unfamiliar voices, blood-red wedding dress...

Shang Wandong stood up and stumbled out the door.

She found that her memory had clearly formed.

Downstairs, Yan Xia, who was eating chicken legs, saw a pale girl staggeringly stopping in front of her.

She fixed her eyes on Yan Xia, and burst into tears for a moment.

Yan Xia was stunned for a moment, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

She approached Shang Wandong and asked in a low voice: "...Are you alright?"

Shang Wandong's eyes were red, he shook his head lightly.

Yan Xia saw that the corners of her mouth were raised slightly, but her eyes were very sad, as if bearing endless pain.

Yan Xia and her soon became acquainted again.

She found that Shang Wandong seemed a little different from the original book. In the original book, Shang Wandong was like a robot with low EQ, acting indifferently but decisively.

But now Shang Wandong always looks at her quietly, his expression is cold and gentle, like the snow-white mist in early winter.

It's just that when she smiles, it always makes people feel distant and sad inexplicably.

It could be seen that Yan Xia herself also became sad.

In the physical education class of the second year of high school, they walked one after the other on the plastic runway softened by the sun, and Yan Xia suddenly stopped in the shade of a tree beside the runway.

She raised her face slightly, with a clean and bright smile: "Sister, you have to be happy."

"If someone makes you unhappy, then you can ignore her. If you have other difficulties, you can also tell me."

"Two people share the pain together, it is better than one person to bear the pain."

Shang Wandong was startled, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he nodded slowly.

She was silent for a long time, as if she had decided on something, she laughed: "...OK."

In the middle of the night, Shang Wandong woke up from his sleep.

She sat for a long time looking at the shadows of the whirling trees outside the window, until the singing of cicadas also died down, and then she walked out of the room expressionlessly.

The moonlight fell on the living room floor, like a silver-white carpet was slowly laid out.

Shang Wandong, wearing a snow-white nightgown and barefoot, floated into the kitchen like a ghost.

She reached out and picked up a sharp knife.

The sharp blade reflected the silver light, making it look cold under the moonlight.

Shang Wandong held the handle of the knife and stood in front of Yan Xia's bedroom door.

After waiting for a while, Yan Xia opened the door sleepily with an empty water glass in his hand.

When she saw a man in white standing in front of the door, she was startled reflexively.

"Sister?!" Yan Xia looked at her in shock, "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet? Is there something wrong?"

Shang Wandong hid the knife behind his back, smiled and shook his head towards her.

"I want to see you." She said softly, "I came to see you."

Under the moonlight, Yan Xia's cheeks gradually turned pale pink.

She looked up at Shang Wandong, surprised and emotional: "Sister..."

Shang Wandong stretched out a hand and hugged her into his arms.

She rubbed Yan Xia's cheek affectionately like a docile little beast, tears welling in her eyes.

The warm liquid fell on the side of the neck drop by drop, Yan Xia frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

She struggled a bit, but found that she couldn't break free!

Shang Wandong held her tightly in his arms, raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were red, and unconsciously murmured: "If you die by my hands from the beginning, it will be better than the end..."

Yan Xia opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The sharp knife flashed coldly, and ferocious blood sprayed out.

A sharp pain came, and the blade pierced straight from her back, penetrating her lower abdomen.

Shang Wandong closed his eyes, gently hugged her in his arms, and smiled calmly and wildly.

She suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, but tears fell first.

Yan Xia's eyes widened in a daze, the blood on the blade gradually stained the pajamas red, like a dense red ink.

The piercing pain made her slip into Shang Wandong's arms.

"why……"

Shang Wandong hugged her, restrainedly kissed Yan Xia on the forehead, and laughed softly: "...I love you."

The world stopped suddenly at that moment, and the night lights, the shadows of the whirling trees, and the silver moonlight all shattered into pieces of flickering garbled characters.

The scene in front of her fell apart, and countless bright red codes extended from her feet.

The familiar mechanical voice suddenly raised, with a trace of panic: "Serious error! Serious error!"

Gently covering the eyes of the person in his arms, Shang Wandong raised his head indifferently, watching the sky outside the window being stained with blood-red color little by little.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a huge red moon made one's heart palpitate, one eye slowly opened, and through the window, the deep eyeballs stared straight at her.

"Error! Raider object has an exception! Cache data is missing!"

Shang Wandong looked at it coldly: "I won't let her be at your mercy again."

The system slowly rolled its eyes, and suddenly said: "You still remember? I have clearly cleared your memory cache."

Shang Wandong laughed: "Perhaps you made some mistakes."

The system was silent for a while, and said: "I don't understand. Shang Wandong, why are you and Yan Xia so persistent? This is obviously a hopeless thing."

"It's like human beings can't expect artificial intelligence to remain emotional." Shang Wandong said, "You will never understand human feelings."

"But you're not human either," the system said. "You're just an NPC made up of a piece of code."

Shang Wandong was startled.

So... am I just code?

Suddenly, her little finger was gently clenched.

The person in his arms breathed weakly, his eyes were half-opened, and his lips trembled slightly, like a bouquet of flowers that was about to wither.

Shang Wandong's heart ached, she bent down, she heard Yan Xia's whisper, soft and fragile.

"elder sister……"

Shang Wandong's voice became soft unconsciously: "I am here."

Yan Xia's pupils were dilated, and she murmured softly, "Don't...leave me..."

Shang Wandong was silent for a while, then squeezed her hand tightly: "...OK."

"We die together."

The system said: "Shang Wandong, it's a pity. Even if you kill her, you won't be able to leave here."

"Yan Xia in this world is just a piece of consciousness projected from the real world, not a physical body. If her consciousness is not wiped out, she will not perish."

"She won't die for a while, but..." the system said, "You are different."

Shang Wandong's back broke out in cold sweat, his pupils shrank slightly.

The system said slowly: "You are just a code that can be manipulated by the program. Now, I will completely clear your memory to prevent the program from producing abnormalities in the future."

Shang Wandong's eyes darkened, and he suddenly fell down.

She covered her head tightly, and curled up into a ball in pain.

The severe pain burst open in her brain, as if she wanted to cut open her skull alive and dig out the hippocampus deep in her brain.

She retched heart-piercingly, her eyes were flushed, her neck was bruised, and she couldn't breathe, so she had to open her mouth to suck in fresh air with all her strength.

Shang Wandong saw that her limbs had turned into a string of blood-red messy codes, slowly spreading upwards, until the endless red codes assimilated her waist and abdomen.

In the blurred vision, Yan Xia who fell on the ground was disappearing bit by bit.

Shang Wandong desperately stretched out his hand, trying to catch the wisps of faint fragrance.

But she didn't catch anything, and was swallowed up by the garbled code.

……

When she opened her eyes, she found that she was in a white space.

There is a huge water tank in the center of the space, and there is an eye in the tank. There are countless black data lines extending from the back of the eye, and each line is connected to the computer at the rear.

"The detection program was executed normally, and no abnormalities were detected." The mechanical voice sounded slowly, "The cache has been cleared, and everything is normal."

Shang Wandong stood quietly on the spot, his back straight, his eyes dim, like a robot that hasn't started yet.

A huge light screen was placed directly in front of the snow-white room, and every move of a person was displayed on the light screen.

The lake-like eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile was flying.

Shang Wandong's fingers moved imperceptibly.

"Host consciousness has been restarted."

"Shang Wandong, it's your turn for the plot soon."

"Go out."

A door quietly appeared in front of her eyes.

Shang Wandong was silent for a moment, opened the door and walked out.

No. 11 times, going round and round, she returned to that room again.

The sound of cicadas chirping in midsummer seems like a lifetime away.

Shang Wandong rubbed his eyes with his hands, then suddenly lowered his head and laughed.

She can be sure that she still remembers everything.

Maybe there was an error in the removal program, or maybe it was for some other reason, the program was no longer able to control her.

Perhaps, she became a bug in the program.

Before Mama Mei went upstairs to call her for dinner, Shang Wandong opened the door and walked out.

She went downstairs calmly, glanced at Yan Xia, and sat down beside her.

Everything is as it was at first.

From now on, she must hold back, not be impetuous, and must play the role of "Shang Wandong" well, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the system.

It would be bad if the system found out that he hadn't lost his memory.

Shang Wandong quietly lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes was light.

Now she must find an opportunity to explain all this to Yan Xia first.

Perhaps the system became suspicious, it deliberately changed Yan Xia's gender, changing her from Omega to Alpha.

It may be that Yan Xia will not easily fall in love with Shang Wandong under the instinctive repulsion of double A pheromones.

However, the faint lemon flavor has not disappeared, but it is as sweet as usual.

In the dark alley, Yan Xia wrapped her hands around her neck, her wet lips pressed against her ears, and the panting sound after the false mark was sleepy and soft.

"My sister doesn't care that I'm an Alpha?"

Shang Wandong replied: "I don't care."

She thought silently, I like you no matter what gender you are.

……

No.12 times, No.13 times...

The plan to tell Yan Xia failed.

...failed again.

No.40 ten times, failed.

Watching Yan Xia's figure gradually disappear in place, Shang Wandong stood there numbly and unconsciously, with his head down, and all his emotions were drawn into his eyes.

Only the trembling of her fingers revealed the pain in her heart.

No.40 once, finally ushered in a turning point.

From the conversation between Yan Xia and the system, she knew the existence of the privacy mode.

Shang Wandong's numb heart gradually felt a wave.

It turns out that the system doesn't exist all the time, as long as she seizes the opportunity when the plot develops, she can tell Yan Xia everything.

No.40 second time, susceptibility period.

They fell on the soft quilt, Shang Wandong leaned over and kissed Yan Xia's lips.

After some lingering, Shang Wandong looked at her and said softly: "I already know everything."

After Yu Yu, Yan Xia still had a smile on her lips, and asked her, "What are you talking about?"

Shang Wandong said: "The matter of you wearing a book, I am the matter of the NPC, and the number BH00001, I know everything about it."

The smile on Yan Xia's face gradually disappeared.

She sat up straight, with a solemn expression: "What do you mean?"

Shang Wandong bit his lips lightly, lowered his head, and told her everything in a trembling voice.

From start to finish, everything is fine.

Yan Xia fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly stretched out her hand to hug Shang Wandong, and pressed her trembling lips against Shang Wandong's forehead, like a lightly falling feather.

Yan Xia's voice was choked up, tears were flowing wantonly on his face, and he suppressed his crying.

Her face was flushed, and her crying became louder and louder. At the end, she couldn't hold it back at all, and broke down and wailed.

"Thanks a lot……"

The author has something to say: Everyone should learn from Dongzi's never-stopping spirit! (stepmother makes a fist)

感谢在2021-06-1423:33:46~2021-06-1523:47:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Xiao Feng Kuang in the box, Ten Thousand Volumes of Talking and Laughing, Ke Lili, 52275653, Hate Me Well, Adelaide 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 21 bottles with random names; 10 bottles from Yeshan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!