I Become a God: Playing with Beasts

ha~

Although the plot is a little off, in the original work it was Terry who posted the SNS in the middle of the night, but~

I also called Wu over.

Even though I've become a god, I still feel uncomfortable seeing Terry looking sick.

I always feel that other people are having a hard time, but forget that my life is not going well either.

Maybe I just tend to be complacent...

But I quite like it.

I don’t hate it.

Friends are a concept that cannot be measured with the word "thing" strictly speaking.

It’s better to be more rigorous, even if there are only a few less.

Because their joys, sorrows, anger and happiness will directly affect themselves.

We are just strangers, but when we see the suffering of others, we will pass by quickly.

But what if it’s someone you care about?

I couldn't cross it, and my heart started to feel sad.

I won't be happy all day.

I hope that all their sufferings will happen to me and I can bear them myself.

…………

But, I don't have the strength~

……

……

Fortunately, now I only need to worry about my friends’ lifespans.

If we only make a few friends in each world, then the order will not be disrupted.

Just let them be the managers of this world.

Well, I hope their lifespan is as long as the world they live in.

Zhang Yan was lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes, but he was actually thinking constantly in his mind.

In this world, how could it be possible that I only made a few friends after getting in touch with him?

Zhang Yan understood that he was the only one who had been rejecting other people.

In this world, he only got to know Zi Ma, Wu, Daichi, Shan Ren and Tai Li. Even though he had expectations for others, he ultimately chose to escape.

There's nothing wrong with this, Zhang Yan thought.

It’s so simple, why can’t the protagonists in novels avoid this outcome?

Sure enough, watching others grow old, get sick and die only happens in novels.

People nowadays are well aware of the inequality in life span, and unless they are the one with the shortest life span, they will not make friends.

At this moment, the morning light suddenly shone through the window onto Zhang Yan's face.

He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and touched the light, as if he was trying to grab something.

"Brother, I have to go first. I have an appointment with Wu today."

Terry's voice was heard, and then someone came to Zhang Yan.

"Oh, oh. Now, be careful."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yan turned his head to look at Terry, pursed his lips slightly, and said with a smile.

"I know. I will be careful." Terry paused and looked more serious. Then he said happily, "I'm leaving now. See you tonight, cousin."

Terry stepped out of the house.

The only people left in the room were Zhang Yan and his butler, whose name was Yueying.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

Yueying came in front of Zhang Yan, bowed slightly, and then said: "Master, it's time for us to set off."

It just so happened that after enjoying a short sunbath, it would be a bit hot to continue sunbathing.

Zhang Yan stood up and took another look at the romantic, free, and nostalgic sunshine outside the window. A trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes. Then he turned around and said in a firm tone:

"Nai Yue, get ready, let's go."

"Okay." Yueying nodded slightly, but there was a flash of heartache in her eyes.

I have been protected in the family since I was young and have never gone out.

The young master must be longing for freedom.

Yueying knew that he shouldn't have such an out-of-bounds thought, but from his usual contacts he understood that the young master was very lonely.

It is rare to see him interacting with friends.

Sometimes when he entered a room, he would see the other person sitting there in a daze.

As a descendant of a large family, he has seen many arrogant and domineering people, but there are very few who are as quiet and gentle as the young master.

But compared to a boy, the young master is more like...

Yueying suppressed this absurd thought.

It is disrespectful to criticize the master in your heart.

After regaining his composure, he opened the car door and waited for Zhang Yan to get in.

Seeing Zhang Yan getting into the car, Yueying's eyes flashed with anger.

Damn it, he was lost in thought. Normally, he would open the car door and help the young master get in.

He was secretly sad that he missed the opportunity to get close to Zhang Yan, but he didn't get too obsessed with it. He let his mind go and concentrated on driving.

Zhang Yan sat in the car, watching the scenes around him change constantly.

Come to think of it, he hasn't been back for a while.

I wonder if my mother misses him.

But I think since we talk on the phone so often, there shouldn't be any problem.

Zhang Yan chuckled.

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Sometime in the afternoon.

Sorry, Dazhi, I kept you waiting for so long."

Terry sat down opposite Dazhi, picked up the water on the table and started drinking.

This is a set meal restaurant with an elegant atmosphere in a small alley off the main street.

That's where Terry works.

Originally Terry had three jobs, but since he met Zhang Yan, he quit two of them and is still working here.

In his words, Dad helped me when I was in the most difficult time, and now he needs me.

"Thank you for your hard work. Working part-time must be tiring."

Dazhi said comfortingly, looking at the customers around him and added another sentence.

"It's okay. After all, it's for myself."

"But is it okay? It seems there is still some work left?" Dazhi looked embarrassed.

"Dad... the manager told me not to keep my friends waiting," Terry explained.

"So, what's the point?" Terry asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Ah, eh..."

Suddenly getting to the point, Dazhi, who didn't know how to organize his words, was speechless.

Because of his carefree personality, he rarely has worries. He also lacks experience in talking to others and didn't know how to start.

Seeing Dazhi's expression, Taili had a direction in mind and said, "Is it really related to the good man?"

"Woo...this is one of them." Dazhi said hesitantly.

Terry didn't say anything, but just raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Would a great wisdom actually worry about anything other than good people?

No way?

After thinking for a while, Dazhi asked in a dry voice: "...What does it feel like to like someone?"

"?"

Terry was stunned. Could it be that Dazhi had fallen in love with someone else and was now wavering between the good man and the person he liked?

Terry said hurriedly: "Hey, what, is there anyone you care about?"

"That's not the case." Dazhi said distressedly.

"That is how the matter?"

I……

Dazhi wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, no sound came out of his throat.

What to say? He had no idea what was going on.

Doesn't it mean that he likes good people and good people think that he doesn't like him?

What exactly does it mean to be liked by good people?

Seeing that Dazhi didn't say anything, Taili had to continue: "Like... No. It's better to say that I want to know."

Dazhi showed a surprised look, "Huh, even Terry, who has experienced many battles, is like this?"

Is it possible that liking something is some profound knowledge, so only good people can judge that his liking is not liking?

"There's no such thing as battle-hardened experience!" Terry said angrily.

This is simply a slander against him.

"Playboy Terry?" Dazhi laughed.

"I'm not a playboy, okay!"

"Is that the Terry that made the girls wait endlessly?"

"What do you mean by infinite waiting? Are you here to quarrel?" Terry said unhappily with his hands on his hips.

"Hahahaha." Dazhi continued laughing until he saw Terry couldn't help but pretend to leave.

"Ah, wait, it was just a joke."

"...Really." Terry said with a sad face.

The joke changed the mood of both of them. Terry knew that this would make Dazhi happier, so he played with him.

Dazhi can’t see it, right?

With his intelligence, he certainly couldn't tell that Terry wasn't really angry, right?

With the joke over, the game returned to business.

Terry said seriously: "I don't understand anything about liking and loving."

Dazhi also looked serious, "Even Terry, you don't... understand?"

"Yeah." Terry nodded and continued, "It's because you don't understand that you can't stay with anyone for long~"

"Is this true?" Dazhi murmured in disappointment.

Because Zhang Yan said he couldn't meet Xiao Kui alone, so he came to find Taili.

I didn't expect Terry to...

The conversation was interrupted and both sides fell silent.

It's almost closing time now, the noise around us is gradually dying down, and we urgently need someone to come and lighten the atmosphere.

Perhaps God heard Dazhi's prayer, the sliding door of the store was opened, and the cold wind blew past his feet. Who was it?

"what?"

Dazhi turned around and found that it was an acquaintance.

A dark-jujube-colored horse, carrying a video rental shop bag, stood at the door of the shop as night fell.

Terry waved and greeted him, and seeing the real owner, Wu quickly walked over.

"Did you see the line I sent you?" Wu asked as he got closer.

"Ah... sorry, sorry." After hearing what Wu said, Terry looked at his phone and found the message from Wu.

"It's okay. Compared to this..."

Satoru asked them what they were talking about while sitting next to them.

After talking to Terry, he also understood Dazhi's current troubles.

"Terry, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but could you come and help me?"

The voice of the restaurant owner came from not far away.

Hearing this, Taili replied while Dazhi and Wu signaled with their eyes and then went to the kitchen.

After watching Tai Li leave, Wu set his sights on Daichi.

The sharp gaze made his hair stand on end.

"I say, Dazhi."

"What...what happened?"

"Do you value good people?"

"Huh...?" Dazhi asked puzzledly.

"Are good people important to you?" Wu continued.

— — "Dazhi, you are a very important person to me."

After hearing Wu's words, Dazhi recalled what the good man had said before.

He is a very important person to good people.

So for him: Is there any need to ask? Of course it is important."

Dazhi spoke without thinking, with a smile on his face.

After all, it’s because it’s important that we worry about it.

Wu smiled and nodded as if he had heard a satisfactory answer.

"Then it depends on you." He raised the corner of his mouth, wagged his tail made of bundles of fine hair contentedly, and his eyes returned to their usual calmness.

"It's up to me?"

Do I have to take action...?

Having said that, I have already put it into practice, and was severely rejected by Xiaoshan.

Dazhi's expression turned gloomy.

"Satoru, hey, what exactly is love?"

"Hmm?" Wu kept smiling and motioned for Daichi to continue.

Dazhi continued, "I told Xiaoshan that I like you and want to be your lover, but Xiaoshan didn't agree."

"!" Wu was a little surprised. Is this what the Great Intelligence said?

"Dazhi, have you told this to the good man?"

"Yeah." Dazhi nodded.

"Huh?" Wu was a little confused. If Dazhi had spoken, the good man should not have disagreed.

"Dazhi, could you please repeat what you said? The problem may be with your language."

"Okay." Dazhi recalled what he said at that time, that he wanted to be the lover of the kind person, take a bath together, sleep together, and never be separated.

He said this with a silly laugh, then felt lost again.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said, but why did Xiaoshan disagree?

After hearing Dazhi's words, Wu showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

Sure enough, how could a good person agree to what Dazhi said?

If Terry said this to him, he would be dissatisfied even if he liked the other person, not to mention the extremely pure love that Shanren had for Dazhi.

How can love be just because you want to sleep and take a bath together? This is something anyone can do.

The kind person should be very clear about the meaning of Dazhi's words, and should also understand that Dazhi is confusing family affection with love, so he disagrees.

After gathering his thoughts, Wu spoke.