Help, I've become a paper man

"Come to think of it, instead of worrying about this, you might as well change your thinking and guess. The original fifth round was a stage of selecting ten from twenty. How many people are left so far?" Yan Zhichun asked again.

Song Yi asked back: "What do you mean?"

Yan Zhichun waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving. I'm afraid of getting infected with love brain." Then he walked away without saying another word.

Song Yi was still standing there, looking at his back, his eyes somewhat blank.

Those original feelings of disharmony, like bamboo shoots after the rain, popped up one after another with sharp thorns as soon as they were wetted by the "rain".

He slowly lowered his head in silence. The fight was over. The spectators dispersed, talking to each other and leaving in laughter.

"Are you okay?" Sui Yuesheng asked. This kind-hearted protagonist would not abandon his friend. Naturally, he did not choose to leave in the midst of the noise. Instead, he expressed his concern to Song Yi.

Song Yi was silent for another two seconds, and then said, "Xingchen is dead, and he still looks like a child."

The worst thing was... he didn't feel that angry. Rather than swallowing a fish bone, it was more like he was eating fish with bones in it and was using his tongue to separate them.

But Song Yi shouldn't be like this.

"Yeah," Sui Yuesheng said, nodding his head, and said with regret: "I've seen his games, this kid is very strong, it's a pity."

After finishing speaking, Sui Yuesheng looked at Song Yi, as if realizing something, and added: "But fighting and death are inevitable, don't be too sad, this is something we knew during the qualification certification."

Yes, that was also one of the reasons why Yan Changyue was unwilling to give him certification in the beginning.

"Maybe, there is a monster living inside our bodies." Song Yi said, placing his right hand on his chest and slowly exhaling.

Was it the beast transformation that influenced his point of view, or was it a situation that Stardust was destined to face? If it weren't for what happened today, it would probably take him some time to realize that he was underestimating death.

Especially the death of Stardust. Unconsciously, he accepted the setting of fighting each other. He could easily choose to kill other Stardusts, and he could also accept being killed himself. Even if he wanted revenge just now, he had the idea of ​​"He killed me once, I want to kill him back."

As they looked at each other, Sui Yuesheng shook his head, looked away, and looked at Mu Yun for help, but he only received a helpless smile.

In some things, Xingchen still understands Xingchen better. Sui Yuesheng doesn't understand what Song Yi said, but Muyun has some feelings about the matter of the awake monster.

The three of them fell silent. After a few seconds, Song Yi said:

"It's getting late. You can go home first. Don't worry. Yan Changyue will come to pick me up."

With his words, Sui Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief. The forced socializing ended here. They said goodbye as usual and parted here.

After Sui Yuesheng and the other two left, Song Yi didn't wait long. In just a few minutes, Yan Changyue appeared in front of him. Under normal circumstances, there would have been a hug and more conversation.

But at the moment of looking at each other, Yan Changyue seemed to sense something, and even her smile faded a little. After saying "Let's go home", the two of them fell into a rare silence.

They walked forward, one in front and one behind, keeping a slight distance between them. Yan Changyue took two more steps, suddenly turned sideways, held his hand, and continued to move forward.

Song Yi's fingertips moved slightly and he held Yan Changyue's hand. In silence, they held hands and returned home first.

The door closed silently.

Song Yi pulled his hand back, and when Yan Changyue turned around, he took a step forward, opened his arms towards her, and made a hugging gesture.

Yan Changyue did not refuse.

It was now late at night and the housekeeper seemed to have gone to bed. The light in the room was dim. They stopped at the entrance and hugged each other. At such a close distance, their breathing was clearer than usual.

Song Yi slowly lowered his head and buried his cheek. His nose rubbed against Yan Changyue's neck as he breathed. In the intimate behavior, his loss was no longer concealed.

The atmosphere was a little depressing. Yan Changyue raised her hand, without asking or even saying anything, but gently rubbed his hair in a soothing manner.

Song Yi asked in a muffled voice: "You won't lie to me, right?"

Yan Changyue laughed out loud and answered seriously: "That's right, I will never lie to you."

Song Yi asked again: "Do you know about those... families attacking civilian Chosen Ones?"

His voice became increasingly hoarse, and even though he spoke with difficulty, he could hear a sigh in his heart. Even if Yan Changyue didn't answer, he knew the answer. This kind of questioning while knowing the answer already was really meaningless.

Yan Changyue did say, "I know."

But just as the last line fell, Yan Changyue asked back: "Some people need freedom, some people work, and sometimes safety and food and clothing are also a choice compared to self-will, just like some people don't want to go to work but need a salary."

Song Yi was about to refute, but then he thought it was okay, but it seemed...

"Don't change the concept. I heard some news that some of the chosen ones in the family were not volunteers." Song Yi said.

Yan Changyue asked again: "So, do you think everyone works voluntarily?"

"Maybe I can put it another way. Do you think people who desperately need a salary to pay for something or to maintain something will easily choose freedom and give up a stable job?"

"To some extent, some families are nothing more than shady companies that take advantage of the opportunity to deceive the Chosen Ones, bring them home, and sign contracts with high penalty fees."

Yan Changyue stopped and leaned closer to Song Yi. Since just now, during their argument, their chests had been in contact with each other as they talked, and the two of them had unknowingly distanced themselves from each other. Now that Yan Changyue got closer, it was too close.

Soft lips rubbed across the skin, Yan Changyue spoke again, the warm breath left the tip of her tongue and fell on Song Yi's cheek, bringing a little warmth, making the night full of ambiguity again.

"I'm sorry, there are indeed some loopholes that go against my intentions, but it's also my fault. I was too confident and didn't notice it in time. I will correct it."

As Yan Changyue spoke, her last tone became even lighter, as if there was something to follow up, or as if she was hinting at something.

Song Yi said subconsciously: "I will supervise you."

He spoke quickly and with a firm attitude. That clumsy simplicity that had just been hit revived and seemed even better.

As soon as these words came out, Yan Changyue curled up the corners of her lips, and the low laughter, along with her exhalation, slowly passed over Song Yi's shoulder, neck, and ears...

Yan Changyue raised her head, slowly stopped laughing, and kissed his temple, her voice becoming gentler.

"Okay, then please keep your eyes on me."